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"I have returned, my master." Alucard bowed at the waist, standing in front of a man perched behind a large desk.
Olivia peeked around his leg and was surprised to see Sir Hellsing, whom she assumed to be an elderly gentleman, was in fact a young man with blonde hair and vibrant green eyes. He looked to be in his early twenties and wore a neatly pressed gray suit.
That, however, was the only clean thing about him.
His office was an utter pigsty with various books and documents scattered about along with dirty crockery stacked in every corner.
Olivia's nose wrinkled in disgust, finding someone's workplace to be a representation of their work ethics. If Sir Hellsing ran his organization the same way he ran his office, then she feared she might be placing her future in the wrong hands.
"So I see." Arthur replied, his hands clasped in front of him. "I trust you found and dealt with the vampire whose been roaming around Cotswolds* like I ordered you to."
"Of course." Alucard gave a cocky smirk. "I found the pest in Northleach. It took a single bullet, and there was only one survivor."
Arthur's left eyebrow twitched in annoyance, as his knuckles slowly turned white.
"I thought I ordered you to leave no survivors, Alucard. You know perfectly well that survivor could turn into a ghoul!" He slammed his fists onto his desk, causing only Olivia to jump back in fright. "I order you to go find and eliminate them!"
"That won't be necessary, Sir Hellsing." Olivia felt her feet leave the floor once again as Alucard grabbed her by the neck of her dress and brandished her forward like a prize goose. "She is right here, safe and sound."
"J-Jó estét…*" She awkwardly waved, a nervous smile on her lips. "Örvendek,….Sir Hellsing*."
"Bloody hell, Alucard!" Arthur shot out of his chair, making Olivia wince involuntarily. "That is a little girl! And she is covered in blood! What the hell did you do?!"
Olivia had no idea what he was saying but it obviously wasn't good from how Sir Hellsing's veins were popping out of his forehead.
"I didn't do a thing, Master." Alucard chuckled, enjoying it whenever Arthur lost his temper. "Her family was butchered by that vampire. It painted the walls with their blood and used their organs as decoration. And you know what this child did?" He shook her back and forth, emitting a small squeal from Olivia. "She fought it when nothing more than a toy slingshot and a handful of marbles. And even after running out of ammunition, she didn't back down and tried to fight it off with her measly fists."
"So you brought her here?!"
"She came here on her own free will." Alucard fired back, that smile never leaving his face. "Go ahead and ask her yourself, Master."
Olivia was grateful when he placed her back on the ground instead of dropping her like before and observed as Arthur came from around his desk and knelt in front of her.
"Hello, young lady." He greeted in Hungarian, nearly making her weep in joy. "May I ask who you are?"
"I'm Olivia Emese Song." She curtsied, figuring since he was a 'Sir' and lived in a huge mansion that he must be a noble. Therefore she had to act like a lady and bring forth her best manners. "It is a pleasure to meet your acquaintance, Sir Hellsing."
Arthur couldn't help but laugh at how grown up Olivia was acting, finding it to be very cute. Her face and feet were caked in blood and dirt while her once blue dress was now a reddish-brown. She also had dried scratch marks on her cheeks, and he couldn't help but wonder if it was the vampire or Alucard who gave her those.
But that was a matter for another time. Regardless of her circumstances, Olivia was a guest in the Hellsing manor, and as the lord of the house, it was Arthur's responsibility to make sure all his guest felt at ease.
"You look like you could use a bath and some fresh clothes, Miss Song." He patted her on the head, giving her a comforting smile. "Why don't you clean up first and then we can talk more, alright?"
"Ah! I-I, um, thank you very much, Sir Hellsing!" Oliva curtsied again, revising her initial impression of the hospitable director.
'He isn't a complete buffoon after all! Thank goodness!'
She yelped when Alucard gave her a hard kick in the knees, and when she whirled around to glare at him, he returned one that had 'Watch your mouth or I'll shoot you' written all over it.
Sweating a little under his gaze, Olivia turned back to Arthur and bowed her head in apology.
"Forgive me for thinking so lowly of you, Sir Hellsing. You are a responsible and caring man."
"Um…you're forgiven? I guess?" Arthur glanced up at Alucard with an inquisitive expression, receiving nothing but a cheeky grin in return. Vexed, he sighed and closed his eyes for a moment before getting up and ringing a servant's bell on his desk.
Not a moment later, there a knock at the door and a young woman wearing a long, black dress with a white apron came into the room.
"You rang, Sir Hellsing?" She asked, bowing at the waist with perfect posture.
"Martha, my love~." He cooed, reaching out and kissing the back of her hand. "Could you be a dear and run a bath from my guest, Miss Song? She doesn't speak English, so I'm relying on you to take care of her since you're the only maid who can speak Hungarian." He then wrapped his arms around her waist and drew her flush against his body. "Can I trust you to do this for me?"
"O-Of course, Sir Hellsing." Martha blushed, her cheeks almost as red as her hair. "Right away!"
'Is she his girlfriend? If not, why is he holding her like that? And what are they saying?' Olivia turned to Alucard for clarification, only to find he'd vanished without a trace.
'Where did he go?!' She spun around in circles, apprehension growing in her heart. 'Mr. Alucard, please don't leave me! Come back!'
"And please bring her to the dining hall once she is cleaned up. I have much to discuss with our guest."
"Yes, Sir Hellsing." Martha bowed and walked over to Olivia who was still searching for her savior. "Miss Olivia, if you would please come with me."
"But I…." She stopped, reminding herself that she couldn't rely on Alucard for everything and that she had to be strong. "…Alright."
Then Olivia faced Arthur and curtsied again, thanking him for his hospitality.
"But of course, Miss Song." He patted her on the head once again. "I will see you in the dining hall after your bath."
Olivia nodded before taking Martha's hand and letting the young maid led her out of the room.
But…not without giving the office one final scan for Alucard.
'Please come back. I never got to say thank you….'
Martha brought her into a large bathroom with floor-to-ceiling mirrors and a large bathtub in the middle. It perturbed Olivia slightly since it felt like her reflection was watching her from every angle.
'Is it necessary to design your bathroom like this? Do all rich people do this or is it an English thing?'
Olivia waited patiently as Martha filled the porcelain bathtub with water, making sure the temperature was just right before adding bath beads.
"This will make your skin nice and smooth, Miss Song. I am quite fond it….as is Sir Hellsing."
The suggestive undertones of her statement weren't completely lost to Olivia, and she jumped on the opportunity to inquire about their relationship.
"Is he your husband?" she blurted out, puzzled when Martha almost fell into the tub. "If so, why are you dressed as a maid?"
"M-My, my how bold." Martha stuttered, trying to compose herself with flushed cheeks. "And no, Miss Song, he is not my husband. Far from it actually."
"Then why was he-?"
"Little girls shouldn't ask such questions. Now, hurry and get into the tub before the water chills over."
Still vastly confused, Olivia allowed Martha to strip her down and help her into the tub, the warm water and vanilla scents wrapping around her like blanket.
The fragrance reminded her of her mother's perfume and how she liked to spray it on her pillow when her mother was away on a performance.
"Miss Song, are you alright?"
Martha's voice shattered the memory, and Olivia flinched as she was cruelly brought back to reality.
"W-What?"
"You are crying, Miss Song. Are you injured anywhere?"
"Oh, n-no. I'm fine.," Olivia wiped her eyes, scolding herself for acting weak when she had to be strong. "I just….got some of the soap in my eye."
Martha looked doubtful but resumed scrubbing every inch of Olivia until she was clean as a whistle. She then helped her out of the tub and wrapped a large, fluffy towel around her before draining the bathwater.
"Please follow me, Miss Olivia." Martha led her down the hallway, Olivia's soiled dress bunched up in her arms.
"Can I have that back after you wash it?"
Her father had bought it for her and it was all she had left of her family.
"I'm afraid not, Miss Olivia. My apologies." Martha didn't miss the flash of sorrow in Olivia's eyes. "But I am sure you will find a prettier dress soon!"
"That's not what I….." Olivia sighed, wiping her tears away on the towel. "I'm sure I will. Thank you for your kind words, Miss Martha."
Soon Olivia found herself sitting in the powder room, wincing occasionally as Martha brushed the knots out of her hair.
After scavenging through some closets and dressers, Martha was able to find an old, grey blouse for her to wear. It reached Olivia's ankles, so it looked more like a dress than anything else.
"Thank you for doing this, Miss Martha." Olivia peered up at her with a weak smile. "I am sorry for all the work you had to do on my behalf."
"It is no trouble at all." She chuckled, giving her hair one last towel dry for good measure. "There, all clean! Feel better?"
"Yes, Miss Martha." She hopped off the stool and pointed towards the door. "I would like to meet with Sir Hellsing now."
"Of course. Please follow me." Martha led her down the hallway and to a pair of double doors, much like the ones leading to Sir Hellsing's office.
Truth be told, she was curious what business a little girl had with Hellsing but knew it wasn't her place to pry. Those who walked through Hellsing's doors weren't of the typical kind, and judging by Olivia's state when she arrived, this wasn't an average child in front of her.
"Sir Hellsing is waiting for you inside, Miss Olivia." Martha explained before bowing. "I hope your business with him goes well."
Oliva just nodded and waited for her to leave before staring at the doors before her. Taking a deep breath, she got on her toes to grasp the knobs and pulled the doors open.
The dining hall was a large room with a fireplace in the left corner and oil paintings covering the walls. And sitting at the head of a long table that could sit 50 people or more was Sir Hellsing.
"Good evening, Miss Olivia." He greeted, gesturing for her to come closer. "You are looking much better now."
"Yes, thank you very much, Sir Hellsing." Olivia stood a few feet away, wondering if she should take a seat or not.
The decision was made for her when he pointed to the chair on his left and she curtsied before taking a seat.
"I am sure you are hungry." Arthur grinned, patting her head again. "The chef would be more than happy to-."
"Forgive my interruption, Sir Hellsing." Olivia nudged his hand away and sat up, hands on her lap. "But I would like to address the business at hand."
Arthur was taken aback for a moment before simply laughing and crossing his arms.
"Ready to skip the formalities are we?" He smirked, leaning back in his chair. "Alright then. Let's get down to business. So tell me, Ms. Olivia, why are you here?"
"I want to join your organization, Sir Hellsing."
"And why should I let you? Hellsing is not a playground for children, Miss Olivia. We are tasked with defending Her Majesty's lands from any and all supernatural and satanic threats. What reasons would a little girl like you have to be in a warzone like this?"
His tone wasn't condescending nor was his expression mocking. He actually looked intrigued by what her answer would be; this gave Olivia the courage to proceed.
"I was born and raised in a warzone, Sir Hellsing. Every day, I watched my fellow Hungarians fight to survive the aftermath of the world war while our government made deals with fascists. I watched my father be abused by our neighbors simply because he was a foreigner and listened to my mother's sobs when he came home with bruises and gashes from their assaults." It was like a dam had broken with how easily the words flowed out. "My parents moved to England to protect us and to give us a peaceful life away from the damnation sure to befall Hungary. They loved my siblings and me more than themselves and they sacrificed their dreams for our sake!" Her voice grew louder with every syllable but she couldn't stop herself. "Family was the most important thing to them and they taught me to always protect it!" Angry tears streamed down her cheeks yet she made no effort to wipe them away, her heart on the verge of bursting. "I promised to be there for my family but I wasn't! I wasn't there to protect them and now they're dead, Sir Hellsing! THEY'RE DEAD!" Olivia slammed her fists onto the table, not even feeling the sting shooting up her arms. "THAT MONSTER TOOK MY FAMILY FROM ME AND I WASN'T STRONG ENOUGH TO AVENGE THEM! MR. ALUCARD HAD TO SAVE ME BECAUSE I WAS TOO WEAK!"
Tremors racked her body as she buried her face in her hands, all the anger and sorrow she had tried to suppress coming out at full force.
"I…I couldn't protect my family, Sir Hellsing." Her voice was but a small whimper now. "I never…I never want this to happen again. I want to slaughter every one of those monsters so my family can rest in peace…and so no child will have to feel what I am feeling."
Sitting up straight, Olivia wiped her eyes and stared at Arthur with a harden gaze.
"I will become whatever you want me to be. A shield or a sword, I don't care." Her eyes blazed with a fire that made Arthur lean forward intrigued. "Your enemies are now my enemies. I will gladly put an end to their miserable lives, so please," She stood up and moved to his side before getting on her knees and kowtowing* before him. "let me join Hellsing so I may be forgiven for the fatal sin I've committed."
Arthur studied the girl bowing before him with a blank expression.
Soon, a smirk grew on his lips and he knelt in front of her, lifting her chin up with his finger.
"You know,…you are not the youngest solider I have." He chuckled, observing the hopeful glow in her green eyes. "Training starts early tomorrow morning. Don't be late."
"Then…that means….?"
Arthur nodded and drew Olivia to her feet, placing his hands firmly on her shoulders.
"Yes. It is my honor to welcome you to the Hellsing Organization,…Ms. Olivia Emese Song."
A/N: Olivia needed to get all her anger out and she is determined to avenge her family's deaths. Hopefully her anger and that fire in her eyes will continue to fuel her resolve. Anways~ she will start her training in the next chapter and guess who shows up?! He was mentioned at the end of the chapter by Arthur~! And Olivia got a glimpse into her employer's skirt chasing ways! Lol. And after re-watching The Dawn, I figured Arthur to be multilingual. Olivia will learn English very soon! Please look forward to the next chapter! And, just for fun, my tumblr blog for this fic, theloveandthedead, has art of teenage Olivia with Alucard (which is the cover art) and with Walter drawn by onisnow! Take a look if you want! :D
Translations and explanations:
Cotswolds: An area in the southern central part of England.
Jó estét: Good evening.
Örvendek: Pleased to meet you
A kowtow is when you kneel and touch your forehead to the ground.