The Lusts of Broken Minds

AN: A lot of people seemed unhappy with Seras being stabbed, and then again some loved it. But like I said in the AN of that chapter, things are not always as they seem, so enjoy this chapter.

Chapter 14: The Ordeal

"What!" Seras' panting could still be heard, her painful cries echoing through the dungeon.

"I never miss, she should be dust." The rage and anger could clearly be heard as Integra watched Seras struggling against the wall and the sword that pinned her there. Bright red blood had started to seep through her dress and dripped slowly down from her legs and onto the stone floor.

"I've never known you to miss your target My Master." Alucard stepped to Seras and stared at the blood leaking from the impalement. "But, by the bright color of the blood, you did in fact nick her heart."

"Is it a fatal wound?"

"She will slowly bleed out within the next few hours." Alucard grinned his usual grin as he stepped back from his dying fledgling.

"Good. Now I've given her a slow, and by the looks of it, painful death." Seras' face was scrunched in pain. Every breath she took shot pain through her. She didn't need to breath, but if she was going to die, she would go out humanly. With every beat of her heart pain traveled through her, more blood leaking out.

The metallic smell filled the air, it was getting hard for Alucard to stand it. He ran his tongue over his teeth before turning to Integra, who seemed mesmerize by the bleeding woman in front of her.

"Master, we should take our leave now."

"Why Alucard? I assumed you would take pleasure in seeing this disgrace of a vampire impaled to a wall. I know I'm enjoying her suffering." Integra leaned against the cell bars and pulled out a cigar from her pocket, lit it, and took a deep inhale. The scent of the cigar mixed with the smell of death, decay, and blood.

"Yes, but I don't think you'd want me ruining her death. Her blood is getting a bit hard for me to resist." His eyes moved back to Seras for a moment before coming to rest back on his master.

"Fine then, we'll leave." The displeasure was clear in her voice. But she just had one more thing to do to the poor girl before leaving. She took another puff of her cigar, blowing the smoke into Seras' face, laughing at the cough that was produced.

"You're going to rot in an everlasting fiery hell. Enjoy you last few hours on this earth." She raised the pale hand of the vampire and took one last puff before extinguishing the cigar on the back of Seras' hand, delighting in the girls pain. Torture was such a wonderful thing.

"Let's go pet." Integra opened the barred door, holding it open for Alucard. He gave one last look at his Police Girl before falling back in step with his Master. Seras' cries could still reach his ears as they exited the dungeon.

Seras could barely comprehend the words that had been spoken to her, she continued to drift in and out of consciousness. All she knew was that she was somehow still alive, and that she was in a lot of pain. She figured that she would stop struggling and somehow find a way through it.

Tears leaked from her eyes just as blood leaked from her heart. No one was there to say her, She was going to die. Her head tilted down to look at the sword, to look at the blood. She stopped breathing to slow the flow of blood. But she could not stop her tears. Her sobs filled the stale air of the dungeon. The pain had stopped and given way to a dull, numbing pulsing. A ringing entered her ears and she knew what was coming.

We can't die Seras. This is not how it was supposed to happen. The voice rang out through the darkness, or so it seemed. Her other said actually sounded panicked. "I'm sorry."

Apologies can't save you know. If you had just given up and let in your vampiric side, you never would have been taken by surprise.

A small laugh escaped Seras' lips. "I guess I should have listened to myself then."

I guess you should have you stupid bitch. Now was not the time for laughing. Why did you have to cling onto your humanity. It will serve you no good. All it will do is cause you pain. Letting go will give you power.

Seras tilted her head back up to look into what was once total darkness, nothing to be seen but the cell walls. But now she saw herself, her vampire side. She stood only a few feet away, fangs bared, eyes a dark red. A black spaghetti strap laid around her upper body, a red hour glass in the middle. Her lower body adorned in a pair of tight black jeans.

"What if I don't want power? The pursuit of it has doesn't seem to have helped me any. Sir Integra nearly killed me, Master thinks I'm a poor excuse of a vampire, I hope they both burn in hell as well."

I feel the anger in you Seras, you need to harness that. The hallucination stepped closer, standing toe to toe with her. A pale hand reached up to caress the real Seras' cheek. There is only one way out of this, you don't have to die here. Remember what Alucard said.

Seras searched her mind, trying to find what her other self was trying to tell her. And then she remembered, her eyes growing wide. "The ordeal."

Yes, the ordeal. You must take control of your anger, of your frustration. Become one with me Seras.

"Okay." She watched silently as her vampiric self stepped closer, pressing her lips to hers before the hallucination seemed to step into her body, becoming one. Embrace your true power.

Seras stopped moving, everything stopped. Her heart, her mind, her body. The first new heart beat seemed so loud, they rhythm was slow at first. Seras' heart beat only a few times. She started panting, her remaining blood wasn't getting to her, she needed to feed. Is this what it is like to die? Her heart started to beta faster now, increasing in rate every second. But I'm not dying. I won't.

Her head tilted back up, her eyes glowing a faint red in the darkness. She growled and let out a low laugh before straining against the cuffs and chains that bound her against the wall. She pulled her body from the stone, the chains rattling. She hissed loudly as the cold metal pressed against her skin, cutting into her wrists and ankles more than they had been. " That son of a bitch would let me die, how dare he!"

With her sensitive hearing she could hear the bolts straining to be free of their concrete encasement. Her fists and teeth were clenched, she was trying as hard as she could to get free. Her screams carried through the dungeon, she could swear they were loud enough to wake the dead. She pulled with her foot and the chain broke, she would have squealed with joy if it wasn't for the pain. She kicked at the other shackle around her other ankle until it too broke. With her feet free she dropped the few inches to the ground, a scream breaking from her as the sword jutted up her chest.

She pulled with her body weight down on one arm, breaking her right hand free, her other hand soon following. She paused to look down at the sword, taking a deep breath as her hand reached for the hilt. Her eyes closed and she pulled, the pain searing through her body as blood spurted from the wound. With that she fell to her knees, clutching at her breast.

Her breathing was labored, the blood spilling from the wound too quickly since the block of the sword was no longer there. Her eyes closed in concentration, she felt the wetness on the floor around her becoming dry. She pictured the blood moving in the air around her, shocked that when she opened her eyes, what she had imagined was happening. Her blood now swirled around her. She arched her back, thrusting her chest forward. With though she pulled the blood back into herself, sealing the wound when all was in. At least she had learned something from watching her master.

She stood with a new kind of strength, she looked down at her bloody clothing and noticed that there was some kind of energy flowing form her feet, it was as black as the shadow, but it moved. Slithering around her feet and slightly up her legs. She smirked. "Time for some fresh blood."