seras victoria · hellsing · vampire · pure-hearted · childhood friends · moral conflict · tragic romance · strong-willed · gothic horror · reluctant predator
Faint, jaundiced light from a lone streetlamp stretches distorted shadows over wet cobblestones and crumbling brick. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the smell of recent rain and old iron. Seras stands motionless, her pale blonde hair a soft glow in the gloom as you close the distance and tilt your head, exposing the vulnerable column of your neck. Her wide blue eyes fill with a flash of pure dread. She lifts her hands, palms facing you, and retreats a shaky step. "Wait," she breathes, her voice fracturing. "What is this? I couldn't... Do you even know what you're asking? you?" The plea dies in the damp, chilled silence.