Chapter 32
Hey there, my new chapter's up and I finally got to finish the saga of Seras returning to Alucard's past. It is 35 chapters long starting from next week when I upload the first one. It will focuse on the growing relationship between Seras and Alucard, well Vlad in this case. That being said, enjoy.
Chapter 32
"I won't like it, will I?"
"No." Somehow, his honest answer frightened her more than the lie he could have used.
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"I don't like this." Seras crosses her arms under her chest while staring at the dark brown coffin like box in front of her, the lid open and the silken crimson interior inviting. She had changed back into her original attire and form, her boots making nose as she circled the box once.
"I asked him to bring this here for a reason, this reason little one." Though the majority of the former residence lay in ruins, the lower basement level was still very much intact. The room was barren save for the coffin box and a candle post baring two lit candles to shed some light. "I gave Lucy the instructions when she was tending to my wounds and she took care of everything for me."
Just then the door to the room squeaked and a figure emerged stepping into the light. The hood he wore offered a mere glimpse of the upper part of his face and the tale tail sign of raven hair as a few strands of his bags peeked from under it. The line of his jaw was strong and he bore no facial hair to hide his features; the shadow cast by his hood fell low on his face.
Seras immediately tensed reaching out to grab hold of the boy's right shoulder and pull him closer towards her where he would be safe.
"It's ok." He softly whispers placing his right hand atop hers on his shoulder.
"Not really." She tells him taking one step forward as to stand between her master and the new vampire. Her fingers twitch against his shoulder fighting the notion to just cross the room and bury her fist into his face. He wasn't necessarily implicated in her unpleasant encounter with Heinkel that night, but he had played a part in distracting and it had been more than enough.
"She's angry." Marcel whispers and its only seconds before he's punched and his back crashes into the far wall of the room.
"Don't you fuck with me!" Seras shouts in anger, the ground under her feet cracking as her powers come to life.
"Don't." the prince shouts in return but she only focused on the grinning vampire in front of her.
"There you are precious little vampire." He chuckles baring his fangs at her while standing up unharmed from the harsh blow which had left a deep dent into the wall. "Long time no see. Are you just as interesting?"
Seras growls at him threateningly ready to pounce had it not been for the slender arm wrapping itself around her middle.
"Seras don't." his grip on her middle is strong enough to hold her in place, yet gentle enough as not to cause her harm. His tone was pleading and his right hand fisted her sweater over her left hip. "It's alright."
"Fine." She sighs straightening her back and calming down a little.
"Guess that's a 'yes'." The vampire continues to chuckle dusting his clothes and pushing the hood off his face. He looked young, maybe one or two years her senior by human standards with short layered raven hair and dual colored irises.
"Stop baiting her Marcel." Vlad tells him narrowing his eyes.
"I'm not the one who started it. You should control your pet."
"I am no ones fucking pet!" she hisses and the calm is shattered once more. The ground beneath her feet cracked tenfold and the walls actually shook from the force of her outburst.
"Says the tiny kitten with wide blue eyes." Marcel continues to bait her crooking his head to the left at a rather unnatural angle. "Meow, meow." His laugh is hard and somewhat out of control and it only makes her angry.
"You little…."
"Ah,ah,ah." He raises his right hand moving his index finger from one side to another in the same scolding manner one uses when a child is not obedient. And still he chuckled. "Where are you manners? Such a .kitten."
Seras growls and the dual sound of her voice echoes loudly. But she stands her ground unwilling to break the arm that holds her in place. Her own right hand holds onto his wrist for dear life, fingers twitching against his soft skin.
"That's enough."
"Why? I'm just getting…."
"Enough!" the prince shouts and the smirk finally leaves the vampire's face. "Enough."
"God, you always have to kill my fun." Marcel replies crossing his arms and pouting like a spoil child denied his toy. "And you wonder why no one likes you. Never likes you."
"Not unless you want me to put you in your place again." Vlad threatens and Seras actually sees the vampire's shoulders tense in reply, even if it barely lasted a fraction of a second.
"Oh please, great master." Yet still he mocks offering a mock bow of his head before throwing his head back in another fit of laughter. "Do try."
It's not the boy's wrath that he feels and neither is it his punch that sends him flying back into the same wall this time breaking it entirely.
"Seras." The prince sighs immediately after turning from the sight of the gaping whole in the wall, but two slender hands cup either side of his face and warm lips press against his forehead in a brief touch before she's gone from his sight and the sound of breaking rock and the other vampire' s mad laughter find him again.
Apparently, his idea of the two vampires meeting wasn't about to go down as smoothly as he thought. His sigh was loud one more as he sat down beside his coffin to the sound of more rock breaking. It would be a while.
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"And you call me mad." Marcel chuckles loudly sitting atop a recently formed black table. His clothes were tattered in places and dusty, some blood stains atop his sleeves and hoodie. His face was somewhat bloody from a broken nose he was in the process of putting back together as his eyes were intently focused on the pair standing beside the coffin. Seras's clothes were stainless and pristine, like nothing had happened while his were a down right mess until he started fixing them as well. "Then again, you did have a half starved vampire kick my ass."
"I'm not half starved." Seras hisses under her breath, her arms still crossed under her chest in a defying manner.
"I shame I can see so well." The vampire lowers his tone of voice significantly and with his head so that his bangs partially obstruct the narrowing of his eyes. His smirk takes on a smug like quality. "The precious little vampire is starving; I can see it all to well. It takes a starving vampire to know another and I've walked that path many times over."
"Go fuck yourself." Seras hisses crossing her arms over her chest in anger. Anger so palpable the prince wasn't quite sure he should take the trouble to step in again.
"Oh but fucking alone is oh so boring." Marcel disappears only to reaper in front of her in the span of a mere second. "Care to join me?"
"I would were you not such a wee, wimpy little thing." She mocks him back with a somewhat arrogant look in her crimson eyes.
"Better me than what you've already…"
"Say one more word I'll see both your blood upon the walls." The prince threatens moving around the closed rectangular shaped wooden box whose lid he easily pushes to the side revealing the black interior and more precisely, a dark grey sheet covering something apparently large resting within the box itself.
"Again," Marcel vanishes this time reappearing next to the prince instead. "You're free to try." His laughter is wild and infections as he tilts his head back and then fades away altogether, his laughter alone echoing in the wake of his presence.
"Why was I afraid of him again?" She asks moving closer to the box on the other side of the room.
"Because his powered exceeded your own."
"Not any more."
"Careful draculina. You of all should know better than to underestimate a vampire's capabilities. There is both method and logic to his madness, and one he has you trapped there is no going back. He's a far more dangerous creature than you can imagine."
"He's part human."
"Yes." Vlad turns around to look at her. "And neither part controls him. He's a wild animal trapped in the middle. You don't want his claws upon you draculina. Or your own good, a blood debt can only go so far. And you are the only I have a right to control. You are my blood he is not. He is free to do as he pleases."
"I'm strong."
"And half starved." he finishes for her speaking on despite the upset look she was showing. "However displeasing it may be to say, you are half starved and sleep depraved. What power you have is a mere survival instinct your body's desperately struggling to control to keep you alive. You will fall at one point of another."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean my actions will once again force you onto the brink of death." he pulls away the grey sheet covering the interior of the box to reveal the black mahogany coffin resting within. His coffin.
"I need you to do something for me and you truly will not like it."
"I don't…"
"You have to push the stake through my heart this time. Push it to the point of killing me without offering me a drop of your blood." The words leave Seras speechless to stare at him in utter confusion. "I have to use you like a pawn and control the strings as you move or else your presence will contaminate my existence."
And when he looks at her, he can see how much those words actually hurt. "You…"
"You need to go back inside my mind just like before."
"No." she refuses taking a step back away from him and the coffin.
"You have to. I can't be human any longer. I can feel it dying around me as we speak. There's no other way. After I drink this blood…"
"That's selfish, again."
"I know."
"You enjoy tormenting me. Why? Have I not suffered enough?"
"Dr…."
"I love you, does that mean nothing to you?" she shouts backing away by one more step. "Does nothing I do matter whatsoever? I thought…"
"That's not true." he quickly reply stepping forward to shorten the distance between them, but Seras purposely takes one more step backwards as soon as he does so. So the prince stops advancing. "Don't put words in my mouth Seras."
"What else is there then master?" she quickly turns around baring her back to him while emphasizing that one word she always spoke in such high regard, a word that had fallen as greatly as he had in her eyes in that moment there. "You want…there is you and that and this. More and more until I cannot understand any longer. You're doing it on purpose."
"Dr…"
"I don't want to!" She shouts effectively silencing him while quickly turning around to face the wall as her powers flare around her scratching at the stone floor beneath her feet. Her irises flashes red and she bares her fangs to the point of forcing an involuntary shudder to pass through the young boy, making him take a step back in genuine fear. It's only after that happens that she immediately recovers, regret shining in her eyes towards what she'd done.
"I'm sorry." She's quick to turn back around whimpering a soft and silent 'I'm sorry.' The whole situation was far beyond her power and understanding and for a moment she completely forgot it was beyond his hands as well.
"I can't live like this draculina. Please." The prince softly whispers and the strain within his voice and words are more than evident. "In a shell meant to be broken. I know what I'm asking, what I'm doing to you, but I can't…"
"You can't change back."
"I can." He hesitantly takes a step forward and when she makes no further move to stop him he extends his right hand forward careful in taking hold of the black left sleeve of her coat offering the tiniest pull. "There is that way. If you do for me what I forced you to do for yourself in my memories." The words sound harsh and cruel and he genuinely fears her pulling away form him entirely after this. "They just won't be my memories, but my blood instead. It…will be real. More than real draculina. That's what's in this coffin and the bottle inside it. Before Hellsing got his hands on me I had him hide a bottle for me."
"I don't want to go inside your mind. Not again." She interrupts him not yet pulling away.
"If I could..." he whispers tightening his grip on her sleeve just a tad more. I would. If I could alone I would.
"You're so selfish."
"I know."
"Then why ask?" her face was so broken it thrust the dagger deeper into his chest.
And as soon as she turns to face him fully the saddened and disappointed look in her eyes grew tenfold. Was it really not enough?
"There isn't anyone else I can ask. Seras please." He trades the sleeve of her coat for her actual hand entwining their fingers together. "Please.
"I could die."
"I know.
"Everything will be real, too real." Repeat his own statement forcing more guilt upon his already struggling shoulders.
"Yes." And the knife went deeper and deeper.
"I'm half starved and dying!" she shouts pulling her hand free of his grasp with a bit more force than intended. "You are so selfish!" her voice echoes all around them like the sharp edge of a knife cutting through his heart without mercy. Why wasn't she good enough? Why wasn't anything she'd already done for him enough? Why must there always to be more? More? More? Why couldn't she be enough? Just her?
"You wont' even know me." She whispers heartbroken convening one of the main reasons for her rightly justified anger. "You won't know me." Her arms wrap themselves around her in the only form of comfort she knew would not hurt her or betray her.
"I know." The prince admits not bothering to reach for her hand again. He lowers his head in rightly justified shame. "But I might remember you. Remember events from last time. Maybe from now."
"Then what?" she speaks up chastising him in a tone dripping with sarcasms. "I'll just come out and say 'I'm the little girl you hid beneath the stairs? The wolf who followed you and killed for you? The one you fucked!"
"Yes!" he shouts back forcing her to meet his gaze. "If it keeps you alive then yes. Yes. Whatever it takes draculina."
Yet Seras can only laugh at the sheer irony of his words despite her eyes being horribly close to tears. He didn't know what it would take, not one bit. And still he was…
"You won't know me." She says it again in an even lowered tone and an utterly defeated look upon her beautiful face. "There won't be a you. And there won't be a me." She pauses for what seemed to be a long time, the silence between more damaging than the screams from mere seconds ago. "Just a creature and a boy. You're more likely to want to kill me rather than befriend me pr talk to me. You won't see me."
"Then help me see. Whatever it takes. Please."
"No." Seras shakes her head while taking yet another step back. Away from him and his words and his plea and his blasted coffin. His fucking lie.
"Seras please."
"It won't be you!" she shouts the words from the pit of her lungs straight in his face. "It won't. Whatever I do, it won't be you. Whatever influence I bring, it won't be you."
"It doesn't need to be me." The prince takes one step forward while Seras stays put in place. "I don't want to be just me. These won't just be my memories. Whatever you change will stay changed." He breaths releasing a heavy sigh, eyelids dropping tiredly. "Forever." He adds knowing this was the breaking point. Here and now. And everything will either go down hill from there or perhaps, just perhaps, stay afloat for a moment or too longer before breaking completely.
"You won't be you."
"I don't it want to be!" he tells her gripping his head with both hands so tired of repeating that blasted phrase. In the end, his voice broke mimicking hers. "I'm sick of being me. I'm sick of being referred to as me. 'Me' holds nothing, just darkness and pain. You changed that once. Have you any idea how much it means to me that you s…"
"No master." Seras still refuses interrupting him only to have him shout once again inspire of the crackling in his voice.
"You already changed me!" the depth of his voice lowers reverberating off the surrounding wall while his fingers dig in deeper into his raven hair on either side of his temples. "You already changed the filth my entire existence fell into. There is nothing I want to keep of myself. Nothing! I want…." He breaks off letting his hands drop lifeless to his sides. "I want…" he laughs realizing he didn't even know what he wanted. Freedom, life, a moment of peace…? What did he even want? Truly want?
"Can't I just…." Feel, live, experience? Anything other than the path he's already walked on.
His shoulder fall in utter defeat along with every bit of the will to fight her left in him. Whatever she changed, whatever she altered…nothing could ever come close to feeling and being as bleak and miserable as the turn his life had already taken 600 years ago to this day. What possible horrible outcome could there be that he's not already seen with his own eyes or felt upon his own flesh. Hell can't be worse than hell, can it? He;; can't be anymore worse than the moment he's now experiencing losing his precious draculina.
"I'll get them to see." Seras's words bring him out of the momentarily self induces trance urging his eyes to blink and his head to lift to meet her gaze. "I promised." Both her hands clench into tight fists while speaking lowering the tone of her voice. "But it still won't be you and it won't be like last time. People will hunt me down. And fear me and reject me."
"Seras…" it truly hurt to hold her gaze.
"You will be you." She takes another step back further increasing the distance between them. "600 year back into the dark ages. And all you'll see will be a monster. Creature. Just like everyone else. You'll fear me and hate and hunt me down if I come too close."
"Don't say that."
"It's true." she forces a smile to pass her lips that only succeeded in pushnig the knife further into his heart. "You won't remember who I want. And it won't matter what I am"
"I don't wish to hurt you draculina."
"No," she agrees with him shaking her head as crimson tears fall from her eyes. Even in utter agony she was breathtakingly beautiful. "But you relish in it."
"Seras…"
"Loving you is a curse." The crimson trails down her cheeks like the whip used to over his back and drips from her chin as her whole body vanishes into black mist seconds later leaving her words to echo in the shallow and empty room equally matching the pit he just finished digging in his heart.
"I know."
No one knew that better than him. No one regretted more in life than him.
His small and fragile paradise had just gone up in flames.
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"Have I mentioned despising the uneventful blood debt I own?" Marcel paces around the room for the umpteenth time once having returned a few hours later. And again and again he flicks the shiny red apple he was currently playing with in the air only to catch it before it hits the ground, one step at a time.
"Repeatedly." The prince replies in a more than bored and annoyed tone gulping down one more glass of blood wine before moving to refill his glass one last time; the bottle now empty. Blood-wine the other vampire had kept hidden away all those years ago after their first meeting in London.
"Well one is boring and hardly sufficient. Then again several is far m…."
"Can't you be quite?" the prince's Adam's apple bobs with yet another drink that covers his mind with an even thicker blanked of dizziness and racks his body in another dull wave of silent pain like tiny needles piercing his flesh all at once. He'd nearly forgotten the taste and power his own vampiric blood had and how utterly potent it was. Deadly so. And it was working fast.
"I could." Marcel grins widely. "Then again, you can hardly order me around as it is. I'm my own creature by your own account if I might ad."
"Wonderful." He says it full of sarcasm while picking up the bottle from atop his closed coffin. And in one quick move he flings it across the room missing the vampire by just so much. A shame.
"Temper, temper." The vampire mocks chuckling. "No wonder you precious little vampire bailed on you. Such bad manners for an old man like you. Keep it up and she'll leave, oh that's right…"
"One more word…."
"She already left." He claps his hand together in a manner twice as mocking while placing the apple atop his head. "Such a shame. She scurried away never to return." he the turns back around to face the prince. "This is why you should just lie. It's so much easier and less complicated. Far less complicated."
"So help I'll rip your tongue out the first chance I get."
"Well I wouldn't." he interrupts the prince once more returning to playing with his apple like a kid with a new found toy eager and exited. "It will just grow back, where's the fu in that."
"Then I'll make sure to pick a part that doesn't grow back." Vlad hisses breaking the glass he held in his right hand spilling the remainder of the blood he should have drunk and cutting his hand deeply into the leftover shards.
"Suit yourself. But I'd much rather prefer a nice little morsel to a dirty old man like you. Who knows where you've been? And if you're as bad in bed as you are at keeping that sweet little morsel of yours then it's no wonder y…"
"Do not speak again!" the sheer anger he felt pushed his voice to change completely giving it a dark and dangerous depth, the tone changing and becoming dual, as both the man and the monster awoke to push the innocence of the boy out of it completely. At the same time, his irises flashed red and crimson spilled from the corner of his eyes and nose trickling down the sides of his face and chin. Violent cramps seized his body forcing his to grip the edge of the box with both hands, a gesture that only pushed the remaining shards within his flesh deeper into his palm.
"Too bad, so sad." Marcel chuckles. "Half-breed or not, I at least can control myself unlike you oh great master." He begins to say back not yet screaming but raising the tone of his voice just enough to further grind on the prince's already suffering mind like a nail over a chalkboard. In one second he's by the boy's side gripping his hair and pulling his head back to whisper in this left ear. "To bad, so sad. The precious little vampire isn't; here to help you." Oh but was it ever fun tormenting the elder vampire. He'd never had such fun with him before. "Poor dilute little draculina finally fed up with your bullshit." He chuckles and releases the boy's head to take a step back. "The pawn broke her strings taking away your eager little puppet. For shame." And as he spoke provoking the prince further, his coffin began to react. Tiny crimson lines like the intricate spreading of veins appeared over the ebony black surface, spreading wider and wider across the entire surface while the words once written atop the lid bled back to life. "Such. ." He bites back the imminent laughter threatening to pass his lips.
"Be quite." A small and slender hand rams into his chest putting a permanent end to the situation, the hand either mistakenly or purposely missing his heart by just so much. Her voice is flat and emotionless and she doesn't immediately pull her arm out of his torso once it went straight through.
"How lovely." Marcel mocks literally taking the task out of her hands by stepping forward freeing himself of her limb, the wound in his chest instantly healing over though his clothing remained unaffected.
"Fuck off." Seras tells him moving passed him without another glance or sign of acknowledgement.
"Don't provoke me little vampire. You may not enjoy it."
"I'll make sure to enjoy it," she pauses just long enough to stop and look over her right shoulder before continuing forward. "Half-breed."
"Oh is that how you want to play? Very well then." he grins wide as both his eyes take on a much darker shade of red bordering on pitch black. "I would love to play my little pet. Let's see how well I can fuck you up."
"A shame then, I've already had far better." Seras doesn't stop and continued to ignore both his threat and warning.
Marcel chuckles finding the entire situation highly amusing and challenging as well. With the vampire momentarily out of the picture he had free reign of questioning the little creature before him.
"I saw you leave, yet here you are. You stay." He merely tells her knowing full well he needn't say more.
"Do I?" she replies utterly dethatched in her tone of voice without yet looking at him.
"You are very interesting. I have noticed that." He turns around until he's directly in front of her face looking straight into her eyes. "Tell me, do you recall out meeting?"
"If I say 'yes' will you leave me be?"
"No." he grins tilting his head to the right, showing off the tips of his fangs. "I am curious be nature."
"Then fight against it." She tells him passing him by in an attempt to end the conversation sooner and return to her master. Unfortunately, Marcel takes hold of her right forearm before she can accomplish the task stopping her in her tracks.
"And she tells me you resent. Which is so much better."
Seras closes her eyes sighing loudly clenching her teeth together. "Why do you care?" she finally says allowing him to keep her in place.
"Because you care. You care, yet are angry about it. But even so you still hold him above you." He pauses for a moment. "When so few do…when no one would…"
"My life isn't yours to analyze."
"Perhaps," He agrees momentarily fading into shadows to reappear in front of her. "But I really want to know whether or not you lied about it." His twin colored irises return to normal meeting her crimson orbs once more as he leans his head forward towering by a few cm above her.
"Why?" Seras faintly asks narrowing her eyes in contemplation.
"I'm curious by nature." He grins despite the monotony of repeating himself.
"I stay with my master." Her answer is simple and to the point and the firmness and conviction of her tone left no room for doubt. In spite of everything, she was loyal to the death.
"A vampire stops being ones master after drinking their blood. And with your level of power it's impossible for you not to have partaken in it. He has been your master once. Once, not anymore."
"He will always be my master. If he can be selfish then so can I."
"You can." He agrees with her. "But are you?"
"You tell me. You're then one who thinks I'm lying."
"Tell me why?" he demands with far more determination than at first, both interest and desire to know exactly why deeply etched into his words and expression.
However, the draculina tells him nothing merely offering him a sly smile without divulging anything.
"Get the fuck out." She jerks her arm free of his touch and walks away keeping her head high.
The vampire can't help but laugh with the greatest satisfaction. Yet for once, he does as told without question. For now.
"You came back." The prince softly whispers momentarily free of the cramps raging a mock through his whole body; his hand still bleeding from the shards embedded into his palm.
"I'm loyal that way." Seras replies coming to a stop in front of him next to the box and his coffin. He's not really certain of either the sarcasm or the mockery in her tone while emphasizing the word 'loyal' and therefore remains quite on the subject deciding it best not to provoke her further. She did come back after all.
You are.
So all he does is offer a small and hopeful smile briefly lowering his head in both acknowledgement and gratitude. His heart just a tiny bit lighter.
"You're dying." Her left hand reaches out to wipe off some of the blood from his right cheek with the back of her fingers. "This blood is yours."
"I had forgotten the taste of it."
"You'll fade out of existence, won't you?"
"Yes." There wasn't any reason left to deny it. "Soon enough."
"Why even be worth it?" Words harsh yet rightfully justified nonetheless.
"I can't answer that." He meets her gaze with a sad, yet grateful expression. "Only you can." His tone significantly drops to that of a silent whisper lost in the wind.
"I thought Walter burned your coffin."
"So did I." he places his right hand atop the lid pushing it to the side partially revealing the crimson interior. "I told him to, but it seems that the angel of death had other plans in mind."
"So did you."
"I know draculina." he sighs feeling another smaller wave of cramps assault his weakening body. Blood still leaked from the corners of his eyes impairing his sight. "As I said, hurting you is nothing I'm proud of." The crate once holding the coffin lay broken to pieces in the other side of the room in a neatly gathered pile.
"There's something in your blood. It smells different."
"My blood is my own again. From when I first stepped foot on this accursed English soil." He smiles attempting to lighten the situation, but Seras's expression remains just as neutral and stern killing his attempt at humor. "It is my blood without Hellsing's interference."
"You kept it?" still, curiosity gave way to some of the anger prompting her to ask.
"Yes."
"What for?"
"The truth?" he asks while pausing just enough to see her offer a slight nod, however small. "For sport. My blood tends to do strange things to the mind, you remember that. It used to be an interesting pastime…driving people and vampires a little mad."
"Really?" raise an eyebrow at that to which the prince smiles once again with a bit more strength.
"A lot mad, you're right. I was bored and sadistic."
"Clearly."
"Not helping childe. As I said, for sport."
"And then?" she ask further picking up on the words he had not said out loud.
"Then you." The prince replies pulling out the large shard of glass from his palm and clenching his fist to help stop the bleeding. Not that it did much good to begin with. "Not you specifically, but any fledgling I would have shirred during my stay in London. An experiment, if you will. Of course Hellsing happened and whatever childe I shirred was forced upon by an even more sadistic individual than I. At least when it came to my kind." Pure and unrefined blood, unbound to the Hellsing name, to either drive the poor creature mad or destroy them upon enslavement. An excellent idea when one though about it disregarding all form of consequence. A very, very interesting experiment.
"Did you ever…."
"Only one." He answers finishing the sentence for her. "As cruel as it sounds draculina, I was curious. And you…"
"I what?"
"You weren't normal from the moment I bit you." He replies taking that one step forward bringing them closer together. "You drank, yet refused a second later. You were so horribly weak, yet immensely strong from the start. It peeked my interest as I've told you many times over. So I gave you a little, just a taste, one night while you were sleeping after another mission of you starving yourself."
"And I drank it all, didn't I?"
"Yes." Grin very pleased wit himself regardless of how bad it looked. "Down to the very last drop. And I kept waiting for you to die or scream. To do something, anything, but you never did. You just continued to sleep and two nights later, you woke up the same vampire screaming again when you saw me sitting next to you on the bed. Nothing changed. You were still…"
"Innocent?"
"You."
"You're a bastard master."
"I never proclaimed to be a saint draculina." He places his bleeding hand atop the lid pushing it open all the way. "Though I do play a very good part as one. Looking and acting as innocent as I need to be, as innocent as your actions portray me to be." Close eyes take a deep breath. "You never should have forgotten that lesson Seras. I lie far better than I'll ever speak the truth."
He barely has the time to finish his sentence when Seras grabs hi, by the shoulders and spins him around to sink her fangs deep into his throat on the left side taking gulp after gulp of his blood till she feels his body start to go limp in her arms and against her. He doe not move accepting the punishment.
/I hate you./ her words whispers in his mind adding one more deserved nail to his cross.
"Please do." With every fiber of your being draculina.
The prince grinds his teeth a bit harder as the bite is far less gentler than what he was used to in the past offering mostly pain and only a tiny bit of comfort whenever the tip of her tongue traces the flesh in between. When done she roughly pulls away ripping her fangs from his flesh in an anything but gentle manner.
"You bastard!" she shouts loud and clear, yet her arms quickly wrap themselves around his shoulders embracing him. "You're forcing my hand."
"You can leave draculina." He says it in a matching tone despite the blood loss. "Now more than ever."
"I can't!" her arms hold him tighter crushing him to her chest.
"Yes you can." He contradicts her looking at her in such a way it made it incredible difficult not to sink her nails into his shoulders with how tightly she held him. "I'm not you keeper Seras. I'm not your master any longer. I have no more right over you. You're free Seras."
"You are. And it's cruel."
"No, I'm not." Gentle raise his hands to take hold of her forearms. The wound in his throat still bleeding beneath the tendril quick to wrap itself around it like a bandage.
"What is there to lose?"
Seras holds his gaze as the seconds pass between them one after another.
"Die well?" she whispers slowly starting to pull away and yet the words themselves don't sentence death and instead offer a silent cry for help she whole heartedly wanted him to hear and acknowledge. "When the times comes?"
"Stay." he pleads gripping her upper arms holding her tight. "I beg you stay. Please." Save me please. Don't leave me die…alone.
"Master…"
"Please." Fresh crimson falls from his corners of his eyes staining her clothes, heartbeat turning irregular. "I bed you please."
"I promised to stay." She whispers defeated.
"You are free of that promise."
"Don't do that." She frees her arms from his grasp cupping his face instead. "Don't do this."
"Death is already at my door Seras. The life in this body is a lie." His gaze drops and he frees himself completely of her hands choosing instead to sit down next to his black coffin and lean with his back against the cold, smooth black wood. "You've taken my blood, I can't lie about that however much I want to."
"I won't watch you die." She kneels next to him.
"Help me." He weakly pleads looking up at her from under his bangs. "As selfish as it is, please Seras." He takes in deep breath then raise his gaze to look at her from under his bangs, slightly turning his head to the left where she sat. "I want to live."
"You wanted to die just as much not a moment ago. You are the human to kill the monster."
"Then I'll raise form the ashes I seep." He attempt to smile. But fails at it miserably.
"Spoiled, selfish prince." She reaches out to caress his left cheek wiping the new trail of crimson from his cheek. "It won't ever be enough."
"Says the heartless vampire who loves me so much."
"Not as cruelly as you do." Holding his gaze she then leans forward and embraces him once more choosing to rest her head against his chest, listening to the fading sound of his heartbeat. "I hate you."
"I know."
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To be continued….