Seras bit her lip as she stared down at the blood pack.
Her fangs grew longer and she growled.
She snapped out of it and let out a scream of rage before lashing out at the blood pack, flinging it across the room where it hit the wall.
She sighed and sat on top of her coffin, her head in her hands.
She couldn't do it.
She was weak.
She remembered what she had said to her master once.
"I feel like I'll lose something important." She murmured.
What was so important.
She chose this life.
She was afraid of losing her humanity. Afraid of becoming a monster.
But that wasn't all she as afraid of.
Seras lay back in her coffin, staring up at the ceiling, deep in thought.
Alucard strayed through her mind.
She remembered the night that he had changed her clearly.
She remembered catching a glimpse of his red eyes and feeling her heart skip a beat.
That was it.
That was why she was afraid of drinking blood.
Donated or his.
She was afraid of losing him.