A/N: Don't own a thing concerning the Hellsing.
Not for the first time, Seras Victoria ravaged a package of medical blood with her crimson orbs. Like all the times before, she denied herself the tantalizing, vital fluid that lay within the icy bucket. The draculina plucked the bag from the pail and shuffled to the bathroom. She knew better than to dwell upon the sweet, succulent contents that sloshed within the translucent package. Following her daily ritual, Seras sheared the top of the bag with scissors she had managed to appropriate from someplace within the mansion and proceeded to flush the contents down the toilet. Before acquiring the tool, Seras was limited to only her hands and teeth. Ripping the package open meant blood spewing everywhere, something that threatened Seras's dwindling sanity. Once, in desperation, she attempted to open the medical blood with her fangs. That night Walter found her whimpering in the corner of her quarters, facing away from the pool of blood that collected in the middle.
How pathetic.
After completing her routine, Seras took a customary look into the bathroom mirror. She watched as her eyes slowly changed from a deep crimson hue to their normal, crystalline blue. After the Valentine Brothers incident, Seras noticed that each night the shift became progressively slower and slower. The coppery scent of blood was everywhere and she remembered being confined to her room until all the gore had been disposed of; it was some of the worst two days of her unnatural life. Letting out a long sigh, the midian shuffled back to the bucket of ice. Before replacing the empty packet, she tore at the edges with her teeth to complete the masquerade. Seras walked to her dresser and hid the pair of scissors within the folds of one of her numerous pairs of yellow uniforms.
Before she picked up the habit, Walter easily identified the first tool she had used to release the blood without mess. A few days afterwards, her combat knife was confiscated. Sir Integra told her it was on the basis that, "Vampires simply have no need for combat knives". Since then, the fledgling learned to hide the existence of her cherished scissors. Unfortunately, Seras knew she was reaching her breaking point. Scissors or not, Seras was losing her tentative control over her humanity. Not for the first time, Seras Victoria wondered how much longer she had left.