Prompt of Acceptance.

Post-OVA/Manga.


"Feed off me, Seras, and we'll defeat them as one."

The last words spoken to her humanity, the driving point of her final act as a fledgling. To taste, to mix, it was exactly what had happened in those few moments. A sensation she would never forget.

No more than a week after, she had already begun to find that it was easier. There was less hesitation to drink from a bag, although it was something she still didn't think about very often. The taste was no longer foreign, and the idea didn't make her stomach turn. If nothing else, the voice that now lived inside her head was more of the voice of reason.

"Just drink, Mignonette."

Although sometimes it was a more irritating and pushy voice, he had her best interests in mind.

Years passed, and she was neglectful at worst of her needs. She would not kill - couldn't, really, as she still chose to serve under Integra Hellsing. The woman would not allow her to hunt, and so it never became a desire, although it crossed her mind many times. It would be something asked of her upon on master's return - that much she knew, but she felt fine with putting it off. Her voice of reason had faded into her subconscious.

He did return, and succumbing to her nature was something that wasn't forced on her, but was heavily suggested. She finally had to face it, to face the idea that came to mind many times before. This time she couldn't deny it, she had been given permission by someone who once held more power over her than the woman she had been serving.

Any screams of terror that may have been formed were drowned by the blood-lust she allowed herself. For the first time in her existence she could feel her humanity slip away. It wasn't the first time it had happened, but all she heard were stories. The berserk states she sometimes fell into as a fledgling were states she couldn't control, and she couldn't think clearly during them.

Right now, she was fully aware of what was going on. She was killing and feeding off an innocent man who simply wandered too far away from any population. She simply did not care at the moment.

Hours passed before she returned. Someone had just died for her to survive. The more she thought about what she had done, the more she realized it just wasn't something she could do regularly. Now and again, it would be necessary, and she wouldn't complain or hesitate for those times.