Ferne's Thoughts: Henlo! It is I, your fearless fanfiction writer, back at it again. I will be updating literally every chapter in this fic, polishing it and making it… better. So stay tuned- I've evolved as a writer in the past year. Let's get back to the news—oops, story.

When Seras had asked him to help her feed, his current situation wasn't exactly what he had in mind. hey stood together, arguing in light hisses, outside of a local tavern. It was, in fact, filled to the brim with humans filling themselves to the brim with the very best alcohol the local brewers could supply them with.

Vlad had chosen this place for several reasons, the most obvious one being that drunk humans were easier to procure than those aware of their surroundings. He had even been able to feed from somebody right in the middle of the tavern, with no interruption. It was simple, easy, and safe – exactly what his new fledgling required for a successful feeding.

Yet, despite his explanations of what she must do to survive, Seras continued to fight him on it. She stood before him now, blue eyes filled with agitation and hunger. His own were mirrored in her deep pools, filled with annoyance and losing their patience. "Dammit girl! You will go in there and you will feed!" he growled, not worrying about his voice among all of the noise from inside the tavern.

"I don't want to kill somebody! Can't I just… go find a deer or something? Wouldn't that work?" Her shoulders slumped as she pleaded.

"No, you idiot. That would not work." He sighed. "The night grows old, Seras. You must eat now, it is imperative to do so within the first hours of your transformation."

"Oh, so you've done this before?" She suddenly stood straight, hand on her hip as she glared at him. "You've turned some other poor soul into a killer?"

"You were already a killer!" he yelled. She huffed in response. "For God's sake, I'll go in there myself and get you something. How's that?" She turned away from him, towards the darkness of the fields surrounding the tavern.

"Whatever. I won't-"

"You will!" He pointed a finger down towards her face. "You will, and you won't complain about it!" He stomped towards the doors, shadow growing longer as he grew closer to the orange light shining from under the heavy wooden doors. It had been four hours since she had been turned, and any regret he had felt in turning her had evolved into regret for turning her because she was so damn stubborn. He pushed hair back from his face, fingers aching to rip it out in his frustration.

It had been so long since he had last turned somebody, and even that was an accident. It was hard enough to learn how to care for a fledgling for the first time, and now he had to do it all again. His first one, however, wasn't as immediately aggravating as Seras was. Her stubbornness was oddly endearing to him, though. Annoying, but endearing. He cared for her, of course. That was probably why, he thought, as he focused on the task at hand. He entered the tavern, the loud sound of bustling humans and their drunkenness filled his ears.

He wanted to find somebody who wasn't too drunk. He didn't need her drunk as well, but he would take what he could find. Maybe, he thought, I should just find somebody and glamour them? Perhaps that would be even simpler, easier for her first meal? He took a seat at the bar and looked out over the crowd of humans. Their heartbeats were nearly overwhelming, the heady sound of their pulses through their veins, thick with sickly sweet essence. He could smell their intoxication, their lust, their blood.

His eyes fell upon a young man sitting in the corner of the place, drink in hand and nervousness plastered upon his face. Vlad focused on him and found that he wasn't drunk at all. He entered his mind, and after pushing through the human's weak boundaries, he read his racing thoughts. The boy was there, waiting on a woman who was yet to show up. He was all alone. Defenseless. Perfect. A smile slowly spread across his face as he stood and walked over to his prey.

Seras stood out in the dark. It was nearly impossible to contain herself among all of the sounds surrounding her. She could hear every breath, every sigh, every thump of a glass hitting a table. The sheer greatness of every detail was making her sick. She began to breathe shallowly, feeling her body fall against the stone wall of the building. With her body in contact with the cool stone, she felt the shock of the energy run through her being. She quickly jumped away from the wall and sat on the ground.

Overwhelmed, she began to cry. She tucked her head into her legs and rocked back and forth, hot tears spilling down her chilled cheeks. The air she sucked into her lungs was both warm and cold at the same time. She looked towards the star-scattered sky and closed her eyes. Even the quiet twinkling of the stars overwhelmed her.

When she was fighting with Vlad, she hadn't even payed any attention to all of the… world around her. She hadn't the time to. Now that she was alone, she couldn't not pay attention to it. She was flying on another realm of consciousness, one she felt she couldn't handle. How does he do it? She thought. How does he live with all of this surrounding him? She laid down fully on the ground and wiped her tears. As she looked towards her now wet hand, she saw that her tears weren't tears at all. They were blood. She gasped at the revelation, and as she was about to wiped her blood-tears on her dress, something inside her cried out not to do so. Something cried out within her not to waste it. So she brought her hand to her mouth, tongue tentatively sliding across the red tips of her fingers.

As the blood touched her tongue, she immediately recoiled. It was unlike anything she'd ever tasted before. It didn't taste like the blood she'd tasted before. It tasted… multi-dimensional. She could taste both a sweetness and a bitterness within it. She had the sudden urge to bite into her own wrist and drink her own blood, the sudden urge to satiate her hunger with herself. But that wouldn't work, she cried out in her mind. I'd still be hungry, wouldn't I? Wouldn't it just… recycle back forever? She laid there, thinking of the intricacies surrounding drinking her own blood as the door to the tavern opened, lighting up her spot on the ground.

Vlad exited with the boy in tow. It was unsurprisingly easy to glamour such a vulnerable human. As he made his way through the doors, he found Seras laying on the ground, staring at her hand in deep thought. He approached her and got down on a knee to get closer to her. She had been crying, tears of crimson still wet upon her cheek.

"Oh come now," his voice low and silky as he spoke. "You certainly can't be that hungry, Seras." She turned to him with a small jump, seemingly unaware of his presence until he spoke. She stammered before sitting up, wiping the remnants of her tears from her cheeks.

"No, certainly not," she laughed lightly. Her eyes met his before reaching those of the young boy he'd brought out. A hungry growl ripped its way through her chest and she moved to attack, body taking her from the ground unwillingly. Vlad grabbed her by the shoulders and kept her in place where she stood, several feet between her and the dazed-looking boy.

"No," he said. "Not here. We bring him home and feed there, in safety." She sighed heavily in his hands, her body trying to push its way to sustenance.

"But-"

"I thought you wanted to eat a deer, Seras, not a human. Why are you so set on feeding from this young man right here and now?" he smirked. Her eyes narrowed as she looked into his and she took a deep breath. It took her some time to compose herself, as this was the first time she'd been in close contact to a human since she woke up.

Vlad understood this, and tried to remain patient. Once she was calm, he began to walk her to the black carriage they'd taken into the village. The boy walked behind them, unaware of his surroundings, feet moving as they were willed to. With Seras safely inside, Vlad followed. The boy came in after them, sitting directly opposite Seras. She tried to keep her gaze towards her feet, but they kept rising towards the boy.

Vlad raised his arm and draped it over the girl's shoulder, reminding her of his presence. She looked to him, and he spoke. "Once you have eaten, I will teach you some things about our kind. Things imperative for you to know now that you are a vampire." She nodded lightly, startled by the mention of her new identity. He was not looking at her, instead looking towards the distance.

"Alright. We don't have to kill him, right?" Vlad chuckled at the innocence in her voice.

"He will die. Regardless of your desire to keep him alive, he will die."

"What do you mean?"

"Later, Seras. Besides, I'll be feeding from him as well. Being drained by two vampires is surely a death sentence, don't you think?" he grinned down at her and she felt a fluttering in her chest.

They continued, in rocky silence, as the horses neared the castle she now called her home.

Seras sat on the edge of the bed. She had taken it upon herself to undress and drape one of Vlad's large shirts over her body instead of her long dress. It was rather comfortable, and she did enjoy the looks it garnered from the man she shared the bed with. As he was speaking to her, she kept her eyes on the boy sitting on a chair across from them both. Well, when she wasn't sneaking glances towards Vlad's hand, sitting dangerously close to her exposed knee.

"Did you hear anything I just said, girl?" he said, voice flat and exasperated.

"Yes, yes. Bite, drink, blah, blah." Her head rolled from side to side in her desire to stop talking and start drinking.

"No, you must listen." He turned her body towards him, forcing her to look into his eyes. "Follow whichever pulse you find most pleasing. That may be the neck, or the wrist, to start off with. I suggest the neck, as it may be easier for you this time.

"You will bite deeply. Your teeth are certainly sharp enough to slice through flesh easily, so you must be careful not to… well, not to eat the boy." As an afterthought he added, "At least not tonight. We can do that another time if you desire it." She raised an eyebrow at his serious face. He continued. "Drink until you no longer desire it, until you are satiated. You must have self-control, Seras. Remember, we are sharing." He smiled gently towards her and she returned the sentiment. "Now," he said, rising from his seat next to her and walking towards the boy. "Come."

She did as he requested and stood at his side. "Where will you be feeding from?" he asked gently. She pondered the question and followed his advice.

"The neck, I suppose." He nodded and moved to the side opposite her, bending a knee to reach the boy's wrist. He pushed up the rough cloth of the boy's shirt, exposing a steadily beating pulse and pale skin.

"Now, follow my actions." She watched him as sharp ivory teeth pushed past delicate flesh and blood pushed through the wound. She licked her lips in anticipation and desire. Seras continued watching him drink for several more seconds before looking to her chosen place. She barely had to kneel down as she lowered her head towards the boy's jugular.

The smell of blood surrounded her, filling her senses as she tried to focus on the pulse beating infront of her face. She successfully focused on the pulse, heat radiating from it so invitingly. She came closer to the point and allowed her lips to brush against it, tongue darting out to feel it better. Her breathing grew labored and she allowed her teeth to pass her lips. Trailing her teeth across the surface of the boy's warm skin, she looked back towards Vlad to see him gazing towards her. As their eyes met, she pushed her teeth into the boy's flesh.

Sweet warmth rushed into her mouth and over her tongue and she quickly gulped down the quick streams flowing from the wound she'd just inflicted on the boy. He made no sound, glamoured as well as one could glamour a person. She was thankful for the lack of response, and steadied herself. A voice brushed her rapid thoughts gently. "Calm down, Seras. Drink slowly. Enjoy it. Taste it. Feel what the blood is giving you, feel his life slip away…" She did as she was told.

She could feel her body igniting as she slowed herself down. Pleasure flew through her – a pleasure unlike any she'd ever known. It wasn't carnal, it was… it was simply pleasure. She felt as if time was slowing down and she was suddenly aware of the man who shared the boy with her. She could feel him drinking along with her, and she felt safe. She felt content eating alongside him.

She felt the life slowly slipping from the blood she was drinking – slipping away from the boy she fed from. She didn't want to stop, not when she was just getting started. She suddenly felt angry she'd wasted so much in her first few seconds. She began to drink through her anger, and once again the voice caressed her mind and told her to calm down, that it was almost time for her to stop. But she paid no attention to the voice. It returned, sounding slightly annoyed, but not angry. "Seras… You really must learn to listen to me."

She brushed the voice away and continued drinking. She felt Vlad pull away from the boy, the sound of weakly rushing blood filling her senses as she was allowed to finish the boy off herself. The last drop of blood hit her tongue and she pulled away after several seconds of trying to get more out of him. She growled, her hunger only exacerbated for the moment. She opened her eyes and looked upon the husk of the boy, instantly shocked. Horror and disgust flooded her stomach as it threatened to expel its gruesome contents. She stood and turned away, staggering backwards towards the bed. Her head was flooded as she was once again overwhelmed. She sprawled out and saw the tall figure of Vlad walk over to her.

"You did well, but you didn't listen to me."

"So what if I drank a little fast?" A sigh was heard. Suddenly she figured out what mattered as a wave of nausea overcame her. She gripped her head as random emotions fled through her body; fear, anger, pain. They were unfamiliar to her, and coupled with the feeling that she was going to puke her guts out, she couldn't help but be a little frightened. "Wha- what's happening?" she cried out, sitting up towards Vlad. He knelt down and held her, whispering in her ear. His smooth whispers were a catalyst among the screaming thoughts in her head and body.

"Blood carries life. Blood carries all the things that come with it – every feeling, memory, and experience. Either you learn to pay no heed to them, or you must take them slowly. If not, well… you're feeling the consequences of inexperience as we speak." She could hear the smirk in his voice and threw her hand out to slap him. He caught it, tightly before his grip loosened to a gentle grasp. "Now, now. It will pass." She groaned, unable to open her eyes to the now-too-bright dim candle light of the room.

As she laid back on the bed, Vlad took it upon himself to dispose of the drained body. Seras shuddered as she pulled her knees towards her chest. Vlad was right – it did pass after several excruciating minutes. She wiped away the remnants of tears she hadn't known she'd spilled and breathed out a sigh of relief. She opened her eyes, the light of the room now more bearable. She could feel an energy fill the room and looked towards the source of it. Vlad was seen entering the room and he stretched his arms in the doorway. He smiled to her.

"All better?" She nodded. "Good." He came close and stroked her cheek. She saw her bloody tears on his finger tips. "How much can one girl cry in a night?" She didn't respond. Vlad sighed and looked out towards the window to see the sky lightening. "It is time for us to speak."

"Alright," Seras said. He moved to the other side of the bed and laid down upon it. Seras followed suit and laid opposite him, their faces inches away. She looked into his dark eyes. She hadn't yet looked in the mirror to see her own.

"Now, the things I'm going to tell you you will not question. You will take them as true; they are the truths as to which you will now live. Is that understood?"

Seras considered his words. "Yes, but am I allowed to ask any questions?" Vlad nodded.

"If I have not answered them by the time I'm done, you may." It was Seras' turn to nod. "I am a vampire. I turned you as you were on the brink of death. Now you are a vampire. You must remember what I tell you next. We are creatures of terror. We are monsters."

Seras listened to Vlad speak of every facet and crevice to being a vampire for hours. She asked small questions of clarification, even though he'd told her to wait, but he didn't seem annoyed by them. The sound of his voice speaking to her so intimately reminded her of the nights they'd shared previously and she reached up to stroke his cheek. He pushed his face towards her touch as he continued to speak, placing his hand on her waist.

In the span of 36 hours, Seras had gone to a ball, been stabbed by a crazy woman named Hellsing, bled to death, turned into a vampire, and drank the blood of some poor boy – without guilt. She sat through what was nearly a textbook lecture about vampirism, masters and fledglings, mindless vampire slaves called ghouls, vampire hunters, the vampire aristocracy, and more obscure topics that threatened to make her head explode. She considered herself to be handling her new un-life very well, seeing as how she hadn't killed herself due to the sheer incredulousness of her new reality. She sighed and scooted closer to Vlad.

"Please… no more," she whined into his chest. He stopped speaking immediately.

"It's not as if you're not going to have to learn about these things."

"Yes, but not all at once! You're a terrible teacher." He laughed at her fake display of misery.

"Perhaps you're right. Fine, we shall take things in stride. I simply want you to be aware of what you are, Seras. So many have been turned with no guidance. It is cruel and terrible to be forced into a life such as this with no guidance." Seras looked up into his eyes once more and stretched up to kiss his cheek.

"You'll take care of me," she said, reassuring him of any insecurities.

"I will try my best. As I said, you are my responsibility as my fledgling." She sighed.

"I'm more than just your fledgling though." He didn't respond, but she sensed his agreement somehow. He had gone over the bond between a 'Master' and their 'Fledgling,' and she'd tried to attune her body to it as much as she could.

They held each other in their bed, bodies inching closer and closer together until they were all but conjoined. Seras nuzzled in the crook of his neck sleepily, tempted to bite him, his heady, masculine scent filling her lungs. He tightened his grip around her waist, almost in anticipation before turning to a warning. "Don't you dare, Seras Victoria." She sighed against his flesh, sending a chill down his spine.

"I'm sorry, you just… feel so nice." He kissed the top of her head. "I…" she trailed off, suddenly feeling tired. "I'm so tired." He chuckled lightly by her ear.

"Am I that much of a bore? How insulting." She shook her head slowly, eyes fluttering closed as sleep over came her. "You need the sleep anyhow."

Vlad pulled her flush against himself and pushed his face further into her fragrant hair and closed his own eyes. He felt the steady buzzing of her sleep between their new bond, lulling him to sleep with her, and he allowed himself to fall into it. It was as if nothing had changed between them. As if nothing had happened. He remembered briefly what had happened, and he vowed to himself, once more, that he would get his revenge against Integra Hellsing.

That would have to wait for Seras to adjust fully, however. Of course she would want to get revenge as well. They would do it together. Perhaps they wouldn't even need to seek the woman out; she might come to his home to try and finish him off herself and they could -

He yawned, breaking his thoughts. He breathed in an unnecessary breath and sighed, allowed his thoughts to turn blank.