It was May the 20th of 1988.

It was a beautiful, peaceful day in London.

It was when I meet Seras.

It was also when I deliberately pushed Miss Canon into an underground railway, right before a train other was known as 'Fuck you' crushed her to bits. Something I'd wished I would do to my abusive of a father but couldn't.

()_()_()

I crouched in the dark alley of London, sipping on my warm SchrödingerTM coffee as I looked at the blubbering mess of Vampire in front of me, cornered in the alley, shaking like a man after eating a pound of cocaine; Her left arm holding her torn left thigh.

"P-Please, don't kill me," she stuttered, begged, staring at me with fear as she forced a smile. "You can have anything! Y-You can do anything to my body!" At this, her right arm raised to her, admittedly big, breast, fondling them like an impotent virgin, a desperate smile on her face. "Y-You like this, don't you?"

She was a vampire of a young physics, and I was pretty sure she was new as well. She had a long brown hair, frazzled and caked with her blood, wearing what she probably thought as an attractive outfit. It looked really slutty in my opinion, really.

All in all, she looked like a whore escaping the abusive clutches of her boyfriend, before quickly mangled by a car, surviving it, before quickly cornered to an alleyway by a group of muggers.

I raised an eyebrow, crinkling my eyes in amusement as the point of my sword touched her neck. "Really?" I drawled lazily.

She nodded, a tad more hopeful than before as she reached to the button of her shirt. "Y-Yes!"

I stared at her with a flat look. "Yeah, how about no," With a flick of my hand, my sword sliced through her neck, decapitating her head as it rolled down to the ground, her face frozen in terror. "I prefer my woman to have a bit more modesty,"

A gasp from behind made me curse inwardly as I quickly turn around—

A familiar short blond hair, if a bit spiky at the neck, with blue vibrant eyes staring at me wide with horror, something I was sure also on my eyes as I immediately recognized the kid.

Seras Victoria.

I cursed under my breath as I composed myself, dismissing the sword into my storage as I gave the little Seras what I hoped as a gentle smile. "Hello little girl," I softly greeted.

The girl squeaked in terror, taking a step back as her mouth began to move. "Mama?" she softly muttered. "MA—"

I cursed, swiping my hand to the dead vampire, storing her to my pocket, before I dashed, putting my clean hand over her mouth, turning her loud scream into a muffled shout.

Shit, shit, shit! I mentally cursed, looking over the street, and upon seeing it empty of life, I exhaled a sigh before pulling the terrified, and probably scarred, girl into the dark alleyway. It wasn't lost to me that I probably looked like a pedophile were I spotted by other mortals.

The girl futilely struggled, biting my hand, kicking her legs to my body as I held over her arms, her eyes closed tight as tears began to leak from her eyes as I pressed her over the wall.

I pushed my hand harder into her mouth. "Quiet." I hissed, and probably traumatizing her even more as she instantly stopped struggling.

Her eyes opened, showing that blue vibrant of hers as they glistened wet with tears. A choked sob escaped her throat as she tried to not cry.

I softened my feature. "If I release my hand, would you stay quiet?" I quietly asked.

Meekly, she nodded her head, avoiding her eyes from mine red eyes.

I sighed in relief, giving the girl a soft smile as I pulled my saliva covered hand from her mouth. "Good," I nodded, feeling that almost unfamiliar twist in my gut as I watched her slid down to the floor, crying her eyes out as she pulled her knees up to her chest.

I bit my lips at her frayed condition. I just broke Seras Victoria. I didn't know how to feel about that as I squatted down in front of her. "Look, girl—"

"Why?" she whispered, cutting off my sentence.

I looked at her for a moment, and I found myself saying, "I'm sorry, what?"

"Why?" She whispered louder, her voice hoarse, but I could feel strength in them.

Realization dawned to me as I glanced at the head of the Vampire girl, and I realized that this may be the only chance I could fix this fucking mess. "Because she's bad," I answered, and technically, she was. That is, if you're a member of the Vatican.

She tilted her head slightly, showing me her red-puffy blue eyes. There was still fear in them, lessened, but still there. "R-really?" She asked quietly, her voice soft and tired from the earlier screaming.

I smiled, nodding my head slightly. "Yes. She did many bad things," –being a vampire—"One of them even killing other people,"—Out of self-defense— "And she even stole other people's important thing!"—Of blood, given or not.

I found myself internally sighing in relief as Seras gained the courage to pull her head from her knees, looking unlike the girl she would be in the ten years."S-So why did you..." she trailed off, but I understood her question.

"Because, Seras," I said, not unlike a teacher talking to a student. "The world is full of bad, monstrous people. And this makes them almost immune to the Law, which is why I'm here," I lied through my teeth, ignoring that twisting feeling in my gut. "If someone inside of the Law can't do what is needed to bad people outside of the law, then—"

"Then you need people outside the Law to fix it," She cut me off, understanding in her eyes and a little... admiration as the fear inside them were snuffed like the self worth of a woman in a circle of rape.

I ignored the gut wrenching on my stomach as I smiled, nodding my head in 'pride' as I stood to my feet. "Now, how about we find where your mother is..."

"Seras," she answered, standing up from the ground as she returned my smile. "Seras Victoria, Mister..."

I chuckled. "Private," I said, tilting my head in amusement. "Private Jaime,"

She looked at me weirdly. "You have a weird name, Mister Private,"

I put my hand over her head, petting her head softly as I chuckled. "I'm sure. Now how about we found where your mother is, eh? Don't want her to worry now, would you?"

"Ah," she smiled sheepishly at me as I pulled my hand from her head. "She's home."

I frowned. "Didn't you call your mother earlier?"

"Well, I thought you would run if I shouted Mama. Papa says it would always work," she brought her head down slightly. "Not that it worked," she muttered sulkily.

I sighed. In a way, it would work, really. And I should know, since I used it to my father. Granted, I earned a slap, but it was well worth the pain to look that fear on his face. "Well," I started, looking at the sunny day. "How about I get you an ice cream?"
All trace of her sulk gone, she began to look at me with wide eyes full of hope. "Really?"

I grinned, leading her out of the alley. "Sure. I know a good Ice cream parlor from here,"

Kids love Ice creams. And that's a fact. They're like cannons to bitches.

()_()_()

Seras screwed her face adorably as she stared at my ice cream."What's that?"

I licked said ice cream. It's not as better than the real thing, but it tasted close enough. "Coffee," I answered.

"Eww," she stuck out her tongue. "That's awful!"

I shook my head amusedly, giving the triple-scoop Ice cream in her eyes. "And yours too much." I pointed.

She shot me a raspberry. "Still better than yours," she said, before licking at her stacked ice cream: Caramel, chocolate, and chocolate-mint.

I shook my head once again in amusement. Kids. "Now where's your home?" I asked as we arrived at the lines of average looking houses.

"There!" she pointed happily, skipping ahead of me and somehow not dropping her stack of ice creams.

I followed her, and stopped as she stood over a normal looking house. A white painted house, a garage on the side, and a second floor.

She looked at me excitedly, and I gave her a questioning look as I bit off the coffee Ice cream. "What?" I questioned, swallowing the cold sweet and diabetes inducing food.

"Why don't you meet my papa, Mister?" She offered, looking genuinely happy at that. "I'm sure he would be happy meeting you!"

I looked at her amusedly. "No," I answered back, looking slightly guilty as she wilted. "Now, how about you go inside; I don't think they would be happy if you're out playing late,"

Her eyes quivered slightly, giving me the kitten-eyes as she asked her question. "Will you be coming back, Mister?"

Nope. I grinned crookedly, giving the girl a pat on the head. "Of course," I lied.

She grinned happily, giving a hug that made me blink before she quickly dashed into her house—

Blood, sweet tasting blood, wafted in the air, flowing out of the girl's house. My eyes widened, both in horror and realization. Immediately, I remembered the clothes she was wearing: Blue T-shirt, and green shorts.

A scream immediately followed my mind.

I cursed, dashing quickly into the house, swords ready in my fingers as I broke the door. "Seras!" I shouted. A shout of surprise in reply snapped my head to the living room, and I immediately dashed into.

The scene that was unfolded made my blood ran cold, and I felt something that I had never would feel again in such amount: Anger. Two men, stood in front of me, wearing cocky grins as the blond one pointed a gun to Seras's head, choking her with his hand, grinning like a mad loon and drugged beyond belief. The other, a brown haired one, pointed his gun at me, standing confidently.

And Seras looked utterly in fear, staring at me in panic as I thought that she didn't know my status, nor that a normal bullet was going to hurt me much.

"Hey, look at this—"

The blond man never got his chance to end his words as five swords sailed to his head, hitting it right in his face. I made sure to make it not to throw it too hard, as the shithead screamed and flailed in pain, dropping Seras from his clutch.

Immediately, I threw another five of my swords at the brown haired one, this time killing him on purpose. Seras quickly scurried to my back, hugging it tight with her tiny small arms as her head pressed against my back, tears pouring out from her tear ducts.

Carefully and softly, I picked her up into a cradle, and reactively, she put her little arms around my neck. It made me question my mind that if killing and trapping innocents and guilty alike won't make me feel a thing, why would Seras does?

Shaking myself out my muse, I strode over to the screaming man. His face destroyed from my swords as he flailed around like a bastard. He was going to die either way, whether I leave him or not.

Not that it mattered. A cleaver formed into my hand, quickly finding its purpose as it found itself cleaving the mongrel's right arm with ease.

He screamed. Oh, how he screamed. I relished in that glee as I stepped over him, my naked hand touching the blades over his face, storing them back into my storage and immediately, blood began to pour from his wounds: Eyes, cheeks, jaws, and a probably small part of the brain.

I shot a kitchen knife to his stomach for another good measure, before pulling it out again. That would ensure him dying from blood loss and in pain.

Calmly, I stepped over him and walked to the dead brown haired shit, and stored my five blades. The chocked sobs from the bundle over my neck snapped me out of my cold rage as I slowly walked out of the house, and to the small empty park I had seen earlier.

My hand reached over her back, making a circling motion as I hummed a soft tune. What could I do? Try to cheer her up? Try to say that everything is going to be alright? Don't make me laugh. Even if I was from being human anymore, I know that crying is the only perfect answer.

Besides, I don't like to lie to Seras, for some weird unknown reason. I've killed children, if indirectly, before, and now that it's Seras...

It's funny really. A part of me wondered if this is because of some random biological thingy from the Doctor's experiment. I don't even know if I should be glad or not. It made me somewhat, if only a little, glad that I was still human in some way.

I arrived shortly to the park, and thankfully, finding it devoid of any life. Tiredly, I walked the bench in the side of the park, where usually mothers would group and gossip instead of watching their spawns, and sat on it.

Softly, I reached up to Seras' sobbing body and unlatched her from my neck, placing her next to me. Once again, she pressed her head to my shoulder, leaning over it and using it as comfort and a napkin. Shaking my head, I continued to make a circling motion over her back and began to sing her a lullaby.

The sun was sinking over the horizon. Its place slowly being taken by its sister, the moon, or Luna, or Selene, whatever you would call them. A small snore from my shoulder disturbed me of my singing as Seras used my shoulder as her pillow.

Her cheeks were wet in tears, and slightly caked with blood; probably from killing the bastards. I shook my head softly, my hand reached to her head to pat her softly; something that usually calmed me down as a child to either calm or sleep.

A grim smile, mixed with a grimace filled my face as I turned to the moon. I'd just fucked canon over, and I don't what to do with it.

Should I drop her to an orphanage, or somehow keep her.

The answer was clear, and I had to silently beat mine self for even thinking about it. Shaking my head, I softly put the sad bundle into a bride carry, carefully as not to wake her up as I stood from the bench, calmly walking away from the park and to the nearest orphanage.

It wasn't that much of a great choice. Plenty of things could happen from this. Seras may grow into hating me, holding a vengeance and a plenty questions of 'Whys'. She may grow still admiring me. She may not become a police. She may grow a murderer, believing in what she's done was right. She may not even become a vampire.

The last one was definitely a terrifying thought.

But it was still better than trying to somehow keep her with me. Bringing her to the NaziSide is definitely a bad idea. And I don't think I could bear that look of betrayal whence I would crush her views of mine self.

Besides, who says I couldn't visit—

Oh Holy Hells, Seras is turning me into her metaphorical Papa Wolf without her even trying in a single day. I mean, a few hours earlier, I would've and had dismissed any offer of meeting her once again. But now that she's an orphan...

How the hell did that happen?