Sequel to "What is Blessed But Damned"

Literature:1

October 3rd

These thoughts have mine have been stirring around my head since I could remember, so I have decided to write them down for whom ever might find them of interest when I have filled all of these pages. Although...I believe that I am going to be here for a while. So, perhaps this is more for my own benefit.

It has been nearly six months since Germany has declared war on England, and yet another dark cloud lingers over London, my home. The Soldiers attack by the thousands, devastating smaller cities of England, leaving only bloody remains of innocent families behind. These soldiers, although appear to be so, are not human, and can not be stopped by simple fire power alone, but must be incinerated completely. But at what cost? The cost of innocent lives along with their own? No, no. My hand alone cannot wipe these creatures from the earth. Although my might grows stronger, so does the will of my own heart.

I fear that when the time comes that I am needed, that I will fail...and so will his pride he has for me.

-James V. Victoria

Closing his small, brown leather journal, James placed it into a small drawer in a stand beside his coffin. He then stood.

He towered over his large coffin, brushing off his black uniform which he wore proudly. He made sure that his hair was pulled back into a small pony tale so that he looked presentable. It was 12:45 pm. Time for tea.

"Walter, please!" Seras said, making her way over to the old butler and taking the tray of tea from his hands. "Let me take care of that..." She said with a bright smile.

"Miss Victoria I am old, not completely impaired." Walter said in a small laugh, taking the silver tray back from her.

Time had been kind to Walter, but as each day passed, time became more of a burden to him. His once black hair now shimmered with streaks of silver. His steady hands grew tired more easily, but he found that he grew wiser and he grew older.

Walking over to the large dining room table, Walter placed the tray in the center. "Although I do appreciate the concern, Miss Victoria." He said with a kind smile.

Seras just sighed and sat down at the table. "I do worry about you, Walter." Seras said with a small frown. "It's so strange seeing you grow older, while I remain the same."

"Then simply do not think of me as old, Miss Victoria." Walter said, slowly sitting down beside her. "Think of me as...withering. It is not a sad thing." He said reaching over and pulling out a rose from the small vase that he had placed on the tray. "It is what makes us most beautiful. We rise in the spring, bloom in the summer, and then when fall comes we begin to wither...and eventually we shall die." Walter smiled as he eyed the withered flower in his hand. "Yes, it is a beautiful thing, indeed, and I am fully aware that my time here with you grows short."

"Oh, Walter!" Seras said trying to brighten the mood. "Lets have non of that now! It's time for tea! The only time we have during the that's not about the war!" She said with a bright smile.

The Butler simply laughed at the young vampire. "Your views on reality are rather blind sided, aren't they Miss Victoria?"

Sighing sadly, Seras rested her chin in her hand against the table. "Walter, don't speak of such things. You still have plenty of time here. Please, do not speak that way, especially in front of James. You know how fond he is of you."

Staring blanking a head for a moment, Walter slowly turned his head and smiled at the young girl. "Of course I won't, my dear." He said patting Seras' hand. "I think I'll stick around a little longer, just for him."

"Why Walter, I am flattered." A voice said from the living room door way. Both Seras and Walter turned around see James walking in with a small smile on his face.

"Hello, Sir James." Walter said standing up to greet his young student. James was now much taller than Walter, but still bowed in respect for his teacher.

"Good evening, Walter." James said with smile. He then looked past the butler to see his young mother sitting at the table. James nodded. " Hello, mum."

Seras tapped her fingers against the table cloth, then looked up at the clock on the wall which read 12:52.

"Your late..." Seras said in a cold tone. "And now your tea is cold."

James frowned a little. "I do apologize, mum, but I had lost track of time while I was writing."

"Oh, yes...your journal." Seras said as though it were acid on her tongue. "Your "new" mother..."

James couldn't help but laugh to himself. Ever since he had told his mother about his idea of writing his thoughts down on paper, Seras has been determined to read every last word of it, although she has yet to read one. His mother certainly was stubborn considering her actual age, but it's clear that in his mother's eternal youth, she shall forever remain a bubbly young girl.

Sighing, James walked up to where his mother sat and knelt beside her. Seras sat with her arms folded with a some what pouting look across her face.

"Mum..." James said with a small smile. " I am truly sorry that I was late for our tea together, but I honestly believe that is not the reason that you are displeased with me..." James said placing his hand on his mother's shoulder. Seras just turned her head and looked the other way.

From where Walter stood, he laughed and sat down at the other end of the table.

"Oh come now, Mum. You know very well I don't fall for your crocodile tears" James said in a small laugh. "Instead of becoming sore with me because of my writing in a journal, why not simply ask to read it?"

Seras looked at her son coldly. "You would never allow me..."

"True, but I might consider letting you hold it if you ask nicely..."

"Oh!" Was the only thing Seras could get out, before her son pulled her into a tight hug and placed a quick kiss on her cheek.

Seras finally gave in and smiled brightly. "James, what am I going to do with you?" Seras said in a small laugh.

James laughed slightly, only to frown and stand up straight on his feet. Seras and Walter both looked at each other then back at James. "James...what is it-

"Understood, Master. I shall be there in a moment." Whispered under his breath. He looked down at his mother and gave her a small grin. "Our Master calls me, mum. Can our tea possibly wait a little longer?"

Seras looked at her son for moment. There he stood. Towering high above her just as her Master does. He was almost identical to Alucard, although his eyes did appear to be a bit more kind, but Seras knew those same eyes could look just as terrifying as his father's. It was almost too difficult to talk to James with out mistaking him for her master. His voice was so low and powerful now, but held the same tenderness as it did when he was that twelve year old little so long ago. It isn't unusual that Seras dreams of he ebony haired little boy running to her with his arms open wide for her in his long, white sleeved shirt and his black sweater vest. How she missed him.

But now he was broad. Tall. Strong. Older. In his black Hellsing uniform and his white gloves, he now fought along side his father, and sometimes, herself. But Seras knows that she will forever wish for that small twelve year old little boy who used to love her so.

Seras simply nodded to James. "Of course darling..." She whispered, answering his question. James smiled then turned around and nodded at Walter as he passed him.

After she was sure that he was gone, Seras allowed her head to plop down head first on the table and let out a loud groan. "Uhhhh!" Seras, turning her head to the side so that her cheek was flat against the table.

"This war is becoming a bloody thorn in my side..." Seras grunted.

Walter laughed a little, and poured himself a cup of tea. "Yes this war is becoming rather bothersome, but I think the thorn in your side that you are speaking of is our beloved leader.

Seras remained silent for a minute. "It's honestly not just that, Walter. I do admit, it's been difficult spending time with James with the war and all, but even when we do spend time together it just seems rather odd..."

"Oh?" Walter said sipping his tea. "How so?"

"It's so hard to explain..."Answered Seras with her head still down. She slowly sat back up and looked down at her hands. "It doesn't feel like almost twenty has passed since that night. I feel un changed. When James was younger, he and I were all both had...and now-

"Now you fear that he's older, he will no longer need you..." Walter said, placing his cup down.

Seras nodded slowly. "It's rubbish, I know, but I can't help but feel..." Seras just lowered her head.

"No one ever told you what you were getting into when you chose to become a vampire. Nor did any one tell you what you where getting into when you became a mother. But let me ask, Miss Victoria...which one is more terrifying?"

Seras couldn't answer.

Walter nodded his head slowly. "I suppose we can't truly rely on your beloved Master to help you understand, but I can promise you that your mind will not mature on it's own in your current state. You died an 18 year old girl, and that is what you shall always remain. It is up to you to educate yourself and make yourself wiser. Time can not help you any longer..."

Walter then stood up and poured Seras a cup of tea. "As for James...well...what can I say? He's grown up. Dead or alive, a mother is a mother and she will always long for the affection of her once little boy, and dead or alive a father is a father and will always wish for their son to be the best man he can be."

Walter stood back for a moment and looked at Seras. "And, if it makes you feel better Miss, I believe you have done a damn good job with proving the impossible and raising a child with you still being a child yourself."

Seras smiled sheepishly. "Thank you, Walter."

Next chapter soon.