Bloody Roses.
She had never planned to love him, for she was his Draculina and he was her Master.
Sometimes, maybe for the slightest of time, the image of her turning would come across young Seras Victoria's mind. Sometimes the thoughts brought tears, glimmering pebbles of emotion that she wouldn't have thought to share again. He would always come to her then, tell her of what she had sacrificed and what goodness had come of it, hold her and whisper his affection into her turned ear. Seras Victoria was a vampire of the Dracula bloodline, powerful and dangerous. Slacking in resistant to her Master and his call.
He had never planned to love her, for she was a young vampire who served his call, nothing more. How she flourished, how her beauty made skin shiver. How he often thought of the taste of her perfumed blood, penetrating the soft skin and feeling her whimper beneath him, her Master. He reminded her often of her previous life, her job in the Police Force, Police Girl. He felt it remind her of how things were and it kept her strong. He thought that beauty persisted in three things, Integra's force, the slaying of the wasted undead and the touch of Seras Victoria's on him. He often thought of the life that he left behind and how in another life, he would have sought Seras and made her his Bride. However, that was not meant to be, for life had not given him that path. However, he would protect her.
Seras Victoria…
Master…
My bloody red rose.