Year after year, her days continued with no seem to end in sight. Seras enjoyed her years of work and people she met. Yet, she keeps feeling unfulfilled for anxiety seems to consume her. The heat she feels rather lusty, not for blood but, for another. Even though her master was adequate she didn't desire him. Seras desired another creature, a creature she has slain 32 years ago. Back when London was red as hell fire and blood filled the streets. She desired, the one who cast the spell upon her. The one who made her feel fear but, conquered and killed in the end. Somehow her wish would come true in the end, for Seras felt the presents of that female SS solider. The essence of the nightmare on the battle field.
One night as Seras walked the halls of Hellsing Manor, she felt watched. 'Bernadotte is there someone here?' She mentally communicated with her shadow. 'Not one soul is up it would seem, mashie' the former boss of Wild Geese said. Moments later Seras heard faint laughing, the more she heard. The familiar it sounded. Unfrighten, she walked down the hall to the source of the laughing. Seras clenched her knuckles as she continued down the hall recognizing that maniacal laughter. She wound up facing a dead end but, that was the source of the laughter. "Cowardice, though fitting, does not fit your style woman" said Seras. "As that anyway to speak to an old acquaintance? Seras." Without thinking Seras lunged at Zorin and grabbed the top of her forehead, and pressed it against the wall. Zorin grunted but, did not conceded easily against Seras. Seras slowly and steadily crushed the fallen vampire's skull. "No wait! Wait!" Seras humored the German vampire. "Remember how you would never drink my blood!" Zorin pleaded. "I drank yours when you grinded my head to dust. It wasn't much but, a bit from your arm when I removed it. Fell into my throat." Seras recognized how desperately the SS soldier talked. "Somehow," Zorin claimed. ", my energy from your blood managed to protect drops of my blood and, made me look at all the people I have killed. Their minds' have made me regain my form. By slaying them once more" Seras loosened her grip on Zoran's head. "The blood drops that you have left around the manor, when your master kicked you I liked when I could," explained Zorin. "Now I can feel what you feel." Seras felt embarrassed a little, when she heard that. Yet, kept her straight face none the less. "Now I know, how you feel sexually. I tell you this so you can please stop this." Seras thought for a moment but, she lifted Zoran's head and slammed the back of her skull. Leaving her knocked out. Seras dropped Zorin then grabbed Zorin by the head and dragged her back to her room.
Two hours later in the night, Zorin was naked on a bed face down. On her back was Seras naked and sleeping. Slowly Zorin remembered what happened to her. Her pride was damaged, disgraced, and embarrass. Slowly Zorin tried to get out of the position she was in but, Seras was up and smiling. "You feel what I feel. I plan on making you feel sexy." Said Seras. She slowly moved her had down lower to Zoran's thigh. Zorin felt great and then she begged, "I will be your bitch. Please break me." Seras only smiled. "As you wish."