Sunday

"There are times when we question the things we know"

She couldn't even say „farewell" to him.

Captain Bernadotte passed so fast. In one second he was kissing her, in another he laid cold in her arms. His lifeless body was getting cooler with each passing second, as blood, which he needed to live, as vampires need it to survive, was escaping from his veins. The warmth Seras was so attached to, disappeared; it was just a corpse.

The great man and the one she loved was dead; he died because he protected her.

Seras started calling him as her „love" after some time; she just couldn't think about their relationship as one of that kind. Love should be slow and full of gentle courtship, with lots of hugs and furtive kisses. She should have known that he was „him" from the beggining, from the first time she saw him. Whereas, at their first meeting she sent him flying through the room, on the eyes of all mercenary soldiers. Moreover, he was a pervert, singing filthy songs straight into her ear. She escaped with a scream.

That's not the way a love should be, is it?

Their love was like a wild fire; it inflamed in the most unexpected moment and place, on a battlefield. In despair and misery, covered by blood, they kissed, like a cruel world around them hadn't existed. But soon the same world separated them, crushed the lit of happiness violently and took them away from each other.

Sudden sigh of one of a children woke her up from her reminiscent. Rez crawled up into a ball on his bed and hugged the pillow, which was suppoused to lay under his head. Emily frowned and moaned; she seemed to have a bad dream. Only Colin laid perfectly still was only breathing quietly. Seras passed other beds on her tiptoes and approuched his one quietly, like a ghost.

Who was more of a ghost: she or that boy?

Seras was almost sure all the three had something in common with...them. Her past. She knew she was a relict of old, almost ancient times, just like her Master used to. But was the story repeating? Or was she only projecting the roles of Captain, Sir Integra and Master on those children? She had already heard her servants telling themselves: „Our Master had to go crazy of loneliness, she's imagining those brats are reincarnations of sir Integra and Nosferatu, the real one!"

Seras just couldn't think, that Pip, Master and his Master wasn't here. She had just missed them for so long. She wished someone was beside her, to cut out the loneliness. On the other hand, she was afraid to be involved in any relationship; another loss would make her sad again. At least, she had her „toys" - funny to sleep with, feel their warmth, have a talk. Whereas, it was boring: they were bounded with her, she was their Master, they couldn't leave her untill the very death. Their death. They were humans, after all. Oscar and other servants of Hellsing organization were Seras' „toys". But Oscar was „special"; she „made" him with a exceptional care, giving him extra abilities in order to serve her well. Also, Draculina had one habit about her „toys" - whereas other vampires would create more servants similar to Oscar, to increase their influances and power, without going out to do something by themselves – she had been always doing only one servant THAT special – and he was the one allowed to sleep with her. Just for fun. To feel sombody's warmth and not to feel lonely again.

Seras sat on the edge of Colin's bed and cared not to let the matress fall under her. She put her hand on the boy's cheek, his breath tickled her sensitive skin. Then Victoria moved her hand lower and placed it over his neck; flowing blood was pulsing under her fingers. It was so easy to kill that boy at instant. To just suck his body dry.

Seras sighed.

Before any stupid thought came to her head, she pervaded through the wall and as a mist drifted towards outskirts of the mansion. She materialized again in front of old mausoleum. It was made of white marble, in a simple style, but yet, it still had some strange charm and elegance. Seras could swear that the marble was illuminating slightly in the darkness of night.

The hinges creaked awfully, as she opened the door. The cold breeze greeted her among with three tombstones with three descriptions on it.

First from right says:

Here lie VLAD 'DRACULA' TEPES,

also known as Alucard, No-life King, Nosferatu, Vampire

Faithful Servant and good Master

Rest In Peace

The one in the middle:

Sir INTEGRAL FAIRBROOK WINGATES HELLSING

The last from Hellsing line, Granddaughter of Abraham Van Hellsing

Brave Protestant Knight and wise Master of all Monsters

Hurry and go to Heaven

And the last one:

Here lie bad-ass Soldier of Fortune,

CAPTAIN PIP BERNADOTTE

That fought with unshakable bravery to complete an impossible feat

who were deafeated by the evil Nazi regiment

And now rest here, honorably in eternal sleep

No matter how many times she was reading this, she couldn't help laughing. And then, she couldn't stop tears. These were words of Captain himself, he told this to Wild Geese soldiers to rise their morals. Stupid, crazy pervert.

She walked to Alucard's grave and waved slightly.

-Hi, Master.

She saluted to Integra's place of rest.

-Sir.

And finally greeted Captain Bernadotte. She did say nothing, just kneeled in front of it. Seras stared at these memoriable words, his words. At last, she said:

-Captain, I feel lost.

Yes. That was it. Talking about such matters to Master or Sir Integra seemed unappropriate. But talking about how you feel to someone like Captain, funny, perverted, but still a good guy, was something comforting.

-I'm lost without you.

They were lovers, after all. It's OK for lovers to talk about how they actually do, isn't it? To support...each other...and...be strong...

One bloody tear dropped from her cheek, then another. In a while, she was cying her eyes out, desperately wishing for someone to hold her, just for a minute, no, a second would be enough. In nights like these, Draculina wanted only one thing: Pip's warmth. Or someone's warmth and then she could pretend that it was Pip. He was the only one who gave her love.

There was no chance for him to embrace her, so instead she decided to embrace him. Seras sat on the grave and hugged the cold stone tightly.

There was another thing she couldn't get; she wasn't master-like type, sometimes she needed someone's advice or command. Today, in this cold and unfriendly world, she stood alone. She wasn't that awesome as Sir Integra, no matter how she tried, and not that insane as Alucard not to care about such things. Maybe it could have been easier, but something in Seras was telling her...no.

Master passed among with Integra. When Alucard returned after 30 years, he returned as only ONE being, the one that was linked to Integra and depended on her. Seras still remembered her death, which was at the same time Alucard's death. Pride and imperious, just as always, she was lying on her deathbed. Her undeniable beauty was visible, even though, she was already an old lady. Breathing heavily, she turned her head to Alucard and whispeared: „Let's meet in Hell, Alucard, and let the whole Hell sing with us". Master's look hadn't changed but there was something in his eyes, something different. He took her hand and kissed it, like a gentleman. „As you wish, my Master", he answered. „That's my final wish", and with these words Integra Hellsing made her last breath. That was also the end for vampire Alucard. He fell next to Integra, as the only life in him passed away.

And so, Seras Victoria was sitting in the mausoleum, hugging the tombstone of her last lover, alone, untill the dawn.