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Unfortunately, Olivia's parents did not descend from on high to bless her with musical talent and six months later, she still did not have a song prepared.

Of course, she was still a solider and had to go on missions and train, so it wasn't like Olivia could dedicate her entire life to composing a song—no, composing the perfect song!

Although there had not been any updates on the missing soldier situation, Olivia still felt like she was racing against time, and the more time Sir Hellsing spent with his ladies of the night while Martha looked on from afar, the more stressed she became. Walter wasn't any help since his only piece of advice was to stay out of their master's business and Alucard definitely wouldn't know anything about romance, so Olivia didn't bother to ask him.

Night after night, Olivia stayed up into the wee hours of the morning, trying to find inspiration and the proper lyrics to bring Sir Hellsing and Martha together, only to crumple the pages up and toss them into the wastebasket as the sirens resonated across the morning sky. After yet another fruitless attempt, Olivia threw her sketch book under her bed and wandered out to the gardens with Sic Parvis Magna in hand.

Bored and frustrated, she fired at targets hidden throughout the garden, using practice arrows instead of her silver ones to avoid wasting perfectly good ammunition. The winter air was cool against her bare legs and feet, but Olivia preferred the chill against the stuffiness of the manor. And it wasn't like Olivia was walking around in just her dress; Martha had shoved a coat upon her before allowing her outside.

With every shot she took, Olivia tried to find her inspiration or hoped Mother Nature would plant a song in her mind. However, there was no such luck and Olivia sighed in defeat as she shot her last arrow before placing her bow in her coat pocket and trudging towards her favorite oak tree, both feet and mind numb.

Suddenly, she felt a presence behind her and whirled around, whipping out the knife she'd concealed within her coat, only to find Richard Hellsing standing there.

"Whoa there." Richard chuckled, raising his hands in mock surrender. "Is that any way to greet someone?"

"What are you doing here?" Olivia snapped, lowering the knife from his throat and placing it back inside her coat. "Sir Hellsing is in his office as usual. If you are here to see him, go there. And don't vandalize anything on your way."

Richard scoffed as Olivia turned on her heel and walked away.

"How rude. One would think my brother would have hired a more refined soldier. I guess those etiquette lessons aren't working out for you."

"And one would think the blood relative of my master would be a courteous gentleman, not a repugnant brat."

"You little bitch!" Richard shoved her against the tree, pining her in place. "How dare you talk down to me?!"

"The only reason you are not at the bottom of the garden pond is because you are Sir Hellsing's brother." Oliva growled, seconds away from biting him. "Now take your filthy hands off of me."

"Watch your tongue before I cut it out for you." Richard sneered when an odd expression suddenly grew across his face and he leaned in close.

"What?" Olivia faced away from him, her nose wrinkling in disgust. "You reek of alcohol and cigarettes."

"Hmm." He released one of her wrist so he could grasp her by the chin and force her to face him again. "You've grown quite a bit since I last saw you." Then he grinned and ran his thumb over her bottom lip. "Wow, you're actually pretty fetching for such an ill-mannered girl."

"Release me this second before I bite your fingers off!" Olivia's hair stood on edge as his hand moved to her neck. "Do so and I won't inform Sir Hellsing of your disgusting behavior!"

"My 'dear' brother has a different woman in his bed every night so I doubt he has any right to judge me. Besides, I am only three years older than you." Their noses were almost touching and Olivia wanted to puke on his grotesque face. "Now, if you'll stay quiet, maybe we can have some fun."

Olivia's mind went blank the moment his hands moved to her chest and, without thinking, she smacked him on the face so hard that he nearly rolled into the nearby pond.

"YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A FILTHY PERVERT!" Olivia wailed, whipping out her knife while her heart pounded in her ears. "BLOOD RELATIVE OR NOT, I WILL KILL YOU IF YOU DARE TO LAY A HAND ON ME, ESPECIALLY WITH SUCH VULGAR INTENTIONS!"

"YOU BITCH!" Richard shot up to his feet, blood trickling from his mouth and a red handprint tattooed onto his cheek. "WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TO STRIKE ME?!"

"WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TO TOUCH ME?!" Olivia fired back, going into a defensive stance. "SIR HELLSING MAY ENJOY THE COMPANY OF WOMEN BUT AT LEAST HE IS AN HONORABLE AND JUST MAN! THAT IS WHY HE IS THE LEADER OF THE ORGANIZATION AND NOT SOMEONE PATHETIC LIKE YOU!"

She had hit a nerve and within seconds, Olivia found a gun pressed to her forehead.

"Open your mouth one more fucking time and I'll put a bullet through your brain." Richard growled, his eyes wide and blood shot.

In response, Olivia just smirked and reached up to pull the gun's muzzle down to her chest.

"Could you honestly shoot me? I'd love to see you try, you spineless piece of dog shit."

"W-W-What?!" Richard stuttered, expecting her to quake in fear and beg for forgiveness. "Are you crazy?! I can shot you right now, and you dare to challenge me?!"

"Please, Richard, if you really wanted to shoot me," Olivia smiled, dropping her knife on the ground, "I would be dead already."

Then, without missing a beat, Olivia grabbed his arm, twirled around, and flipped him over her back and onto the cold, damp grass.

Richard had the air knocked out of his lungs and could only lay there dazed as Olivia snatched his gun up and emptied the chamber.

"Children shouldn't play with guns, you know." Olivia snickered, tossing the empty gun to the side. "Now, apologize for your vile behavior and I won't tell Sir Hellsing of this incident."

"Apologize?" Richard scoffed, hand creeping over to the discarded knife. "To you? Over my dead body!" Snatching the knife up, he lunged up and sliced the blade across Olivia's right knee.

"AH!" Oliva cried out, stumbling back and giving Richard the opportunity to spring up and hold the knife to her throat.

"Now who has the higher ground?" Richard laughed, pressing the tip against her skin until blood was drawn. "You dare to call yourself a soldier of Hellsing, yet you disrespect the next in line? Forget screwing you, I'd rather see you dead."

Olivia glowered at him, ready to fight back when a feral growl was heard from the nearby bushes.

Both of them turned and were shocked to find a large, black dog emerging from the bushes, its eyes crimson red and its fangs barred.

'Wait…is….is that…?!'

"WHAT THE HELL?!" Richard fumbled back, now pointing the knife at the dog. "WHAT IS THAT CREATURE?!"

Seizing the opportunity, Olivia crossed her arms and smirked.

"That is my dog and faithful companion, Baskerville. He doesn't take kindly to pathetic pieces of dog shit like you, so if you value your life, you will drop the knife and walk away."

To further prove her point, 'Baskerville' growled and bent down, ready to pounce at Olivia's command.

"Alright, alright!" Richard dropped the knife, raising his hands in defeat and slowly stepping back. "I will leave for now, but don't think this is the end of this!"

"Then I look forward to your next attempt to kill me." Olivia smiled, even giving him a tiny curtsy. "Have a lovely day, Mister Hellsing."

But, once Richard was out of sight, Olivia dropped the act and crumbled to the ground, cradling her bleeding knee to her chest.

"Shit, I left myself open to attack! What a rookie mistake." She groaned, trying to contain the bleeding but to no avail. "You didn't have to come out here, Alucard. I was handling myself just fine."

"Most people would say 'Thank you' you know." He replied, still in his Baskerville form, as he walked over to her. "Besides, what kind of 'faithful companion' would I be if I allowed a pig like that to threaten my 'owner'?"

"Oh shut up." Olivia laughed under her breath, giving up hope as the blood continued to gush out. "If you will excuse me now, I need to get my wounds dressed before they get infected."

She tried to get up, but the pain caused her to fall back down as the wound throbbed and gushed.

"Need some assistance?"

"It's fine, Alucard. Just give me a second." Olivia sighed, peering over at him and noticing how he was eyeing the blood running down her leg. "….Please don't tell me you're here because you are hungry."

"How can I not be when your blood smells so sweet? It's been years since I've been able to drink fresh virgin blood."

She regarded him warily, not sure if she could trust him to not bite her in the process.

But he didn't move any closer or attack her, instead Alucard simply sat back and stared at her.

"What is it?"

"It is your choice if you want me to heal your wounds or not. I will respect whatever you choose." Alucard then laid on his belly and licked at his paws. "I may be a monster but I'm not a predator. If you don't want me to, then I won't."

'How noble of you.' Olivia scoffed to herself but the bleeding wasn't stopping and she knew, despite her fears and hesitance, that Alucard wouldn't hurt her like that.

So, after taking a deep breath, she nodded and scooted closer.

"….Fine." Olivia gulped, lifting her knee up to his muzzle. "But stay in your Baskerville form! It's strange enough to have you lick up my blood but I would rather have you like this than your normal form!"

Alucard couldn't help but laugh at how flushed she had become. One moment, she was the warrior with burning eyes that attracted his attention, and now, she was a blushing, bumbling teenager who was covering her eyes in embarrassment.

'What an intriguing human you continue to be, Little Rabbit.' He thought to himself, pressing his tongue against her knee and licking up her blood. 'And what exquisite blood you have.'

He'd only had a tiny sample the night she learned about his past, but now, to have a fresh, full course meal….it was heavenly. He could taste her embarrassment and anxiety mixed in with the honeyed and succulent flavors, yet they only made her blood taste all the more mouthwatering.

'Ambrosial.' That was the only word to properly describe the taste. Perhaps it was because it had been years since Alucard had fresh blood, but he knew a large part of why the taste was so intoxicating was because it was Olivia's blood.

'Hmm. Maybe her sentimentalities are starting to rub off on me.' He chuckled as he continued to slowly lick every drop of blood away. 'How fascinating.'

Olivia, on the other hand, was not enjoying the experience as much.

His tongue was like slime against her skin, and the way he was licking up the blood made her face flush redder and redder.

'He is taking his time on purpose! Just hurry up and finish this before someone sees us!'

"Someone like whom?" Alucard chuckled, his teeth stained with her blood. "Walter, perhaps?"

And for some reason, the possibility of Walter finding them like this made Olivia's face turn an unhealthy shade of red and she quickly scrambled away from him and to her feet.

"My wound is all healed now!" She squeaked, the injury gone but her leg was now drenched in Alucard's saliva. "Thank you very much, Alucard. I bid you good day."

"What about the cut on your neck?" He licked the excess blood off his lips with a cheeky grin, taking immense pleasure in watching her fidget.

"That's enough for one day! Don't be greedy!" She yelped, hand immediately covering the scratch. "And it isn't anything serious. You've had your treat, now leave me be please!"

Alucard laughed as he turned back into his normal form.

"As a thank you for the delicious treat, I shall do as you wish. And I am looking forward to your little concert."

"So, you've heard." Olivia sighed, her resurfacing frustrations now overpowering her embarrassment. "I am the child of two musically inclined people yet I can't seem to find the proper inspiration." She wrapped her arms around herself and hung her head in despair. "I have to find the perfect lyrics and melody to reach their hearts, and I only have a few more months left to do so! Ugh! I'll never forgive myself if I allow this opportunity to slip through my fingers."

Alucard stared at her for a moment, listening to her woes, before speaking up in a low tone.

"Close your eyes."

"W-What?" Olivia's head shot up and she regarded him in total confusion. "What do you mean 'close your eyes'?"

"Just do it."

She hesitated for a moment longer before doing as he ordered, waiting for further instruction.

"Now what?"

"Imagine a ballroom."

And she did, picturing the old ballroom on the second floor of the manor adorned in lights and regal glamour.

"Now imagine two people dancing."

Obviously she pictured Sir Hellsing and Martha, both of them waltzing with loving smiles etched on their faces. Sir Hellsing wore a finely pressed suit with a sash, and Martha wore a long blue gown that perfectly complimented her red hair with various jewels woven into her locks, giving the impression of starlight in her hair.

"What else?" Olivia whispered, anxiously awaiting the next piece of the puzzle.

"Now," Alucard reached out and swept a stubborn lock of hair from her face. "What do you hear?"

Olivia listened hard, wondering if she was also supposed to imagine an orchestra in the picture. Then, very faintly, she could hear a soothing melody and Olivia found herself swaying to the beat.

There it was, her melody.

Olivia's eyes shot open and she beamed up at Alucard who had a smug grin on his face.

"How did you do that?"

"I saw Master Hellsing's grandfather do that once when composing a poem for his wife." He replied, giving her hair a gentle tug. "I figured it was worth a try. You humans are very creative creatures."

Olivia just laughed and nodded, elated to finally be making progress.

"Thank you so much, Alucard, you're our generations next Franz Liszt!"

Alucard chuckled and reached out, swiping the blood drop off her neck and licking it off his fingers.

"I am humbled by your praise, Ms. Olivia."

"ALUCARD!" She shrieked, her voice echoing across the garden. "You really know how to ruin a moment, don't you?!"

"Ahaha! I bid you good day then." He bowed and disappeared into the shadows before Olivia could grab her knife and decapitate him for his idiocy.

"Stupid vampire." She grumbled, picking up the knife and empty gun, now mortified, pissed off, and yet also delighted. "I have my melody! Now, to write the lyrics!"

A/N: Never doubt Alucard's abilities, Olivia! Lol! After the drama chapters, I wanted to write Olivia kicking someone's ass and Richard is a perfect choice. He will cause her more trouble later on! And I missed writing Olivia and Alucard's interactions when he would tease her and she would laugh it off/get annoyed. However, she has never had him drink her blood before so she was very embarrassed. And especially when the possibility of Walter or someone else finding them! LOL!

I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Please look forward to the next one! It should have some Walter and Olivia interaction and the grand performance itself!

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