[thread] The Police Girl.

[bird_0f_hermes]

Who: Seras, Alucard, open to any of Johan's menagerie (Genkaku, Johan, Nataku, Schrodinger, Nina)
Where: The Liebert Estate; Elysium
When: After Seras is mutilated by Belial and Alucard discovers he has a... 'daughter.'
Summary: Seras' un-life is in need of saving.
Rating: PG-13 for blood.
Other: Om nom nom.

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[lamiaunderlaw]

Ever since she had been laid down on the table in Belial's circus the world had faded away, the voices of the vampire and the Hatter nothing more than background noise as she sank into what could only be called a coma-like state, conserving energy and what little blood she had left. She'd been only vaguely aware as she was lifted once more and carried, how far she didn't know, only that it was somewhere she had never been before.

The gentle tap sparked an awakening in her mind and Seras slowly blinked her dulled blue eyes, gazing short-sightedly about the room but unable to make out anything more than fuzzy details amongst the flickering light. It took a few tries before she managed to speak and then it was only a hoarse whisper, "... where?"

[bird_0f_hermes]

Alucard doesn't answer, instead moving to the desk in the corner of the room and pulling something from one of the drawers before returning to her beside and seating himself next to her. He folds up the sleeve of his white dress shirt before taking the fetched object - a letter opener - and slowly cutting a thick line from elbow to wrist. His blood welled slowly, sluggish in it's efforts without a beating heart to will it like a normal human's.

He held his fingers towards her, allowing her to see droplets of blood falling from his fingers as it dribbled down his hand. "You're no longer a human. You must drink blood to survive, and since you haven't, you've been reduced to this." His eyes raked over her mutilated form painted in splattered red.

"And now, you need to make the choice. Will you drink and live? Or, will you abstain and die?"

[lamiaunderlaw]

The scent of blood not her own... even without him showing it to her, the scent cut through the air like a knife through butter. Her nostrils flared and her body tensed against the sheets of the bed, fingers flexing while she ddin't have the strength to lift her arms. Seras' question was forgotten as her body screamed for it, fighting the rags of whatever human conscience survived the trauma of the past day.

He made it sound so simple, and it was, wasn't it? One, or the other. Life or death. And she did want to live, she did. Death crept up on her in the vision of two graves, nothingness, no more warm arms and caring voices. Blood to survive...

Could she pick her own life over that of others? Dizzily she remembered what she had told the Chief, but this desire was so deliciously selfish and despite what she was now, human. She didn't want to die, those words she'd said to him down in the Hatter's circus... She didn't want to... She had to live

[bird_0f_hermes]

There was no need for verbal consent; she'd made her decision. He accommodatingly lifted her head to aid her in her efforts, placing his bloodied wrist against her mouth and gently squeezing the skin to aid the flow. Her thirst had to be ravenous after so long; he was all too familiar with such an unsettling sensation after being under lock and key for over thirty years himself.