"A month!?!!"

Seras stared helplessly at her master, gaping at his smug expression.

Smirking sardonically, he propped his feet up on her table. "This wouldn't have happened if you had taken your blood." He pointedly tapped the steel bucket next to him with the tip of one boot.

She groaned, leaning against the wall and burying her face in her hands. "Master…" she said whined. "Well, at least I can still do missions…" she mumbled to herself. She looked up again, mouth open and words prepared on the tip of her tongue to say something, but she stopped short at the dark look on Alucards face. "What have I done now?" she cried helplessly.

He winced visibly at the sound of her raised voice, but remained silent, his ever-present amused expression returning at full force. "Have you been drinking your blood then?" he asked, almost innocently except for the slight mocking tint to his voice.

Seras bit the inside of her lip. Truth be told, she hadn't been drinking, even after Sir Integra's orders. Instead she had been draining the blood pack into the toilet and flushing the bright red liquid away. Even with the memories of her uncontrolled massacre still fresh in her mind, she couldn't bring herself to even come close to putting her mouth anywhere near the blood. Every time she tried, she would suddenly get a flash of one of her men falling in front of her, and she would pull herself away from the tempting liquid.

"I see," Alucards voice came from across her chambers and she forced herself to look at him once again, scowling as she remembered how easily he could read her every thought.

He stood up then, slowly advancing towards her and pulling a blood pack from somewhere in the seemingly endless folds of his jacket. Sometime in the process of rising he had lost his hat and glasses, his cold red eyes now boring into her and his hair swinging rhythmically to his step, growing and writhing down his back with each individual pace.

Slowly, he extended his arm, pushing the hand with the blood pack in his grasp up under her bottom lip, and easily closing the gap between their bodies so that their chests barely touched each other. "Drink," he said quietly, a menacing glint shining in his eyes as they bore into hers. He gently nudged her lips with the cool surface of the pack in his hand, and upon her mind she could feel the compelling pressure of his awareness pushing her to sink her teeth into the plastic bag.

Almost unconsciously, her mouth parted and through her lips pushed her fangs, elongating at the delicious sight in front of her. Her eyes locked on his, and she watched him watching her lips expectantly, waiting for the moment her teeth penetrated the pack to drain from it what her body sorely needed to survive. Briefly, she registered that hiding, concealed under his malice and seeming sardonic amusement at the whole situation, there was the faintest spark of a vast hunger that seemed to stretch out for years behind his being.

Then Seras felt the nudge of plastic against her teeth and the twin drops of blood that escaped its plastic confines to slide languidly down her tongue, and in that second she saw again the faces of her fallen comrades, twisted and knotted with pain, splattered with blood and unspeakable horror, all falling at her hands. She could feel the touch of warm skin curled in her hand and she gripped onto the torn out throat of one of her soldiers, dripping blood down her fingers as they curled tighter than a humans around the cooling flesh.

With a pained cry she ripped her head from the blood pack, bringing her hand up to slap it out of her masters' hand. As the bag went flying, minuted blood drops scattering behind it, one of the jagged edges of her nails caught on the holes her teeth had caused and inertia took hold, causing the plastic to be ripped back, even as the blood continued to fly forward.

With a wet slap, the now-empty pack landed on the ground at their feet, while Seras stood there, riveted to the spot by shock, letting the blood drip from the tip of her nose, even as it dribbled over her lips tantalizingly, and trying to resist the urge to lick it away.

A low growl attracted her attention again, and her head snapped sharply back to Alucard, who stood before her in a towering rage, collecting his powers about him inevitably to unleash them upon his disobedient Child.

Seras watched in horror as his expression darkened and the room clouded over with shadow. In the imposing darkness that now obscured the room, his pale white face seemed to glow brightly, the red drops scattered over his cheeks and nose small jewels embedded in the marble of his skin. His expression was one of unspeakable rage, a look of inhuman fury lighting his eyes into an incredible crimson, deeper than any she had even seen before.

And she cowered away from him, her skin crawling and pulling away from the press of his body against hers. With a small, inward whimper, she prayed in desperation that the wall behind her would just open up and swallow her whole. She had made a mistake in thinking that such thoughtless rebellion would go unpunished by her master, and she was sure to pay for her insubordination. She closed her eyes tightly and turned her head away from where she knew his face hovered just inches above hers.

Then she felt the silky touch of something wrapping around her waist and arms, and she snapped her eyes open to look down. There, curling and writhing about her body were the long tendrils of his hair, snaking behind her back and binding her hands to her sides. Suddenly extremely afraid of him, more so than usual, she began thrashing against him, trying to break free of his hold. But his grip on her was far too strong for someone as weak as her current state and it was now, and now only, that she regretted not drinking.

"I made you, Seras Victoria," he told her dangerously, his deep voice full of hidden warnings and deadly promises "And I can break you just as easily."

"Master," she whimpered helplessly, still trying vainly to break free from his grip.

"You will drink, Police Girl. It doesn't matter when or where, but you will break down and you will drink," His tone was final. There would be no more negotiating on the matter, there would be no more arguing, no more tolerance of her weakness. She would have to learn to accept what she was.

Without thinking, Sears cried out "I don't want to be a monster!"

The bindings on her arms and waist were removed so suddenly that she would have toppled right away from the floor and onto the ground before she knew what was happening had his body not been there. So instead she fell forward, landing solidly in the circle of his arms and against the solid wall of his chest. Before she had the time to step away, his hands were on her upper arms, squeezing so tight that in a few seconds she heard the tell tale snaps of bones breaking. She cried out as she was lifted bodily from her feet and slammed violently against the wall.

"You think that is what you are?" Alucard demanded in a hoarse growl. "You think you are a monster?"

"Well I'm not human anymore, am I?" she screamed. "What am I to you? A toy? Something you can play with and manipulate whenever the occasion seems appropriate to you? What?" She thrashed about again, desperately trying to get out of his grip, but she screamed at the pain that rewarded her struggles, tears coming easily to her eyes to stream down her cheeks.

He pushed her against the wall harder, cracking what was left of the already shattered bones in her arms. He glared at her with a fierce precision, studying her pain-contorted face with a malicious snarl. Then he left go of her, releasing his iron grip from her arms.

Seras stared at him in pained confusion, barely registering the fact that the shadows in the corners of her room were dissipating as she clung to her arms, as if touching them would make them somehow heal faster in her weakened state.

With one last contemptuous glance at her, he turned away, his coat flying behind him at the sharp movement, turning straight into pit of darkness and disappearing from her room, leaving her with the resounding thought in her head.

'You are nothing to me.'

A/N: Spanks muchness to all my reviewers so far!!! I can't even begin to describe how happy it makes me when I see more reviews in my inbox!!!
Katsumi-chan: Thank you so much for being my first reviewer!!!! And so soon!!!!! As for your question: There will definately be an appearance by Anderson. He's going to be one of the key parts of the story.
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xXJiNg-JiNgXx: I hope this chapter qualifies as a non-sappy Alucard!! Seras will be a bit of a sap.... But she'll harden up as the story goes on!!!! I promise!!!!!!
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Third chapter coming really soon!!!!!!

Snake Bites,
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