Seras stared wide-eyed at the massive television screens, cracked and covered with dust as they were, watching as her master disappeared in a cloud of blood and shadows. She felt an unusual lurch in the pit of her stomach as the connection between them dissolved, and the world began to crash down around her.

Was this panic?

It must have been. Nothing else could compare to the nausea that hit her, or the way her soul felt like it was being ripped in two.

He's not gone, she told herself fiercely. Alucard can't die! Nothing can kill him!

But there was no ignoring the glaring lack of connection. She could not feel his presence. She could not sense his thoughts. He really was... gone. She did not cry. She couldn't. The shock of it was still too strong, and a part of her felt as though tears would be insufficient. It was not just her master, or just her lover who had died. It was her reason for living that had been poisoned and destroyed.

The emptiness roared in her ears. Her throat felt dry, her heart hollow.

“Master...” she whispered, unable to tear her quivering gaze from the place where he had stood just moments before. How could this have happened? He was so supposed to be invincible! How could he just leave her like that? Didn't he know that she needed him?

“Master!” she cried out again, and this time the tears came swiftly, flooding down her cheeks as harsh, painful sobs wracked at her body. Her legs shook, her shoulders shuddered. She felt as though she was breaking apart into a thousand pieces.

Her master... her dark savior... was dead.

Dead.

Dead.

Dead.

He wasn't coming back.

She was alone.

Some one would pay.

She would kill that stuffed pig of a Nazi, string his guts across England, and leave his head on a pike for the birds to devour! And she would make him suffer through his death. Slow and torturous, the way she was going to die without her master. She would make him feel what she felt! She would make him know what he had done to her, cry the way she wanted to, cry out for mercy when none would come.

And then maybe she'd kill herself, too.