Indigestion
Alucard groaned as his stomach grumbled and churned. His hellhound whimpered in the back of his head. He immediately summoned in and it sprouted out of his shoulder and threw up a highly mangled body of what looked to be Luke Valentine.
"Ah, no wonder my hellhounds had indigestion. They ate you." Alucard commented as his hound ate Luke again.
"Master, don't play with your food! Your hellhounds don't like it! It makes them sick as well!" Seras called from upstairs.
"Well, Luke Valentine for dinner doesn't agree with them either. So what do you suppose I do?" Alucard snapped in Seras head.
"Make him throw it back up. You know what garbage does to their systems. After that, ask Integra for permission to go to the city for some steaks and feed those to your hellhounds. That should clean them up." Seras replied.
"You're annoying, you tell me not to play with my food when you don't even eat it!" Alucard barked.
"So?"
Alucard grumbled something unintelligible and chocked his hellhound into spitting up a now, burning Luke Valentine. Then he pulled out a chain saw and processed to saw away at Luke's body and cutting it into nice, precise stripes of meat and feeding them to his hounds. As he finished, he noticed the huge blood stained carpet beneath his feet. And that his dog threw up the steaks, again.
"…Damit."