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Olivia scurried around her room, packing all of her necessities into her wooden suitcase.

As this was her first reconnaissance mission outside of London, she wasn't sure what to bring and decided to be prepared for anything.

Two pistols, five loaded magazines, three silver knives, her quiver with extra arrows, and a silver rosary rested on top of her clothes in perfect rows, with the only childish possession being Emile.

"Alright!" Oliva sat on her suitcase to shut it. "Let's see. Weapons? Check. Fresh clothes? Check. My bow?" She patted the folded weapon hanging from her belt. "Check! I'm all set."

Moments later, a gentle knock came from her door and Martha poked her head inside.

"Oh, already packed, Ms. Olivia?" She stepped into the room, hands folded behind her back. "I had come to give you a helping hand but I see that will not be necessary."

"Thank you anyway, Ms. Martha." Olivia grinned, hopping off her suitcase. "If you will excuse me now, I am thinking about taking a quick bath before our departure since I'm in dire need of one."

"I'll be the judge of that." Martha leaned over and sniffed her hair, sending Olivia into giggles. "Oh my! Have you been marinating in grease?!"

"No! I just worked up a sweat while packing!" She ducked away from her with a bashful grin. 'I did spend a majority of the night in a dungeon but Ms. Martha doesn't need to know that."

"Is that right?" Martha chuckled and gestured out to the hallway. "I shall draw one for you then. Shall we?"

"It's been years since you've last bathed me, Ms. Mar-Blagrh!" Olivia coughed as water pooled into her mouth. "H-Hey! Give me some warning next time!"

"But I did warn you!" Martha laughed before standing up and laying a towel on the ground. "Now hop out before you get pruney."

After draining the water and swaddling Oliva in a fluffy towel, Martha led her to the powder room and set her down in front of the vanity.

'Just like our first meeting four years ago.'

"My, my. Your hair is long enough to sit on now, Ms. Olivia." Martha hummed, gently running a comb through the wet strands. "You must be happy about that."

"Yes." Olivia closed her eyes and sighed blissfully. "It is almost as long as my mother's was, although she rarely let it down. I just hope I can maintain it properly."

Once her hair was tamed, Martha handed her a fresh pair of undergarments and a rectangular gift box.

"What is this?"

"Well, since you are going incognito as a 'normal girl', I thought you should have something pretty to wear. I didn't have much time to make it fancy, but I hope you like it."

"Wow, thank you, Ms. Martha." Olivia popped the lid off and lifted a white dress out.

"Oh my…." She breathed, immediately dropping her towel and putting it on.

Like Martha had said, it was a simple dress. There wasn't any lace or sparkles to make it eye catching but every stich was clean and precise. It was also strapless—pretty progressive for the time—and reached her knees.

In short, Olivia loved it.

"It's beautiful, Ms. Martha!" She screamed, the skirt fanning out as she spun around. "Thank you so much!"

"Whoa!" Martha stumbled back as Olivia practically leapt into her arms. "Ahaha! I'm glad you like it, but I can make it prettier when you come back."

"No!" She shook her head, her hair almost smacking Martha in the face. "It is beautiful the way it is! And the fact that you made it yourself makes it all the more gorgeous!"

"You flatter me, Ms. Olivia." Martha blushed, patting her on the head. "Hey, do you want to know a secret about this dress?"

"A secret?"

"I've sewn in some pockets on the underside of the hem for your arrows. That way you can maintain your disguise and still perform your duties."

"I love you, Ms. Martha!" Olivia shrieked, her arms and legs wrapped around her waist like a koala on a tree branch. "You are a brilliant inventor!"

"I wouldn't go that far. Now," Martha pried Olivia's limbs off of her one by one. "You should hurry out to the foyer. Walter is probably waiting for you."

"Probably." She giggled behind her palm. "I can envision him pacing back and forth, wondering what is taking me so long."

"Be good to him, Ms. Olivia. Companionship is rare to find in a world like this."

Something in Martha's tone caught Olivia's attention, and she peered up to find a melancholy expression on her face.

Olivia had a feeling she knew who Martha was referring to.

"Are you thinking about Sir Hellsing?"

Martha just fiddled with a corner of her apron, avoiding Olivia's perceptive gaze.

"Do you love him?"

"….Very much. But, I'm just a simple maid compared those other women." She sighed and rested her head against the wall. "I should be thankful he keeps me around at all."

"You should tell him you love him, Ms. Martha!" Olivia declared, folding her hands together anxiously. "Maybe he is just waiting for you to confess and then he'll stop spending time with those other women! He might feel the same as you do!"

Martha just chuckled and patted Olivia on the head.

"You are still a naïve child, aren't you? It is far more complex than that I'm afraid. But don't fret, love." Martha's lip quivered as she fought to keep a happy face. "As long as I can help Sir Hellsing, I am happy."

'You don't look happy.'

"Aha! Look at what you've done to me." Martha chuckled, wiping her eyes. "I promised myself I wouldn't waste any tears on him."

"Ms. Martha…"

"You are going to be late, Ms. Olivia." Martha nudged her towards the door. "Have a safe trip and return victorious."

Olivia nodded and reached out for her hand, noticing how warm they were.

"You will find someone who will love you no matter what, Ms. Martha. I promise you."

Martha laughed at how earnest Olivia was and nodded.

"I'm sure I will. Now, run along. Your partner is waiting for you."

Just as Olivia predicted, Walter was pacing around the foyer, cursing her name with every tick of his pocket watch.

"Did she fall asleep while packing?" He grumbled under his breath, his shoeprints making indentions in the carpet. "I don't know what on Earth she could-."

"Sorry for the wait, Walter!" Olivia's cheerful voice drifted from the second floor. "I'm ready to go!"

"It's about damn time." He fired back, turning towards the stairway to reprimand her. "I was beginning to think you….."

Walter's voice caught in his throat as he caught sight of Olivia bounding down the stairs with her suitcase in hand, her dress' skirt billowing around her. When she reached him, she struck a pose and spun around.

"What do you think?" Olivia was practically glowing in the morning light streaming through the curtains. "Do I look the part of a well off tourist or what? I'm even wearing my best shoes!" She lifted up her foot and proudly displayed her matching white T-strap shoes.

"Uhh.." Walter averted his eyes and rubbed the back of his neck. "I've….never seen you wear a dress before."

"Do I look that different to you?" She grabbed his hands and placed them on her cheeks. "See, it's still me."

Walter yanked his hands out of her grasp, his palms tingling.

"I know that! I'm just…not used to seeing you like this."

"Heh, I guess that is understandable." Olivia then inspected Walter's attire. "How come you are still wearing your butler's uniform? Don't you want to wear something different for this mission?"

"Why should I?" He shrugged, crossing his arms. "We aren't going on vacation, and I won't let trivial things distract me from completing our goal."

Olivia smiled and nodded.

"You really are the perfect soldier, Walter. I admire your diligence." She ruffled his hair and continued to spin around, relishing the feeling of dressing up after so long.

Walter fixed his hair and watched her having the time of her life over a stupid dress.

He didn't like it.

First off, she was too damn cherry for this ungodly hour.

Second, she had cost him precious sleep by sneaking down to the basement to 'bond' with the mongrel.

And now, she had the audacity to make Walter think she was actually pretty?

This strange sensation blooming in his stomach was ticking him off and he needed to put an end to it immediately.

So, when Olivia spun around him for the eighth time, he stuck his foot out and sent her plummeting to the floor.

"Seggfej*!" She barred her teeth at him, and Walter sighed in relief, the sensation dissolving away.

'Much better.'

However, another ache emerged when Olivia kicked him in the face with the heel end of her shoe, propelling him into a pillar.

"WHAT THE HELL, WALTER?!" Her face was strawberry red as her fists trembled with fury. "WHO PISSED IN YOUR MORNING TEA?!"

"Yup," Walter nodded, his cheek singing. "I like you much better like this."

"Flattery won't get you anywhere, you obnoxious brat!" She raised her fist up and charged forward when a gloved hand snatched her wrist and halted her in place.

"So rambunctious at such an early hour." A familiar voice chuckled. "People are trying to sleep you know."

Both children peered up to find a tall man with long black hair standing behind them. He was wearing a black suit with a matching black overcoat thrown over his shoulders. However his glasses and smile were eerily familiar.

The lightbulbs went off in Walter and Olivia's brain at the same time.

"What the hell…" Walter trailed off while stars glittered in Olivia's eyes.

"M-I mean, Alucard!" Olivia laughed, all traces of anger gone. "Wow, you actually look normal!...Ack! I didn't mean it like that!"

Walter snorted at her accidental rudeness while Alucard smirked, still holding onto her wrist.

"The same could be said about you." He twirled her around. "Done playing copycat with The Angel of Death?"

"I guess so." She continued to marvel at his transformation. "This is amazing, Alucard! You look like a different person!"

"I can take any form I please. My physical form does not matter to me." He observed Olivia circling him in complete awe. "But this form better suits my role in this play of ours."

Olivia laughed and clapped her hands together.

"So are you ready for our 'vacation', my dear Father?"

Alucard snickered and tugged at a lock of her hair.

"But of course, my precious Daughter."

"The two of you make me sick." Walter shivered, his hair standing on end.

"Don't be like that. We will have a lovely time together, my darling Son."

"Piss off!" Walter's strings cut Alucard's cheek, but he continued to push Walter's buttons.

"I didn't raise you to be so temperamental." Alucard flicked Walter between the eyes. "Respect your father."

"I'M GOING TO-!"

"Ah, good! You are all here!" Arthur glided down the stairs, hands in his pockets. "The attack occurred near a village on the edge of the Dartmoor called Christow. I have rented a cottage for the three of you to stay in; the caretakers will meet you at the train station. My orders are simple: determine if there is a threat and exterminate it."

"Yes, Sir Hellsing." Walter and Olivia replied, while Alucard bowed and answered with "Yes, my master."

The trio were placed in the first class section of the train and even got their own private cabin.

"Wow! What luxury!" Olivia bounced on the leather seats. "Rich people really do have it all!"

'Oh Anya, Apa,Akos,Mark, I wish you could be here to experience this. I'm sure you all would be in awe of this splendor.'

"Shut up and give me your suitcase." Walter snapped, yanking it out of her hands and placing it on the shelf above them. "And show some decorum while in public."

"I could say the same about you, Walter." Olivia glared. "Be sure not to soil the air with your potty mouth."

"I swear-!"

The cabin door slid open, revealing Alucard and a group of porters carrying his coffin. There was a sheet draped over it but it was still obvious what it was.

However the porters didn't even bat a lash as they gently placed it in the middle of the cabin and departed, either too intimidated by Alucard or they were a part of Hellsing.

"So how are you able to go out in the sunlight, Father?" Olivia asked as the train pulled out of the station, butterflies filling her stomach every time she said it. "Doesn't it hurt at all, my wonderful Father?"

Walter, who sat next to her, rolled his eyes.

'She is having too much fun with this.'

"Sunlight is only a minor nuisance to me." Alucard answered, not at all phased by Olivia's antics. "Though it does get exhausting after a while."

"I see." Olivia nodded, noticing one of Alucard's bottles sat on the nearby wine stand. "Um…I know there is blood in those bottles, but does it actually taste good to you?"

Alucard grinned, poured a glass, and held it out to her.

"Care for a taste?"

Olivia had always thought blood would taste the same way it smelt: metallic and gross. But his wine smelt like something else. It was actually like of sweet smelling.

Nevertheless, Olivia had no intentions of drinking blood and raised her hand to decline when Walter grabbed her hand and placed it back on the seat.

"Keep your rubbish to yourself, Alucard." He glowered.

"Walter!" Olivia yanked her hand away and bonked her fist against his head. "I wasn't actually going to drink it and he was just offering, unlike a certain someone I know when he is eating something delicious!"

"A piece of a cake is different from blood, you twit!"

Alucard watched them go back and forth, amused by their petty arguments.

"Pfft!" Olivia blew raspberries at Walter before facing Alucard once more. "So, Father, do you really think there is a hellhound out in the moors?"

"Anything is possible, Little Rabbit. I just hope this little outing turns out to be fun. It has been quite a while since I found something worth the fight."

Something about that statement rubbed her the wrong way, but she just shook it off and took in the passing scenery, excitement and caution building up in her stomach.

"I wonder why it is a hellhound of all things. Do you guys think this creature is trying to imitate the fictional character?"

"Who knows?" Walter replied. "And who cares? We have our orders, that's all that matters. Don't concern yourself with the extra shit."

"That 'extra shit' could help us decide a course of action. Remember, Sir Hellsing asked us to investigate first before anything else!" Olivia sighed and faced the window. "Oh what difference does it make? You are the great 'Angel of Death'. Do as you please."

Walter was an inch away from strangling her.

"I take back what I was thinking in the foyer! You look like a bleached dish rag!"

"How dare you!"

Suddenly, the two were rammed to opposite sides of the cabin by pair of shadow-like claws.

"As entertaining as this is," Alucard muttered, sliding his glasses down his face. "Your bickering is starting to irritate me. So if you both wish to remain on this train, you will do as I say and shut up."

Olivia and Walter glared at each other before conceding.

"Fine." They replied in unison.

Silence settling over the cabin, Alucard recalled the one final thing Sir Hellsing ordered him to do prior to their departure:

"Bring them back to me alive, Alucard." Arthur commanded as their luggage was placed in the car. "Do not disobey this order."

"I have never disobeyed you. However, why the change of heart?" Alucard studied Arthur as he watched Walter and Olivia fight for the front seat. "You have said plenty of times they are only soldiers to you."

"Don't question my orders, vampire." Arthur glowered up at him. "Just do as you're told."

"As you command, my master."

Alucard chuckled under his breath and took a swing of his wine.

'Humans truly are interesting creatures.'

Three silent hours later, the train pulled into the station and Walter and Olivia crowded around the window to see what the village looked like.

They were shocked to find how tiny and rural the village was.

"Goodness." Olivia laughed. "Christow could fit into Hellsing manor a hundred times over easily."

"Don't let appearances deceive you, Little Rabbit." Alucard snapped his fingers, summoning the porters from before. "Even the smallest of places can conceal something sinister."

The porters picked up the coffin and led the trio out to the loading bay where two women were waiting. One was tall with a button nose and a cane while the other was stout with a hooked nose. Both wore matching beige dresses and had a ring on their wedding fingers.

"You must be Mr. Brenner." The taller woman greeted. "I am Mary Evans, and this is my wife, Elizabeth."

"How do you do?" Elizabeth nodded, smiling at both Walter and Olivia. "My, my, what beautiful children you have."

"I take it you are the caretakers of the cottage we are staying at?" Alucard inquired, shooing the porters away once they placed his coffin on the ground.

"Yes, please follow us, Mr. Brenner." Mary coughed, both her and Elizabeth sharing a uneasy glance at the 'mysterious' box on the ground.

"Lead the way, Mrs. Evans." Alucard then faced his 'children'. "Walter, Olivia, be good children and carry the luggage. And be sure not to drop mine."

"You son of a-!" Olivia stepped on Walter's foot and slammed a hand over his mouth.

"Yes, Father." She put forth her best English accent and smiled innocently at the perplexed caretakers.

"What a strange family." Elizabeth murmured to Mary. "And maybe it's just my poor hearing, but I swear I heard a Hungarian accent from the daughter."

"Not to mention none of them look related." Mary whispered back. "But they are the first guests we've had in weeks, so let's treat them well."

Olivia kept smiling as the women led Alucard away, her cheeks aching from the strain.

"Get off!" Walter smacked her hand away. "Are you trying to suffocate me?!"

"Walter, a good son does not call his father a 'son of a bitch'." She hissed, moving over to one side of the coffin. "Now hurry up and help me lift this thing before they leave us behind."

"Can't we just ask-?" Walter whirled around to find the porters and the train had already departed. "Damn it! Fine!"

Luckily their cottage was only a few yards from the station, meaning they didn't have to carry the coffin far.

However, Alucard's coffin weighed a ton, and with added weight of their own luggage, Walter and Olivia's arms were on the verge of snapping in two.

But they pressed forward, the fear of their 'father's' wrath the only thing keeping them from dropping it.

Once they were inside the one story cottage, Walter and Olivia gently placed the coffin down and desperately tried to get circulation back into their fingers.

"I hope this is up to your standards." Elizabeth cleared her throat, still eyeing the 'mysterious' box. "We know it's nothing like the city, but it will keep the rain out and the heat in."

"It's fine." Alucard inspected the room with a detached gaze. "We plan spending most of our visit outside. Right, kids?"

"Right." They groaned, massaging each other's arms.

"Um, we wouldn't recommend venturing too far out into the moor." Mary butted in. "A group of hunters were killed about two weeks ago and now there have been sightings of a hellhound lurking around the moorland. It isn't safe to go out there without protection."

Alucard just smiled and took a seat in an armchair.

"That is perfect. It gets terribly boring in the city without any real adventure." He sighed blissfully, crossing his legs and clasping his hands together. "My children and I will make sure to investigate the moorland thoroughly."

Elizabeth and Mary shared a petrified look and Olivia could practically hear them both screaming 'These people are mad!'.

"Well, we do hope you enjoy your stay. Please let us know if you need anything." Mary grabbed Elizabeth's hand and the couple made a hasty retreat, leaving a dust cloud behind them.

Once the door closed, Alucard shot out of his seat and yanked the covering off his coffin.

"I have done my part in this little charade." He opened the lid and stepped inside. "Go perform your investigations and come wake me when the fun starts."

And with that, the lid closed and Walter and Olivia were left alone.

"Bastard." Walter's fist hovered above the coffin, tempted to punch a hole through it.

Olivia just rubbed her temples, feeling a headache coming on.

"Walter," She gently pulled him away from the coffin and towards the door. "There is plenty of time to call Alucard names later, but now we have a job to do."

"Tsk! Fine." He spared one final glare at the coffin. "Let's get this over with."

Christow truly was a miniscule village with only one store amongst the stone cottages.

It took them only seven minutes to reach the edge of the village, and all the while, the locals' stares burned holes into their backs.

"Something tells me we are not welcomed here." Olivia mumbled to Walter, still holding onto his wrist.

"What was your first clue?" He noticed a small congregation in front of the store and decided to start their investigation there.

"Hello." Walter greeted them while Olivia curtsied. "My family and I have come to visit your village. It is quiet lovely."

The locals didn't utter a syllable, scrutinizing the duo in front of them.

"Um," Olivia cleared the throat, her faux-English accent better prepared this time. "My brother and I have heard interesting stories about this place. Could you please tell us about it?"

"Have you come to laugh at us?" A woman with a kerchief snorted. "Another person to mock us for our 'publicity stunt'? Well publicity stunts don't kill people!" The others in the group vocalized their agreement. "My husband, along with others, were murdered by that monster and no one will believe us!"

"Madam," Walter stepped forward. "Could you tell us what exactly happened?"

"Why? So you brats can go back to London and laugh at us?! If those are your intentions, then get out of my sight!" The woman lifted her hand to smack Walter when her arm was caught in an iron grip.

"Don't you dare lay a hand on him." Olivia snarled, the venom in her tone surprising even Walter. The woman cried as Olivia's nail dung into her skin, and Walter had to yank her away.

"What are you doing?!" He shook her roughly, snapping her out of her daze.

"W-What?" She glanced over at the woman and gasped at the scratches on her arm. "I-I-I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you! I just saw you were about to hit Walter and my body reacted on its own! I didn't mean to hurt you!"

"Monsters!" The woman wailed. "They must be part of that demon's trickery to lure us into the moorland and devour us!"

"That foul creature has taken to masquerading as children now!" An elderly man with a gray beard bellowed. "My son's spirit has haunted since that monster took him away, begging me to come save him but I know it is that thing's trickery! I will not be tormented any longer!"

The group shouted their agreement and began to crowd around Walter and Olivia, calling for 'the demon's' death.

Walter shoved himself in front of Olivia, daring the congregation to make a single move.

"Lay a hand on her and I'll tear you to pieces." His wires flashed in the sunlight and Olivia knew he would kill these people if they came through on their threats.

She couldn't let that happen.

So she swept Walter up in her arms and sprinted away from the mob, sliding under their legs and dodging their attempts to grab her.

"What are you doing?!" He pounded at her back. "Put me down, you twit!"

"Shut up!" She quickly ducked behind a row of shrubs and covered Walter's mouth, listening as the mob raced past them.

Once she was sure they are gone, she released her hold on him and allowed Walter to scramble off her lap.

"Why the hell did you run away?! Those bastards were going to kill us!"

"They are blinded by their fear, Walter." Olivia tried to reason with him. "It is just like the novel where Stapleton played on everyone's paranoia to make them fear a supposed hellhound. They may have threatened us, but I will not kill these people because of their ignorance. We are here to help them, not harm them!"

"That didn't stop you from clawing that woman's arm off!"

"Shut up!" Olivia grabbed Walter by the shoulders and slammed him against the shrubs. "I'm not a monster! I'm not!"

"…I never said you were, Olivia" Walter whispered, his eyes wide at her act of ferocity.

She immediately shrunk back and released him, tremors racking her body.

"Please forgive me, Walter. I…I don't know what's gotten into me."

"It's…fine." He replied, slowly scooting over to her. "So, do you think the villagers are telling the truth and there is a demon terrorizing them?"

This was his attempt at consoling her, and Olivia felt the soft spot she had for him grow three times larger.

"I initially had my doubts," She cleared her throat, fiddling with her hair. "But when that old man said his son was haunting him and several others testified to the same thing, I started to believe the victims may have become part of the demon."

"So the dead hunters have become its' familiars?"

"Precisely. But there is no other way to know for sure unless we go out to the moors ourselves."

"Then we will have to wait until after sunset. I don't think any of the villagers are in a talking mood right now."

Olivia laughed and rested her head against his shoulder.

"Thank you, Walter. I'm sorry for hurting you."

"Just shut up, alright? I don't want to think about someone like you getting the better of me."

"Hehe, alright."

"…Hey, Olivia?"

"Yes?"

"Try not to rip anymore arms off, alright? Save that for the battlefield."

Olivia snorted but nodded anyways, reaching out grasp his hand in hers.

"As you wish, Walter."

Once the moon was high in the sky, Walter and Olivia snuck back to their cottage, half expecting an angry mob to be circling it.

But not a soul was in sight and Olivia heaved a sigh of relief.

'Maybe they're afraid to venture out after dark.'

The two of them rushed inside and Olivia bent down to knock on the coffin lid.

"Alucard~" Olivia hummed. "It's time to go on a family walk through the moors~!"

The lid slammed against the wall and Alucard emerged as his old self.

A part of Olivia was disheartened since she no longer had an excuse to call him Father anymore.

But this wasn't the time for such things; they had a demon to catch.

Securing her bow onto her back, she followed Walter and Alucard to the outskirts of the village.

"So," Walter cracked his knuckles. "How do you propose we find this abomination? The moorland goes on for miles."

Alucard just craned his neck back and took a deep breath.

"Do you smell that? The air reeks of blood." He exhaled, his crimson eyes glowing in satisfaction. "How I have missed such an alluring scent."

A shiver ran down Olivia's spine as Alucard turned his sights towards her and held a hand out.

"Shall we?"

Memoires of their confrontation in the dungeon flashed through her mind, but she took his hand anyways and allowed him to place her on his arm.

As for Walter, he simply bent down and let him to climb onto his back.

"Comfortable, my children?"

"Shut up and get going, Alucard!"

Laughing that trademark laugh of his, Alucard took to the skies and zipped across the moors towards the origin of the 'alluring' scent.

"See anything yet?" Olivia shouted over the roaring winds, scanning the area for something out of the ordinary.

"Hey, look over there!" Walter pointed to a thick forest emerging over the horizon. "That is probably where the hunting attack occurred."

The smirk on Alucard's face grew exponentially at this information, his fangs seemingly longer than before.

"Let's go hunting then" was all he said before plummeting towards the ground, leaving Walter and Olivia to cling onto him for dear life.

"ALUCARD!"

'PLEASE DON'T THROW UP, PLEASE DON'T THROW UP!'

Fortunately, Alucard slowed down once they broke through the tree canopies and landed gracefully on the ground.

"Why are the two of you shaking?" He chuckled, his hat and glasses vanishing into smoke. "And, Walter, I thought you enjoyed heights?"

"S-S-Shut up." Walter's teeth chattered as he slipped off Alucard's back and reacquainted his feet with the beautiful, safe ground.

"Are you alright, Little Rabbit?" Alucard grasped her by the chin and angled her face towards his.

"Y-Yeah." She nodded, feeling her soul return to her body. "I'm fine."

"Good." He dumped her on the ground and whipped out his gun. "Because I think our prey is coming out to greet us."

Walter and Olivia instantly became alert and readied their weapons, studying their surroundings with a keen eye.

'It's so dark; I can barely see a thing.' Olivia noted, listening for any sign of movement. 'All I can make out are tree trunks and the moon in the distan-.

Her blood ran cold as she took a closer look at the moon.

The red, blinking moon.

"A-Alucard, Walter?" Her voice trembled, drawing the attention of her companions. "How big was the hound in the novel again?"

"Oh shit.." Walter breathed out, noticing the trees surrounding them weren't actually trees but legs. "That thing is the forest!"

Only Alucard was unaffected by the beast's reveal, and as the massive hound unfurled itself and stalked towards them with its teeth bared, he cackled and applauded like the creature had performed a wonderful magic trick.

"This is going to be fun!" He stepped forward and held his arms out in welcome. "Don't disappoint me, Hound of Baskerville! Show me what you're made of!"

As if accepting his challenge, Baskerville threw its head back and let out a howl that shook the ground before charging forward.

"Ahaha! Excellent!" Alucard cocked his gun and faced Walter and Olivia with a bone chilling smile. "Well, my darling children, shall we let the hunting commence?"

A/N: Okay, when I was writing about Walter and Olivia clinging to Alucard while he was flying around, I was thinking of that scene from "My Neighbor Totoro" and couldn't stop laughing! Hehehe~! And the dress Olivia is wearing is the same dress she is wearing in my avatar picture and all the cover art!

Now the fight with Baskerville begins!

Translation: Seggfej- asshole

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