"Talking"
'Thinking'
MemoriesStressed
Wine colored eyes hollowly stared at the black casket. A blood streak ran from the corner of her eye to the ground. Her crimson eyes looked to the ground in shame. Closing her eyes, she slightly whimpered and choked back a sob.
Scratches and bruises covered the flesh that she had learned to love. Blood ran from the corner of his mouth as he softly smiled. She could feel the life dripping away as his blood soaked her uniform and the ground. A hazel eye shone up at her like she was his light.
The sobs broke as the priest recited the burial rites. Blood ran down her cheeks as she fell to her knees. Hiding her face in her palms, she shook her head. The memories wouldn't leave.
She cradled his head in her hands like a fragile piece of china. His orange hair was dirtied with blood and dirt. He quickly raised his head to her and kissed her. She could feel his hot blood rush into her mouth. Her eyes widened in shock.
A palm was placed on her shoulder and squeezed in reassurance. The sun was beginning to sink into the horizon, much like the coffin. Her wine colored eyes watched as it disappeared six feet under. She stood to her feet and looked to the owner of the palm.
Pip smiled at Seras before his eye closed. She lowered her head and licked the remaining blood from the corner of his mouth. Seras would always carry him with her. She placed his body on the ground and looked up for the one who killed him. Seras would have her revenge.
"Captain Seras, are you alright?" Integra calmly asked.
Seras nodded and wiped her eyes. She then turned her attention back to Pip's grave. The sound of dirt hitting the coffin echoed in her mind. This time the funeral was different from the first one. She had loved Pip and promised to be with him. Her blood couldn't save him; she wasn't strong enough to save him. She needed to be a true Nosferatu to give unlife. The burial was finished.
"I'm sorry for your loss," a comrade whispered as he walked by.
"It was a loss for all of us," Seras whispered.
Everyone cleared the area to go back home. The night's tragedy was buried and soon would be forgotten. Integra patted Seras on the back before she went to her car. Seras picked up the fallen flowers for his grave. She placed them close to his tombstone and began to cry again. The Juniper and Rose would protect his soul from evil beings. Her crimson eyes read the inscription and began to tear. She wondered if she could cry herself to a real death.
A soft chuckle reached her ears. Her bloodstained face searched the cemetery for the owner of the chuckle. A dark figure began to emerge from the background. Seras softly growled at the figure and went back to her mourning. She didn't want to deal with her master's taunts at this moment.
"I warned you," Alucard smoothly teased.
"Not now master," Seras whispered as she stared at the ground.
"I told you he would die…and yet you choose to allow your emotions to rule you," Alucard whispered.
"It is better to have loved and lost, then to not have loved at all," Seras firmly cried.
"Is it worth the pain?" Alucard curiously asked.
"Every moment," Seras assured as she cried harder.
"This is glorious," Alucard laughed at her.
Seras glared at him before her eyes turned to the ground. He walked over to her and picked up a rose. He studied the crimson petals and cut his hand with the thorn. A drop of blood dripped to the ground.
"Leave me," Seras growled.
"You could have saved him…if you were a true Nosferatu," Alucard mocked.
"Leave," Seras forcefully said.
"One sip and you'll be your own. Who knows…you might be able to save his soul next time," Alucard whispered as his grin turned darker.
Seras sighed and looked up at Alucard. He was wearing his black outfit today. His long blank hair danced around him, there was no wind. The fog surrounded him as he offered his cut hand to her. Seras closed her eyes and shook her head. The blood's smell danced around her nose. Her eyes snapped open in realization.
"You might be able to save his soul next time."
Was it true? Could she live to see him again? If that chance was possible, could she take it? The red blood flowed around his hand. The liquid reflected in her eyes as she stared at it. Was he telling the truth? Seras tiredly sighed before she made her decision. She glared at the blood and stood up. Her hair was a pure white and her clothes a blood red. She stared at Alucard in disobedience before she made her choice.
Author's Note: Important
I know this is a bad place to end it…but I don't know what I want to do with it. I might decide to end it here. I want to start another story with Pip and Seras and I wouldn't like where the sequel would go if I continued this. There might not be a sequel, it depends on where my mind takes me.
