Chapter 10

Closer to God

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Approximately six months following the mysterious attack on Hellsing, Seras found herself inside of an old abandoned, Victorian style farmhouse. Although in its day it had been quite beautiful and distinguished, it now resembled something along the lines of a haunted house she could vaguely recall seeing in some of the horror flicks in her past life. Those days seemed foggy and long gone, hidden in the dusty, cobweb infested rafters of her mind. Just another side effect of being a vampire.

She took a deep and unnecessary breath as she felt the comfortable solidity of the wall at her back. For now she was safe though she could strongly sense the presence of several ghouls around the corner. She held the cold steel of her faithful Midnight against her chest for a second as she felt for the presence of the vampires also residing in the building.

Seras then smiled slightly as she felt an energy rise up inside her. She almost hated this feeling every time it came for her but there was little she could do besides letting it dominate her. Despite her hate for this blood-crazed dominion over her emotions she had to admit that it aided her battle skills to some degree.

She licked her lips as she anticipated the taste of the ghouls, no matter how rotten; and even more the taste of the vampires inhibiting the second floor. Then with the grace and power of a vampire who had harnessed her bloodlust Seras spun around the corner with her gun held out in front of her. She closed her eyes, relishing the sounds of stinging, silver bullets biting into undead flesh. She could hear every drop hit the floor and every crunch of ivory bone, a vampire's symphony. For a second the world seemed to stand still as Seras opened her crimson eyes to view the carnage she knew so well.

She suddenly came out of her trance and watched as more than half of the ghouls fell clumsily to the ground, forever staining the rotting floorboards below them. Seras realized that her gun had reached the end of it's bullets and rather than reloading, she stashed it away carefully in it's holster on her belt.

She soon lost this small moment of sanity and feral growl left her lips as she flew at the remaining ghouls standing dumb at the end of the dark hallway. She extinguished the false life within the first by tearing its heart out. She held it above her head as the sickly, red liquid of life dripped pathetically into her open mouth.

'Not as good as human.' Some part of her said with a whimper as she threw the shredded organ to the floor hard enough to completely liquidate it.

She turned to the remaining ghouls with a vengeance, oftentimes choosing to defile the body before destroying it. Within minutes she was up against the last ghoul. She dug into its stomach with her enlarged fingernails and then pulled the entire length of intestines out onto the floor. She proceeded to decapitate the corpse with a round kick to the neck.

It took her a few seconds to realize that she had effectively eliminated her pray. She immediately turned her attention to the floors above with a demonic grin not unlike that of her master's.

"Now for the fun part." She said as she propelled herself upwards with a powerful kick to the ground. After melting through the ceiling she did the same thus quickly taking her stealthily to the third floor. As soon as her boots touched the wooden planks making up the floor, she took off at a run in anticipation for her next kill, and ultimately a long awaited feast.

She broke down the door with a bone shattering kick and ran into the room where the enemy vampires awaited. She then came to a complete stop as she surveyed the scene before her. What she saw she immediately forced her out of blood lust.

"Hell no!" She exclaimed as her eyes met those of a man in red.

Alucard rose from a kneeling position, dropping the body of the second vampire of which her master had drained of every last drop of blood. Seras eyes flew to the corpse of the first vampire which was also effectively drained. Her eyes darted back to Alucard's, narrowing in anger.

"Good to the last drop." He said to her with a smirk.

"Why? Why would you do this you bastard? I worked hard for this!"

"I figured you didn't need the extra calories, my dear."

"What!" She exclaimed, stamping her feet on the floor.

"You can be - Such. An. Asshole!" She shrieked, each word punctuated with a corresponding stamp of her right foot. On the last one, her foot broke through the floorboards below with a loud crack. Seras then found herself on her back with her leg sticking down below the floor. Her accident was met with a chuckle from Alucard which effectively enraged her even farther.

She then forced herself up off of the floor and then attempted to remove her leg from the wooden grasp of the floorboards below. She glared at the grinning Alucard who had walked over to loom above her. She pulled her leg out with a load, forceful crack.

"Fine. If I can't have their blood as planned then I guess I will just take yours then." She said as bloodlust overtook her once more.

"Oh really?" He said, tilting his head downward to stare at her over the orange lenses of his glasses.

The enraged vampire, filled with confidence that she had grown strong enough to destroy her master and ultimately gain her freedom, came at her master with great force. She could feel his muscles flex against hers but she had built up so much power that she sent him smack up against a wall, pinning him down with her hand crushing his neck.

She was rewarded with a surprised widening of his eyes and in response she pressed her hand harder against his neck soon hearing the satisfying snap of his larynx. She then bared her fangs and turned her head sideways as she moved to the side of his neck.

"Police Girl, although this greatly amuses me, you are neither ready nor worthy of tasting my blood." He paused for effect as she froze. Somehow he could still speak regardless of his broken larynx. She growled at him as she resumed her dive for his bared neck.

"Goodnight, Police Girl" Were the last words she heard as he bashed her head against the wall behind him, effectively forcing her into unconsciousness.

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Seras awoke in her room with a massive headache. She couldn't calculate exactly how long she had been sleeping. She tried to sit up and was brutally punished for that as her head pounded with increased ferocity as it was bashed against the top of her coffin. After a period of patient waiting some of the pain subsided allowing for her last memories to come flooding back.

The reallocation of those events caused more pain along with a deep fear. She had done something very wrong and she knew that she would be punished for it no matter what she did.

She gingerly lay back down and stayed there for another hour even though the moon had long risen outside.

Many things went through her mind during this time. However, a large portion was spent lamenting over her situation and plotting on how to escape it. Her conclusion was that she was in life-threatening trouble and that there wasn't much that she could do about it.

Her stomach let out an embarrassingly loud complaint that made her realize that she had been asleep for several days, which meant that she had missed several meals as well. She then realized that weakness due to starvation was not going to help her if she was forced to defend herself.

With that thought Seras slowly exited her coffin and then proceeded to move towards the door. This was surprisingly difficult to her much to her surprise, however she attributed this to the lack of blood in her system.

As she reached towards the door handle she suddenly felt a cold presence enter the room. Such a presence could only belong to one person. A person who's existence was enough to send her dead body into deep shock and to make her tremble. She froze with her hand on the door handle as she heard him sit down on her desk chair.

Seras strategically knew that leaving her back facing the potential enemy was not the best of ideas and turned slowly to face him. She took an another of those unnecessary deep breaths to steady herself as she raised her eyes to his.

Alucard had arranged himself majestically upon the plain wooden chair and appeared to not be paying any attention to her at all. It made her jump as he spoke:

"Do you have something to say to me, Police Girl?"

"I'm...so sorry. I had no idea what came over me last night." She said softly, looking very much like a puppy being reprimanded.

"Your apology means nothing to me unless you understand what you have done."

"I attacked you, Master?"

"No, you let your emotions and lust take your body over. You let your bloodlust consume you." He said with an unpleasant smirk.

"So, that means that you are not moving forwards in your training. You are instead moving backwards. By letting bloodlust take your mind, you are not any better than those vampires you were sent to kill." He said, with every word his voice raised a little higher before suddenly becoming very soft.

"I have taken on a very limited number of fledglings throughout the course of my expansive lifetime. And so far they have all exposed themselves to be failures. I had very few doubts that you would be one of them and I seem to have been correct in my assumption. Hellsing has no room for vampires who are rabid and out of control. Sir Hellsing will have decided your fate by the end of the week."

Seras stared at him in shock as she felt tears begin to fill her eyes.

"I will be terminated?" She said softly. Alucard stood to stand before her.

Yes, although I do not share in Sir Hellsing's belief that you should be terminated. He smiled suddenly.

I am actually quite proud of you. If you survive you will live to become such a beautiful creation. If you learn to understand and use your bloodlust rather than to let it use you.

With that Alucard left the room, leaving poor Seras to stand there in complete confusion. She stood there for a minute trying to grasp her situation before collapsing in her coffin in complete desperation.

She realized that he must have been speaking like that because he had been ordered to my Sir Hellsing. The fact that he was proud of her in some sort of twisted way made her both happy and sad. Then for what seemed like the hundredth time she questioned the shards of humanity that governed her new life.

It took her another fifteen minutes to realize why she was so weak. She felts small itch on the side of her neck and upon inspection it turned out to mark a pair of twin scabs slow to heal. She knew from her lessons that a bite from your sire would heal as a human healed.

"You damn bastard! Leave my blood alone, it belongs to me!" She yelled feebly at nothing in particular, believing very strongly that he was wrong in his punishment.

Author's Note: I am sincerely apologetic for the delay in this next chapter. Among other things, me and Microsoft Word had a falling out after it decided to delete yet another file on a whim. I am now proudly running iWorks 2008 and let me tell you, it's a dream come true. Another thing keeping me from my habitual writing is the 'thing' called college. But once I get a hold of my life again I will write more frequently, promise.