Whoot! I'M BACK BABY! MUHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Prompt: Are you proud of me?
"Now Seras, you shouldn't be playing with daddy's stuff like this."
Seras protested and squirmed as her gently pulled the gun out of her hands.
"I almost got it! See! See!"
She pointed to the small hole in the target as her father squinted and shaded his eyes, then grinned.
"I see it princess; look at what a good shot you are! Who's daddy's little princess!"
He scooped her up and hugged her tightly as she laughed and hugged him back.
Seras's father had taken her to his work place –the local police station– for the "Take Your Kid to Work Day" and she had somehow gotten onto the soothing range and convinced one of the other officers to teach her to shoot.
She smiled brightly at him as he put her down, and she suddenly darted forward and hugged his knees.
"When I grow up, I'm gonna be a cop just like you!"
And she meant it.
Prompt: Never stop.
Slice.
Jump.
Hack.
Kick.
Shoot.
Seras launched herself forward, her jaws clamping down on a leftover vampire's neck and greedily drawing it in, replenishing the energy she seemed to lose by the second.
Once the drained carcass fell to the ground, she blew her bangs out of the way and looked around.
Ghoul and vampire ash littered the streets amidst large streaks and splatters of blood, the buildings all in ruins or severely damaged by flames.
It looked like London had been cracked open and torn apart and now the very blood of the city ran under her booted feet.
The fires had mostly burned out by now, and she sucked in a deep, unneeded breath as she wiped her sweaty forehead.
Is today the fourth day? Or the fifth?
The seventh?
How…how long have I been doing this?
"Officer Victoria, is there a problem?"
She immediately straightened.
Integra had been even more cranky since the doctors determined that her eye was well and truly lost and was currently in the nearest operational hospital to the ruined city, forcibly bedridden by the doctors, although with dozens of computers and phones to control the situation.
She would not appreciate a negative report.
"No sir. Just catching my breath."
"Well then get moving. The official story is that some terrorists with a new kind of nuclear bomb blew the city apart and contaminated the population that it didn't kill with cannibalism problems. The longer we delay killing the ghouls, the greater the chance that some amateur cameraman or teen with a videophone stumbles onto something we can't hide."
"Yes sir."
Seras launched herself off, sweeping with her heightened senses for the slightest movement or the faintest breath.
It was beyond unlikely that anyone had survived this long of course, but it never hurt to check.
This area was clear of ghouls and vampires…for now at least.
She knew that there would be more.
It didn't matter if it took a day, an hour, or a minute, but when she was off killing them somewhere else they would creep back over the places she had already scoured clean.
It was all the military could do to contain them in London.
A single bloody tear ran down her cheek, but she shook her head irritably, forcing the emotions away.
Her hometown may be in ruins, but she needed to continue, needed to stop these monsters from spreading around the countryside and infecting the innocents she protected.
She slashed her shadow arm out, watching as it spread like a stain on the air, plunging down to the street again in a crowd of ghouls as the mayhem started again.
She would never stop.
She would never let them escape.
She would kill every last monster threatening her home until Master came home and she could protect them alongside him.
Blood flew up and spattered her face and her merciless red eyes.
All of them would die.
Prompt: Countdown.
Seras dodged the new bloke Integra had hired to temporarily replace the man who had replaced Walter, who had taken sick leave for the next eight weeks on account of his injuries.
Damn Iscariots and their damn weaponized temper tantrums.
She raced up the stairs, skidding to a halt and closing her eyes as the sun broke over the horizon, feeling the familiar sting on her skin.
I made it. 12 years today.
She half smiled, half sighed, and turned her face up to the scalding rays of the sun.
She had kept up this ritual every year since Alucard had vanished, and she had every intention of continuing it until he came home.
Sir Integra hadn't changed in the least, except her hair slowly going from honey blonde to a pale ash, a precursor to the white it would no doubt become.
She could tell her master was slowly losing hope that Alucard would return.
Now, it was just doubt.
It would probably take another decade or so for the Iron Maiden to truly stop believing that her No-Life-King would return.
Now she just found it unlikely.
Seras found it positive.
Master would come back.
That was all there was to it.
She felt the two tiny scars on her neck absently, sliding her gloved fingers under her uniform collar.
Master bit me. He'll come back.
I know it.