100 Drops of Blood
by dark-angel-rising
Many thanks to: TrunksgirlBlaze27, meg-chan, Demmie, sakandliluver, Alucards-Lover-Sexy-Vampire-BITCH, susume, nicole gutierrez, Alucardina
Seras awakened to the soft strains of a soft melody resounding through the expanses of the basement. She lay in her coffin, listening to the music, it's painfully beautiful notes making her eyes sting, and her vision blur and redden slightly.
Rising from her rest, she followed the music further and further into the basement, hypnotized by it. She traced it back to her Master's chambers, and paused, wondering if she should open the door. She had only been in her Master's room on a couple of occasions, and knew very well that her sire liked his privacy more than a hermit. Leaning against the dark wood, looking at the wood grain, and wondering in the far recesses of her mind if the wood was as old as him. Stupid. She thought morosely.
Her hand trembling with both fear and anticipation, she opened the door and stepped inside the nearly pitch-black chamber. With her vampiric vision she saw that her Master's room was still as sparcely decorated as ever. Since she began with Hellsing, she had added a computer, a little stereo, and a few bookshelves to her resting place, and it seemed much more bearable to spend probably the rest of eternity there.
She caught sight of Alucard, hat and coat on the floor, sitting in the only chair in the room, his back turned to her, a wine glass in hand that was filled with blood. His coffin sitting in a corner, the words 'The Bird of Hermes is my name. Eating my wings to make me tame.' written on it. The old record player that was on an endtable in the other corner was repeating the same song over and over. The feeling of unbearable pain in her undead heart doubled and she gently touched it with her hand through the fabric of her pajamas.
"What do you want, Police Girl?" He asked, his deep baritone voice annoyed. She stuttered for a bit, and mumbled under her breath, her cheeks hot. She knew she shouldn't have come.
"Speak up, Police Girl, I can barely hear you." He snapped, setting the glass down rather harshly.
"I heard the music." She said, clearly this time, her voice quivering. The two vampires stayed silent for a moment, Seras was about to walk out when he spoke.
"They don't make music like they used to anymore." He emptied the glass, and poured some more from the bottle. "That shit that you were listening to last time made me want to tear my ears off at some point." Seras flushed again, and mumbled an apology. He didn't seem to hear her and continued.
"I don't even remember when this one was first written. All I know was that a vampire wrote it." Seras looked up. "He was killed a few years later by a vampire hunter." He snorted sardonically. "None of the good old vampires exist anymore." There was a feeling of great sadness and loneliness in his voice. "That Helena was probably the last. Just these FREAKS left now."
Seras felt a twinge of pain in her chest, and whispered, "I'm here."
For the first time he turned to look at her, his lazy eyes sweeping over her meek form. He laughed.
"Yes, you're here.
Bloody Hellsing Organization. If you're not a slave to them, then they have the right to hunt you down and put a few rounds of bullets in your head. I bloody hate this century." Seras was seriously beginning to wonder if there was some alcohol in the blood. She stepped over to the table and cautiously sniffed the open bottle. Yep, definetly. Blood mixed with wine. She turned to her Master, as he stood up unsteadily and began to trudge over to his coffin. He collapsed inside, and wordlessly closed the lid. Seras sat down in his chair and looked at the eight bottles that were on the floor, some broken. Pouring the last of the drink into the glass she sipped it up, the sickeningly wonderful taste of blood making the wine taste even better. She listened as the melody continued, the ghostly and ethereal notes of the piano welling up into a crescendo before dwindling.
This song made her feel so alone in this world where few like her existed. She couldn't break away. Hellsing and Iscariot would come hunting her as soon as she left the grounds for good. Her, the childe of the No Life King. Integra probably already had a special bullet picked out just for her.
She shook her head, standing up with a determined look on her face. Turning off the record player, she stored the record away, cleaned up the glass with a trick that Alucard had taught her, picked up his clothes and hung them on the chair, smiling slightly to herself. As long as she had Master niether of them would be alone. Not now. Not ever.
Author's Notes –
Well, this was at first supposed to be a funny and cute story, but it became this instead. I wrote it while listening to Bodhisattva Cathedral, which the song in the fic was based off. That and Shina no Muku. They're both awesome songs. Kinda depressing, but really good.
Anyway, please excuse any spelling mistakes, as I was writing this at two in the morning, waiting for my download to finish, and was suffering from a headache.
Please review, or I'll send Judas Priest on a coffee-high after you!
Alucard: And you told me that I was scary. Sheesh.
DAR