-1The Vatican only had two available rooms, so Jingle and Hamtaro shared one room, while Maxwell and Dexter shared another. After showing the boys their rooms, Anderson headed back to his office to finish his paperwork. "So, where's my room?" A voice sounded behind him. Anderson clenched his jaw, "Alucard. Go. Home." He forced out through his anger. "No." Anderson spun around, fists clenched. "An' why not?"
"Solely for the fact you can't do anything about it."
"Have ah mentioned the fact that ah hate ye?" Alucard grinned, "Several times, actually."
"Whit do ye want, ye damned monster?" Alucard just continue to smile. Anderson grumbled and sat down in his desk. He picked up his pen and went to work. He hadn't been writing for more than two minutes, when a nun came bustling in, a bible in her hands. She walked straight over to Anderson and began beat him over the head with the heavy book. Anderson tried to protect himself with his hands, but it was useless. "How. Many. Times. Do. I. Have. To. Tell. You? Do. Not. Be. Late. For. Meals!" She punctuated each word with a thwack to Anderson's head. Alucard punctuated each thwack with a fresh burst of laughter. "Sister Katie worked hard to make a special Columbus Day meal and your late! Again! Your setting a bad example for the children! Now get your butt down there!" Anderson bolted out of his office, with the sister throwing the Bible and other random office supplies after him. Once Anderson was gone, the nun turned to Alucard. "And what are you doing here?" She asked. "I… presume… your… Sister Sara?" He said between his laughter. She hmphed, walking over to the desk. "You presumed right." She said stiffly. She picked up the bayonet and frowned. "If I've said it once, I've said it a hundred times. Don't leave weapons laying around, the children could hurt themselves with them. Jeez, he lives in the Vatican, not a butchery." And with that, she left, bayonet in her hand. Alucard was having trouble getting his laughter under control.
"How long do you think it will take them to get us back home?" Hamtaro asked. "I do not know, it might be a while." Said Dexter. "I don't know guys, am I the only one not buying this whole "other dimension" thing? I mean, it seems pretty far-fetched to me. That and the supposed vampires." Said Maxwell. "Oh, you say that now, Maxwell. But earlier, you were ready to wet yourself with that Alucard guy." Jingle said. Maxwell just hmphed. A few minutes later, Davies, who seemed to be the official messenger boy for the day, popped in to tell them to come down for dinner.
Once at the dining room, they sat down with the other orphans. There was an empty seat near Hamtaro and a boy leaned over to tell him that the seat belonged to Father Anderson, who was always late for meals. Hamtaro wasn't surprised by that news. From what he's seen, the priest was pretty irresponsible. Just then Father Anderson came bolting in, sporting a few bruises. Hamtaro was also not surprised that nobody seemed to bat an eye. They were all used to it by now. With Father Anderson present, they could begin Amen, which the Ham-Hams participated in, even if they weren't Catholic, just so they wouldn't seem rude. (Later, they found this out to have been one of their better ideas, as they would learn that most Non-Catholics tended to be skewered.)
As Father Anderson, Hamtaro and co. were enjoying their dinner, Alucard was generally making a nuisance of himself with the few nuns and priests not at dinner. When he got bored frightening the Holy, he went back into Anderson's office. "Hm, what else can I screw with?" Then he spied the paperwork, and he chuckled, which turned into a laugh, which turned into a downright evil cackle.