Chapter 3: Story of a Girl

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"Huh?" Miss Murder blurted out, looking around.

"We want to know how you became a part of the undead," Seras slowly informed her.

"Oh," Miss Murder whispered. She leaned back in her chair, started twiddling her thumbs, and blew out a gust of air that she hadn't realized she was holding. "Well…"

I was born in March of 1884, on the island of Puerto Rico. I came from a relatively wealthy family who owned a large sugar cane plantation. My family consisted of my mother, father, and my two older brothers.

I grew up very much the tomboy. The entire plantation was our playground. Playing tag in the sugar cane fields, play fighting with wooden swords on the lush green lawn in front of our home, even swimming in the crystal blue sea that was part of our property was all part of the wonderful memories of my childhood.

My father cared for me deeply and always made sure that the playing field was equal between me and my brothers. But when it was just us, he was extra doting, after all, I was the baby, and I was his only daughter.

Every night before I was sent up to bed, he would turn on the phonograph and dance with me. Standing on my toes in my nightgown, just trying to stand as tall as he did, to dance just as gracefully as he did, whirling me around the house so that my feet didn't touch the floor; those times were so special; I didn't want them to end.

When I was 15, my mother had decided it was time for me to stop running around in my brothers' clothes and fighting and to start becoming a lady and getting married. I couldn't stand having to change for her. The prospect of marriage frightened me completely. It meant that I would leave my brothers and my father.

Every suitor who came calling for me was quickly turned away. It's not that they weren't attracted to me, but according to them I seemed "cold." I toyed with their emotions. I would draw them in with my charms and quickly push them away. I just couldn't see myself even being away from my family, and it only took a few months for the suitors to give up on me.

The last one showed up on New Year's Eve, right at the turn of the century. As usual, I broke his heart as quickly as I could. My family was holding a grand party to celebrate the New Year. It was a very welcome celebration. Things within our home had started to fall apart. My parents were hardly seen together and barely spoke to one another. Both of my brothers had already left home, one to attend college, and the other already starting a family. The house had seemed so empty, and the party was supposed to be a magical and happy event.

I really didn't want to, but for my mother's sake, I actually got dressed up. My parents were so proud, because even when I met my suitors, the best my mother could do was to have me wearing an old dress one of our workers couldn't fit into anymore.

The ballroom in our home looked beautiful that night. The house smelled entirely of flowers and was filled with the light of hundreds of candles. Everyone was dressed in the best silks and satins. They all looked like dolls.

That night had started out so wonderful. Everyone drank and danced and was happy. That's when I saw him.

It was only a few minutes after the New Year had begun, but I had spotted him. He was a somewhat older man with black hair and a dignified face. He wore a very expensive black tuxedo, and he carried himself as if everyone else were not even there. All he did was stare at me, and I couldn't tear my eyes away. As I stared back at him, he directed me to walk out to the balcony that was just off to the right of the ballroom.

He was even better looking up; I remember thinking when he came out to join me on that balcony. He smiled at me, and said, "What a beautiful night."

I couldn't say anything back to him, so I ended up smiling softly and blushing. No man had ever really done that to me.

"Why so shy?" he asked, putting his hand on my shoulder.

All I did was blush more.

"Well, I'm sure when you speak; you have a lovely voice to match that lovely face of yours."

"Thank you," I managed to squeak out.

"See, I was right!" he exclaimed.

I couldn't help but laugh; he was so charming. We talked for what seemed like hours on that balcony that night about my life so far, and even his for a bit.

He told me that he was an importer to the island. He was widower who had only been married for about three years. His wife had died during childbirth to a stillborn.

"Oh my! That's simply awful!" Seras blurted. Alucard gave her a stern look, and she bowed her head and quietly said, "Please continue."

Miss Murder sighed and began where she had left off.

I felt so sorry for him; I put my hand on his shoulder. He took my hand and kissed it. He pulled me close to him and whispered in my ear, "Come away with me. We can be together forever."

I quickly pulled myself away from his arms. "Are you crazy? I hardly know you!"

"But I just told you everything about me, and I think I know just about everything there is to know about you!"

"What about my family? They need me!"

"From what you told me, they all seem to be fine. They'll be fine without you. To me you seem to be hiding from the world locking yourself away in an empty house. You are meant for something more than this; I can feel it!"

"You don't understand," was all I could say as I turned my back to him and walked back to the party.

I could tell he was furious that I had told him no. I like him, I really did. I think I could've grown to love him, but I wasn't ready to leave my home.

I found my mother enjoying the party. I guess when she saw how depressed I looked, she hugged me and quickly sat me down to find out what happened. I didn't tell her much, except that I met someone and that I was just a little down about what we had talked about. She sent me to bed.

As I laid awake in bed, I could hear the party ending, with the sound of voices growing softer and the clatter of all the dishes being cleared out. I started dosing as the house slowly became quiet.

The peaceful sleep that I was getting was ended as I was jolted awake. My eyes opened to the sight of trees all around me whizzing by me in a continuous streak of gray. The sky was the only thing that didn't seem to move; the pretty blanket of dark purple was dotted with sparkled of white. I felt arms around me, and I turned around to see what was going on. I looked up to see the man that I had met earlier carrying me and running with a speed I had never seen before. He had a determined look on his face that frightened me to no end.

All I could o was scream. He tried covering my mouth, but I bit his hand and kept screaming. The last bit I remember of that was being hit on the back of the head.

I woke up inside of a dark room. There was only one candle lit, and I could barely see anything. Then I heard his voice, "I don't take 'no' for an answer."

Out of nowhere, he appeared on top of me from where I lay on the hard damp wooden floor. By then, I was roo frightened to speak or scream for help. I could feel his breath on my neck, and I tried to squirm out of his grasp. His grip was like iron, and I soon gave up on trying to escape and just cried.

"You will be mine," I heard him whisper as he bit into my neck. It hurt so much; I laid there and cried as I felt my life slowly draining out of me.

I could feel my eyes growing heavy when I felt something pressed against my mouth.

"Drink," he hissed in my ear.

I was so weak, I complied. It tasted so disgusting at first, but soon it tasted sweeter than any dessert I had ever had. I wanted more. I kept drinking until it was ripped away from me.

I felt light as a feather as I fell asleep in an almost drunken haze. As I fell unconscious, I heard, "so young, so beautiful, so virginal, so perfect."

"So that was how you were transformed?" asked Seras.

Miss Murder was quiet and only nodded.

"You should be grateful that I at least gave you a choice, Police Girl. This vampire that you call you sire has no manners and is nothing but a waste," said Alucard.

"You can say that again!" the two women exclaimed simultaneously. The two of them looked at each other and laughed softly.

"Continue," Alucard ordered, relaxing a little more into his chair.

Well, I woke up not knowing what day it was, let alone the time, because there were no windows. I was alone; at least I thought I was.

"How am I going to get out of here?" I asked myself out loud.

"You will never escape me!" I heard his voice inside my head. I was instantly terrified. "You're mine and mine alone!"

I looked around me trying to see where he was. I was amazed to find that there were no lit candles in the room, but I could see everything in the room clearly. The room was small and completely made out of wood. There was table and two chairs at the far end of the room and a very heavy door with many locks on it leading to the outside.

I realized I was still in the nightgown I wore when he had kidnapped me. I was so upset. I just wanted to go home and forget that any of it had happened at all.

I heard the locks click and the door open as I turned around to find him walking in, going to the table, and sitting down.

We stared at each other for what felt like forever, until he asked me, "Do you know what you've become?"

I was too afraid to say anything, so I just shook my head.

"You are now one of the undead. You are my fledgling; I am your sire. You roam the night feasting on blood 'til the sun rises. That is the time you hide yourself away from the sun and sleep in a coffin." With that said he walked out of the room but came back with a large wooden box slung over his shoulder. He slammed it onto the floor in front of me. "This is where you will sleep. I will bring you a meal every night, and you will consume it. Otherwise, you will be punished."

I heard my stomach grumbling, and I watched him walk out again and this time he brought in one if my old suitors. He was struggling against him. I wondered why he was here and what he had to do with me being fed.

Then, I smelled it. The scent of his blood coursing through his veins tickled my nose. I felt a pain inside my mouth as my fangs grew. All I saw, all I heard, all I could feel, all I could think about was my old suitor's blood.

He was thrown across the room and that's when I pounced. I chased after him until I had him cornered. I slammed his body against the wall. To keep his head from moving, I pushed his head against the wall. I pressed my lips to his neck and bit down as hard as I could. His blood ran into my mouth and I was in heaven. I drank until I felt his heart had stopped beating.

"See, Police Girl! That's how you should be."

"Do you want to hear this story or not?" Miss Murder asked peeved.

Alucard rolled his eyes from behind his yellow glasses and made a gesture for her to continue.

When I had come to my senses, I heard him clapping. "Your first kill. Job well done, sweetheart." I looked back at him and immediately burst into tears. What had I done? This poor man has a family that will be looking for him. What about my family? Were they looking for me? Would I ever escape?

My questioning was quickly answered with a kick in the face. I could feel the blood running out of my nose and all over my face.

"Insolent brat! I give you a gift that many would kill for and at the first meal you complain!"

I could barely make out anything else he yelled at me as he hit, kicked, and punched me as if I were pillow that severely needed to be fluffed. I lay there bleeding and quiet until I finally heard his footsteps fading and the final clicks of the lock. I had lain there so long that the blood had dried up, and I found myself stuck to the floor. I slowly peeled myself off of the floor and crawled into my coffin to cry myself to sleep.

Things went on like that for along time. For a while I refused to drink blood. I would stay with my victim, calming him down until he or she fell asleep. It wouldn't help me any, because he would soon find out, barge into the room furious, rip apart my victim, and the beat me until I fell unconscious.

I gave that up pretty soon and just did everything I was told. It didn't help me either. Every night it seems, he would come up with some excuse to berate and beat me to a pulp.

I never knew what day it was. I only knew the season from the way my victims were dressed. I didn't know anything except my room, my victims, and him.

I hated him. I hated him more than anything. I hated the walked he walked, I hated the way he talked, I hated the way he looked, I hated the way he treated my victims, and I hated the way he treated me.

"I already hate him, and I don't even know his name," thought Seras.

"You should be grateful for the new life you have, Police Girl. Be happy you have a merciful master like me and not a piece of garbage like she had," Seras heard Alucard's voice inside of her head.

"Yes master," she responded.

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