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Seras' eyes snapped open, her bright crimson irises sparking with pain. She sat up quickly; fearing the vision of her parent's death would appear again. She couldn't do it; she needed to get away. The world around her was nothing but a blur of colour, shapes smudging together, distorting her vision. She didn't see that her master's form, that had been bent over her whilst she slept, until their heads smashed together with a loud crunch. She was pushed backwards by the impact and landed heavily on the soft pillows and sheets below her, groaning in pain as her skull tried to heal itself. She tried to speak but a throbbing pain in her chest stole her words. Tears began to well in her eyes.

Letting her vision adjust, and blinking away the tears, Seras eventually managed to see the she was no longer in her dreams, or the spot in the garden where she had fallen, but in her room, in the basement, of the Hellsing manor. From her current position Alucard took up a large amount of her view, but she could just about see the two figures that stood behind him over his shoulder. Both Walter and Bethany looked as though they had just witnessed something of great horror, and interest. Seras exactly wasn't sure but she could have sworn she saw a vague twinkle amusement in the teen's eyes.

Turning her attention back to her master she saw him, sat on the bed, beside her, rubbing his forehead, a pained expression on his face. Seras wasn't sure, but she was almost certain that there was a small dent in his head, but it was gone so quickly she couldn't be sure. The thought of her actually managing to damage Alucard was strangely appealing.

He wasn't wearing his coat, hat or glasses, and a quick survey around the room saw that they had been thrown into the corner, scrunched up in rather clumsy and unceremonious manner. The young draculina found this exceedingly bizarre, as her master very rarely let his appearance seem so haggard, even when he was shot to pieces in battle he always regenerated them to an immaculate standard afterwards.

"Are you okay master? Is something wrong?" For that, Seras received a look of pure astonishment from every member of the room. Not a single one of them made a sound in response, not even Alucard, who, for once, had been silenced by his little fledgling. Eventually it was Bethany who spoke first, although her voice was rather constricted and a little high pitched.

"Um, love, you may want to, umm…look…down…" The sentence escaped in staccato breaths, two words at a time. Did the vampire really not realise her current situation, could she not feel the pain? Astonishing, Bethany would have to test the limits of this one-day. Seras raised an eyebrow at the girl and began to let a small smile tug at her lips.

"Honestly I'm fine, just a passing illness, I'll be just fiiiiiinnee!" Seras eyes had eventually been pointed down only to find an incredible large needle skewering her left breast. She couldn't help it. She screamed.

"WHAT THE EVERLOVING CRAP IS THAT!? WHY IS THERE A NEEDLE STICKING OUT MY CHEST!?" her voice was panicked and she began to rise again but her masters hands pinned her firmly down to the bed. She struggled against his grip but he didn't let go until she had finally stopped being squirming and calmed down. After a while the room was filled with quiet as Seras took a moment to process the fact that a needle the size of her head was currently sticking itself into her heart.

"Can you take it out, or is it there for a reason?" she asked, surprisingly calmly. She looked over to Alucard who murmured an apology before reaching towards the needle. Seras blushed a little at the thought of her masters hand so close to her, but such thoughts were soon overridden by the pain of the needle being removed. He had tried to perform the action as quickly as possible, but there was only so much he could do as the silver spine was pulled from her flesh. Seras swallowed the scream that built up inside her, a small part of her mind reflecting on her first day where she had awoken to discover her newly found vampirism. She had screamed and yelled in fear when she found herself still 'alive' after being shot. But in the doorway had stood the grand Sir Integra giving her a disapproving look, her long, pale blond hair framing her harsh icy-blue eyes. With a tone as smooth as velvet she had stated such behaviour was unbecoming of a British vampiress, especially one under the employ of the Hellsing organisation. Seras had been so shocked by the woman's sharp words she had shut up immediately. She smiled meekly to herself; perhaps her time in Hellsing as a soldier of the night was paying off after all. Perhaps she was becoming a stronger person.

"How do you feel, Miss Victoria?" It was Walter who had asked, pulling the draculina out of her reverie. He had regained his usual composure and was busy helping Bethany put what looked like a cauldron inside a large box. The young girl in question had her back to Seras, and was quickly bustling backwards and forwards, humming a light tune under her breath that Seras was sure was from snow white and the seven dwarves.

"I'm better now, thank-you Walter. A little tired though." Seras waited silently as the room became a small hive of activity; Alucard had returned the injection needle to the young witch, neatly piled his clothes on the cramped table, and had then returned to sit on the bed, next to his fledgling. Bethany and Walter seemed to be wrestling to fit all of the odd assortments of items into the two boxes on the table. When they had eventually cleared up, the elderly retainer retreated from the room, bowing to both the young heiress and vampires before leaving.

"I'm sorry we had to stick a needle in your chest Seras…" The teen said she had turned to face them now, her face showing equal parts apology and kindness. She was afraid of the conversation that she knew was looming on the horizon. She never had been very good at bedside manner; she always ended up being either to informal or blunt.

"Um, yeah. Its fine, I guess. But why, exactly did you do that? I mean, how did I get down here?" Seras' tone was inquisitive as she looked between her master and the young girl, trying to find answers in their features. Her masters' face was blank, as usual, and far too close for comfort, so she turned to the heiress instead. The girl had a slight blush to her cheeks, but still managed to keep eye contact with her. She was sat on the table, her bare feet swinging off the edge they looked red and sore. The running around on hard stone, with no cushioning, had hurt them severely and in her hurry to complete her work she had managed to stub her toe on a table leg. The girl, however, began to speak, ignoring the pain she must have been in.

"Well, after you fainted out on the lawn, Alucard brought you down here. That answers the latter of your questions. As for the other, I got him to inject you in the heart with the vampiric equivalent of adrenaline, super adrenaline if you wish. Your vital functions were shutting down, and you were about to enter into a coma. The super adrenaline was there to put an 'oomph' back into your system, waking you up." She wiggled her fingers to emphasise her point.

"Is 'oomph' a technical term, witch?" Alucard asked sarcastically, a cruel smile snaking across his lips.

"Oh shut it, you were just as worried as the rest of us" Bethany replied snidely. The elder vampire sniffed the air in displeasure, but didn't retort.

"Okay…" Seras Murmured not bothering to ask about why her master head decided to call Bethany a witch "but why was I going into a coma?"

"Well, you see, that's where I was confused." The girl tilted her head to the side slightly in playful thought "You see you're still really young for a vampiress, so didn't think this would affect you for a good quarter centaury yet…and I also expected you master to be able to cope with the situation better" Bethany gave a pointed look to Alucard who hissed under his breath and glared at the heiress. "Anyways, it would appear that you have entered you first vampiric mating season. From what information I have gathered it affects different vamps at different times. It's a bit like a cat in heat, essentially. Am I correct Alucard?"

"Offensive comparison aside, yes, you are. Normally females of our kind will become stronger in this time, making them more able to chose a suitable mate and consume those she deems unfit." Seras' face paled, and she looked as though she may faint again. Bethany, noting the horrified look on the woman's face, quickly added

"She doesn't always do that, only if he is persistent and she doesn't wish him as her partner. And even then she may choose to spare him"

"But most do" Alucard added bluntly, much to Bethany's annoyance. She was trying to be helpful and there he was being as comforting as demented teddy bear.

"But anyways," Said Bethany, keen to change the subject "your body is very young and wasn't able to handle to change decidedly well. I hear that the first transition is the worst, and even more constricting if the vampiress still have a master." She gestured to the dark figure sitting beside Seras with a lazy flip of her hand

"Why'd it happen so early for me?"

"Well my guess is the fact that your master is from has some majorly, incredibly strong blood, these sort of things often revert back to the makers bloodline. Seeing as it is so pure, untainted and powerful, it would have sparked the transition earlier than most." Bethany smiled sweetly, her eyes sparkling with admiration and said, "It's amazing you even survived, I thought for sure you'd die. For real this time." The girl's chirpiness was odd and unsettling, completely contrasting her previously comforting composure, even Alucard wore a slightly uncomfortable frown.

"One more question." Seras asked nervously

"Shoot"

"Why do you have a cauldron in a box?" Bethany cringed slightly and scratched the back of her head nervously.

"Yeaahhh, about that…Look I'm just going to say it, I practice natural magic and herbal remedies. I'm a witch, of sorts. I was hoping to keep it a secret for a bit, so you wouldn't have such a problem trusting me, but that plan didn't exactly work out…hehe…" Bethany shrugged of the thought. "Now I'm going to have to explain myself to Integra, fan-fucking-tastick, I mean, its not like I'm in a Covent or worship Satan, I just dabble in the arts is all. That's not so bad, is it?" The two vampires blinked at her, barely able to keep up with her rapid speech.

Sighing the young girl hopped down and winced as her sore feet felt the sudden pressure of having to stand. "Well, I suggest you sleep for now, we can continue this conversation in more detail when you've rested, its nearly sunrise now anyways." She dragged to two boxes of the table and padded over to the open door way and walking through. The two vampires listened together as the slap of bare feet of stone floors faded into the distance and disappeared up the stairs and behind the basement door.