Killer Queen

Author's Note: This is one of my darker, more graphic fictions that's been on the table for a while now. And yes, it's Queen based. Queen is my second favorite "classical rock" band, the first being Journey of course. And their song "Killer Queen" is one of my favorites, although the actual meaning of the lyrics won't be the same in my story. KQ is about a high-class call girl; "KQ" is about Seras Victoria terrorizing Europe.

And without further ado, here's chapter 1.

Chapter 1: Moët et Chandon

Where are my glasses? I'm supposed to be wearing my glasses here; Mother said that glasses were very important and expensive, and keeping up with them is a hassle. Why couldn't I just wear contacts? I can't see. My glasses are lost. I hear screaming. Why are people screaming? Oh, yes-that's right. I was shot. In the back. I can't feel my back. Maybe that robber missed. I was in the bank. I'm dying. I can't be dying. Can I? 11-year-olds don't die, unless it's in the newspaper or on television. I'm not supposed to die here. How will my parents learn? They're back in Japan. I'm in England. How can they know? My body will decay before they see me. Where are my glasses? I hope no one steps on them. That lady's going to step on them. Don't, lady, don't. What? Do I want to what? Should I pray, lady?

"Do you wanna come with me?" Do I want to come with you? My English is only so-so. I want to, though. Something in me says yes. I shouldn't. You're a bad lady; I can tell. I shouldn't go with bad ladies. I shouldn't…but you're sexy. Even if your eyes are red. I'm hurting now. I'm cold. You're warm, lady; keep touching my face. I can't feel you anymore. Do I what? Yes. Yes!

"Y-yes…"

"And that's the only choice I have, Master?" Seras said softly, twirling one strand of hair absently in her fingers. Alucard leaned forward and capturing her hand, stilling her actions.

"The Council will not stand to have a powerful vampire like you running free, Seras." He frowned at her, suddenly serious. "Drink my blood, before the ceremony. Reach your full potential. Let's see if the Council will do much about that." Seras regarded him, tapping her chin in thought. She looked to the sky, the moon hanging high above the clouds.

"It's been exactly 66 years since I became a midian," she stated softly. "I suppose it's about time I grew up, huh Master?" The vampire grinned, and Seras winked playfully as she sidled onto his lap, gently tugging his hair to move his head to the side. She traced the vein on his neck with her pinky before leaning down and breathing his scent softly. She felt him shudder in anticipation under her and smirked before baring her fangs and biting down. She heard him moan softly in her ear, but kept her mind focused on keeping control as she took measured drinks of his blood. The awe-inspiring power that flowed in it caught hold somewhere inside her, burning as she felt the world lurch before falling into sharper focus. She broke away from him after what could have been mere seconds or hours, licking the wound tenderly before closing her eyes as the power of her transformation overwhelmed her.

Her first thought was sad acceptance that the bond they'd shared had been severed. She could no longer feel his presence in her mind, but she didn't really mind it as much as she'd figured. She opened her eyes, only to stare at the farthest wall across from her, watching with interest as an ant walked in the grooves of the wood. She heard the mice and termites in the framework, slowly breaking down the home to its former state of natural waste and wood. She winced as she smelt the blood of every person in the manor; their energy signatures and heartbeats pounding in her brain. She closed her eyes once more and focused, finding with delight that she could block most of it with little difficulty. She heard Alucard-for he was no longer her Master anymore-chuckling darkly under her, understanding what she was going through even without their bond portraying her thoughts to him. She frowned, realizing something important in the space of milliseconds. She leaned in closer to him, nipping his ear slightly to make him pay attention. He froze, and she purred softly.

"As for the Council-I refuse," she whispered into the vampire's ear before she pushed herself off him, backing away as she flexed her new muscles. Alucard gazed at her with raised eyebrows but said nothing. After a moment he shifted in the chair and let his glasses slide to the end of his nose.

"You refuse." He repeated simply. Seras ignored his disbelieving air, letting her powers flare and recede as she tested her new strengths. "You refuse what-to be branded? You think yourself above it, just because you happened to, as you put it, "grow up" a little?" he jeered, his tone bordering the fine line between ridicule and cruelty. Seras nodded.

"I refuse to be enslaved again so soon. I want to be free for a little while. I do hope we'll meet up again sometime, Alucard." She admitted, testing the sound of his name on her tongue. It felt strange, not calling him "Master", but she was her own master now. Alucard arched one brow, his gaze almost curious although he didn't try to stop her.

"How long will you last, Seras Victoria?" he said, enunciating the syllables of her name slowly. "They'll tell me to hunt you down, to-as Integra used to put it- "Search and Destroy". And do you think I'll disobey simply because you were once my own?" Seras tilted her head and considered the possibilities. Finally, she turned and waved a hand at the wall to make a portal appear. Looking over her shoulder, contemplating the man seated behind her.

"You'll do as you please. You have your own reasons behind your actions," she replied respectfully as she left. Alucard stared at the vanishing portal behind her; lost in thought as he felt her energy leap away before disappearing among the rest of the world. The silence in his mind where her thoughts used to be was utterly deafening. He leaned back and touched his neck, already healed from her little bite. Looking over, he poured himself a glass of wine from the bottle on the table. Taking a drink, he grinned as he remembered letting Seras have a drink of it once. She'd winced slightly, quipping to him that it "wasn't any Moët, but it was good enough." He drained the glass dry quickly, thirsty from his own blood loss.

Lacing his fingers, he closed his eyes and waited for the Council to notice Seras' disappearance. This was quite the interesting little diversion from the mundane life he was forced to endure; hopefully, it'd last for a long while.

Afterword: So, it's not dark yet, but just you wait! Hahahaha; I'm getting my psychological issues relieved through writing this, you know.