A/n: Writing Hellsing drabbles is really a wonderful way to relieve anger, lol. This is just a little Seras-centric drabble I wrote just now. It doesn't really fit anywhere in the story I guess, but enjoy it anyway. :)
Power
Their blood falls across her lips, dripping down her throat.
It's the only thing that warms her cold body.
Their limbs are in shreds, put through a meat masher.
But it wasn't a machine that did it, it was her bare hands.
They hurt her with words. So she hurt them in another way.
By tearing out their hearts, slashing their throats…She had the power. No one could hurt her when she had this kind of power.
If they did, she would hurt them right back.
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