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Chapter 1

Incompetent Fool

Eternal existence.

Eternal existence stops the clock in oneself.

It's sometimes quite a bother to live forever with no particular purpose. One would just live on and on. Monotonous and boring.

It sometimes seems that one would be better off with one's soul freed from one's body, wondering the heavens and all that he pleases.

Eternal existence is made worse when one lives very much alone, without a companion or one to share the activities he participates in. These activities are not as fun participating in alone as when one would do so with someone else. An activity like hunting.

It was not that Alucard had no one. He had someone living with him, but was unwilling to share his interests and behaviours. A certain someone called Seras.

Seras had potential. He knew that she would make a powerful vampire one day. But he was tired of waiting. Tired of waiting for all these long years. Oh how he yearned for the day Seras would transcend her pitiful kind-hearted self and become a vampire fit to be his Bride.

If only there was someone else who cared and loved Seras and has shown it to her. If only…

It was not the first time that he wanted to turn her into a vampire he adored. He had wanted to do it so many times before. But he knew he could not have done it then, for his Master would've forbidden it. But now was different. He was no longer in servitude to his once Master. She had died several years ago. Murdered by the pathetic Nazis. He was overjoyed at first when she passed. But then the fact that it was unnatural death that claimed her, it meant that he had failed to protect her. He failed to accomplish his duty, which was to guard her with his life. He was to keep her alive, unless ordered. Unless she had died of unpreventable circumstances, he was deemed to have failed his mission, his duty. His destiny.

She did not manage to produce an heir or heiress before her death. He was bound by duty to serve all the Hellsings of this world. But because of his inability to protect Integral until she had an heir to the Hellsing family, he had failed to withhold the promise and honour given to him.

In other words, he was a failure.

Now a true No-Life King, he sought to realise his happiness.

He wanted to find someone fit to be his bride. He had found one. But her heart was too weak with kindness. If only she was cruel like he was, then his search would be over.

But no.

She was no better than the newly formed nineteen-year-old vampire she was before. Even now, as a true vampire, no longer his servant, she was the same.

Angry in his musings, Alucard got out of his bloodstained throne. Fading into darkness, he promised himself to question Seras once more, and from his findings, hopefully, find her weakest point. It was something he could not, with or without his many experiences see how strong guilt, sadness and love could be.

He never truly experienced it, for he was and wanted to be a strong character. Guilt would change to hatred quickly in him, not long enough to make him feel the full impact. As for love, it was quite a wonder that he never knew it, what with his twenty-six wives. But then, his cruelty hardly left any room in him to feel the two strongest emotions that would break a human down. And then again, he was never human. He was in human form once, but all there was in him was evil, making him no different from his current status as a monster.

Seras was sitting in a sad heap beside her bed. Sadly, she gazed over the photos she had—the last remaining evidences of her lost humanity and of her days in the D-11.

They say that photos bring back good memories. That is, however, the exact opposite of Seras' case. Though the photos showed better days, it reminded her of what she is.

A vampire.

The creature that killed her once-comrades.

The species she had once fought against.

The living dead she had feared before her current predicament.

Suddenly, a voice broke the sad atmosphere. It was Master. No, make that ex-Master.

"Still lost in your petty human thoughts and memories?"

"Quite so."

Seras was oblivious to his taunts, for she had heard them for so long that it had become a clichéd matter.

"You should put those behind, make no space for them. For you, Victoria, are a member of the Living Dead."

Seras was startled. Rare are those times that he ever called her by her name. "Police Girl" was more in his vocabulary. However, it took her no more than a couple of minutes to see his intentions. He wanted to deceive her into believing that he has finally accepted who she is.

"No, Master. I may no longer be human, but I am still human in my mind, and I will hold on to every last shred of humanity in me."

Gone were the days of servitude to the Dracula, but Seras called him "Master" out of respect and habit. She despised the way he was, but respected him for giving her the choice of the second life. However, she would not obediently change herself to suit his ways. He was now only a master by name.

"Do you regret choosing the path of the Undead? Do you wish I had not drunk your blood? Do you lament not dying a human?"

Seras kept quite for she did not know how to answer his tormenting questions. Her silence was short-lived, however.

"At least go out and hunt with me tonight."

"No, Master. I won't hunt. I never hunt."

"Perhaps I should consider severing your medical blood supply," he threatened. "Perhaps that only then, you will finally hunt with me."

Once again, Seras did not reply. It wasn't really a question, after all.

Alucard left through the back wall, laughing his deep, booming and cruel laugh.

Alucard was furious, and yet felt sweetness touching his taste buds.

He was furious that even after all these years of living in his presence alone with no one else, Seras had yet to behave like him. He supposed that Seras would not be influenced so easily. But if she had been influenced by her father to join the police force, then he should still have hope of turning her into the ultimate undead, second only to himself.

However, the chat with his former fledgling awoke something that had been asleep in his mind for so many years.

He finally knew what made Seras feel wanted in this harsh world. He knew what the shining object in her life and un-life had been.

It had been people who truly cared for her. Others who even put her life above their own. People like her father, people like Pip Bernadette. It was a pity, though. He had put so much faith in Bernadette, certain he was as ruthless as he was. His last words however, showed that he was not above humanity. His last words to Seras made him die in disrespect. But to Seras, he died a hero's death. But at least now he knew.

He could play around with her feelings. It always made fragile females feel hurt, and harden. But no. That would never happen to Seras. She had been through it before, but emerged the same, if not worse.

What he could do was to make her feel so guilty that she loses her mind. That she becomes the darker side of herself that had remained dormant in most people. Everyone has a good and a dark side.

Maybe except Alucard. He never had a good side. He was all-rounded evil.

If only the Captain of the Wild Geese, Bernadette, was still alive. Then he would be able to execute the approach to rid the world of the Incompetent fool, Seras Victoria. And in the process, create the birth of the No-Life Queen, Seras Victoria.

Alucard sat there once again in his bloodstained throne, lost in his plots.

"Excellent," he whispered. "Truly excellent."

That was it. The answer was there all along. It was just waiting for him to find it. And now he finally has. The plan would be simple. All he had to do was find or create someone to take the role of the late Bernadette.

All he would need to do was to make Seras have a false sense of security. And when the time came to a point where the two relationship's ties were at it's strongest, he would force them to do battle.

He would force them to fight each other. He would force Seras to do something she never did directly.

He would force her to kill the person who had brought her relief and sudden happiness.

In a way, Seras had caused the death of the two most integral people she ever knew. Her father died to save her life. While the pathetic Bernadette did the same.

And for a person like Seras, who has a human mind and heart, who feels for others to live knowing that they have condemned a person who cared for them to death, their body system would alter to cope with the acknowledgment of the inhumane deed.

It was perfect. Once he did it properly, Seras would become the faultless being that is fit to be his Bride.

"Soon," he told himself. "Soon, Alucard. Very soon."

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