Hellsing:
Amen
by Notan Rappa
Chapter 12: Resistance and Blood
Seras walked slowly down the corridor to Walter's room. She saw something out of the corner of her eye. She turned her head imperceptibly, in the way only a vampire can. It was Jason.
'Damn!'
thought Seras as she realized that he was heading towards her, and
that she hadn't had anything to drink yet. 'I can't
kill him! If I do...' Some instinctual piece deep
down inside her shivered at the thought of the control art.
Jason walked up to Seras. "Good evening, Miss
Victoria."
"Call me Seras." said
Seras, surprised at how easily she was resisting her hunger.
"I'm glad that they found you innocent. I
mean...I knew that you were innocent all along but..." It was
as if the giant lead ball that was Seras hunger had shrunk back and
then hurtled itself at the lining of her stomach. It was all
she could do to stop herself from launching herself at Jason.
"...are you...all right?"
"I'm...fine." She paused to regain some measure of
control. "Will you...come with me?" Jason looked
confused, but followed. Seras headed for Walter's room. 'I
was headed there anyway.' They got into the room. Seras
closed the door, then a thought popped into her mind. 'I
wonder if Alucard could teach me to do that seal thing?' She
heard a gasp, and she turned to see Jason bending over Walter.
"Is this bloke...dead?"
"No. He's in some kind of coma. Come here." She
led him to a sofa on the opposite side of the room from the bed on
which Walter lay. She sat him down, then sat down next to him.
"Look...I know Alucard said I was innocent...but he was lying
to protect me. I did kill those men...and the animals." At
this moment Jason realized he was now a liability to her. He
also realized how dark it was in this part of the room and, indeed,
the room in general was fairly devoid of light.
"I was always avoiding drinking blood, yes," Seras continued,
"but then I drank Alucard's blood, and ever since then, I have
been thirsting for blood. I couldn't quite control my hunger
then, but I'm getting better. I didn't mean to kill your
friend, nor your commander, I would rather have killed more animals.
But there is something about warm human blood that...sparkles...as it
makes its way through my body." Seras was struggling to fight
the hunger which was growing inside of her.
"I don't want you to think of me as a freak or a monster, but..."
at this, Seras conjured a small ball of fire to hover above her
slightly opened fist. The light from the dancing flame leaped and
wavered in the dark. "...I am what I am." she continued.
"I am a vampire, and I need blood. Never forget what I
am, and for your safety, don't lower your guard. Always be
ready to run." Seras couldn't take the hunger any longer. She
fell off the sofa, the fire extinguished, she buckled over, fighting
with every ounce of strength she had left. "Run...now!"
She expected him to get up and run. Possibly to tell the
other men. It didn't matter. 'He'll be on his
toes and won't easily fall prey to my hunger.' What she
didn't expect was for Jason to stand up and draw out his hunting
knife. Another wave hit her and she scrunched her eyes to fight
it. 'Idiot.' she thought. 'He knows what I am
and he knows that won't do a damn thing!'
Then she smelled blood. Fresh warm blood. She looked up
slowly, and saw a blood stained knife, and Jason with a deep long cut
on his arm. 'What...is he doing?'
"I never forgot what you are. You may not remember it, but
you were nice to me once. They were small things, a smile, a
wave, a hello. Small things, yes. But at the time I was going
through some...personal struggles. I was struggling for a
reason to continue living. Everything seemed like it was dying,
and no one was kind to anyone else anymore. Then I saw you. I
saw how you were nice to everyone, and how even if things seemed
helpless, you never gave up. Seeing that in you, gave me the
will to live. Here..." he said, offering her his bleeding
arm. "...but only enough for you to get to your room safely."
Seras got up slowly, and drank his warm blood. It tingled
in a way that was somewhat new to her; somewhat...different from the
others. After she had had enough to resist the hunger, she
broke away from him.
Something inside her
wanted nothing else in the world but to keep drinking his blood, but
she silenced that voice. 'I will be nobody's slave, especially
not my own. I am my own master!' With that she got
up and ran as fast as she could for her room. Jason slumped onto the
sofa and stared at his wound. 'Why...did I do that?'
Somehow it didn't matter why. He felt he had done the right
thing. He ripped up his sleeve to make a crude bandage. Then,
weak from blood loss, he fell asleep on the sofa. In his dreams
he saw Seras running along a dark beach, which was being flooded over
by a sea of blood.
End Chapter 12
