Contrary to what Jan had guessed, it took three days for a call to come in about travel arrangements, and Seras winced as she could hear Jan's shouting from the other side of the door; a profane, swear-ridden mix of English and Italian, and from what Seras gathered, the 'arrangements' hadnt gone as planned.
She desperately hoped he wouldnt take it out on her; she really did...
The sound of gunfire and her door being kicked in erased THAT dream right quickly, and Jan's blazing gold eyes settled on her, making her gut lurch with dread. The fact that she had gotten tired of wearing the same unwashed clothes for three days and she was now wearing a few things of Luke's that fit wasnt helping, she thought.
Jan stalked forward and grabbed her arm-really, she was going to have permanent marks there-and dragged her out of Luke's room and into the lounge, where two men were on the floor, their legs shot useless and blood seeping onto the expensive carpeting.
"Jan, we TRIED-!" one of them began, but was cut off when Jan pointed his gun between his eyes.
"FUCK what you TRIED," Jan snapped, his fangs lengthening in rage. He turned to Seras and tightened his grip on her arm. "We aint goin' to New York because these FUCKERS-" He kicked one of them in the kneecap, shattering it. "-couldnt do their FUCKING jobs!"
"JAN, WE GOT MILLENNIUM AND HELLSING INTERCEPTING US AT EVERY GODDAMN TURN!" the other one shouted. "WE CANT DO SHIT-!"
"THAT much is OBVIOUS, dipshit!" He shot the man in the shoulder, then turned to Seras, shoving her toward them. "Finish 'em off, bitch, so I dont hafta look at their fuckin' faces."
Seras visibly blanched, freezing on the spot. Killing humans was NOT something her scruples would allow her to do. Jan saw her hesitation and growled. "I SAID fuckin' KILL THEM!" He shoved her again, sending her to the floor in front of the men. "Drain 'em fuckin' dry! Tear their goddamn hearts out!"
"I cant...!" Seras began, then shut her mouth. Oh God, Jan was going to hurt her, she was sure-!
And sure she was. Jan grabbed her hair and jerked her up. "You CANT?" he snarled, jostling her by the hair painfully. "You fuckin' CANT! The FUCK kind of vampire ARE you!"
"I CANT!" Seras yelped, wincing from the pain of practically having her hair yanked out by Jan. "PLEASE, I CANT kill humans...!"
"You GOT to be shitting me!" Jan shouted back. Seras only let out a sob. Jan reared his hand back like he was going to strike her, then paused, a sick grin replacing his look of incredulous disgust. "...Alright then, Baby Bat," he said, letting her hair go and walking around so he was standing behind the two incredibly pale men. "You dont gotta kill 'em."
Seras remained silent; there was something else to this, she just KNEW it. Jan gave her a grin and grabbed one of the men by the head, jerking it back and exposing the throat.
"I'll do it," he said, leaning down and ignoring the cries of mercy from his prey. "Then I'll let their zombie asses out on the unfortunate souls downstairs. This place'll be FILLED with the zombie fuckers-"
"No!" Seras gasped, then bit her lip hard. Jan smirked.
"'No'?" he asked mockingly. He shoved the man forward toward her. "Then YOU fuckin' drain 'em and kill 'em, or I'LL fuckin' drain 'em and send 'em downstairs. Your pick, bitch."
Seras looked down at the pleading men in front of her, feeling tears run down her face. She knew the choice: two deaths or close to a hundred, on HER conscience. God damn him, she thought, her eyes trailing to the blood pooling on the floor and feeling a swell of hunger in her stomach. God damn him to the deepest, darkest parts of Hell...!
"DO IT!" Jan snapped, and Seras's decision collided with her Master's command. She lurched forward and latched her teeth into the man's throat. Instinct drove her further, and she drained him dry before letting him drop dead on the floor and diving at the other man, who had tried to crawl away, screaming in terror.
As she did the deed, Jan reclined on his chair, his eyes glowing darkly as he watched his toy drain the two fuckers dry. This was SO fucking better than a snuff film, godDAMN!
Seras finally drained the other man, and unable to control herself, she began licking the pooled blood on the floor gluttonously. When her tongue began to taste wood instead of blood, she snapped out of her bloodlust and stared in horror at what she had just done.
Her disgust contradicted her darker nature, which was satisfied with her fill and giving her inner Hell-demon a high-five with recommendations to do that again, and soon. She wanted nothing more than to vomit, but she could feel the blood she just drank...disperse inside of her; like it had dissolved into her very being...
"That," Jan's voice cut in, making her look up to see him taking a drag from a cigarette, "was FUCKING hot." He gave her a lewd grin and flicked the end of the cigarette with the tip of his tongue suggestively. "I could get off just watching you eat, y'know that?"
"Fuck you," she hissed, not noticing her eyes turn gold in rage. Jan noticed, and his grin only broadened.
"If you insist, Baby Bat," he drawled, gesturing to his crotch. "I got a cock you can fuck right now, if ya want..."
"SHUT UP!" Seras screamed, covering her ears with her hands. "YOU FUCKING SICK FREAK! YOU FUCKING MONSTER!" She yelped when Jan jumped from his chair to pin her down on the floor, right in the coagulated leftover blood of the men who had but minutes before they became ghouls.
Jan's eyes swirled in a maelstrom of gold as he glared down at her. "I'M the fuckin' monster, you whore?" he hissed, clenching her wrists tighter. "Which one of us just sucked those two dipshits dry, huh? Which one of us licked the goddamned floor like a starving BITCH, HUH?"
Without waiting for her reply, he sat up and jerked her arms with him, and forced her to turn around to look at the two men. "YOU fuckin' drank their blood, you blood-slut!" he said, keeping her head in place so she couldnt look away. "YOU fuckin' licked the floor clean! YOU are the FUCKING monster!"
"No!" Seras wailed, shaking her head in denial. "I'm NOT! You MADE me do that!" She cried out in pain when Jan shoved her to the floor, pinning her face-down just inches from one of the men.
"I didnt MAKE you do SHIT!" Jan snapped, gripping the back of the shirt she'd gotten from Luke's closet and tearing it clean off with one swipe. Seras began to jerk around, trying to get free, but he pinned her arms to her sides and kept them in place with his legs as he straddled her hips. "YOU fuckin' drank 'em! YOU killed 'em!" He lit another cigarette and took a drag on it before pressing it between her shoulder blades.
Seras let out a shriek and thrashed around harder, but Jan kept her in place as he alternated between smoking his cigarettes and putting them out on her back. By the time he'd finished his pack, Seras was a sobbing mess and the men were shifting around, groaning as they became ghouls.
Jan roughly ground his last cigarette into her back, the pattern of burns spelling out his name, then stood up and sat back down in his chair. "You better kill 'em," he said carelessly. "I aint gonna stop 'em from eatin' everyone else..."
Seras choked on her tears as she remained on the floor for a few more moments before shakily pulling herself up on her hands and knees and reached for a gun nearby. Jan deftly kicked it out of reach.
"Nuh-uh," he said, grabbing a bottle of beer he'd been drinking and taking a swig. "Use yer bare hands." Seras, all cried out by this point and slowly losing any argument in her own head as to otherwise disobey him, stood up and walked over to the ghouls, who paid their 'creator' no heed as they groaned and clawed at the door that led to fresh meals. Seras stared at their pitiful forms for a few moments before grabbing one by the head, digging her fingers hard into the skill so she had a good grip, and jerked the head right off. To the other one, she grabbed his head and bashed it repeatedly into the floor until nothing remained but rotted flesh, shattered skull, and pureed brain.
"Not bad, Baby Bat," Jan murmured to himself. "Not bad at all." He crooked a finger. "Come here."
Seras numbly obeyed, her face blank but her eyes practically screaming with pain and anguish at what she'd done and what she was becoming. Jan grabbed her jaw in his hand and turned it so she was looking at him. "You've pleased your master, vampire slut," he said, flicking his tongue over one of his lip rings. "And you WANT to please your master, don'cha?"
Seras swallowed hard and nodded; obeying her master meant less pain for her, no matter what she had to do to avoid the pain. Jan stroked his thumb over her cheek before releasing his hold on her face.
"Master Jan's got work to do and people to fuckin' kill," he said, his tone almost playful as though he were talking to a child. Or a dog. "Go amuse yourself." He gestured her away, and Seras stumbled back into Luke's-her-room and collapsed on the couch, taking no heed of the red that stained the immaculate white furniture.
Blood.
Monster.
Monster.
Monster.
She had been right, she numbly thought. Drinking blood DID change everything. It made her into a monster. And there was no turning back; no redemption for monsters. She buried her face into the crook of the couch and clenched her eyes shut, trying to tell herself it WASNT the souls of those two men screaming in the Hell she'd sent them to that was ringing in her ears.