Chapter III

Izaiah POV

~3 Months Later~

I looked around at the new surroundings of the apartment Seras had rented. It had one bedroom with an intact bathroom, a small kitchen, and a living room. It was a modest place with tasteful furnishings that kept to a cream white and turquoise blue theme.

I had been happy when she told me about it but it made me wonder whether or not she truly understood what renting an apartment with one bedroom meant.

She often confused me and now, once more, proved herself to be capable of befuddling my rational train of thought.

Had she purposely bought an apartment with only one bedroom? Or did she buy it out of convenience?

I basked in the fact that she trusted me enough to let me stay beside her in sleep, which was the most vulnerable time for a vampire, but I just couldn't tell what she desired from me. Though we were not lovers, at times I felt as if she loved me as such. However, in others I felt as if she was looking at someone else even though I was clearly the one in front of her.

Could this have been because of her Master with the voice she just couldn't forget?

I walked next to where she stood by the window.

"Master." I whispered with a hidden searing desire to use her name instead.

"Yes, Izaiah?"

"Won't you tell me what's on your mind? You look so distant right now."

She started to focus her attention on me and slightly shifted her weight onto her right leg and then leaned her head against the cool plane of glass. The beautiful view acted as a backdrop to her perfect silhouette.

"I was just thinking how you'll never be able to turn into a proper No-Life King."

I could feel her inner conflict within her tone of voice.

"Master, don't let it bother you."

I took her hand and guided us to the cream sofa.

Seras' voice wavered.

"I'm sorry. It's selfish of me but it's just that my Master and I were never able to say goodbye. I always expected that he'd return and I still believe that even now, but what bothers me so much is that I never got the chance to call him by his name. I feel as if even if I know he will return someday I should've said something... Something significant. I guess it's true you don't know how precious something is until it's gone."

A low growl was starting to form within my chest but when her lips turned up in a wry smile in an attempt to shrug off her previous comment, I immediately quelled it and I felt an unfamiliar sense of agony from a cause I couldn't really pinpoint.

Was it jealousy? Or was this because I hated seeing her in pain? Either way-

"Master, if it's alright with you, is it okay for me to call you Seras?"

Seras POV

His voice had always reminded me so much of Master.

No, not just his voice.

Izaiah had always been physically like an exact replica of Master. His hair, his body, and his facial features. They were so similar that I felt haunted by their resemblance whenever I was caught off guard. The only difference between the two had only been their eye colors: Izaiah's had either been too bright in bloodlust or too dull in everyday life.

I knew that Izaiah was not my Master and I loved him as my Childe but he always had a way of throwing me off because of their likeness.

I often found myself to be distracted whenever I let myself relate the two in my mind.

After some debating I finally replied.

"Yes. Yes you may."

His uncertain expression quickly smoothed over and a slow smile spread to his lips.

"Thanks, Seras."

He placed a hand on top of my head, his sweet and mellow smile reaching his eyes.

"Seras. Seras Victoria."

I flinched away almost as if I was burned. This was just like right before Master disappeared, the image flashing in and out of my mind.

"What happened, Seras?"

I tried to collect myself.

He is not my Master. He is not Alucard.

That's right, Police Girl.

Master? Master, if you're there… if you can hear me, please answer me.

No response came no matter how long I waited. I must be going crazy.

"I-I'm sorry Izaiah. It's nothing. You just reminded me of something is all."

His visage reverted back to that of a concerned expression. He nodded and then got up from his position and walked towards the kitchen.

"I'll go grab you a blood pack, Master."

I flinched at his usage of the word Master although he had only just started calling me by my name.