100 Drops of Blood

By dark-angel-rising

Author's Note –

This is my first try at a Hellsing fanfic, and is entirely a product of a lethal overdose of the addictive manga, followed by the addictive anime.

This may be slight OOC, but I tried. I really did.

Seras Victoria sighed tiredly as she stepped into the shower, letting the warm water wash away her blood, as well as the blood of her fellow soldiers from her body and hair. The last fight had been brutal. The FREAKS that they were sent to exterminate that night were clever in luring her and her unit into a trap leaving them practically defenseless. Worst of all, she had been totally useless in the fight because due to the small space, she had no room to even attempt to fire her weapons at the FREAKS and ghouls that were in there with them. In the end, Alucard decided to stop torturing the other fake vampire and proceeded to obliterate their attackers. Stupid Master. She thought forlornly. If he would have gotten there sooner then not as many would have died. She had once again been scolded later on by Sir Hellsing for not drinking her ration of blood and letting her men die. These scolding were becoming almost an everyday occurance now. She closed her eyes, taking pleasure as the water soothed her aching muscles and bruised skin, letting her escape back to a world where she was still human, where she could take pleasure in walking outside and enjoying the sun, and where she could eat normal food, not starve herself because the one thing that nourished her felt so utterly wrong.

After scrubbing the rest of the blood out of her hair, she stepped out of the shower and wrapped herself in a fluffy white towel. However, as she stepped out of the bathroom and into her chambers, she uttered a strange mix between a squeak and a gasp and promptly fell to the floor.

Waiting for her, lounging in a chair as if it was a throne, was Alucard. His sardonic maniac grin only grew as he observed her scrambling to get up.

"Master!" She cried, "What the bloody hell are you doing here!" Alucard laughed in amusement, the expression on his poor apprentice's face was absolutely priceless.

"Can't one get the chance to visit his favorite fledgeling once in a while?"

"Not when I'm showering you arrogant phsycotic vampire!" She screamed, her shock wearing off to anger and indignation. She threw some random object at him and growled as he easily dodged her precise marksmanship.

After she cooled off and returned from the bathroom, dressed in an extra uniform of hers, she sat down watching her Master with quiet anticipation. They were both silent for a moment before Alucard began to speak.

"I see you have not healed your wounds yet." Guesturing to a cut on her face. She touched it gingerly and indeed, it hurt, making her wince. "A vampire must often rely on their healing abilities, Police Girl. Especially one in our line of work. You must become strong. So drink the blood."

She lowered her head, her red eyes focused on her lap. "I'm sorry Master," She said in a small voice, "but how can I do that? I mean it's blood. A human's blood…"

"The blood was willingly given, Police Girl. You can't use that excuse." She flinched at the sound of the annoyance in his voice.

"It's just… I…" She fell silent, unable to find a reason other than she wanted to cling on to humanity. You're a real handful, Seras Victoria. Alucard's velvety voice resounded through her mind in slight exasperation and he disappeared into a portal in the floor. He would never be able to understand his fledgeling.

Exhausted by the nights events, Seras crawled into her coffin, hugged her pillow close to her, and fell asleep, not noticing a pair of bright red eyes watching her from her coffin lid before disappearing in the darkness.

She was running. Running as hard as she could, but her pursuer, though she didn't see them, was still after her. Suddenly, she felt as if the pain she had endured when Alexander Anderson's blessed blade went through her throat was multiplied a thousand fold. Indeed, as she looked down she saw that she had been impaled by dozens of the silver bayonets. She whimpered and collapsed, feeling her undead heart beat erratically as the end of her unlife neared. And then she saw him. Her Master. He was standing not far away, his back turned to her, wearing his trademark duster and hat. She reached for him, knowing that he would save her, but he did no such thing.

"A true vampire would be able to recover from those." He said, turning to her with a look of disappointment on his face. "I suppose I made a mistake when I allowed you to join the ranks of the undead." With that he began to fade into darkness, leaving her alone and dying.

"Master!" She called after him, but received no answer, just her voice echoing around her.

"Master!" She cried, sitting up quickly, only to fall back down as her head connected with the very solid lid of her coffin. "Ow." She moaned, running her smarting head.

After soothing the rising bump on her head. She lay back into the comfortable white sheets, sighing, and staring at the dark lid of her coffin. That dream felt too real for comfort. Especially when she had been skewered by those blessed blades. Whimpering slightly, she touched the scar that marker her otherwise pale throat.

And then there was her Master. What if he did something like that? Just walking away? She shook her head. No, Master would never abandon her in real life. Never.

But the seeds of doubt had already been planted into her mind. Whimpering slightly, she felt around for the remote that operated her resting place and scrambled out of her coffin running to her table which already had a packet of chilled blood on it next to a bowl.

Pushing down the disguist, she ripped open the pack and spilled it's contents into the bowl, before devouring it like a cold and gory tomato soup.

A familiar tingling at the ase of her neck announced the arrival of her Master.

"Good, Police Girl. You are truly becoming a creature of the night." His pleased smirk faltered as she turned to look at him, blood around her lips from her meal, and bloody tears welling up in her eyes. She whimpered, and with a strangled cry flung herself at him, burying her face in his chest.

His eyes widened slightly in surprise and gently probed her mind. The contents of her dream were revealed to him. Seras' eyes widened as a dark, but comforting feeling surrounded her, embracing her. Master. She thought, smiling against his chest.

You should know, Police Girl, that even if you're an incopetent vampire that can't heal herself, you are still my fledgeling, and it is my duty to make you a proper vampire.

Seras looked up, staring at her Master with wonder. He was always surprising her, his actions random and unpredictable, yet his amused, slightly condenscending tone warmed her inside. He pulled away from her,smiling slightly at her naive face that was filled with wonder,streaks ofdriedblood still on her face. He smiled, and brought his face close to hers,makingthe blood rush to her head. Hecarefullyslid his tongue overther corner of her mouth. He smirked and laughed amusedly into her ear. Especiallywhen you're socute.
He disappeared into a portal, leaving poor Seras feeling quite lightheaded as her thoughts drifted to how pleasant his tongue felton the surface ofher skin.

Stupid Master.She thought, scowling, though her eyes were pleased. You're always teasing me.

In his own chambers, Alucard heard her thoughts, and smirked, taking a sip of blood from his wine glass, "Heh, who says I was teasing?"

Author's Notes –

Well? How was it? Too cheesy? I think the ending might be too cheesy. I really hope not. Tell me what you think!

DAR