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Upon waking up the following morning, Olivia rolled over in bed, expecting to bump against her mother's back like always. But when she was greeted with the edge of the bed, her eyes shot open and she flailed away, finding herself not in the tiny cottage but an unfamiliar bedroom with grey wallpaper and a high ceiling.
The previous night's events came flooding back to her and Olivia stared down at her hands, half expecting them to still be stained with her family's blood.
'It wasn't a dream….My family….they're dead…and I'm still here.'
After her meeting with Sir Hellsing, he had personally escorted her to the guest wing of the manor. The room Arthur had given her was bare, save for a bed, a stool, a dresser, and an oval mirror and clock perched on the wall.
A part of Olivia wanted to ask him if she could redecorate it and if she could have some dolls to play with. But she held her tongue and thanked him before biding her boss good night.
She was a soldier of Hellsing now, and soldiers do not play with dolls.
Rubbing her weary face, Olivia glanced up at the clock and saw it was a quarter to seven. Sir Hellsing had ordered her to be ready by seven and to meet him in the dining hall to begin her first day.
The carpet was soft under her feet, and she couldn't help but dig her toes into the fabric as she made her bed.
It was a king sized bed, much too big for someone of her size to sleep in and let alone make, but Olivia wanted to make sure the bed looked exactly as it did when she first saw it.
"I don't want everyone to think I'm a slob." She mumbled to herself, adjusting the pillow for the tenth time before nodding in satisfaction. "Alright, now to get ready."
She had fallen asleep in the blouse Martha had savaged up for her, yet Olivia refused to meet her boss and co-workers in the—now wrinkled—garment.
"What do I do?" She paced back and forth, running her hands through her bedhead. "I don't know where Ms. Martha is and I can't walk around looking like a junkyard possum!" The mental image of her running into Alucard in her state caused her to cover her face and squeak like a mouse. Though Olivia barely knew a thing about him, Alucard did save her life and bring her here to start anew, so she didn't want their next meeting to be when she didn't look professional.
But how could she when-?!
In her peripheral vision, Olivia spotted something on the dresser top that wasn't there the night prior. Grabbing the stool and dragging it over, she hopped on and discovered a white button up and a pair of bloomers and black dress pants were neatly folded next to a half full water basin and a small variety of toiletries. A note was placed on top of the pants saying:
These were the best I could find in your size, so I do hope they fit. And the bloomers are an old pair from my little girl days. I will take you out shopping for more suitable clothes later, along with some shoes for your poor feet. And please leave the water basin next to your door once you are done. Welcome to Hellsing, Ms. Olivia.
"Bless you, Ms. Martha." Olivia giggled, quickly shedding her pajamas and slipped the clothes on, surprised that were somewhat tight on her.
"Are these from someone younger than me?" She inquired, tucking the shirt tail in. "Well, Sir Hellsing did say I wasn't his youngest soldier. Hmm. I wonder what they are like."
Shaking the thought away, Olivia quickly finished getting ready. The water was warm against her cheeks and the toothpaste tasted faintly of baking soda. Even the comb she ran through her locks had a pearl handle.
'Warm water, fancy toothpaste, and shiny comb. Wow, rich people really do have everything.'
Once she was done, Olivia took a moment to behold her reflection in the mirror.
"It's my first day as a Hellsing solider," She smiled slightly at her reflection in the hopes of reassuring herself. "Anya, Apa, Akos, Mark, please watch over me. I promise to make you proud."
Hopping off the stool, Olivia lugged the water basin outside her door and gently placed it on the ground, careful not to spill a drop.
"I wonder if Mr. Alucard's room is nearby." She looked both ways down the vast hallway before turning left, trying to retrace her steps. "Would he even have a room, being a vampire and all? Maybe he sleeps outside with the bats."
She couldn't help but laugh at the image of Alucard hanging upside down from a tree branch. He was so tall that the branch might break under his weight!
Laughing once more, Olivia inspected the intersection she had found herself in and realized she was utterly lost.
'Oh my. Um…eeny, meeny, miny moe..'
Her pointer finger ended up on the hallway to the right, and she scurried down it, hoping she wouldn't be late for her meeting with Sir Hellsing.
Candles were lit here and there, casting shadows on the walls and oil paintings of important people from long ago. Olivia noticed one of the men had a hairstyle like Arthur, his stern gaze unnerving her slightly.
'He must be Sir Hellsing's grandfather.' She inched closer to the painting and gingerly reached out, half expecting the man to jump out at her. 'What is your name, Sir?'
Suddenly, a wire was wrapped around her wrist and Olivia was yanked away, her back hitting the wall.
"Ah!" She clutched her throbbing wrist to her chest and frantically searched for her attacker. "Who goes there?! Show yourself!"
"Is this it?" Olivia twirled to the left to see a boy around her age leaning against the wall with a bored expression. "This is the girl Sir Hellsing was thrilled about? Psh, she can't even speak English."
Olivia scrambled to her feet and regarded the boy cautiously, wondering who or what he was. He was dressed like her, except he also had a black vest and tie along with fingerless gloves. His eyes were a light gray—maybe a dull violet—and he had black hair like her.
The boy also was a few inches shorter than her, and she sighed in relief at that.
'At least he is not a giant like Mr. Alucard.'
"Any particular reason you are prowling the hallways?" The boy spoke up again, his eyes scanning over her. "And any particular reason why you are wearing my clothes?"
Olivia peered down as he gestured to her clothing, and she put two and two together.
"O-Oh! These are yours, aren't they?" She grinned and hurried towards him with her arms out. "Thank you so much, little boy! My name is-!"
A pair of wires dug into her wrist as she was yanked back once more.
"Don't touch me." He stuck his tongue out, flexing his fingers. Olivia could see a flash of silver wires and she was in awe of his ability, despite how peeved she was at his treatment.
"Why are you being mean to me?" She stamped her foot and stuck a finger in his face. "I haven't wronged you in anyway, and what gives you any right to-!"
"Honestly," The boy swatted her hand away with a roll of his eyes. "How are you supposed to work here if no one can understand you, stupid girl?"
And with that, he ran off.
"H-Hey!" Olivia scrambled after him, her agility skills kicking in. "Come back here and apologize, you jerk!"
The tip of her fingers grazed the back of his vest when the boy suddenly veered right and Olivia nearly tumbled over the edge of the railing.
By the time she was back on the ground, the boy was gone and she stomped her feet in frustration.
"That jerk! Just wait until I get my hands on him! I'll-!"
Her anger slowly dissolved as she realized the boy had led her to the main foyer where the dining hall was only a few doors down from.
"Oh…" She twiddled her thumbs, staring down the hallway the boy disappeared into. "Thank you,….whoever you are."
Arthur greeted Olivia with a smile as she poked her head into the room and waved her over.
"Did you sleep well, Ms. Olivia?"
"Yes, Sir." She bowed at the waist. "I thank you for the opportunity you have given me."
"Well, if you want to thank me, you will take a seat and eat breakfast so you don't pass out at training. You have a lot to learn if you want to properly serve Hellsing."
"Yes, Sir." She bowed again before taking the seat to his left.
A small buffet had been set across their edge of the table ranging from scrambled eggs to….to…
"Is that…salami?" Her stomach growled and her mouth watered at the sight of her breakfast favorite.
"It is." Arthur chuckled, placing five slabs on her plate with his fork along with some eggs and toast. "Eat up, Ms. Olivia. You have a long day ahead of you."
She grinned and nodded before digging in, every single morsel like heaven to her taste buds. Of course, nothing could compare to her father's cooking but—No, she had to look to the future now. It was time to dry her tears and fight.
"Does it suit your taste?" Arthur hummed, watching her munching happily away. He wondered when her last meal was, considering how she rejected his offer for dinner last night. Even with her baby fat, Olivia was still too thin for his tastes, and he piled another few slabs of salami on her plate.
Hellsing had no use for a half starved soldier, and Arthur intended to make this one strong. She was young and inexperienced, but she had a fire in her eyes that captured his attention. Olivia talked of laying waste to their enemies, and he could see the truth of that vow burning in her green eyes. Besides, if Alucard of all people willingly brought her here, then his servant also knew of this child's potential if molded properly.
"Thank you very much for the meal, Sir Hellsing." Olivia smiled, reaching out to grab her cup of tea.
"What happened to your wrists?" Arthur gently grasped her hands in his and inspected the angry, red marks on her wrists. "Were these here when you arrived yesterday?"
"No, Sir." Olivia shook her head, observing how warm Arthur's hands were. They were smooth and reminded her of her father's. "A little boy with marionette strings did this."
"A little boy?" He repeated, withdrawing his hands and Olivia couldn't help but whimper at the loss of contact. "Ah, that must've been Walter."
"Walter?"
"Yes," He chuckled, crossing his legs and resting his hands on his knee. "He is my butler and one of our finest demonologists."
"Oh." Olivia nodded and took a sip of her tea. "I guess that makes sense."
"And he is actually two years younger than you."
She nearly spat out her tea, covering her mouth as she forced the drink down while resisting the urge to cough her lungs out.
"Are you alright?" Arthur leaned over and rubbed her back, watching in slight amusement as Olivia tried to compose herself.
"Y-Yes, Sir." She faintly nodded, sitting up straight and clearing her throat. "I was just…surprised. I didn't expect him to be that young."
"I did say you weren't my youngest soldier." Arthur smirked, resting his chin on his open palm. "He is one of my best and brightest. The Dornez family has served mine for years, and Walter has been trained to be a soldier since he could walk."
"I see." Olivia stared down at her empty plate, feeling a bit jealous that someone younger than her was so skilled. "I guess I have to work hard to be on his level. I promise not to weigh you down, Sir Hellsing."
"That's the spirit." He chuckled, leaning over and patting her on the head. "On that note, let's begin your training."
He scooted away from the table and strutted towards the door, Olivia stumbling after him.
"Where are we going first, Sir Hellsing?"
"To the shooting gallery." He grinned at how wide her eyes became. "First, you must learn how to fire a gun, Ms. Olivia."
"I-I see." She nodded, feeling her palms sweat buckets. "Then teach away, Sir Hellsing."
'Oh Dear God, please don't let me shoot myself by accident. Or shoot Sir Hellsing, resulting in Mr. Alucard shooting me!'
"Are you coming, Ms. Olivia?" Arthur turned around to see her frozen like a statue and staring off into space. "We don't have all day!"
"Y-Yes, Sir! Coming!"
A/N: Olivia's training begins next chapter! And yes, Walter is six right now, and Arthur is 24 since I figure him to be 32 during The Dawn. Walter was a little devil when he was young so expect him and Olivia to butt heads a bit in the upcoming chapters! And Alucard will make another appearance soon! And Olivia will learn English soon since that will also be part of her training.
Look forward to the next chapter!