He was once asked by his master why he had made Seras Victoria his fledgling. Alucard's expression of his act being a whim was a lie. The truth lay buried in his past, but now the past stood in front of him like an ethereal ghost, grasping at the edges of his sanity and threatening to rip his undead life to shreds. Seras Victoria, the girl who was destined, to torture the rest of his un-life. From the moment he laid his unholy eyes on her he cursed his already damned existence. Everything about her was right there taunting him, throwing all his regrets and mistakes in his face like a strong wind blowing in the opposite direction. It was in her lips, her nose, the curvature of her face, the gentle lines of her neck, the way her body screamed of beauty and elegance. But the most tricking thing was her eyes. Those innocent blue orbs called to him just like they had so long ago. Had it not been for Seras's short blond hair he might have made the mistake of thinking she was her. After he turned Seras into his fledgling he took to avoiding her whenever possible. Resigning his self to his dungeon to drown his sorrow in blood wine. Then the dreams started. Horrible memories from his past boiling up to the surface. On many occasions he awoke with blood dripping from his face where tears no longer tread. He tried to be rid of Seras , offering her freedom from him, but the damned girl refused to drink blood. The torture only grew. There was no way he could ever try to say her name lest he give all away and say her's instead. Police girl was a name that helped distract him from his misery, allowing him brief comfort at his childe's frustration. Then Millennium became even more active and attacked The Hellsing Manor, destroying a large number of there forces. A group of renegade mercenaries were brought in and then he had to deal with the jealousy. That infuriating Frenchman would not leave his childe alone. He was constantly wooing and trying to possess her so mych that it almost drove Alucard mad with a possessive blood lust. Had he had a weaker master, he would have certainly murdered the mercenary in the most torturous way possible. He could not bear to watch her eyes light up when she saw him. not again. Being on that ship was another thing that haunted him. Drifting to London only pulled more at the wounds in his unbeating heart. He certainly had plenty of time to reminisce, to regret, to die a little more that he already had. He had loved her...as much as any monster can love a woman. When the time came he let everything out. The slates washed clean... He was taken back to the beginning. Then he saw Seras covered in blood, excusing confidence, power, and joy. She had become a Draculina on her own. The carnage that had been shed because if her own vampiric lusts totally separated her from the woman in his head. she was not capable of becoming what Seras had become. He could finally say her name and she was so happy when he did, "Seras. My Seras Victoria." In his mind Seras Victoria would no longer be Mina Harker.