Vanessa was like honey and glass. Her lips tasted of burnt sugar and a little bit of rum. She knew her place in the Hellsing Order and the world till she met me, a girl made of ash and stone whose lips tasted of nothing at all, a woman who never found her place in the world. But Vanessa's smile made it hard to be mad. Her violet eyes always looked at me for my opinions and advice, but I never got the chance to tell her that I loved her. There is beauty in knowing your place in the world. But for me, I found my place in Vanessa.

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