city_limits Ain't Misbehavin' (More's The Pity)
Why did it have to be like this?

Katherine had planned for a heck of a lot less bumps along the road than this. Lessons had to be reinforced, but quite why Kris insisted on being exposed more to the proverbial stick than carrot, was a mystery to the elder brunette.

Sure, Katherine had her ways of keeping the girl under observation; if not by her own eyes, then paid sets of those belonging to others. Having to keep disciplining her like this, though? It was just plain unnecessary. That she was going to turn her, was an inevitability and, therefore, besides the point. A living Slayer could at least do things during the daylight - go places where only a human could pass. That use, however, was rapidly coming to an end.

She had tried to give Kris good times... Even managed to get a begrudging smile out of the girl, once or twice. Wanted to get her used to acting as a pair. Being a team. A contract put out on a clan of the undead, Katherine had wagered, might bring out some sort of thrill for the girl and perhaps it did, but every time progress was made, it was like the Slayer found some other reason to hate her.

Geeze, what was this? It was like Kris still thought she had a duty or something, no matter how many times the vampiress had told her that time was now long since past.

The constant resistance was starting to make this more trouble than it was worth. Maybe she really should have just done the deed, right off the bat. That was Katherine's way, after all; keep things simple, direct and straight to the point. But no... Just had to try and make a point, didn't you? The vampiress inwardly sneered. Beating a Slayer wasn't enough, was it? You had to go and experiment.

What was next? Buy a white cat and hollow out a volcano? Maybe buy a laser and watch costumed superheroes try to walk through her front door.

Katherine, though, had that fatal flaw of wanting to make an impact. Create a legacy. Do things different. It was never exclusively enough, on its own, to simply go looking around for the next confrontation. Owning someone, physically, was one thing, but owning their mind... Owning their soul... Making them her own, before blood ever came into the equation? That was something else.

But there was a spanner in the works. A spanner called integrity and Kris... Was not letting it go.

Taking a further swig of the bottle she held by the neck, Katherine arched head back in her seat, staring up at the ceiling. As per usual, she had a problem where the only solution seemed to end in a pair of fangs in somebody else's neck. There was always the possibility, of course, that she would miss this... That once the Slayer surrendered, yielding to her fate, succumbing to the leash, Katherine would lose interest. That she might even lament this sorry state of affairs. That she would want the old Kris back, the one who would provide her with someone who would simply say, 'No' and make her vampiric nemesis work for it.

On the other hand, not a chance. Since when did Katherine think ill of victory?

Sometimes, it just required a little... Marinating, that was all.