The lost composer of London

Reunited and War

A forest grew in London that night. The trunks of trees were cold steel and iron, dripping sweet gory nectar from their macabre branches. Flesh and bone tore through the victim's abdomen's and contorted into agony posed as sickly decoration for the almighty Vampire King's homecoming celebration.
"Welcome back, Count." Integra stood over the kneeling form of her servant. Dracula, armored in silver and iron, caught in a swirling pool of darkness, looked up at his master. His eyes were different from his other incarnation, more human in appearance. The last sliver of his human life, or perhaps a simple façade, Integra didn't care either way.
"I have returned, Countess."

Seras' emotions were in a state of flux at the sight of her returned master, mainly because she didn't actually see her master in front of her. Logically she knew it was Alucard, Seras had seen him explode and reshape himself into this new form, but still, she felt a great unease.
"W-Welcome back, Master," she managed to say without sounding quite as unsure as she was. Dracula's eyes swiveled to her, and Seras felt them imbibe her mind. In an embarrassing moment of fear she slid behind Integra and peered out at her unfamiliar master.
"M-Master, you have a mustache huh?" Seras traced her upper lip with her finger. Oh God, what am I doing, this is so bloody stupid! Roll with it Seras, roll with it. She contorted her face to make a sort of feline grin and kept drawing facial hair with her finger. "A mustache..."

Dracula rose and lifted a single iron-plated hand toward Seras. She instinctually assumed that she'd done something wrong, and made a true effort to look cute and not flinch. In failing that much Seras closed her eyes and awaited some horror, and was met by... a gentle hand ruffling her hair like her father once had.
She looked up to see her unfamiliar master smiling down at her with something akin to pride glowing from his face. "Seras... Seras Victoria." He removed his hand from Seras' head, and she felt a little taller than before. He said my name, she thought giddily. He finally said my name!

Dracula turned his eyes behind Seras, and saw into the darkness of a distant alleyway where a figure hid in solitude. "I had anticipated an interloper," he called out to the figure.
"Although I was expecting a man, not a specter." Seras followed her master's gaze, as did Integra who saw nothing of what would happen next.
A hooded man crept slowly out of the shadows. He was tall and lean, a match to even Dracula's impressive frame. Deep blue eyes cut out of his darkened face, set in a stern, decisive expression, and focused on the two vampires. Seras recognized him instantly; there was no doubt in her mind, not a single thought of trepidation or suspicion.
"Reece," she whispered inaudibly, and began to walk involuntarily towards him. Memories of warmth and joy completely overtook her, and she became deaf to the world. Her vision tunneled, and all she could see was Reece. Without realizing it, Seras began to dash madly towards the man.

Reece jerked back as he saw the vampire Seras charge at him. Her speed had increased a great deal since the incident on the roof. He could see her Familiar arm trailing her path, and the almost mad focus in her crimson eyes, but it was all a flash. At this distance he barely had the opportunity to defend himself, to reach into his pocket and brandish the knife he'd prepared in the event of a worst-case scenario. His fingers brushed against the cold metal of the hilt, but by then Seras was already upon him.
Seras embraced Reece with the force of a train and buried her face in his chest. Reece froze, his entire world suddenly becoming a hazy mess. He looked down, completely baffled, and stared at the trembling little girl hugging him as tight as she could like he was a security blanket to a toddler. Seras was sobbing, practically soaking Reece's jacket in what he thought were tears. Her weeping words were muffled, but he could make them out.

"Reece! Oh, Reece!" And she kept crying. Reece was numb, nearly rendered speechless. He forced words to come out of his throat.
"Uhh," he struggled. "Seras? You... Remember? Me?"
She looked up at him, and Reece was struck by her tragic visage: Seras' skin had become even paler than before, and blood was draining from her eyes. It took him a moment to realize that the blood was her tears. Seras nodded up at him, and then started to break down all over again.
"Reece," she whimpered like an abandoned puppy. "I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry. I'm sorry I hurt you and I'm sorry I hurt Bobby, and I'm sorry I forgot and that I've been gone so long. I never should've let myself forget, I'm sorry!"
"No sweetie, please don't say you're sorry, it wasn't your fault." Reece consoled his little girl, finally wrapping his arms around her. "I should have looked for you and brought you home, I was too damn whipped by the Higher Ups' commands!" Seras shrunk at the feeling of his touch, and went back to crying. Reece held her head and cooed soothingly into her ear. After a while, Seras managed to calm down a bit and step back with an awkward giggle. Reece smiled and wiped the bloody tears from her face.