The bird of Hermes is my name eating my wings to make me tame.

Brushing stray pieces of charcoal locks from my ivory skin, I found my thin pale lips pulled into a melancholy frown as it fell again back upon my brow. I levelled my gaze to the house of cards before me, standing almost dutifully on a small three legged table, standing so fragile yet strong, so small and pathetic, yet tall and commanding; a beautiful, beautiful orchestra of contradictions and its symphony was a plagued sound that graced my pleading ears.

I sat upon my throne forged of dead wood, soaked with the blood that sustained me, a dead throne for a no life king, spilt blood for a disgraced man.

No, no, it was not a man that sat upon his throne. Built from corpse and cadaver of innocent and dammed, of brethren and enemy, but monster, a monster with a stake poised at its heart if ever he should try defying the chains that bind his broken wings.

My eyes cast downward through tinted sunset glass, and to lily white palms hidden by stainless white leather, folded neatly upon my lap

Upon reflection I see that this existence, my existence, is filled with contradictions, stupidity and mistakes many of the last I desire deeply to correct.

"I have a name. It's Seras Victoria. Not Police Girl."

But some, though so few they may be….

"Remember than the choice was always yours…Police Girl."

I am thankful for.

My name is the vampire Alucard and a chained bird I shall for now, stay.