Dearest One

It was a cold Febuary night, long past dusk when the clocktower struck twelve. The deep, resounding booms of the bell rung into a restless black sky as Seras watched the moon. A gentle hand lay on her growing stomach while she watched the twinkling stars. Her thoughts wandered to her latest mission; the freak she had been assigned to kill was a tiny little girl, only about five or six years of age, her blue eyes unnaturally bright and blonde hair much like Seras's. She was innocent, as blissfully ignorant as any child her age. It was heart-breaking to see her as she was; her face pale white and her lips stained red with blood, her white sun dress marred with crimson rivers flowing from glistening white fangs that held a sickening smile. She couldn't do it. The little one seemed so fragile and innocent that Seras couldn't bring herself to kill such a creature and Alucard had to step in to send the child to the afterlife.

The young nosferatu gazed half-heartedly at the shining silver orb that hung in the air, wishing against all hope that the little one who grew within her would be human; that she wouldn't bring yet another monster into the world. She highly doubted that Integra would allow her to keep the little one; had she not already told Alucard many times that the next vampire they brought into the house was dead?

Alucard...

There she went again. Thinking about her heartless master who had left her in this mess in the first place. He was heartless, cold, cruel, unforgiving and unmerciful; Why did she love him again? Oh, yeah. Because he was her master, because she wanted nothing more than to show him that she was worthy of his respect, of his love. Yet, time and time again, he refused to call her by her name, refused to speak to her, refused to train her. All because she refused to drink the blood that pulled her farther and farther away from her sanity and humanity.

No matter how hard she tried to earn his trust, his respect... No matter how she tried, the fact that she was not a killer, not a murderer, not a huntress would get in the way. And now? Now she was his playtoy. His passing fancy.

She hated it.

Even worse, she now hated him.

And that broke her heart.

She had come to love him... No, it was more than that. Love was an emotion humans had. What the undead had, what she had, was so much more. A coursing blue flame that poured through her cold veins and ignited her still heart; was this what humans searched so hard for? Eternal love? True love? No. There was no word to describe what she felt for him; How she hated him so and yet these feelings for him still resounded through the empty cage of her ribs.

And now she had proof of it. That proof was growing steadily within her, the life they had both created; or rather, the unlife they had created. She loved the being that grew within her as much as she loved Alucard. She could sense its presence, its aura, its personality, its curiousity growing within her. She could feel when it tried to learn about the surroundings outside of her womb, when it tried to probe her mind. She knew it could feel the turmoil that grew within her mind, it could feel her love for both it and its father. Even though she could not determine its gender yet, it had the curiousity and rambuctiousness of a little boy.

She already had a name for him; Vulcan. She found it when looking through a roman mythology book. Vulcan was the god of fire and volcanoes, and she thought it represented his fiery curiousity. Would Alucard like that name? She doubted it; Alucard had been avoiding her ever since he learned of the pregnancy. No doubt Integra knew of it too.

That was the reason she left. The reason she woke before dusk and left her resignation letter on Integra's desk.

She wouldn't be able to bear both their looks of disgust at what "she" had allowed to happen. It was Alucard's fault, yet she took the blame; no doubt Integra thought her a slut now.

'Don't you go and be like them, little one.'

'I won't, mommy.'

Her breath hiched in her throat.Was...Was that... Oh, god.

His little voice was that of an angel. So light, So free... He was perfect, in every way; the irony of it all made her chuckle. To think, an angel of a boy born to a pair of vampires.

'I wish you could hear him, Alucard. I wish you could sense him; he's beautiful. Just like you.'

'I know.'