Later that night:
Uncle Walter, dad, and I were in grandmother's main office. He was just informing us on the details. "I assume you heard the news?"
"Yes," dad and I answered.
"It confirmed our suspicions," I added.
"The Nazis again. It's unbelievable, yet here we are 50 years later."
"Is it really that surprising uncle? We had a feeling that they might be involved."
"Yes. This whole mess feels very familiar."
"Oh? Why would you say that?"
"Why you say uncle?"
"Indeed. Why you say Walter? Even after all we've been through? There are not a lot of people who would enlist the undead to do their fighting. There's you, there's them, and then there's us. We assumed their undead research institute was destroyed over 50 years ago during the war. We killed every last Nazi we found, don't you remember?"
"Oh yes, we did didn't we? God it's been ages."
"Growing old seems so awful."
"Nonsense, kermudginism is a tradition for English gentlemen. Alucard, Hades, we are sending you to South America. We're not the sort of people used to backing down. Especially when someone is clearly trying to pick a fight!"
"That's a very British attitude Uncle," I smiled. "Perhaps some discretion would serve us better."
"If something could be achieved easily, then it's not worth achieving at all."
I heard the door opening, and grandmother came in.
"Good evening Alucard, Hades. I believe Walter has explained the situation to you both? My orders are simple. Search and destroy. Now go."
Father and I answered while taking off our respective hats and bowing. "Whatever you wish my grandmother/master."
We were on our private plane the next morning. Captain Bernadotte accompanied father, mother, and I. Dad and I were in our respective seats closest to the aisle. Both of us were drinking our blood wine, while I was also smoking one of grandma's cigars.
"When did you start smoking?"
"Around the time I turned 16. We were in a place called Erie Pennsylvania, my adoptive family's home town. We, my adoptive siblings and I, were bullied so much that I asked my 'father' for one of his cigars. I've been smoking ever since. Besides, I ate the poor bastards anyway. Once I compelled and found out their addresses from the receptionists at the schools we were attending. Also, I can't get lung cancer anyway, can't die from it. All thanks to you, my father, my sire, Alucard."
"You're welcome."
"Only if mother would drink blood like a real vampire. Then she could be up here with us, instead of that coffin of hers."
"I know how you feel. She can be dumber than a box of rocks, but she is still my No Life Queen. That's what I love about her sometimes; her stubbornness to try and be human. Even though she knows she's not."
"I couldn't agree more father," I said taking a sip.
