Every day is exactly the same. It had been weeks now, or at least so she thought. It could have simply been days that passed by, but she was sure it had been more than just a few days at this point. He would come in and taunt her more. Try to elicit something more than a scream of anguish out of her. And when she refused, he would start with her fingers. Then her toes. Then onto her eyes. He would play her screams like he was playing piano. He knew just how to make her scream.
"Honestly dear, you are the most amusing toy I have ever come across!" he laughed out in her face. This excited him, her torture. If Seras could control her urge to scream she would. Just to deny him his fucked up pleasure of torturing her.
He called himself the Major and he was the ugliest little worm she had ever laid eyes on. His glasses glinted in the light constantly and his smile oozed of evil. He walked into the room, every day, with the same arrogant stride. A stride that screams 'No one can stop me!', and it made her insides churn with hate.
Seras never thought she would be one to say she hated something let alone a someone. Slowly as the days passed, her hate grew. This man made her want to kill. He made her want to plunge her hand into his chest and rip his heart out. She wanted to rip his insides out and paint the walls with his guts. She wanted to dance in his blood and watch the life slink out of him. He was vile and she hated him for it.
"My dear Fräulein, it almost looks as if you hate me. Do you hate me Seras Victoria?" He drew his face in close to hers. His smile made her eye twitch as she glared at him. If looks could kill, the Major would have burst into flame on the spot.
Every day was exactly the same.
"Please know, that this isn't all personal. This is simply business" he picked up the industrial wire cutters and wiped it off with a white towel. "But at the same time Fräulein, I do enjoy my job! " He laughed histerically at his pun and threw the now red towel into the corner. He stalked towards her and moved to stand behind her.
She had sat in the same room for days on end. Her ankles chained to a metal chair and her hands chained behind her back in a similar fashion. She was too weak to break them and it made her angry. Angry at herself. Had she of just listend to her Master, and drank blood, she might be able to break the chains. But she wrestled constantly with herself. She was in her own internal war. Her old humainty and her new demon.
'Just give in already. You know I can help you. I can set you free.' She had discovered deep within her, what she could truly become. Her inner demon stood before her, menacing and deadly and beautiful all at the same time. She looked just like Seras, only her eyes where blood red and held an edge that bordered between insanity and rage. She looked down on Seras, still chained even in her mind, with arms crossed and disgust on her face.
Seras hung her head. 'I can't. I will lose myself. I can't do that', she all but whimpered.
'Loose what exactly? Your humanity does not save you from anything. Look at yourself. You are pathetic. You sit here chained and for what? Because some fat fuck wants to lure out your Master? Your Master is not here to save you.' The demon Seras began to circle human Seras as she spoke more. 'Your Master WON'T come to save you. You are weak. What is there to save exactly?'
Seras shook her head. 'That's not true.'
'You are worthless. You can't even stand up for yourself. Do you think someone else will step in for you? Let go of your humanity. It only holds you back.' Demon Seras walked to stand in front of Seras again. 'You will never escape from here if you don't. You will die down here, and no one will even notice you are gone.'
Every day was exactly the same.
Seras screamed, ripping her from her internal battle. He had finally begun again.
"Tell me Seras, what is one thousand minus seven?" His voice dripped with poisoned honey into her ears. Seras screamed again as he took another finger off.
"The same as always. Off with her fingers. Then her toes. Then her eyes.
"Nine hundred…nine hundred and…ninety….three." Another finger. "Nine hundred….and eighty six." Another finger.
She didn't understand it at first. And then it dawned on her. It was to keep her as sane as possible. To keep her in the moment so she would feel every sensation as he continued his torture. She clung to the numbers as she screamed them out.
Every day was exactly the same.
"My little Seras, you are truly an anomaly. You have such wonderful regenerative powers. To even gain your eyes back after just a few hours. Truly astonishing!" the Major laughed out. He had filled his bucket once again with her fingers and toes. He always liked to place it right in front of her to see before he would take her eyes out.
Seras screamed echoed out again and again and again.
Every day was exactly the same.
Her eyes always made a sickening sound as the squished in her skull before popping out completely. Seras screamed again. This was the Major's favorite part. Seras' head hung low as blood tears rolled down her face. But she would not sob. Not in front of him.
"Five hundred…thirty…..eight", she gasped out.
"It always pleases me that you never lose count little Seras. You are truly wunderbar!" the Major shrieked. "Today alone we have filled two buckets Fräulein! "
"And today, just for you Seras, I have a special little gift." Seras could hear him move about around her.
"Today, I have a little friend for you." He moved to her side. Her vampire ears caught onto a sound she had never heard before coming from him.
'You know why you are here don't you?' her demon drawled out in a lazy voice. 'Because you are too kind. You never act upon what you truly feel.'
Seras's head hung, her hair falling to cover her eyes. 'What are you talking about?' she asked quietly.
'You pretend to be so charming and innocent. But deep down, you feel it don't you? You can't deny it.' Her demon lounged lazily in front of the chair Seras sat chained in.
'When they taunt you. When they ask you for favors because they know you won't refuse. When your Master ignores you. When you Sir Integra looks down on you. You feel it.'
'I don't know what you're talking about', Seras replied weakly.
'ANGER YOU FOOL! You feel it even now don't you!? At me! Because I'm calling you on your weak pathetic bull shit!'
"Have you ever heard of the Chinese red-headed centipede Fräulein? " Seras's head jerked up. "I want to put him in your ear little Fräulein." Seras began to scream. She began shaking uncontrollably as the Major laughed at her side.
"Please! No! NO PLEASE! NOOOOOOO!" Seras screamed as the centapede burrowed into her skull through her ear.
Everyday was exactly the same.
'You know I can help save you. All you need to do is accept me.' The demon crossed her arms as she stood in front of Seras.
'No. I wont do that. Its this world that has problems. Not me.' Seras shook her head lightly, her voice growing slightly stronger.
'And what exactly do you intend to do then Seras Victoria?' her demon asked, placing her hands upon her hips.
'I will change the world' Seras replied as she brought her head up.
'Does this mean you accept me then Seras?'
'Never.' Seras launched herself from the chair at her demon, pinning her to the ground, eyes still hidden.
'Even if that is the wrong choice?' the demon growled.
'It isn't. I am better than you. I will surpass you. I will surpass Master. I will change the world.'
'That will do for now then Seras. Feed now, and find the strength you've always had', her demon spoke as she gently placed a hand on the back of Sera's head and pulled her to her jugular. Instantly Seras's fangs tore into the demons flesh. Seras drank as if it was the last time she ever would.
'Thats right Seras. Become a creature of the night. A monster that all shall fear', the demon whispered.
The Major stood at the table that held all of his instruments of torture wiping his hands off on a towel. Gently he placed the two buckets of her fingers and toes upon the table before turning to face the now quite Seras Victoria.
"I must take my leave soon Fräulein. For you see, your counterparts, the Hellsing have finaly come to your aide. But I fear there is not much left to save, wouldn't you agree Seras?" He stalked forward with a blade in his fat fingers. Yet Seras remained still and silent as the grave as he stalked closer. "I believe now is the time to take your unlife Fräulein. What little of it there is left to take." His laugh echoed in the small cell before he plunged foward.
Only to miss as Seras broke the chains and launched herself at him. It happend in the blink of an eye. The Major unable to dodge her attack as she pounced on his back and whispered,"Fuck you", and dug her fangs into his shoulder. Her fangs tore out a chunk of his throat and spit it out to the side before jumping off and away from the Major effectivly blocking the only exit.
"That tastes foul. Like spoiled intestines of a fish," Seras's voice was low and menacing as she wiped her mouth. "I can't stand the though of your foul blood in me. I would soon rather die than ever take from your wretched blood."
"You...you bit me!?", the Major choked out. He sank to his knees as the blood began to spill from his throat, eyes wide in surprise. Seras stalked foward till she stood in front of him. Terroified eyes stared up at her as she cracked a single knuckle.
"Tell me Major. What is one thousand minus seven?"
Today everything changes.
