A man's dying scream shook Seras out of her reverie. There was laughter coming from the arena; too much to belong to just Father and the victor.

'Great,' She rolled her eyes, 'Father has guests tonight. Better suit up.' Seras was Father's favorite fighter. Ever since her fight on the night she arrived Father had put her up against the more experienced fighters. She wasn't necessarily the strongest or the most well-trained, but she had the will to survive and with that she lived on.

The laughing and clapping had died down by the time Seras had put her cloth bracers on; the bracers may not stop a sword, but they protected her forearms if she needed to get up close and personal with her opponent. A ghoul came to Seras's cell door and opened it; it was never locked, she had earned her many freedoms, unlocked doors being one of them. Seras preferred the door shut to keep the other captives out; she didn't need a jagged piece of metal shoved between her ribs while she slept. The ghoul grunted and she scoffed in acknowledgement, "I know, I'm coming." Seras finished tying off her bracers and turned to follow the ghoul out to the arena gate.

'I wonder what weapons will be in the arena this time…' Seras wondered absentmindedly. Sometimes Father stocked the arena with weapons to make the fights more interesting, but never any long-range weapons. She had seen a woodcutter's axe before, but usually there were only light swords and daggers.

The ghoul stopped at the ever rusty gate and grunted. Seras looked at the creature in disgust. Father told her how ghouls came to be. She could respect the power of a vampire, but not such a weak creature as the one before her. Seras did not like weak things because she was forced to kill them. She grimaced at the thought of killing again; Seras didn't like doing it, but she wanted out of this hole in the ground.

Seras was snapped out of her trance by the sound of Father's voice cutting through the silence. "My most honored guest. Tonight you have seen these humans without their humanity; you have smelled their blood drip onto the sand, but you have seen nothing yet! My most prized fighter: Seras!" Father called out to his crowd.

Seras took her cue and opened rusty gate. Several eyes raked over her as she eyed her opponent. It was the winner from the last fight. The loser was being eating in the corner by some of Father's ghouls.

Her opponent was a hard man; toughened by these conditions like all of the survivors. Seras felt her stomach tighten and her palms grew cold but sweaty. She hadn't felt fear like this since her first fight. The man had a war axe!

Seras glared at Father from across the arena. She saw him shrug and grin at her like a madman. 'He gave him that axe on purpose…' He was always looking for a better show, and Seras could always provide it.

Seras smirked to herself as she bent down to pick up her favorite sword and dagger. 'Well we'll see how he likes it when I defeat my opponent yet again.' Father had kept her around for so long, Seras had lost track of how many days she had been here. Seras felt she had earned her freedom but she never voiced her opinions for fear of upsetting Father.

Seras began her pre-battle routine. She examined her sword; it had a few nicks in it from the last fight, but it was certainly usable. Seras heard a few whispers coming from the crowd. It was so rare to have guests, so she took the opportunity to look them over. There were only four other vampires besides Father; three of which she had seen before, they were dressed in very classy outfits. A lone figure sat at the very top aloof from the others. He had on a long red jacket and an outrageous cool hat to match, and he was wearing an orange pair of sunglasses. He just sat there looking at her with a grin.

'Well, he's a weird one.' Seras thought nothing more of him as Father said those traditional words, "Let the fight begin!"

Seras started to circle the man across from her. Her opponent was shirtless and had several small cuts on his shoulders and chest.

"No hard feelings, eh lass?" The man said.

"None at all. Do what you need to do to survive, and I will too." She replied with a nod.

The axman ran at her and swung the war axe at her neck. She had plenty of time to predict his movement and she dropped to a crouch right before the axe sliced her head clean off. 'Damn, he's strong if he can swing that thing around so effortlessly.'

Seras growled and flicked her wrist to create a light gash in the man's upper thigh. Blood stained his dirty khaki shorts and he roared in annoyance. The wound was only an inconvenience for him.

The axman picked up his threatening weapon and swung it around his head to gain momentum. Seras took advantage of this split second's respite and stood up just as the axe was coming down to split her in half. She sidestepped to the left and the axe split the earth with a dull 'Crack.' Seras raised her leg and kicked the large weapon's handle and the force jarred the man's hand, forcing him to release the weapon as it fell over.

Father clapped his hands with laughter, "Well done, Seras! Now drop the sword." He shouted from his throne.

Seras growled at him in rage and stabbed her sword into the ground, but she could never disobey an order.

The man grinned at Seras. Now they were on equal terms. They only had daggers so it meant hand-to-hand combat.

Seras and the man circled each other; sizing one another up. Seras flipped her dagger in her hand to a defensive position; she preferred to take a defensive position like this because she could put all her weight behind every blow by using her legs to propel her forward. That meant that her she could only slice effectively, not stab, but it was a useful trade-off. The man saw this change in position and charged her and attempted to slash Seras across the neck. Seras ducked the blade and pushed herself forward, past the man and she drug her dagger through his ribs just under the armpit. The gash was deep and ribs could be seen through the blood. If Seras didn't manage to land another solid blow like that, blood loss would kill him eventually.

The man roared in pain and his right arm was rendered useless because the more he moved his right arm, the more his wound bled. He swung around and punched Seras in the back of the head with his good arm. Seras dropped her dagger and her eyesight began to get blurry as she collapsed onto her knees.

Seras fell back onto her butt. Her bloodied opponent looked down on her from behind with a grin; it was over for her.

He fisted his hand in her hair and pulled her head back, baring her neck. With one good pull he could snap her neck.

Seras leaned back and kicked her leg up, hitting the man in the stomach. He let go of her hair and she launched herself up and turned to face her threat. She punched him square in the nose. Blood ran down the man's chin and he grasped his broken nose with both hands, grimacing as the movement pulled at the open wound on his ribs.

Seras ran to the dagger she had dropped and grasped it firmly as she calmly walked to the man that was backing away from her. He was covered with his own blood; his shorts were stained and torn at the leg, blood poured down his side and soaked into the rim of his shorts, and blood dripped off of his chin. Seras reached the broken man and she just stood in front of him.

They locked eyes and he nodded, knowing he had been foolish to think he had almost won. Seras saw the proud and knowing look in the man's eyes and she cocked her head to the side like a kitten. "Anything you'd like to say?" She whispered. Normally she would never show anyone such a kindness, but he had been a worthy adversary and Seras felt he deserved something for his life.

Unfortunately, Seras had no idea of the extent of a vampire's hearing. "Seras! Kill him!" Father yelled with rage from across the bloodied arena.

Seras could not disobey the vampire who held her life in his hands at all times. The cost of being Father's favorite fighter meant you had to stay his favorite fighter. If Father lost interest you were killed. It's as simple as that.

Seras knew this as she plunged her dagger deep in the man's bare chest. He fell to his knees ad lay limp on the ground with his blood soaking into the sand.

Father howled with laughter and the other vampires clapped at the display. All the vampires had thoroughly enjoyed the fight; except one. The vampire in red did not clap or smile, he simply stared at her with much interest.

The man in red stood and clapped.

Once.

Twice.

All the other vampires turned to look at him. Father stood and shouted at him, "Who in the hell are you?!" Seras gasped and squinted her eyes to get a better look at the stranger. His glasses had fallen down his nose to the point where she could see his crimson eyes. He stood there smirking.

"I am Alucard, you piece of filth." He said with a smirk.

Seras sat in the middle of the arena dumbfounded. No one had ever insulted Father. For the second time tonight, Seras felt fear.

Hello everyone! I hope you like this chapter. As you have read Seras is still being imprisoned by the vamp priest, but that might change with the coming chapter ;). So post some reviews and follow up on this story :) Bye 3