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A/N: Some asked for more, so here's another drabble. Nothing really happens, but hey. :)
– Seras –
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He was large; she was small. She was redeemable; he was not. He was old and tired; she was young and thriving. He was a killer; she was a protector...
It would seem the powers high above had conspired to make them opposites in every way possible, but not so.
They knew loss; they knew suffering. They knew the fight for survival.
They knew what it was to be alone.
For him, countless times; for her, a decade.
Until that night their paths crossed under the moonlight.
Until he defied all boundaries separating them, and ruthlessly took her.
The cruel devil embraced the dying angel with his darkness, both tainting and rewarding her with new life.
Making her his family
Bonding them eternally
She was with him. How was it again that she had come to sit with him? Yes, a story. His past – she wanted to hear of his past. What little he would tell. It fascinated her. To her it sounded like a movie – romantic; something never real. The brave prince and the battles he had fought long ago in the name of God and the country he so loved.
He saw the wonder in her eyes. A kinship she felt, especially at those moments, drawn in by the supposed emotion in his eyes. He never knew what she was talking about, but, apparently, it was there. She saw it.
Little, emotional Seras. What was she trying to do to him? Wasn't flooding his body with her bubbling emotions enough? Now that he was all but free of her, she still clung to him, eager to grab onto any signs of humanity. This creation of his, this young No-life king who used to affectionately call him her master, would forever seek out remnants of his humanity... until he would completely shatter her dream; destroy it.
How could he not?
He did not care.
How much would she take before she could no longer look at him the same way. Would she go quiet and never call to him again. Would she be right there beside him on the battlefield and bring him back if he once more lost his will to fight.
Seras, the physical symbol of what he had given his soul for. All he had to do was look at her when too many humans had crossed his path.
Before her, it had only been himself, seeing what humans possessed and he no longer had.
With her, now, he could share, revel in his mutual existence with her. Unique is what the two of them were. Superior to the rest.
He looked up at her as she handed him his requested glass of bloodwine. And then she lifted the other glass from the table. The one that was more or less hers now. As requested, it was filled as well. He wouldn't drink from his glass. Not yet. She sat back down on her seat of shadows. The tip of the glass touched her lips for the very first time and her tongue bathed in the crimson liquid. "Delicious, isn't it?" he asked.
She nodded, her lips moist and she licked them. Alucard smiled. It was a smile of satisfaction, and he drank. The elder No-life King continued to sit with his young draculina in their own little 'kingdom', and tell his tales of war and victories. It wasn't much, but it was enough.
The dark bowels of the Hellsing manor.
Home to himself and Seras.
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A/N: Well, I don't know if there will be more. This was only supposed to have been one little drabble, and now we have three, lol. I have this habit of sometimes adding onto one-shots, and in this case, drabbles, if I'm able to and if requested. Only time will tell if there will be anymore, because I'm not good at writing for these two. I'm leaving it marked as completed.