Embrace Your True Nature
By Daughter of the Black
Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing, but you know that I would totally let Alucard be my master…uh, well not like you really needed or wanted to know that.
A/N: This is an AlucardxSeras Fic, and is all about her fight.
Chapter One: Drop of Humanity
An empty blood pack sat on the wood table, small droplets on the floor led towards the bathroom. Standing outside you could hear the woman retching inside, and even better if you could phase through the wall. The young vampire still clung to her humanity; it was a thread she was not ready to cut. She may be forced to drink vile blood, but she tended to gag if no one stopped her. As it was, she was close to breaking, and she could not let that happen. The mirror showed a young woman with short strawberry blonde hair, and blue eyes with a thin rim of red, they never seemed to be the same shade twice though. Her lips stained a gruesome red, and her large bust heaving as she regained control of her body.
Reeling backwards as she caught her own reflection, she hit the wall. She quickly pulled the uniform she usually wore off, it had small stains on the front, and it only made her want to retch some more. She slipped her hand into the shower, searching blindly for the knob; she turned it as hot as it went, and backed up to the door. Sinking down to the floor, the girl thought about just what she was, was it really so bad to accept it and move on.
Her back against the door, she stared blankly down at the hands, that yesterday seemed so much more vibrant than today. Today, she looked paler than ever; she had to get out now, but how, and where. Did it really matter where she went, just away from this place where she was dying, or at least her last drop of humanity was evaporating. The steam from the water had encompassed the room, coating everything with a misty white cloud. Not only did it cover her body, it filled her lungs and nose, drowning her in a way. The heat made her sweat and the worry that filled every breath did too.
Finally, she managed to pull herself from the floor, and step into the shower, the breath was forced from her lungs as she moved underneath the nozzle. Gasping as the scalding water cascaded down her body, drenching her hair and rinsing dried blood from her 'breakfast' of her body. To most anyone else, the water would have driven them from the room, burning their bodies to a disturbing end. It was like fire raining from the sky, wonderful and painful all at the same time. Scentless gels and shampoos sat in bottles and jars lining the walls, the woman shuddered, scentless. No way to cover the smell of blood, but excellent if you don't want to be tracked or smelled out. That was how it was here, order and effectiveness, it was scary, she loved her master to be sure, but it was fear that kept her in line most times.
Swiftly she turned the water off and her hand snaked out the door to grasp the black bathrobe, which hung on a silver hook next to the shower. This mansion had a tendency to have men walk in on you in moments when you did not want the company. It was better to be prepared than taken by surprised as everyone soon learns. She slid a towel around her chest and then slipped her arms into the robe. Stepping into the colder air outside the sauna like shower, she shivered. Toweling her hair dry, she thought long and hard about what she had in mind. She quickly dumped her dirty uniform and towels into the laundry shoot and then walked into her room.
The sparse room was that way by choice, the only real decoration was a black coffin that lay in the center of the room, a table, and a small armoire. Skirting the coffin she was forced to sleep in, she made her way to the armoire and pulled out a large duffle, quickly she stuffed her clothing into the bag, along with shoes and her small stash of money that she had been allotted to buy things she wanted.
Her bag packed, she pulled out the few things she had not packed, a black skirt, and a red long sleeve shirt. Her tapered waist was bare, the skin up to just under her chest was bare, and the wide expanse of neck and shoulders exposed pure white skin. The short skirt came to just below her butt, and black leggings came to her thighs, her feet encased by boots that ended at her knee. A long black trench coat covered her and sunglasses that were blacker than the night which her master so loved. Settled, she slipped out of the room, into the black hall, where no one would see her, no one liked to come down this far. The woman knew of one passage that was never guarded, except by a large boulder that was fair hard to move, that was unless you were servants dedicated to the night.
Once under the moon, and the stars, the girl could breathe, the most difficult part was over, she needed only to make it across the city to her adoptive family's home, at least she had never told anyone of that place, and she was thankful for it. She walked a few miles, just to get towards the main streets and away from the lands of her imprisonment. Cars whipped past her, and the noise to her ears was unbearable, the shady figures only made her more thankful that she had thought to take the tiny pistol she had hidden from him.
She had been walking for quite some time when the sun began to come up, she quickened her pace and found the park where she had played as a child, the park that was right across from the orphanage that she had spent her days for he 13 years, until that day when she was taken to a home. Given a chance, and given a brother and sister, the pair were twins, two years younger than her. Today they would be seniors in high school, no doubt, they thought she was dead, how that must have hurt.
Maybe this whole thing was crazy, was it too late to turn back. Yes, it was, soon they would know she was gone and they would come after her, lock her up for misbehaving. Or perhaps another would find her first and kill her, put her out of her misery, stop this unending torture scene where she was forced to drink until she could drink no more. Was she crazy for wanting death when she could live forever, was this not what most wanted, to think that she had been one of those humans who had been afraid to die, afraid of her death. Really though, she had died, and the world had gone on, she was one tiny insignificant piece, one ant in a trillion. Now perhaps she could make a difference, but what she wanted and what she could do were two very different things.
That was the first chapter, sorry it is so short, I just really want to hear what you think. I hope you will forgive me for making up Seras family, I just really need this, it was weird I know, but it will be sort of humorous in the end. This is my first Hellsing fic, so be nice, don't slaughter me like Alucard would, be more like Seras. But please review I need your opinions on this idea. SO review and I will post more, oh and I am starting to think about an AU fic about AxS in high school, so tell me if that sounds cool, or not. I want it to go something like Seras was on vacation and met Alucard briefly. When he, Integra, and pip transfer to her school, trouble is an understatement. So?
Daughter of the Black