"What's wrong, my Master?" Seras asked Alucard. He stood over the body, a blank expression on his face. He holstered Casull & Jackal without flourish and peered over the rim of his glasses.

"There's no... je ne sai quois anymore. There is something wrong with the spirit of the age, Police Girl. It's not something I can explain, but you'll understand in a hundred years."

"Yes, my Master. I look forward to it."

Her optimism was worse than a stake in the heart. "Come along, Police Girl. We will teach these mongrels how to die with style."