You loved that pair of beautiful and deep blue eyes. That pair of cold deep eyes and the swift and short timed display of emotions that they reflected. Integra the iron lady, the ice queen, as some soldiers called her, was true to her name. Her emotions only truly displayed in that pair of clear blue eyes. That's why you enjoyed harassing her, to press her buttons; so she would display the so pure emotions of anger and frustration. Her unwillingness to let them show for too much only fed your morbidity and thus, you harassed her more. But you also enjoyed the proud smiles, the happiness and satisfaction she emanated; that's one of the factors why you always were in a good mood after missions and eager to please her. She was a real human, one of the few that are born in every generation and that the Hellsing family never had a shortage. Integra the unbreakable, the iron willed. And serving a human as her was nothing to be ashamed of, especially in you, who loved those real humans above all, even above your existence, your self-preservation instinct, that which is the only thing monsters like you conserved of your long lost humanity. The iron lady, the proud and loyal Walter, the righteous Anderson, all were humans, real humans. Every one of them were elevated high among the other dogs and worms, their values and will held higher in their esteem, even higher than death or worse things and thus, they were above even monsters. But they were also the stuff monsters were made. A wrong turn, a wrong decision and they were doomed, doomed to travel a path that lead them to the worse destiny possible and turned them exactly into the one thing they been battling; a monster.
And the little police girl. The innocent and gullible girl had the potential at one time to become one of these humans. You knew it the first time you laid eyes on her. Seras, a survivalist, a fighter with a pure sense of helping others with her two hands, as if she was a titan holding the world in those fragile and slim fingers. She fought fiercely for her ideals and yet in them there was no God, no almighty being that would come down from his throne and save her, that idea shattered by life, by puny humans and monsters like you, yet she refused to let go. You had known other person as her before. Was it fifty years ago? Maybe a century or it was five hundred years ago? A blurry memory coming to your head, a voice so much like yours speaking in the dark folds of your tainted soul as you watched her struggle and refusing to let go.
"Fight and God will come down from heaven!"
But he was not as pure as she was. He was misguided from the start, his ideas some cruel mockery of justice and unwavering faith. And as you watch her smile and laugh you know that you have tainted one of those humans, stilling her development in a worthy woman on a whim and keeping her only to yourself, the egoistic, egocentric and possessive monster you are. But far from making you feel worst, for reprimanding yourself, you gloat on this little achievement as she looks to you with eyes full of expectancy and need to be acknowledged. And her innocence brings forth another memory, one of a maiden all in white with a sweet, sweet smile and clear laugh. But it hurts too much to try to remember. Maybe you really are an old fart and had gone senile.
-Police girl- you say, ruffling her feathers and smiling wickedly, the full moon making an excellent job in accentuating your with fangs.
-Y-yes master!?-
She is not as Integra, the human Integra. Seras is a creature of the night as you are. But her lack of humanity matters not, Seras is yours, nor as a toy nor as a pet. Not even as a servant
-Will you follow me into the night?- You let the question hang out, in limbo, floating in the vacuum between your smug smile and her lost eyes.
-Yes- she replies with a smile.
Seras is a companion.