Blood dripped to the floor as Seras sat alone in the dark room, the sound of crying echoed in the room. Seras sat on her bleak wooden coffin, it only serving as a reminder she wasn't human anymore.

Seras lifted her one arm to her face and wiped her eyes, only serving to spread the wet blood across her hand as she sniffed in the darkness.

"Pip…I'm sorry…." She whispered. Seras took her hand away from her face, her gloved hand was covered in blood, and in fact blood covered her entire uniform. The ripped and wet clothes clung to her unnaturally.

Her now crimson stained clothes were stuck to her, although she didn't feel like moving. Images and flashes of that night in the Hellsing mansion fed her already mourning mind, if only she had done something….if only that had never happened. But then the face of that…that woman came to her mind. Seras crimson eyes flashed in hatred, clenching her fist and teeth she wished she had something to vent her frustration and sadness.

The shadow mass of what remained of her other arm hung loose beside her, she didn't know how to reform it back to her natural looking arm the way her master does. In fact she didn't even know where it had come from. But as she sat there in the dark, with only a faint candlelight from the corner illuminating the room, Seras noticed the shadows move in the corner of her room.

The shadows swirled and expanded outward until they reached high to the ceiling, Seras neither moved nor flinched at this. Any human would be running for his life about now, but Seras had stopped crying by now and couldn't help a slight smile at her master's coming.

"Do you mourn for him still, police girl?" The dark voice of her master reached her mind through the shadows. As the shadows quit their writhing and began to form a figure, Seras looked away and whispered, knowing he would hear.

"Why do you still call me that?" But her master only laughed at her response. The sound of his boots as he came toward her through the darkness, the candle's light suddenly vanishing as he did so.

"Because you are acting like a human." He answered. Seras shook her head but still did not look him in the face.

"Can I not mourn for him? He deserves it." Her voice wavered slightly, but Alucard either didn't notice it, or pretended he didn't.

"You are a true nosfuratu (AN…how do you spell that????), you are of my blood. Yet you are still a fledgling. If you truly wish to serve his memory well, he died as a soldier of Hellsing, so treat his death as a soldier as Hellsing would. Live on and do your duty!" Alucard shouted this last part. Surprising Seras with his tone. She looked up to see Alucard directly in front of her. She blinked back her shock, and stood up to meet him.

"Yes I'm sorry…my master." She smiled, the dry blood still caked her cheek. The shadow of arm writhed in her master's presence, sensing it's creator. Alucard's eyes shot to the arm, and he reached up and gently ran his finger along the surface, Seras shuddered at his touch, so cold. But then she began to feel her arm once more.

As she looked back her arm was once again her own arm! She brought it up to her face to inspect it. Seras clenched her fist to test it.

"How…?" She began. But Alucard grinned at her and answered.

"Your shadows were born from their creator, and as a part of me I can control what is mine." Seras wasn't sure she liked what he said, but mumbled her thanks all the same.

Alucard vanished instantly from Seras' room. Reappearing in his own.

"Human's have only a limited time on this earth, they are not immortal like you and I Seras Victoria. I will wait for you to grow up, I will make you fit to be my no-life Queen."