Hey! Another chapter! Wow, if i keep posting semi-regularly maybe people will actually read this. Anyhooo, as usual I don't own anything, unfortunately, but if you want to please leave a review as I'm not sure if y'all are enjoying this or how I can improve it. I may need help with this one... But whatev's enjoy!
Seras screamed as the spasms rocketed through her body, leaving searing hot pain wherever they travelled. The darkness that surrounded her, flooded down her throat, drowning her in shadows and gloom. Her screams didn't even reach her own ears, adding to her terror.
Eventually the pain subsided and she was able to breathe again. A strange occurrence, as breathing hadn't been essential, in any shape or form, since she became a creature of the night. Something was most assuredly wrong. And it wasn't just her isolation in the endless darkness. The air was thick and heavy, suffocating her in a smoke that had coated the mansion that night.
'Again?" she murmured, "Where exactly am I?" Seras' voice echoed around her, so clear that she was sure the sound could be heard for miles, but it was only met with silence.
She looked down at her feet only to see them bare, the normal combat boots removed in place of well manicure toes, and herself wearing a dove-white dress, reaching just above the knee and hanging by thin straps from her shoulders It hung simply, and had a cherry coloured ribbon tied under the bust as a high waistline to accentuate her curves. Her skin was no longer as pale as she had become accustomed to; it carried a warmth and glow Seras hadn't had for many years, not since her transformation.
Taking a few steps forwards Seras began to hear muffled voices from the darkness ahead; it was like listening to a conversation through a wall or from a long distance. The occasional word or phrase was obtainable, but the discussion was just too far to truly make any sense of the matter. A jumble of tones spoke at once, the closer she got the more muddled they became, and trying to listen carefully only made the sound distort and buzz, like listing to a radio with bad signal on a volume five settings too high. The sound burnt in her head and made her ears ring. Eventually it became so unbearable that Seras turned away in disgust, only to find a large oak door in front of her, a breath away from her nose. The sounds began to become clearer and quieter and Seras was almost certain she recognised them. The portal seemed familiar, but the sight of it stirred panic within her. Her hands shook as she reached out and pushed the door open. The smallest crack had ushered a torrent of light into the consuming darkness and Seras had to blink away the tears in her eyes.
Pressing her body against the wood she peered through the crack she had created and stared at what lurked on the other side. The familiar surroundings filled her heart with horror and the dreadful noises sparked nightmarish memories in her mind. It was her home, from when she was a child. The room before her was a lounge she had played in as a toddler, had Christmas parties in and where she had watched her parents die before her eyes as armed thugs broke into their home. The darkness she stood in was no longer vast and empty, but small and filled with coats and shoes. She was hiding in the closet. Outside, on the streets below, a single car drove past lighting up the room for a single moment. Seras could smell the people approaching. She could smell their fear. She knew exactly where she was. Tonight was the night her parents died.
"No…" Seras whispered "I don't want to see them go, don't make me watch my parents die!" She yelled the last part, but it fell on deaf ears, consumed by the silence. There was no one to save her from her memories. She watched in agony as her parents suddenly burst into the room, slamming the large door behind them. Her mother wore a face coated with apprehension and her father carried a gun and an expression of resolve. Her mother's arms cradled a small figure. It was a young Seras, no more than seven years of age, her eyes wide with confusion and fright. Her mother ran over to the closet and swung open the door. From her position, inside the cabinet, Seras saw her mother's full appearance, She wore a long skirt, the rim tattered and torn, where she had most likely trod on the edge and ripped the hem. Her figure was much like that of Seras', but her hair was longer and had a paler tone to it than her daughters did. Her mother also showed no recognition, nor realisation, of the woman that stood in her repository. She placed the young child beside Seras, in the closet, kissing her forehead and saying,
"There now, just stay in the closet and don't make a sound, promise me. Don't come out for anything, Mummy loves you, okay?" The expression on her face was a mixture of terror and love, Seras managed to see a single crystal tear stream down her mothers face before the wooden doors slammed shut, enclosing her and her younger self in darkness.
The young Seras curled up in a ball and cried silently, she evidently couldn't see the woman standing beside her in the closet, and neither had anyone outside noticed her presence. Seras was a ghost in her own memories. Silence filled the small space and the young girl unfurled herself so she could open the door a crack to see her parents huddled together in the centre of the room.
"No! Don't look!" Seras cried out, crimson tears caressed her features and stained her dove-white dress. But the young girl couldn't hear her, and wouldn't listen, Seras was frozen to the spot, for the second time in her life she was hiding in the closet as three men smashed through the door and shot her father through the head. The sound was loud enough to nearly burst her eardrums, and Seras cried in pain as her fathers brains painted the walls with a deep wine colour. Seras tried to jump out the closet to attack the men slaughtering her family, but the slabs of oak refused to budge. Seras' cries became higher pitched and more anguished but her yelling and beatings of the door did nothing to help the plights of her family.
The young girl beside her took a sharp breath but remained quiet, true to her mothers promise, pained teas streaking her youthful face. She watched as her mother was also executed, two shots to the stomach crippled the woman and brought her to her knees, and the final shot brought her head clean off. It was this that finally made the young girl snap. She burst out from her hiding spot, wailing for her mother to come back to her. The two men, startled by the sound, shot the closet, missing the young girl by a mile, as she ran out towards her dead parents. The bullet, whilst missing her younger self, hit Seas right in the chest, leaving a gaping hole where her heart would have been. Blood streamed from the corner of her mouth and seeped into the white dress. The ribbons cherry red began to soak into the rest of the garment, until the whole thing was stained blood red. Seras fell backwards, seemingly in slow motion, as the scene before her almost stopped and the fabric she wore pillowed out softly around her. The darkness had once again become endless shadows behind her. A fleeting thought passed through her mind, that, even as a policewoman, an agent of Hellsing, an elite vampire, she still wasn't able to save her parents.
The vision of that night faded into the distance, along with her thoughts of it, and suddenly walls began to spring up around her, Building themselves brick by brick to meet a detailed, arched wooden ceiling. Seras landed roughly on a hard stone floor, the wind knocked out of her as she landed on her back. A large glass window, to her left, allowed her to see the blood red sky and a large sallow moon.
Approaching her was a tall, but familiar, dark figure, he was wearing a large red coat, caught by some unnoticed breeze, and his red eyes were guarded by thick, dark lenses. His white gloves covered long elegant fingers, that caressed the large gun in his hands.
"Master…" Seras strained, her voice barely even making a sound, cracking and fracturing as it escaped her lips. She looked up at the man, no, not a man. He wasn't human.
She decided, in that moment, if she were going to truly die, she would get an answer to a question she had always wanted to know. Ever since she had first awoken as an un-dead monster.
"W-why…why did you decide… to save m-me?" Her words were sobs as her lifeblood seeped out of her and onto the polished stone below her. Alucard leaned in close; a playful, yet sinister, smile covered his features. He tucked the gun into an unseen pocket a removed his glasses so their eyes could meet. His features here perfectly chiselled, and angelically composed. His face was centimetres from hers; his lips kissing her skin as he whispered,
"A new experience for both of us it seems…my police girl…" before plunging his fangs into her neck and suddenly pain coursed through her veins, white consuming her vision. The last thing she saw was two burgundy eyes, staring into her own, before there was nothing but a bright white light, consuming her vision and dragging her way from him.