He loved her. She loved him.
And I was okay with it. Hell, I was happy for the pair of them.
Because I loved him, and he loved me. That was until he had to go ruin it for me, for us.
"Police Girl, you know you're going to have to get rid of him. He's dead Seras. He's not there, all he is, is an extension of you."
What the hell was that for? We were happy, the three, the four of us. Him and her, and me and him. But then he had to go do that. And suddenly I couldn't stop thinking about it. He was right wasn't he? I killed him, I drained the very life out of the only man I ever loved, I'd ever love.
And he knew, of course Pip knew, because Master was right, he was an extension of me. He felt my doubt.
"Seras," He whispered, fading away just as master did thirty years before. "Why did you have to believe him? We could have been happy."
Of course, we could have been happy! We were fucking happy for thirty years! We were more than happy, we finished of the damn Capitan together, we helped Integra together, we saved the fucking world together. We were the epitome of happy.
And then he was gone.
And then, thirty-five years later, she was gone.
They were happy for thirty-five years, him aging at a pace that matched her own, both enjoying life and living it together. I stayed out of their way mostly, trying to let her be happy with him while she lasted.
But she was human, and I am not, and as much as he wished differently, he is not either. Because Integra died and he did not. He tried everything, shot through the brain, the heart, beheaded, burned at the stake, ashes blown at crossroads, everything.
But he always came back. Because he isn't the humans, he venerates so.
"It's over master," I told him once, after another day of trying to die. "You can't die."
That was the first time I had been scared in my nearly ninety years. He looked as if he were about to strangle the life out of me, and he was the only person on the planet that could.
Then he did the strangest thing. He looked at me, and said, "Seras Victoria, I am sorry." And I knew why. We had found our matches, our pairs, yet neither of us would ever be happy.
Because we are dead. Because we are monsters. Because we are vampires, true Nosferatu.
Because they were, human and we are not.
