moonshadows | Sealed

“I am not as strong as my father was.” R~~~~~~ stands at the top of the stairs, in the doorway, looking down at me. “That is why I’m doing this. You know that I’ve never been entirely confident around you, and I don’t care to risk that developing into full-blown fear. I will not be the cause of Hellsing’s downfall. That is why I ask this one last favor of you.”

I have little affection for him; he is merely a tool, and not very interesting. “Orders, master. Give me my orders.”

“You will remain in this room, allowing yourself to be bound and held by those straps and these wards until the next time this door is opened from the outside. On that day…” He swallows, trembles slightly, and the stink of fear washes over me. I curl my lip as he takes a deep breath and continues. “On that day, if you do not find any of the Hellsing blood worthy …then as the last Hellsing, I will hold you released from your bonds.”

I shift a little in the ridiculous garment he has ordered me into, reminding him subtly that it would not hold me if I so chose. We both know that these simple cloth straps, no matter how numerous, would never hold against my strength, and that the wards on the door may as well be simple paint if I choose to leave. I meet his eyes, my gaze predatory and his trembling with the knowledge that at any time, I could refuse to obey and his life would be forfeit. My eyelids lower until there are only gleaming slivers. Freedom…it could prove quite amusing. Well worth a few years of boredom.

I bow awkwardly in the restraints and smile up at him through my hair. “As you command…my master.”

The door swings shut, leaving me in the darkness. The last R~~~~~ saw of me was my smile. Oh yes, I will bide my time….