#asinot

(premise: What if they both served Integra at the same time? Like, Sanguine being the good servant, praised and favoured over the rebellious and unruly Vlad/Vermillion?)

Chained like a dog again. I would never understand how a smart woman like Integra Hellsing would be taken in by my sister's charms. Couldn't she see that even if she smiled and sniffed at her heel that Sanguine was no different than I? A monster to the end, perhaps better at hiding the fact. Where I was cruel and my tongue was laced with acidic bitterness, she spoke sweetly and always at command. Her trickery disgusted me.

'Oh Vlad, why must you fight it?'. She'd ask me over and over again. Pacing in front of my shackled form, Sanguine's crimson eyes would be wearied, sympathetic, or seemingly so. My monstrous sister had learned too well from the humans. Maybe she though she was no different from them or that servitude could exonerate her from the darkness that permeated her soul.

'I fight because we should not be scorned as nothing more than weapons and hunting hounds to grovel at the hand of our master.' I'd sneer and scoff. It did not matter how many times this happened. We were like broken records to each other--someday it will end by my hand I swear to it.

Fudge: Gratitude

It was an odd gift, perhaps a bit wry given our states of being. Though I could not eat it, I was touched by its raw definition, certainly well made but devoid of the sharp points and slick edges of a store bought confectionary.