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- His Creation -

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He sensed her fear.

It consumed his mind when he let it. She fought bravely. He had advised her through their mental link, but the rest was up to her. The fledgling still was not what he had envisioned her to be. She still was only half of what she could be but she fought with what she had.

The day had arrived. A glorious battle awaited him in London. That playground where all his enemies had gathered and now awaited his return –

The vampire's eyes shot open. Her pain! She was close to being defeated. He felt her suffering. It was severe but she was being helped. She was not alone. "Fear not, Seras," he said into his quiet surroundings. "It is near. Can you feel it? Soon you will truly be one of us."

The day had finally come. The master vampire knew his creation would be standing tall when he'd arrive. She would be there, ready to fight at his side. He grinned.

Her fear, it turned into horrific emotional pain, hurt and loss. He felt her helplessly cry out. He closed his eyes and frowned. This was it! But it came at a price. "Drink the blood offered to you, Draculina," he muttered. "Dry your tears. They are not needed." Then she did it. He felt, he tasted it as if it was happening to him. The warm blood, it flowed over her tongue, its flavour intoxicating her. She felt ashamed for enjoying it as it filled her mouth, tantalised her taste buds, flowed down her throat and filled her body with a sensation she had never known before. Every encouraging and frustrated word he had uttered to her since turning her ran through her mind. All this had awaited her and now she understood his frustration. She understood what he had given her. This new life had been but a drink away and she had denied herself, as well as him, the pleasure of seeing it fulfilled. It took a great loss and further encouragement from a devoted soul for her to realise it.

Alucard felt her pride through her sadness and guilt.

"Yes, Seras, feel it," he said. Alucard chose not to speak to her. This was her moment, her first battle as a true nosferatu. He would give what he owed later. He would look into her now vampiric eyes and speak her full name with pride. But now, he would savour her first victory over a powerful enemy. He knew he had nothing to be concerned about, not anymore. Seras Victoria, finally, was able to stand on her own feet. And when he'd arrive, she would aid him in the biggest battle he would partake in since decades ago. She was ready and just in time. He smiled and relaxed in his seat. Two were so much better than one. If the Nazis could have hordes of FREAKS then why couldn't Hellsing have another true vampire?

But just one. Yes, that was all it took. Just one to aid him as he faced his foes. Just Seras Victoria was needed. Just one little police girl made all the difference.

Soon he would join them – his enemies, his human master, and his kin. It would be glorious. Who knew what the outcome of that battle would be but was it not so much better having her around? He almost felt bad for the Nazis. They needed hundreds when Hellsing only needed one more – his Seras Victoria.

His loyal servant.

His creation.

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A/N: I know it's not much, but yes.

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