"What happened next?!" You bounced on the wooden chair, your arms constricted by the straitjacket that the hospital required when you weren't alone.

"I, uh..." Your sister Seras straightened her jacket as she eyed you suspiciously. "I think that's enough. The nurses said not to get you too worked up. It makes you... difficult."

"Fuck 'em!" You gnashed your teeth, "Tell me, were you bleedin'!? How much blood was there?!"

There was a knock at the door, but that was merely a courtesy. A tall orderly came in to stand over you, intimidatingly.

"Enough." He ordered.

"Ordered by the orderly." You scoffed.

"You know, for being dressed up as a doll, you certainly don't act like one." Seras sighed.

"Ah, Sera-ra, my late husband said that as well." You tilted your head side to side. "Best not to judge a book by its cover. Now, either finish your story so I can get off later, or sod off. I've got sooo much to do today!"

Seras laughed at you.

"Really? So much? In the asylum?" She stood up and nodded to the orderly. "Very well, I'll let you get on with your busy day, sister."

"Straighten my dress before you go. It gets so wrinkled with this dreadful jacket over it." You swayed side to side.

"Fine, fine. But to finish my story," Seras pulled out your minty, lacey dress that had butterflies over it. She then pulled the wings of each  butterfly to make it look as if they were flying. "It was a Knight of the Church Paladin. Father Alexander Anderson. Sir Integra told me that he was from the most powerful group under the Vatican's control; Iscariot. It doesn't officially exist. It specializes in the destruction of the impure souls of demons, heretics and terrorists."

"Sounds delightful." You moaned and writhed. "Are you sure you won't stay to finish the story."

The orderly knocked you on the back of the head, sending your hair flying forward.

"Behave." You sister reminded you.

"Take me home, Sera-ra." You whined.

"Can't. Queen's law." She sighed. "And as a policewoman, I follow her laws to the letter."

You pouted, having been knocked back. Not that it had been any kind of hard; but you didn't like it regardless.

"Alright, dear sister. I shall come see you again when I have time. Don't get in any more trouble. I can't always come smooth things over with the doctors and nurses." She sighed and slowly began to walk away.

"Fuck 'em." You muttered.

"And your language..." She smiled. "Always so dirty."

You smirked back. It was kind of your trademark; look like a doll, talk like a sailor.

"I quite like this... transformation you've had, sister." You added as she walked out the door. "Might have to have one myself, don't you think?"

Seras shook her head as she closed the door. She certainly hoped that you wouldn't become a vampire. Despite the benefits, the drawbacks were substantial. That, and it was a bit traumatic how she, herself, had gone about it.

For now, she wanted to spare her younger sister. And so she returned to her master and you returned to the loneliness of the empty asylum room.