Hellsing Fan Fiction ❯ Divine Retribution ❯ Chapter 6 ( Chapter 6 )
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By: flowers 
Chapter 6
Anime/Manga: Hellsing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 02.21.2005 | Updated On: 02.21.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 317 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 6
Anime/Manga: Hellsing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 02.21.2005 | Updated On: 02.21.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 317 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter Six
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Seras found herself at the corner shop before she knew it. In a half an hour it would be closing so she would have to hurry. Sadly, the burlier along the way was already closed for the day. Being a night creature had its disadvantages. She greeted the clerk, strangely not recognizing him. She’d been away far too long it seemed.
Gathering the items on the list she headed for the counter. She asked the clerk if the shop carried the brand of cigar Integra smoked, of course it didn’t so she took the clerk’s word for what would be the best substitute; he was staring at her strangely all the while.
“You have the most fascinating colour of eyes,” the clerk said as he rung the items up. Damn it! She’d forgot her glasses. She laughed awkwardly.
“Well, I have a condition, I usually wear glasses, light agitates it,” she said with a wave of her hand. The young man smiled widely at her; suddenly she realized he was quite attractive.
“I think it’s beautiful though. My name is Don, do you live around here,” he asked sheepishly, she knew where this was going.
“No, I’m visiting a friend right now,” she answered, looking at the door longingly. He told her the total and she handed him the money. He paused while bagging the items in the small bag she’d brought in.
“You know, I’m done here in five minutes, why don’t you let me walk you back to your friend’s place?” he asked. She smiled and took the sack from him.
“No, that’s okay, I have to hurry back, they’re waiting for me,” she said and walked briskly for the door. She smiled at him again as she exited the shop and he looked quite crestfallen. As she walked she found herself thinking she’d missed the perfect chance.
“No,” she said out loud.
She couldn’t, especially to someone who had been so sweet and forthcoming. As she rounded the corner to her building a slight shadow caught her eye, she turned instantly to stare hard at the roof of a building across the road. There was nothing, she was becoming very jumpy lately. She entered the front door and made her way upstairs to the apartment and her commander awaiting her.
“Well, that was quick, I take it the tobacconist wasn’t open?” Integra questioned as she locked the door behind her and headed for the kitchen, where Integra still sat.
“No, it wasn’t, I’m sorry, I got what the shop clerk said was the next best thing. Well, at least what they carried,” Seras answered and started taking the items out and placing them in the respective areas of the kitchen, handing the newspaper, crossword book, and cigars directly to Integra. Integra frowned.
“What rubbish, well I suppose it’s better than nothing,” Integra huffed sarcastically while opening the pack of off-brand cigars. “Did you notice anything out of place?” she continued. Seras thought about the strange shadow but scoffed it off.
“No, there’s a new guy working at the shop, but it’s been so long since I’ve been in there,” Seras answered. Integra hummed in answer and flipped the paper open. At least tonight something could occupy her besides this giggling girl and the idiot box. Seras handed her a pre-wrapped deli sandwich and smiled.
“Here you go, I’m sure your starved,” she chimed. Integra took the sandwich and looked down her nose at Seras.
“Indeed,” she answered and unwrapped it to begin eating. She enjoyed food like this, what they had been feeding her in captivity was pleasant, but nothing like these petty things picked out of a small shop. It was roast beef; at least Seras read the list. Seras watched her eat and read the paper, somehow this was almost sensual so she quickly busied herself with picking up odd items here and there to tidy up.
Integra was most pleased that she was cleanly; she had thought the girl would be quite the opposite. Integra finished then headed for the couch, reading would be a bit more comfortable there. Quaint as this apartment was, it was very homely, she felt comfortable for the first time in many weeks at that moment.
Seras pulled a small stereo from a cabinet and plugged it in. Integra was about to disagree but the music, even though popular, wasn’t altogether horrendous so she allowed it. Seras was becoming edgy and this may help the foolish girl relax, which brought her mind to another point.
“Did you feed?” Integra said nonchalantly. Seras froze in her tracks then made her way to the armchair.
“Well, it’s not like I can pick people off like flies you know, besides, I’ve never done this before and… I guess I’m waiting for the right time,” Seras answered a bit annoyed. Her mind had been taken off that subject blessedly by the music and now it was out on the table again.
Seras picked up her weapon and began to dismantle it; this could usually occupy her for a good amount of time. Integra let out a small laugh; she’d dismantled and cleaned her own pistol at least three times that day, funny how they had something so obscure in common.
“That must be the new piece Walter had commissioned for you. May I?” Integra asked and put her paper down to extend her hand. Much can be told about a person from the cleanliness and state of their weapon. She’d left the massive handgun on the coffee table today without a second thought but now she was suddenly curious.
Seras shrugged and handed it to her grip first. Even with the slide and clip removed Integra almost dropped it from the sheer weight. “Impressive,” she mumbled under her breath. She wished she could carry such a formidable piece herself but her pistol was significant in its own right.
The entire time Integra was perusing her weapon Seras found it extremely amusing. Integra handled a weapon with grace, almost caressing it. What strange people they must be, both her and Integra to find a common bond in something so unorthodox.
Integra reached out for the slide on the coffee table to put it back in place, she wanted to feel the weapon in its complete state, but soon found it required strength she didn’t possess to assemble it. She looked at Seras over her glasses, mostly to obscure the vampire’s reaction to her lack of ability, and then she smiled. Seras was doing her best not to laugh but with the look Integra gave her she found she couldn’t control it.
“I’m sorry Sir, you know it’s made specifically for someone with inhuman strength, here, let me,” Seras breathed between her laughter and took the weapon from Integra to assemble it. After fitting the slide into place she handed it back to Integra who used both hands this time to retrieve it.
“I understand it’s quite alright. Have you practiced much with this?” Integra asked in an amused voice while sighting it, of course, toward the floor supported with her knees. Seras found this endearing and cradled her chin in her palms to watch her commander.
“Yes, I find myself at the range almost every night. Gives me something to do I guess,” Seras replied with a smile. Integra looked at her and gave another short laugh then handed the weapon back.
“We have something in common then. I used to fire off a few rounds every night until I found myself landed in a barred room,” Integra said with a slight smirk. She could use some target practice as they spoke. Seras seemed to pick up on this.
“Well then, when everything is set right again maybe we can practice together,” Seras said in a chipper voice with a heartfelt smile. She could only imagine how this whole situation affected her commander. Integra shot her a sharp look then seemed to relax a bit.
“You have a fascinating outlook on life for someone such as yourself,” Integra sighed picking her paper back up and finishing off an after meal cigar. Seras frowned; nothing she said seemed to brighten this enigmatic woman’s mood. Seras wasn’t Alucard, Integra didn’t have to answer everything with and insult.
Seras started to say something in her defence when Integra cut in. “That sounds interesting though, I may take you up on your offer. When things are ‘set right’ that is,” Integra said in bored tone. Seras closed her mouth and smiled. Sir Integra was full of surprises.
Integra found she couldn’t concentrate on her newspaper. Instead her mind was lingering on the earlier conversation. This girl was quite persistent. Offering to brush her hair, making play-dates at the firing range. Somehow, deep inside, Integra found herself enjoying the attention.
This must be how ‘friendships’ are arranged in the civilian world. Omitting the firing range of course. Integra chuckled to herself. Would she entertain this camaraderie? Or dismiss this proposal for the farce it probably was.
Yes, getting in cosy with the commander of your fleet could never hurt an aspiring soldier. Yet Seras was different, for one thing she was undead. That set her apart in strength and endurance alone. From what she’d seen of the fledgling’s interaction with the troops she seemed to blend well, making a friend of nearly every recruit.
Maybe this was simply how she was, friendly and open. Integra somehow found this hard to swallow. She’d never met anyone so easy to make a friend, especially a vampire. It was in a vampire’s nature to be secretive and alone, solitary. Integra lit another cigar and put her paper down to observe Seras.
After the brief yet telling conversation, Seras busied herself as usual with washing the used dishes and humming to the music playing. She could almost feel Integra’s eyes on her yet she pretended not to notice. What was she thinking? Maybe she had been too forthcoming.
It didn’t matter; she couldn’t change her personality, even for her commander. Integra would either have to get used to it or be her own ‘watchdog’. Seras knew even as she thought it that she could never leave Integra unprotected, but it was a bit much to try and change everything about herself to fit someone’s fancy. Integra cleared her throat and Seras turned to look at her, she was watching her, bemused.
“Seras, how is it that you are so befriending when it goes against your nature?” Integra asked in a strange tone Seras had never heard from her before. Not condescending, not angry, not even sarcastic. She swallowed hard and thought for moment.
“I don’t know, I’ve always been friendly I guess, better to make friends than enemies I always say,” Seras replied with a nervous laugh, scratching her head absent-mindedly. Integra smirked and puffed her cigar.
“Vampires by nature are solitary creatures, I can’t understand your behaviour,” Integra stated, mostly to herself. Seras shrugged then walked to the armchair and sat down.
“Don’t get me wrong, I like to be alone sometimes. I go on nighttime walks, or when I’m at the firing range late at night. Being alone all the time gets boring and lonesome,” Seras said. Integra looked at her with an intense glare.
“Lonesome, how preposterous,” she huffed, to imagine a vampire being lonely.
“Of course I get lonely, even animals do. I may not be human but I have feelings. Don’t you ever feel lonely? I’m sure you do at times.” Seras exclaimed defensively. From the look on Integra’s face and how she was leaning forward Seras could tell this wasn’t the best thing to say.
“I really don’t think that’s any of your business, vampire. I’m sure animals do get lonely but you’re not even that, you’re a monster putting on as if you were human,” Integra hissed. Seras felt as if she could almost cry.
“Well, Sir, not very long ago I was human, and that’s how I grew up. So I guess I was born thinking like a human. I had a life, with friends and a normal job. I think it’s you who can’t understand human thoughts or feelings after all,” Seras spat back at an astonished Integra. Seras put her hands over her face and exhaled deeply. She wouldn’t cry in front of Integra, she wouldn’t give her the pleasure.
Integra sat back with wide eyes. She couldn’t believe it. Somehow what she’d said hurt the girl’s feelings. What a novelty, an emotional weeping vampire! If she hadn’t been so surprised she would have been insulted by the words this girl growled at her. Instead she felt a stab of something akin to guilt.
“Sergeant Victoria you’ll have to excuse my disbelief. I’m sure this change is affecting you in ways I can’t understand. But you have to realize it’s in my nature to be interested in your transition. You’re situation is… different and intriguing,” Integra stated in a firm but soft voice. Seras looked back up at her and smiled.
“No, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have been so defensive. Why do you find it so strange that I would be lonely, or have any other emotion for that matter?” Seras asked, wanting to change the subject. Integra suddenly had a gleam in her eye and sat up slightly.
“From my studies, I have concluded that vampires exhibit a variety of emotions, none of which seem to reflect on selflessness in any way. Being a creature of instinct and self-preservation, most emotions reflect on self-centred needs and desires. Such as fear for the self, anger and a type of sadness at loss. Pride from condescending views about mortal creatures on which they feed. Arousal of a carnal nature at the prospect of feeding, for this is how the creature procreates, and a type of happiness. Never regret, guilt, or love, at least how those emotions are defined for humans,” Integra stated. Seras sat with her mouth agape.
“That isn’t true at all,” Seras, whispered, dumbstruck.
“So, now you see why I’m curious. I expected the transition to take a certain amount of time but it’s been months for you, nearly a year and still you exhibit human emotion and traits. Quite fascinating actually,” Integra finished, putting the cigar back to her lips. Seras turned to grin at her.
“So you find me fascinating,” Seras tried to say in a sarcastic tone, but it came out husky. She was surprised at herself and covered her mouth. Integra smiled and smacked her hand down on her knee.
“You see. That is a normal vampiric reaction and yet you recoil like you’ve blasphemed. It’s quite impossible to understand…” Integra huffed and pulled one leg up onto the couch. This was her thinking position Seras surmised. Somehow all of this was helping Seras understand herself better. All the reactions and things she couldn’t explain.
“Well, I can agree with some of that, like, about feeding and such, but for the most part I’m still the same person, still the same old Seras,” Seras replied in a singsong voice. This was self-affirming in a way, at least she’d kept those parts of her personality that was her, with a few ‘additions’ that Integra had explained. Integra’s expression changed to an almost sinister stare and she leaned forward again.
“Let me outline a situation for you. Right now we’re sitting here talking, being civil and interacting in a human way. Now, say for instance I sliced open my palm. What do you think the smell and sight of virgin blood would do to you?” Integra asked in low voice. Seras tensed instantly. Thought of it made her mind swirl, and the mention of virgin blood sent her into a swoon. She wouldn’t dare would she? She found her breathing becoming laboured. Integra laughed deeply.
“I can see from your reaction at my merely mentioning of this your nature come to the surface, you don’t have to answer that question,” Integra stated victoriously. As she calmed herself down Seras began to feel anger well up inside her. She flashed her fangs in a Cheshire grin and leaned toward Integra who instinctively recoiled with a bit of fear on her face. Seras could almost taste the fear her new senses read to her and found it quite satisfying. She felt as if she couldn’t control her own thoughts any longer.
“I see you want to poke fun at the lab rat, what do you think would happen if you became the test subject?” Seras droned in a low voice and leaned in closer, Integra shook her head and set her face again. She had dropped her guard around this seemingly harmless girl. Yet somehow she knew she’d brought this on herself. She wished now for that measure of control she had to execute on Alucard at times like these. She had been foolish. You can’t go around baiting free, and near starving, vampires.
“The more you say the deeper you dig your own pit, vampire. I can see you for what you truly are now,” Integra snapped, not backing down, could she master of this monster as well?
“Oh no, Sir Integral, I think it’s quite the opposite don’t you?” Seras stated. She was fighting inside herself, but the more this woman angered her, the less control she could muster. “I think we should both stop while you’re still ahead, commander,” Seras hissed through clenched teeth. At that moment she desperately willed her body to get up and walk out the door. Leave this woman to find someone of less stature to take this rage and hunger out on, yet she found she couldn’t move.
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A/N: I apologize for the abrupt end of this chapter. I found it hard to break this chapter from the next but I will be posting very soon. I want to again thank my reviewers.
flowers
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Seras found herself at the corner shop before she knew it. In a half an hour it would be closing so she would have to hurry. Sadly, the burlier along the way was already closed for the day. Being a night creature had its disadvantages. She greeted the clerk, strangely not recognizing him. She’d been away far too long it seemed.
Gathering the items on the list she headed for the counter. She asked the clerk if the shop carried the brand of cigar Integra smoked, of course it didn’t so she took the clerk’s word for what would be the best substitute; he was staring at her strangely all the while.
“You have the most fascinating colour of eyes,” the clerk said as he rung the items up. Damn it! She’d forgot her glasses. She laughed awkwardly.
“Well, I have a condition, I usually wear glasses, light agitates it,” she said with a wave of her hand. The young man smiled widely at her; suddenly she realized he was quite attractive.
“I think it’s beautiful though. My name is Don, do you live around here,” he asked sheepishly, she knew where this was going.
“No, I’m visiting a friend right now,” she answered, looking at the door longingly. He told her the total and she handed him the money. He paused while bagging the items in the small bag she’d brought in.
“You know, I’m done here in five minutes, why don’t you let me walk you back to your friend’s place?” he asked. She smiled and took the sack from him.
“No, that’s okay, I have to hurry back, they’re waiting for me,” she said and walked briskly for the door. She smiled at him again as she exited the shop and he looked quite crestfallen. As she walked she found herself thinking she’d missed the perfect chance.
“No,” she said out loud.
She couldn’t, especially to someone who had been so sweet and forthcoming. As she rounded the corner to her building a slight shadow caught her eye, she turned instantly to stare hard at the roof of a building across the road. There was nothing, she was becoming very jumpy lately. She entered the front door and made her way upstairs to the apartment and her commander awaiting her.
“Well, that was quick, I take it the tobacconist wasn’t open?” Integra questioned as she locked the door behind her and headed for the kitchen, where Integra still sat.
“No, it wasn’t, I’m sorry, I got what the shop clerk said was the next best thing. Well, at least what they carried,” Seras answered and started taking the items out and placing them in the respective areas of the kitchen, handing the newspaper, crossword book, and cigars directly to Integra. Integra frowned.
“What rubbish, well I suppose it’s better than nothing,” Integra huffed sarcastically while opening the pack of off-brand cigars. “Did you notice anything out of place?” she continued. Seras thought about the strange shadow but scoffed it off.
“No, there’s a new guy working at the shop, but it’s been so long since I’ve been in there,” Seras answered. Integra hummed in answer and flipped the paper open. At least tonight something could occupy her besides this giggling girl and the idiot box. Seras handed her a pre-wrapped deli sandwich and smiled.
“Here you go, I’m sure your starved,” she chimed. Integra took the sandwich and looked down her nose at Seras.
“Indeed,” she answered and unwrapped it to begin eating. She enjoyed food like this, what they had been feeding her in captivity was pleasant, but nothing like these petty things picked out of a small shop. It was roast beef; at least Seras read the list. Seras watched her eat and read the paper, somehow this was almost sensual so she quickly busied herself with picking up odd items here and there to tidy up.
Integra was most pleased that she was cleanly; she had thought the girl would be quite the opposite. Integra finished then headed for the couch, reading would be a bit more comfortable there. Quaint as this apartment was, it was very homely, she felt comfortable for the first time in many weeks at that moment.
Seras pulled a small stereo from a cabinet and plugged it in. Integra was about to disagree but the music, even though popular, wasn’t altogether horrendous so she allowed it. Seras was becoming edgy and this may help the foolish girl relax, which brought her mind to another point.
“Did you feed?” Integra said nonchalantly. Seras froze in her tracks then made her way to the armchair.
“Well, it’s not like I can pick people off like flies you know, besides, I’ve never done this before and… I guess I’m waiting for the right time,” Seras answered a bit annoyed. Her mind had been taken off that subject blessedly by the music and now it was out on the table again.
Seras picked up her weapon and began to dismantle it; this could usually occupy her for a good amount of time. Integra let out a small laugh; she’d dismantled and cleaned her own pistol at least three times that day, funny how they had something so obscure in common.
“That must be the new piece Walter had commissioned for you. May I?” Integra asked and put her paper down to extend her hand. Much can be told about a person from the cleanliness and state of their weapon. She’d left the massive handgun on the coffee table today without a second thought but now she was suddenly curious.
Seras shrugged and handed it to her grip first. Even with the slide and clip removed Integra almost dropped it from the sheer weight. “Impressive,” she mumbled under her breath. She wished she could carry such a formidable piece herself but her pistol was significant in its own right.
The entire time Integra was perusing her weapon Seras found it extremely amusing. Integra handled a weapon with grace, almost caressing it. What strange people they must be, both her and Integra to find a common bond in something so unorthodox.
Integra reached out for the slide on the coffee table to put it back in place, she wanted to feel the weapon in its complete state, but soon found it required strength she didn’t possess to assemble it. She looked at Seras over her glasses, mostly to obscure the vampire’s reaction to her lack of ability, and then she smiled. Seras was doing her best not to laugh but with the look Integra gave her she found she couldn’t control it.
“I’m sorry Sir, you know it’s made specifically for someone with inhuman strength, here, let me,” Seras breathed between her laughter and took the weapon from Integra to assemble it. After fitting the slide into place she handed it back to Integra who used both hands this time to retrieve it.
“I understand it’s quite alright. Have you practiced much with this?” Integra asked in an amused voice while sighting it, of course, toward the floor supported with her knees. Seras found this endearing and cradled her chin in her palms to watch her commander.
“Yes, I find myself at the range almost every night. Gives me something to do I guess,” Seras replied with a smile. Integra looked at her and gave another short laugh then handed the weapon back.
“We have something in common then. I used to fire off a few rounds every night until I found myself landed in a barred room,” Integra said with a slight smirk. She could use some target practice as they spoke. Seras seemed to pick up on this.
“Well then, when everything is set right again maybe we can practice together,” Seras said in a chipper voice with a heartfelt smile. She could only imagine how this whole situation affected her commander. Integra shot her a sharp look then seemed to relax a bit.
“You have a fascinating outlook on life for someone such as yourself,” Integra sighed picking her paper back up and finishing off an after meal cigar. Seras frowned; nothing she said seemed to brighten this enigmatic woman’s mood. Seras wasn’t Alucard, Integra didn’t have to answer everything with and insult.
Seras started to say something in her defence when Integra cut in. “That sounds interesting though, I may take you up on your offer. When things are ‘set right’ that is,” Integra said in bored tone. Seras closed her mouth and smiled. Sir Integra was full of surprises.
Integra found she couldn’t concentrate on her newspaper. Instead her mind was lingering on the earlier conversation. This girl was quite persistent. Offering to brush her hair, making play-dates at the firing range. Somehow, deep inside, Integra found herself enjoying the attention.
This must be how ‘friendships’ are arranged in the civilian world. Omitting the firing range of course. Integra chuckled to herself. Would she entertain this camaraderie? Or dismiss this proposal for the farce it probably was.
Yes, getting in cosy with the commander of your fleet could never hurt an aspiring soldier. Yet Seras was different, for one thing she was undead. That set her apart in strength and endurance alone. From what she’d seen of the fledgling’s interaction with the troops she seemed to blend well, making a friend of nearly every recruit.
Maybe this was simply how she was, friendly and open. Integra somehow found this hard to swallow. She’d never met anyone so easy to make a friend, especially a vampire. It was in a vampire’s nature to be secretive and alone, solitary. Integra lit another cigar and put her paper down to observe Seras.
After the brief yet telling conversation, Seras busied herself as usual with washing the used dishes and humming to the music playing. She could almost feel Integra’s eyes on her yet she pretended not to notice. What was she thinking? Maybe she had been too forthcoming.
It didn’t matter; she couldn’t change her personality, even for her commander. Integra would either have to get used to it or be her own ‘watchdog’. Seras knew even as she thought it that she could never leave Integra unprotected, but it was a bit much to try and change everything about herself to fit someone’s fancy. Integra cleared her throat and Seras turned to look at her, she was watching her, bemused.
“Seras, how is it that you are so befriending when it goes against your nature?” Integra asked in a strange tone Seras had never heard from her before. Not condescending, not angry, not even sarcastic. She swallowed hard and thought for moment.
“I don’t know, I’ve always been friendly I guess, better to make friends than enemies I always say,” Seras replied with a nervous laugh, scratching her head absent-mindedly. Integra smirked and puffed her cigar.
“Vampires by nature are solitary creatures, I can’t understand your behaviour,” Integra stated, mostly to herself. Seras shrugged then walked to the armchair and sat down.
“Don’t get me wrong, I like to be alone sometimes. I go on nighttime walks, or when I’m at the firing range late at night. Being alone all the time gets boring and lonesome,” Seras said. Integra looked at her with an intense glare.
“Lonesome, how preposterous,” she huffed, to imagine a vampire being lonely.
“Of course I get lonely, even animals do. I may not be human but I have feelings. Don’t you ever feel lonely? I’m sure you do at times.” Seras exclaimed defensively. From the look on Integra’s face and how she was leaning forward Seras could tell this wasn’t the best thing to say.
“I really don’t think that’s any of your business, vampire. I’m sure animals do get lonely but you’re not even that, you’re a monster putting on as if you were human,” Integra hissed. Seras felt as if she could almost cry.
“Well, Sir, not very long ago I was human, and that’s how I grew up. So I guess I was born thinking like a human. I had a life, with friends and a normal job. I think it’s you who can’t understand human thoughts or feelings after all,” Seras spat back at an astonished Integra. Seras put her hands over her face and exhaled deeply. She wouldn’t cry in front of Integra, she wouldn’t give her the pleasure.
Integra sat back with wide eyes. She couldn’t believe it. Somehow what she’d said hurt the girl’s feelings. What a novelty, an emotional weeping vampire! If she hadn’t been so surprised she would have been insulted by the words this girl growled at her. Instead she felt a stab of something akin to guilt.
“Sergeant Victoria you’ll have to excuse my disbelief. I’m sure this change is affecting you in ways I can’t understand. But you have to realize it’s in my nature to be interested in your transition. You’re situation is… different and intriguing,” Integra stated in a firm but soft voice. Seras looked back up at her and smiled.
“No, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have been so defensive. Why do you find it so strange that I would be lonely, or have any other emotion for that matter?” Seras asked, wanting to change the subject. Integra suddenly had a gleam in her eye and sat up slightly.
“From my studies, I have concluded that vampires exhibit a variety of emotions, none of which seem to reflect on selflessness in any way. Being a creature of instinct and self-preservation, most emotions reflect on self-centred needs and desires. Such as fear for the self, anger and a type of sadness at loss. Pride from condescending views about mortal creatures on which they feed. Arousal of a carnal nature at the prospect of feeding, for this is how the creature procreates, and a type of happiness. Never regret, guilt, or love, at least how those emotions are defined for humans,” Integra stated. Seras sat with her mouth agape.
“That isn’t true at all,” Seras, whispered, dumbstruck.
“So, now you see why I’m curious. I expected the transition to take a certain amount of time but it’s been months for you, nearly a year and still you exhibit human emotion and traits. Quite fascinating actually,” Integra finished, putting the cigar back to her lips. Seras turned to grin at her.
“So you find me fascinating,” Seras tried to say in a sarcastic tone, but it came out husky. She was surprised at herself and covered her mouth. Integra smiled and smacked her hand down on her knee.
“You see. That is a normal vampiric reaction and yet you recoil like you’ve blasphemed. It’s quite impossible to understand…” Integra huffed and pulled one leg up onto the couch. This was her thinking position Seras surmised. Somehow all of this was helping Seras understand herself better. All the reactions and things she couldn’t explain.
“Well, I can agree with some of that, like, about feeding and such, but for the most part I’m still the same person, still the same old Seras,” Seras replied in a singsong voice. This was self-affirming in a way, at least she’d kept those parts of her personality that was her, with a few ‘additions’ that Integra had explained. Integra’s expression changed to an almost sinister stare and she leaned forward again.
“Let me outline a situation for you. Right now we’re sitting here talking, being civil and interacting in a human way. Now, say for instance I sliced open my palm. What do you think the smell and sight of virgin blood would do to you?” Integra asked in low voice. Seras tensed instantly. Thought of it made her mind swirl, and the mention of virgin blood sent her into a swoon. She wouldn’t dare would she? She found her breathing becoming laboured. Integra laughed deeply.
“I can see from your reaction at my merely mentioning of this your nature come to the surface, you don’t have to answer that question,” Integra stated victoriously. As she calmed herself down Seras began to feel anger well up inside her. She flashed her fangs in a Cheshire grin and leaned toward Integra who instinctively recoiled with a bit of fear on her face. Seras could almost taste the fear her new senses read to her and found it quite satisfying. She felt as if she couldn’t control her own thoughts any longer.
“I see you want to poke fun at the lab rat, what do you think would happen if you became the test subject?” Seras droned in a low voice and leaned in closer, Integra shook her head and set her face again. She had dropped her guard around this seemingly harmless girl. Yet somehow she knew she’d brought this on herself. She wished now for that measure of control she had to execute on Alucard at times like these. She had been foolish. You can’t go around baiting free, and near starving, vampires.
“The more you say the deeper you dig your own pit, vampire. I can see you for what you truly are now,” Integra snapped, not backing down, could she master of this monster as well?
“Oh no, Sir Integral, I think it’s quite the opposite don’t you?” Seras stated. She was fighting inside herself, but the more this woman angered her, the less control she could muster. “I think we should both stop while you’re still ahead, commander,” Seras hissed through clenched teeth. At that moment she desperately willed her body to get up and walk out the door. Leave this woman to find someone of less stature to take this rage and hunger out on, yet she found she couldn’t move.
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A/N: I apologize for the abrupt end of this chapter. I found it hard to break this chapter from the next but I will be posting very soon. I want to again thank my reviewers.
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