Chapter VIII

Third Person POV

Seras dematerialized behind the vampire master who was responsible for the deaths of twenty-eight civilians. She lifted up her right leg to deliver a finishing blow to his head when he suddenly turned around and held onto the leg she had suspended midair.

"Nuh-uh-uh, cute little Draculina."

Seras could tell the amount of arrogance he held towards his own powers and increased the amount of strength in her legs as brought it down to graze his cheeks.

He reached a hand up to touch his new injury and looked at the blood that rubbed off on his fingers.

"You impudent little bitch..." he lowered his voice into a growl, "but no matter. I'll make sure that you learn your place when I have you under me tonight. I haven't smelled a female as delicious as you for so long."

His words disgusted Seras and his rage kept increasing as he kept missing his target. The two kept going back and forth. Seras ducked and parried until she felt herself grow more and more unamused with what was suppose to be her new source of entertainment.

She stopped all her movements and the vampire tried to take advantage of the moment by ripping her throat. Her body fell onto the floor.

"That shouldn't kill you, little Draculina, but that'll give me enough time to carry you back to my den and bind you to me. If only you played nice then I could have gently courted you. Pity."

He started to gather her body in her arms when her voice rang throughout the space.

Was it fun? Tormenting those innocent people?

The master vampire's face changed from it's original grin and Seras' body liquified in his arms.

"W-who who's there?"

Pity? Pity, indeed. Pity you call yourself a vampire. You are not even fit to be trash.

Her body slowly reconstructed itself behind him and held out an oddly formed appendage held the Casull to his heart.

Say goodbye, vermin.

Seras pulled the trigger, a blessed bullet leaving a gaping whole in it's wake. His body instantly decomposed into a pile of ashes, never once realizing what had caused his now permanent state of death.

"Report," Integra stared straight at the commander of WG-II.

Seras handed her the paperwork involving the deceased and those who have survived.

"We exterminated twenty-eight ghouls and the master vampire."

Integra rubbed her hands along the bridge of her nose preparing herself for the worst.

"And how many soldiers did we lose?"

"None."

Her eyes widened.

"What?"

"I said 'None', Sir."

"Yes, I heard. You are dismissed."

As soon as Seras dematerialized, Integra let a smile fall onto her lips. When Alucard was part of missions he hadn't cared about those who went into battle with him but Seras was different. She had made sure to tactfully include her team on the mission while taking into count how to preserve their lives.

"Alucard… if you could see her now," she whispered.

Integra was broken out of the raw pride she felt towards the young vampire when her butler entered the room.

"Sir Integra?"

"What is it, Conrad?"

"I must ask you again about keeping a vampire under the same roof as you and your soldiers."

Integra felt irate at his question.

"Why would you think that?"

Conrad looked at her with surprise.

"Well, for one thing, she's a vampire. She could go out of control with blood lust at any moment. It could be detrimental to the organization."

Integra lowered the cigar she held in her hand.

"What would truly be detrimental would be to let her go. Without her, there will not be any mission like the one today. There will be no zero casualty missions. The lives of our soldiers, of human being, would be lost. Do you understand?" Her eyes dared for him to argue against her.

"Y-yes, Sir," Conrad murmured, caught off guard at the passion behind her voice.

"Good, now leave."

She dismissed him with a wave of her hand.

"Yes, sir."

The butler left as suddenly as he went in and Integra allowed herself to start to drift in her thoughts once more.

"Seras… I wonder where you will be 10 years from now…"