The Seldom Seen
AN:No WCHB c16 yet, instead here's another one shot. What do you think, a glimpse of the future or a dream gone out of control? I'd love to hear your opinions. ^^
23: Is It A Dream Or Is It Real
"Master, my Master." Seras murmured, blood running down her chin and dripping in artful spatters to the tops of her exposed breasts, a feral look in her crimson gaze.
"Not anymore, my Seras." He admonished gently, wiping the trail of blood from her corner of her lip with his thumb and sucking it into his mouth with a pleased sigh. The tall red coated man straightened to his full imposing height and the shroud of his shadows withdrew to leave the pair in open view of the battle awaiting them. "Now, my dear, now is when you show them what it means to trifle with our bloodline." That same twisted smirk appeared on his face then, the one she recognized from her first mission as a fledgling when she lost herself to the blood thrall. A shiver worked its way down her spine and her hungry gaze raked over his form appreciatively. "Sir, yes Sir, my Master." She repeated the words, winking at him when he rolled his eyes at her cheek, before she leapt into the fray with a smile.
Her left arm dissolved into a swirling mass of blood shadow that she formed into a multi bladed scythe, swinging in destructive arcs even as bullets peppered her form. Her garnet orbs glowed brighter still as the twisted joy of taking life filled her to bursting.
A half remembered voice whispered in her ear, pleading with her; Mignonette, don't lose yourself to this monster.
Too late, too late, she was lost and gone forever, oh my darling Clementine. Seras Victoria the Vampire was her Master's Childe, and together they would be unstoppable.
Cloth, flesh, and bone parted beneath her claws, her teeth, and her shadows with the ease of a hot knife through butter. The nigh endless rounds of bullets tearing holes and chunks from her were like mosquito bites; pesky, itchy, but no threat. The blonde spun herself on her heel, and matte blades of ebony and scarlet ripped the guns from the mortals' hands, gathering them in a pile at her feet like a trophy. Yes, a trophy of war.
"Traitorous bitch!" One of the humans howled as he charged her with a silver blade, and she smiled oh so sweetly as she allowed his approach. "My only loyalty is to my Master, blood bag." Seras purred, and she struck like a cobra, backhanding him to the red mud sending her boot through his ribcage with a laugh.
Glorious! The thrill of rich, hot, blood on her skin, and the pleasure of plunging into the warm flesh over and over…
Licking some of the scarlet liquid from her cheek, the little Draculina eyed the remaining forces rallied against them with a mixture of amusement and something akin to pity. But that was just how things were; they came here to try and kill them, and they'd be slaughtered, corpses, left to rot in their graves like filth. And no one had the power to change that, because her Master wished it so.
"Seras." His voice cut through the madness and she straightened from her crouch with a giddy expression on her face as she leaped to his side with inhuman grace, "Yes, my Master?" She cooed, utterly dwarfed by the smirking creature before her.
"You are no longer my fledgling, bound as my servant, you need not call me master." He reminded, though he appeared pleased by her continued usage of the title. Seras smiled and grabbed his no longer gloved hand to rub her cheek against it, purring her response against his cool flesh. "But you are my Master. I serve you and only you, my Sire."
He flipped his hand to cup her tiny face in his palm, that smug lilt to his lips twisting into possessive hunger. "You look so beautiful, covered in the blood of our enemies, my Seras." He praised, and she felt warmth suffuse her being, a new light in those depthless pools of blood that replaced her blue eyes upon her transformation into his true kin.
"Alucard! Seras! Why?!" Another mortal man screamed at them, ruining the moment as the men regrouped to surround them, their pitiful guns pointed in trembling hands at the pair of monsters in their midst.
Seras stepped forward, and lifted her right hand to her lips to lick the blood from her thumb with a sick grin on her face, baring her fangs without shame, "Because my Master wills it."
And with that said, she disappeared in a blur of red light and screams. Blood poured like rain, amidst the thunder of Alucard's laughter. The world would be dyed in red, and all at the whim of the No Life King and his most loyal creation.