She stood in the middle of the room, body heaving from the effort to stand. A shuffle in front of her and Seras's head shot up, grinning hysterically, hands raised and ready for more bloodshed. She wanted to pull them apart, grind their bones and crush their hearts with her bare hands….It was Pip. He stood not two metres from her and was staring in horror, at her.
"Se-se-Seras." Slowly he reached out to her, and it was like being stung in the heart. She took a sudden step back, face now innocent and scared despite her victim's blood on her body.
"Seras." He repeated more firmly this time, horror gone "Are you ok?"
Seras frowned. Of course she was fine, how dare this low life in front of her….then it hit. A wave of dizziness than swarmed in her head, causing her to fall to her knees. Why did she ach so much? Adrenalin now gone she began to moan. Falling further to sit on her heels she cried out, glancing behind to her to stare at her shattered foot. A sharp pang in her midriff told her to search her stomach area. She whimpered at the gaping wound there.
She was sliced open across her belly and blood continued to pump. Looking down she discovered her clothing lay in tatters on her body, skirt still together-barely, the majority of her upper body was covered in three strips of now scarlet material and blood.
Her arms felt week and she could now feel the muscles burning. She should have drank her blood, she would be healing now if she did. Her shoulders, face and body ached, her insides squirming uncomfortably as they shuddered and tried to heal themselves.
She glanced up and saw Pip smiling at her nervously. "You er…you want to borrow my top?" He chuckled. He couldn't see the wound in her stomach from all the blood on her, he couldn't see her shattered foot from in front and he didn't realise how she ached inside.
Groaning, Seras rose slowly, backing away from Pip. Then, covering her body with her arms, she turned and staggered quickly away.
"Seras, wait!"
She ignored him and continued on through the doors she'd entered through and on down the hallway.
Five turns later she slumped down against a wall. Her foot had mostly healed now as well as her stomach, but she still ached. She sighed. It was always like this, there was always some part of her body that hurt. Her head weltered like a flower in winter, coming to stare at the blood covered concrete floor.
"Police girl." She didn't look up, she could feel his presence looming in front of her. A pause. "You're hurt." A small nod. "Again." Silence.
He knelt in front of her, red coat now splayed out on the floor, red hat dipped low over his eyes, his trademark smirk and raven hair being the only things she could see.
"You fought well." She said nothing slightly irritated by his lack of concern for her condition. He felt her annoyance and chuckled. "And yet." She sighed inwardly. "Yet you still cannot heal." It turning into a sneer at the end, displaying his disgust as his eyes scanned her bloodied form. "By now you should not only fight like a demon but heal like one too. Why didn't you drink you blood police girl?"
She said nothing. BAM. She cried out as a fist exploded the ground next to her.
"Answer me." He responded in a guttural snarl.
"You know why." She whispered, tired of the same conversation over and over again. Just like her body- hurt, beaten and bruised, over and over again. "I can't."
"You're a vampire. It's what sustains you!" He was close to bringing his fist down again, this time on her.
"Oh." She deadpanned, again staring at the ground. "Didn't know that. Well I better go drink some then."
She cried out as he lunged, hands flat against the wall behind her, face mere inches from hers.
"Do not mock me. It is you who's killing yourself slowly by not drinking, not I."
"I'd rather not drink than be a monster."
"You ARE a monster." He shouted, causing her to cringe back into herself. "YOU chose this life police girl, I offered you a chance and you took it so accept what you are!" He rose. "You should be healed by now." He spat. He watched as she slowly stood and then turned away.
Suddenly rage filled her.
"No." She hissed, eyes still staring fiercely at the ground, hands clenched. "I did not choose this."
She was silent, her breathing being the only sound that filled the hallway. "I didn't choose any of this." she stared at him now. Scarlett anger flashed in his eyes as he stood listening.
"You asked me if I wanted to come with you. NOT if I wanted to kill. NOT if I wanted to give up all my humanity and certainly NOT if I wanted YOU as a master!"
He said nothing and she continued, voice rising in anger. "Do you honestly think someone changes over the course of a bloody night!" Again, nothing. "For someone whose been alive for…for years! You know practically nothing!" She was marching towards him now and his eyes narrowed dangerously.
"You're as arrogant as a five years old." She spat.
"Careful police girl." He whispered.
"NO!" She practically screamed. "I will not live in fear of you! If you wanted a girl who would kill at the snap of your fingers you should have gone out there with a goddam questionnaire! Not expect the next girl you find to be perfect, you DOG!" She screamed the last word, knowing full well it was what he called others.
There was a sudden growling in the back of his throat, but this was what she wanted, needed to say.
"You're pathetic! You say you're the all-powerful demon and yet you can't fulfil even one mission without killing EVERYONE! YOU'RE PATHETIC!"
"Enough." BAM. Her head snapped back, smacking the wall he'd pinned her to by her throat. "Enough." He repeated. She stilled at the sound of his gun cocking, and felt the cool metal as he pressed the jackal to her forehead.
"OR WHAT!" She suddenly screamed, hands clawing at his own. "You'll tear me apart like the others? If a few insults is all it takes for you to kill me then you CLEARLY DON'T GIVE A DAM ABOUT ME! SO SHOOT!"
He didn't, instead frowning. "Police girl wait."
"GO ON!" it was half way between a sob and a scream. "SHOOT!"
"Seras shut up!"
"SHOOT!"
Then, with her head against the wall she could hear it on the other side, the subtle hum and sudden ticking reaching her ears. Her eyes widened.
The noise was deafening and she was violently hurled forwards. Searing heat licked her flesh like demons, clawing, blistering her skin. White pain blazed through her mind as dust fell like shards of glass, grating her body as the flying rubble grazed her like bullets, but only for a moment. Her vision swam: her body shuddering, but although the noise continued, the pain did not. All she could see through her blurry vision was a large red mass in front of her, and someone calling her name before darkness enveloped her.