There is sort of a memory sequence going on and I need to warn you that the memories are not in order because like the chapter says, they are a jumbled mass that slowly start to make sense. (I know part of this warning doesn't make sense now but it will when you read. Just go with it.)

I'm starting to get an idea of what motivates me to write again when I'm in a slump. For example, I saw a rock/metal version of Zelda's forest theme on youtube and my first thought was of how I had to write "submit to me"s next chapter. Is it just me or is that a little f-ing bizarre?

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"And so the talking serpent taunted Eve with a disobedient bite of knowledge… and after she had considered it… The whole world, as it used to be, had come tumbling down…"

"You can't be serious." Once he had explained what he wanted, she had been against it from the beginning on principal alone. There were so many reasons to choose from of why she wouldn't do it. Getting master angry was the first among them and then the possibility that he was a madman occurred to her. You just don't make deals with madmen. There was a reason mothers steered their children across the street when they saw homeless men 'speaking' with 'friends'.

He was insane. That was the only explanation she could think of. There was no way in hell he actually thought she would do this. Especially for no reason. She may have been only three years old and didn't quite know all the rules between masters and servants but she was certain that this was something close to treason. She wasn't naïve either. Yet he just stood there grinning as creepily wide as ever clearly waiting for her to give in if he stared back long enough. She couldn't help but stare wondering what level of psychosis he had to have been in, for him to think she would just go along with his plan. Or maybe it was better to wonder just exactly where she could find a drug that would make one so delusional.

"I assure you that I am completely serious." He answered back calmly. He sounded like a parent patiently explaining to a child. She gritted her teeth. She wasn't an idiot. There was no need to patronize her and that was no way to ask for help.

"So let me get this straight… You want me to do a blood-gifting ceremony with you, so that you can gain access to my head, so you can SPY on my master?" Rochelle wasn't certain how many octaves her voice had shot up in her incredulity but it was there. Her master had taught and warned her about blood-giftings and the dangers that came with it in her first year of un-life. There were so many ways to be completely tricked without realizing it. Phrasing was key because intent meant nothing if things were not phrased right. The words themselves were not magic but the customs rules were absolute because it made a sort of contract like a symbiotic parasite between host and parasite..

She couldn't quite comprehend what was going on in the elders head but insanity or old age must have loosened a few screws. He was asking her to do an incredibly dangerous ceremony so she could help him spy on her master? The ceremony wasn't dangerous itself; it was just that the repercussions of what could be asked in return were dangerous. But spy on her master? For what purpose? With no explanation? He definitely had to be on something. Was there heroin strong enough to affect the brain before the immune system of a vampire could cycle it out? As far as she knew vampires could drink alcohol but the immune system cleaned it out so fast it had to be really strong stuff, maybe three bottles of vodka would do it. He was defiantly not being rational. She couldn't smell alcohol on him but from the way he expected her to just do what he asked, she was guessing he had consumed seven to ten bottles of vodka..

He smirked. "When you put it that way you make it sound so terrible like I'm planning to kidnap her."

"You're insane! You want to make a link to my head so you can spy on my master?"

He raised an eyebrow. "I believe I just answered that question but if you want to phrase it that way: yes."

"And you just expect me to do it? With no explanation as to why or why you're here or why you're talking with my master?" He stared at Rochelle for a minute and his smirked widened.

"I am detecting leverage here. I can give you answers and all you would need to get them, is to do a little something for me in return."

Rochelle wanted to slap herself. Damn! She pinched the bridge of her nose. She didn't have a headache. She didn't get them anymore but it was certainly a familiar habit. She desperately wanted answers and the bastard was dangling them in front of her tauntingly. Torn. Completely torn in half. On one hand she could get answers about her master and clear up the confusion of her situation but she'd be turned into a traitor to do it and receive her master's anger. On the other she could be left to stew in confusion, her master's anger and his constant pestering for her to cave into his demands. Oh hell! She knew it was a terrible option but her master was going to be filled with rage either way.

"I'm going to hell for this." she seethed. His smirk became smug but there was a note of seriousness.

"We are damned draculina. Do not forget that." He brought his wrist out and made to slit it.

"Wait." He stopped and frowning, waited for an explanation. "You still haven't explained why I should do this or what you want with my master. If I'm going to basically be a turncoat I need to know why I am doing it and if it's a good reason. I need to know the truth and if this is for my masters benefit."

He paused considering it. She could see the conflicting emotions in his eyes. He was too good at hiding his facial expressions when he chooses to. His face was smooth and it was only through his eyes she could glean anything. Firs it seemed frustration and then annoyance. Before several minutes had past it turned to indecision as if he was still trying to decide. Finally he spoke. "Very well. Remember that you asked for this."

Pain. At first it was senseless pain that infected her head and slithered through her eyes. Memories, thoughts, feelings, emotions rammed into her head. Years and years, decades of knowledge in a mental bucket just dumped unto her mind threatening to crack her. For a moment she thought she was calling for her master as the images flickered through her head meaninglessly but then she realized it was her master, Seras's voice, which she was hearing. It was like a collage of photos, video and sound streaming through her head but slowly it started to organize itself and she could make sense of it a little at a time. Some of it was so dark and confusing that she had difficulty not screaming in fear of it. She knew what this was. They were Alucard's memories of Seras, or her master, and every emotion or thought he had ever had to her.

"Are you a virgin police girl? Would you like to come with me?" she blushed looking frightened, embarrassed and confused. I waited patiently for her to answer. I could sense the potential. I would make her mine. I had to tweak the situation in a way that made it seem like there was no hope but me for her to get out of this. I ignored the shitty freak behind her. He was an unimportant speck of filth. The girl was more important as I eagerly waited for her to say 'yes'. She didn't disappoint me.

"Yes!" I pulled the trigger and breathed in deeply at the scent of her blood splattering everywhere. I couldn't wait for a taste. There was a halo of ash and I ignored it. I stepped over to her form watching as she rapidly lost blood. I knelt to the floor and cradled her in my arms. I went to bite down but paused.

"This is the part where you close your eyes." She did and I bit down hard. The taste of her sweet blood ran down my throat hotly, he cries stilling, the smell of her blood making e growl, I could hear her heart slowing and I had to stop before it stopped. I slit my wrists, putting it to her mouth and ordered her to drink. She did I could feel the change begin. She is mine now, and I would give her to no one.

Rochelle gasped. Realizing she was on the floor. She had a momentary respite from the memories and she realized she had just seen her masters turning and death. That's what happened? He had tricked the woman by using mind control to make the priest use her as a human shield? She couldn't believe the audacity of the plan. It was so horribly perfect. She had heard the schemes he was planning and she had tasted her master's blood for a moment again in such a strange way. But before Rochelle could think of anything else another memory came over her blotting out all reason. She was no longer Rochelle; she was an observer in her own head.

"\Master! What are you doing?" I grinned holding her to me. I rather enjoyed the feel of her squiring on my lap and her embarrassment was entertaining. She had, naively, tried to sit down in her chair and I had phased into it and pulled her into my lap as usual. She really should start checking behind her before she sits. I held her back flush against my chest. She fit perfectly as if her small body was made for me. She was very warm as well. I wanted to take her then. "Let me go!"

I grinned, leaning into whisper in her ear, making sure to breath on her neck. She trembled, shivering. "Why, police girl? I am rather comfortable."

She became ever more red, proof that she had drank like a good girl. She had started drinking recently, ever since Millennium had been defeated. That was four months ago. I found myself oddly distracted by strange emotions. I felt happy? Or more content because I was near her? It was getting more difficult to resist my masters' orders not to touch her intimately as time went on. I stared at her neck wanting another taste. I growled angrily when my eyes picked out the scar that ran vertically on her neck. It didn't matter that I had killed him; he had still hurt someone under my care and protection. He had damaged something that was MINE.

I forced myself to calm. Seras was already recovered and the line would fade with time. She was safe and all threats could not harm her as they were gone. The seals would grow weaker and weaker as my master aged and I could ignore lesser orders such as not touching her. I could have her in time and for now I will just wait for her to come into her vampirism.

She blinked, trying to make sense of it. She felt his happiness and every emotion he had experienced that hour. Wait… Millennium? From the knowledge she had it was- another memory came. Her head was slowly processing everything.

Hisses, snarls, growls. Glowing eyes and screams of fear. It was perfect. She was perfect. She is mine. This was what she was capable of. It was unfortunate that she had lost control to her bloodlust but with time and acceptance of herself that would change. She would consciously be doing the bloodbath i watched her create. Her shirt had torn during the fight and it split in a way i could see her right breast. i growled lowly. Seras, in that revealing outfit, covered in blood and tearing apart her enemies… I wanted her but was frustrated because my master's orders were clear.

I had created my little fledging a month ago and was rather pleased with the results. I was equally disappointed. Seras had been very resistant to the life and I constantly tried to get her to drink. Threats or punishment, promises of training, compliments. None of it worked. Neither would she tell me the reason she refused to drink. She was in a delicate stage. She could not survive if she didn't drink in her young age. I eventually had to force feed her. Which is what made this so frustrating.

She was perfect. Completely and utterly perfect. Her body was sinfully beautiful and shapely. Her innocent mind was stubborn and I would enjoy corrupting it. But she was too stubborn and frightened. She refused to drink on her own. Which is what led to her blood lusting rampages after and sometimes during missions. Her need for blood would build until it popped. The violence on missions was perfect for that. She wouldn't remember anything she had done which only made the problem worse. She would not realize how much she enjoyed killing and clung to humanity, because it was the only thing she knew when she was in control of herself. Clearly he would have to change that.

She felt the frustration and pleasure. The pride at seeing his creation, her master, rip through every ghoul in her path viciously. The… lust? And… Her master resisted blood? Was that why she was so fierce to Rochelle when she had tried to reject blood herself? Why had- another memory came to her wiping out all thought.

I watched eagerly. Finally my little child was going to drink consciously. She had the blood on her hand and was tentatively leaning forward to lick it. I could sense the fear and uncertainty of doing it but she was doing it nevertheless. I focused all of my attention on her, hiding in the shadows. She got difficult when I was around so I hid where she couldn't see me. She was about to lick the blood and clean her hand when all progress was ruined. I felt rage watching blessed blades slide through her neck pining her to the ground. Her bloodlust broken she screamed in pain.

I grit my teeth. Whoever had just ruined my fledgling's progress would be slaughtered. Not only that, but they had just harmed her. i would kill them slowly and make them beg for mercy. i strode forward to hi thrashing child and quickly calmed her.

Shushing her. "Shhhhh… Police girl... Don't move. You'll hurt yourself more." She whimpered and tried to speak. Blood leaked out of her neck quicker than before and I was concerned to see some dribble out of her mouth. I ordered her to stop before she did more damage to herself. "Don't speak."

She was so young and fragile. She had always looked so vulnerable like it would take a million people just to keep her safe. She may have been a year old now but she was still young, weak and fragile. Every drop she had was needed and a good deal of it had been used by her berserker state and just then the silver knife sizzling her skin. I couldn't remove the blessed blade yet because she would bleed out faster and I didn't have the time to heal her. I looked up to see the filth that had dared hurt my child. It was immediately obvious that it was a paladin. His use of blessed silver made it obvious but the priest robes made that more clear.

I could see the tanned skin and the white blonde hair. He looked foreign. But then again, that didn't matter because I was going to tear him apart for harming MY police girl. I could sense her pain and fear and I would destroy him painfully slow. I had not impaled someone in a good while. Perhaps it was time again?

Pride, affection, anger, rage, hate, possessiveness, the desire to protect and the desire to kill and that dared harm what was his. That's what Rochelle could feel and sense when she had experienced that memory as her own. He had been fiercely glad and full of pride of his creation when she had been about to drink and then full of rage and concern when she had been hurt. The paladin and the battle was a blur of controlled anger. But nothing really happened until his head had been cut off.

"MASTER!" I heard my little fledgling scream and I frowned inside. I had told her not to talk and not I could smell her blood thicker in the air than ever. I sidestepped a blade ready to taunt the useless Judas when he got a well-placed blade into my jugular and my head rolled away. I would have laughed in glee if I could have. Fantastic! How many decades had it been since an opponent was strong or skilled enough to behead me?

I could feel police girls sorrow, grief, anger and fear. Amusing. From the way she was shaking and crying she thought I was dead. I would have to teach her better than that. I heard her cry of pain as she slide the blade out of her neck and then the plips of her blood dripping on the floor. She had lost a lot of blood. That was dangerous. I had already melted my body and was hearing the priest praying, about to kill her. I grinned. He thought I was dead and I was about to show him what happened when they touched what was mine. I focused on putting my body back together but I was curious of what she would do. Would she cry and give up, or try to fight back? She had found a third option.

I heard her dash around the priest and then I found my head being carried. I felt confused. She was trying… to save me? I heard her frantic thoughts grieving my loss. I felt some pang inside me I didn't like. How many years had it been since the idea of my death saddened anyone? Just how strange was my little creature? Most cursed the very ground I walked on and shied from my path. Yet never my little police girl. certainly she had run from me that first night but after that she never feared me. I felt some strange emotion or desire or longing I couldn't identify in me. All I knew was that I was never going to let anyone touch her ever again.

The memories change coming faster and it grew harder to understand but she still managed somehow.

"Master! I got you a Christmas gift!"

I looked at the glass square in his hand with a metal frame. i hadn't thought there was ever a picture i would voluntarily be in but i vaguely remembered her begging him t a few months ago. There was an odd weight in me that made her so much more important than anything else and i was close to growling in frustration. Christmas! A ridiculous human tradition! i smirked and leaned back. She was such a naïve, idealistic thing. i patted her on her head and she beamed happily at my supposed thanks. i cocked his head curiously. She looked more than beautiful when she smiled.

She looked radiant.

The memory changed.

"Master isn't it beautiful? See at the moon? It's so big tonight and eerily red!" Seras smiling beautifully wearing a pale gold dress for a formal gathering Hellsing was required to attend. "If only Integra wasn't in such a foul mood! She would love it!"

I took advantage of her not looking where my eyes were and admired her perfectly shaped ass which was wonderfully outlined in the dress. i may have hated how fashions had changed but if Seras were to dress that way all the time so i could admire her outline then i would throw out all of my ideas on modern fashions in the blink of an eye. i grimaced. There it was again. That annoying itch. That annoying desire to hold and be close to her. i forced his arms to stay a my sides. i was much older and much better than this. Those sorts of thoughts and emotions were dangerous.

My discomfort only increased when i noticed how the moonlight made her eyes shine. She was beautiful. She was strong. She was mine. Dammit to hell! i stepped forward and wrapped my arms around her waist, smirking at her blush. I breathed in deeply. She smelled wonderful. i watched the moon in silence, more or less content. i had finally appeased that annoying urge in me to hold my equally annoying, idealistic, complicated, strange, stubborn, gorgeous fledgling.

Change.

"Look Master! I can use my third eye to see over a thousand feet now!" Her smile full of wide-eyed excitement for accomplishing something so simple and small. She was beautiful. A strange twinge in him made him feel calmer with her around. He felt happy? He had felt this before. He knew what it was but what? It was like lust but it felt like it was more than simple carnal desire. His eyes settled on hr lips and he had to restrain himself. He reached out to pat her on the head and she beamed happily, clearly glad to have gained my approval.

Change.

"Master!" Her eyes looking at me happily. Her cheek smeared with blood and the bloody hand prints on her uniform. The other Hellsing soldiers shied away from us, especially me. But not Seras. She smiled at me beautifully and I couldn't find an ounce of fear.

Change.

"Master!" I looked down at her as she hugged me tightly around my waist. She was very short. I wonder how I hadn't noticed it before. 'You're really warm."

I chuckled. I was only warm to her. A human would be chilled in minutes.

"And your very short." She flushed angrily and I laughed. It was even better when I put my arms around her, returning the embraced that she blushed deeply. I frowned against her hair. This didn't feel close enough. I needed to be closer. I pulled her up higher and rested my head against her neck. I laughed at her surprised squeak before breathing in her scent. Much better. I caught her thoughts and feelings. It was a cruel and twisted situation. We both wanted each other, but because of my masters orders I would not be able to acknowledge Seras's feelings and Seras would never admit them to me because she was certain that I would not want her.

Foolish and naïve.

Change.

"Master! Come outside! There's a meteors shower and the moons very pretty tonight!"

I smirked. I decided to indulge my little creature. Shooting stars. I nearly snorted. She was terrible at mental barriers and I had seen what she was thinking. It was enticing. If it weren't for the seals I would have obliged her daydreams since the mission earlier had ended.. Somehow she had the idea that shooting stars were romantic and sex had been on her mind all night.

Change.

I snarled throwing the chair against the wall. I had finally identified the feeling that had been annoying me and was enraged at my own weakness. Love. I growled even more angrily than before.

"Damn her!" I grabbed anything close by. My wine glass, still full, shattering in a spray of tinkling and sparks of powdery white and a spray of red against the wall. My table cracking and splintering against the walls in a shower of wood chips. I tried to quash down the stream of emotions in me. This had to end. I could not allow it. She was supposed to be a toy, a plaything. She was supposed to stand at my side as a nosferatu and nightly amusement. I couldn't let this happen! It was weakness. I was better than this! I couldn't be brought down by such and I shouldn't! I could not and would not let it happen.

A twinge of unease ran through me because it already is happening. I paced agitatedly. How could I stop this from happening? I needed to distance myself from my fledgling. I stopped and felt pain inside me at the idea. Not hearing her voice wash over me and the calmly effect of her presence hurt me in ways I wouldn't admit to anyone. I barred my teeth at the wall. This was exactly why I had to distance myself from her. These emotions were dangerous and I could not allow myself to be weak.

Change.

"Master!"

I stiffened. I heard her running to me and felt that elation and desire to be close. I ignored it and I forced myself to ignore her. I kept walking but grimaced as unfamiliar feelings of hurt came over me. I was used to pain. Being stabbed and shot at was normal. Et why did this pain hurt more than anything I had ever experienced? It got only worse when I heard her voice. This time full of uncertainty and hurt her self by my ignoring of her. The pain in my heart was terrible. She would never know that she had done this to me and I would keep it that way.

"Master?" she sounded hurt and the confusion I sensed in her only intensified my own pain.

I found myself walking faster. Anything to get away from that hurt voice and beautiful face of the fledgling I was falling for. I was fleeing from my own fledgling.

Change.

Two days. Two damn days and it had become completely unbearable. I kept hearing her voice that had always been excited and happy to see me, full of uncertainty and hurt. Worse was that i hadn't looked back to see her face two days ago so now my mind was imagining all sorts of sad expressions marring her face. i growled and dug my fingers into my newly repair chair. The wood creaked under the pressure. That hurt i was so unfamiliar with was a lonely ache scratching my insides out. I looked at my glass of blood and shot my arm out snatching it and downed it as fast as I could. It calmed me but not for long.

Two days. Two miserable days without seeing or feeling her. I was used to being gone from her three days at a time but that was fine because I knew I was going to see her again soon. Now I wasn't never going to interact with her at all. I had cut myself off from her completely. I had closed access to her thoughts and emotions, I wasn't going to speak to her unless necessary and I definitely wasn't going to look at her. The eyes that looked at me with adoration and love she hid or the- Dammit. I roared my frustration and threw the glass at the wall. It hit the stair well and I seethed quietly.

Two days. Two agitated days where I found my body twitching in an urge to move closer or to phase to her room. Two days where I couldn't stand the idea of sleeping. The pain was becoming too much even for me. Physical pain I was used to but this sort of pain was bringing me to my knees. I growled. I didn't just want to see her, I needed to see her. See her golden hair or those blue eyes I hadn't yet managed to stain red. Hear that damn sweet voice. I snarled. I tightened my grip on the arms of my chair making some satisfying cracks and splinters No. she was just a stupid fledgling with large amounts of potential for this life. She was too sweet for her own good. Too human and naïve. She meant nothing to me.

I had never felt like such a liar and actually cared if I was.

Change.

I reached out hungrily and jerked my arm back. I was furious with myself. What was I doing? I felt confused. What was wrong with me? I could defeat any enemy and was king of all vampires but one woman brought me to my knees? I'm much stronger than this. I wanted to scoff. Love? That ridiculous human emotion? Yet I knew I had feelings for her. Feelings I couldn't seem to resist. I had only lasted four agonizing days before I couldn't last any longer. I had to see her face.. I stared down at her sleeping face. Just seeing her had eased the ached and pain inside me. She had left the canopy up and had fallen asleep that way.

I needed to touch though. To feel her soft and pretty face under my hand. I struggled with myself. I had to be stronger than this. This was weakness. This was weakness yet I no longer cared. I just wanted her. She loved me. she is mine. I reached out and caressed her cheek. I felt happier and better than I had in days. I growled in displeasure at the gloves; they kept me from feeling her face. Even with her hair mussed and spiking out in every direction from sleep, her pajamas an oversized t-shirt or the way she curled up like a large child. She was beautiful.

I eyed her lips. A pretty, red color. They were slightly parted because breathing wasn't a habit she had yet gotten rid off. I felt mesmerized by the way they moved. Up, down, up, down. I kneeled down and leaned forward. I couldn't stop myself. Closer and closer my lips moved closer hungrily. Just when it seemed I would finally kiss her…

Pain. Pain like a thousand cursed suns blistering my skin. I was immune to sun but it felt the same. I gritted my teeth and locked my body. I fell back helpless on the stone floor and I felt the bond deliver my punishment for trying to disobey an order. I bared my teeth and held back snarls for several minutes until finally everything subsided. I looked at her from my position on the floor. Still asleep.

I glared at my gloves. The glow remained for a few seconds before it faded. I got up and phased to my room and sat down on my throne. I thought about it for a moment. This was most definitely annoying. Until my master aged to the point where the seals would begin to weaken, or she died, Seras Victoria was forbidden fruit. Fruit I couldn't touch the way I really wanted to.

Change.

She squeaked loudly in surprise and I laughed pulling her into my lap. How many times had I told her to look before she leaped? And how many times had I tricked her this way? I pulled her securely against my chest and breathed in. I was feeling better already. Better than I had last morning when my fledgling slept, unaware of me. She squirmed on my lap and I held back a growl. She didn't realize it but she was rubbng against me in ways I wanted, but really couldn't allow. So I bit her ear. She stiffened in surprised and I leaned back smirking. I reached up and stroked her hair.

My little pet. My little weakness. My little Seras.

"Master?" I looked up at her and she had her head turned as far as it would go. She looked worried and nervous. "Have I done something wrong to anger you?"

"Why ever do you think that? Have you done something?" I wanted to laugh. I knew exactly what she was talking about and why she was asking. But I would never let my little fledgling know just how much power she had over me. No matter what I would always keep the illusion that she needed me more than anything.

"… No but a few days ago you…" she stammered for a moment before going silent. She seemed to be having trouble thinking properly and then a glazed look came to her eyes. I realized it was my hands stroking my hair and I chuckled softly. I brought up a second hand and ran my fingers through her hair. She seemed very happy with it. My little kitten… I could swear she was purring.

Perhaps the idea was not so terrible as long as no one knew…

Change.

Boredom. Complete and absolute boredom. My kitten was out on a mission and I was confined to the mansion for 'being a pest'. I wandered around with nothing to do. I had already frightened a few soldiers, disturbed the maids, annoyed my master and had been shot in the head but all of that had only lasted for a good hour. I could sense Walter a floor up rolling a cart to my master's room. I paused. Occasionally Walter and my master spoke and it was always interesting to hear what they had to say.

I took extra care to keep myself concealed. Due to the bond if I wasn't careful, she would be able to sense me there. I patiently waited for Walter to enter before I phase to the outside of the door and I waited against the wall. I could hear them just fine.

"-like some tea Sir Integra?" there was some clinking and a crisp

"Thank you."

"Nice night out isn't it?"

I could hear my master's anger and how her angry voice seethed. "It would be nicer if those damned bloody freak remnants from Millennium weren't out reeking havoc and forcing me to endanger my men!"

"Yes but the attacks are getting farther and fewer in between. The freaks are a dying race and soon they will be extinct. Don't worry about the soldiers because I am sure that Miss Victoria will be able to help them just fine. She has come a long way since five years ago, Sir."

There was a silence. I wanted to know what my master thought of that, of what she thought of my little creation and how she had improved. She had made her opinion in the past clear that she thought Seras was weak and a liability. But ever since my kittens display of power during the battle with millennium a year ago, my master hasn't made a disparaging comment. In fact she hasn't said anything about my fledgling. Rather she seemed silent and tense as if she was considering something she didn't like.

Walter spoke up just when it seemed like the silence would go on for too long. "Something troubling you sir?"

There was pause before "Walter?" she seemed worried.

"Sir?"

"What… do you think… of Seras… in terms of a vampire?"

"What brought this about?"

"Lately she had become more… aggressive and I have been getting reports from the soldiers that she has been… out of control."

I frowned. I didn't like the direction the conversation was going. I also didn't like the fact that this might have been what she had been considering for months now. i really didn't like where this was going. Worse was that I knew it was true. Seras was coming into her vampirism fantastically. Her body was in a teenage phase. Her bloodlust, emotions and powers would increase and become more aggressive. This was made worse because she hadn't yet gotten to drink from a human in so long. Her development was at a delicate phase.

Having never drunk from a human before, the first time after so long had made her bloodlust all the worse for it. drinking from that French human Pip meant that she would have drank her first human. But then my master's strict rules would prevent any more humans from becoming my fledgling's meals. This was not good. The desire for fresh blood would build and she would always remember what the first taste was like. I had noticed how hard she had to resist lately. I had been watching in case she lost control and tried to attack any of the soldiers for food. She had nearly lost control in the shooting range last night. Control would take time and her master to instruct her. I was startled out of my thoughts from more of the conversation.

"-lly need to do something about it. I don't have a choice. She must be bound."

I froze. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I bared my teeth at the door in rage. Touch my fledgling? Touch my mate? I didn't know whether to be filled with rage or fear. The binding was dangerous and it weakened vampires while being sealed. I survived because I was strong and over four hundred years old. But Seras… Seras most certainly wouldn't survive. She wasn't older than a decade and sunlight still burnt her skin, running water still weakened her and silver incapacitated her. The sealing would kill her! My mate would be killed and there would be nothing I could do about it. Even if she somehow survived my little kitten would be a slave. A caged creature before she had learned what to be free was. Unlike my sealing, it would kill the vampire in her because she hadn't yet learned.

"Are you certain that's necessary sir? I am certain that her sir Alucard could keep her in line."

"Walter… you know I don't want to do this but either she is bound to my bloodline… or we kill her."

Change.

I sat down in my chair. Thinking hard. I was surprisingly calm. Once the anger had faded I had a clear head to consider what would happen if I didn't do something fast. If my master was serious about this then Seras would be sealed sometime this month. What could I do? I couldn't defy m master because of the seals so if I was ordered to kill her…

Immediately I eliminated any options in which I knew where Seras was hiding/ it also ruined any options where Seras was hiding nearby. So long as my master could order me to kill my fledgling, I was the most dangerous thing to her. No amount of sunlight and silver could be compared to the level of threat I was to my own fledgling. She was so naïve and loyal. So trusting, eager to please. I was so strong and bound to the Hellsing bloodline, powerless to resist any order given to me. It was horribly easy if I was the one to do it. I shook my head of that thought. No, Seras would have to hide in a place I did not know and far away enough I could not sense her to find her. But there was an issue with that…

I am her master. I would always be able to find her so long as I was her master. If she went far away enough I wouldn't know what she was doing or thinking, but as long as I was her master… no matter how far she went I would always know where she was. I would have to get her to drink. I was getting a headache with all the problems in this plan. Seras would resist drinking my blood. She never wanted to be free of me. And while that made me happy in the way I could keep her forever as mine, in this case it would cost her more than just me. The price would be her life. I would have to force her to be free if she rejected my offer.

The idea of not seeing her didn't tear out my heart as it had before. Rather it meant that I was doing what was best for her as her master and for my future mate. I needed to get her to leave the country. I wouldn't see her for a long time but I didn't feel unhappy because I would see her again. I would track her down eventually and claim her as mine. I drummed my fingers against the arms of my chair impatiently. She was still out on her mission.

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Rochelle came to herself laying curled up on the sandstone and lichen. She felt dazed and lightheaded from all the information crammed into her head in so short a time. She pushed herself up and rolled sideways. Oh… at least she thought it was up. She tried again with the same results. There was a laugh above her. What? … Who was there? A pair of large hands grabbed her shoulders and helped her up. She met his eyes and remembered… she could decide whether to be pissed that he had done that without warning or to laugh because he was in love with her master. The way his eyes looked at her promised pain if she said anything. She still couldn't stop a snicker.

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I have to leave RIGHT NOW! So I cant give a authors note till next time. Sorry. But im going to be gone five days and I havnt updarted anything for a week. K thnx bye! Gotta go! My dids getting a liver transplant!