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Leaving a trail of blood in his wake, 'William' collapsed against the front gate of his home and yanked the arrows out of his neck and heel, panting heavily.
It was supposed to be an easy job.
All he had to do was wait for the perfect moment to strike…just like Richard had told him to.
"The only way to truly kill that half breed is to destroy her from the inside first." Richard had explained, taking a drag of his cigarette. "Olivia loves her pathetic 'family' more than anything and protects them like some guard dog. So, the only way to kill her is to kill them first." Then Richard smiled and blew out a puff of smoke in 'William's' face. "Do you understand where I am going with this, Kísértet*?"
'William' stiffened slightly at the sound of his old nickname but nodded, only mildly curious about what this 14 year old girl had done to Richard. It didn't really matter in the end though, not if her death meant salvation for his family.
"Which of her 'family' would you like for me to target then?"
"That cow who is calling herself my brother's fiancé. It is killing two birds with one stone really." Richard snubbed out his cigarette on the armchair and crossed his legs. "Watch the both of them and wait until they are away from the manor; I don't need my brother or Walter interfering. And I could care less how you do it, but don't let the maid die peacefully. I want that half breed to suffer before you decimate her too."
"Understood, my lord." 'William' nodded. "You mentioned Olivia Song was a Hellsing solider though. Should I be wary?"
"The bitch can fight, yes, but I don't think she will be any problem with the guilt of losing Martha hanging over her head." Richard smiled to himself, envisioning the overly confident Olivia in tears. Yes, this would be perfect revenge for the humiliation she had subjugated him to. "Do this and your family will have my protection. However…should you fail, your family will pay the consequences."
"I will not fail, my lord." 'William' got back down on his knees and kowtowed again. "Soldier or not, that girl will be no different from my previous kills."
That was what 'William' had thought, and everything had gone according to plan except for one thing.
Olivia had fought back.
Even after he shot her multiple times and broke her wrist, that seemingly innocent, cheery girl, had challenged him with such ferocity and hatred that he felt chills run down his spine. Olivia was covered in blood and could barely stand, yet she still drew her bow back with her mouth and fought with the eyes of a bloodthirsty warrior—no, the eyes of a demon.
In all his years, 'William' had never come across someone who made him want to beg for mercy, and before he knew it, he was fleeing as she demanded for him to fight her.
'William' now understood why Richard had come to him, but he couldn't die by that girl's hands. No, he had his family to protect.
Coughing up blood, 'William' grasped the top rail of the white fence and hoisted himself up to his feet. He had failed his mission, and it was only a matter of time before Richard would come to make true on his promise. He wasn't worried about Hellsing or Olivia coming after him though—he didn't leave any evidence and was wearing a mask, and unless they could track him down by supernatural means, he was safe for the moment.
Limping up the stairs to the porch, 'William' reached out to open the door when he noticed something that made his blood chill.
It was already open.
Had Richard already caught wind of his failure?!
"No…NO!" He threw himself away from the banister and hobbled inside, frantically searching the dark corridor. "Francesca! Toby! Where are you?!"
The house was dead silent and, besides the open door, there were no other signs of forced entry.
"Francesca?!" 'William' called out again, darting down a side hallway. "Where are-?!"
Then, in the moonlight drifting through the window, he spotted bloody footprints trailing down the hallway to the kitchen door where he could faintly hear someone crying.
"FRANCESCA! TOBY!" 'William' dashed down the hallway and threw the kitchen door open to find the room in complete disarray and his wife blindfolded and crucified to the floor with arrows embedded in her palms and feet.
"WILLIAM!" Francesca wailed, her blindfold damp from her tears. "HELP ME!"
"FRANCES-!" The words caught in 'William's' throat as an arrow sliced through his Achilles' Tendons and sent him crumbling to the floor.
"WILLIAM! WILLIAM!" Francesca howled in desperation, hearing her husband fall to the ground and cry out in pain.
"Ngh!" 'William' groaned, unable to move his legs anymore and feebly attempted to crawl towards his wife when a pair of bloodied feet stepped into his line of sight.
"You have a family of your own," Olivia mumbled, Sic Parvis Magna in hand and an arrow in her mouth. "And yet you still had the gall to take mine away from me."
"H-How did you get here?!" 'William' stuttered, unable to believe his eyes. "I shot you! You could barely stand, let alone run here on your own!"
"You didn't cut off my legs" She answered plainly, spitting the arrow out and falling to her knees. "And even if you did, I would've crawled until the ends of the Earth to find you. So….tell me. Why did you kill Lady Hellsing?"
'William' clammed up and averted his eyes, resulting in Olivia hurling Sic Parvis Magna into the darkness and yanking him up by his collar.
"ANSWER ME! WHY DID YOU KILL HER?! WHY?!"
Yet he still didn't answer her, and Olivia growled before throwing him back on the ground and ripping the Noh mask off his face.
There was a moment of silence afterwards as she took in the face of Martha's killer, expecting to see the same creature who slaughtered her family and not the middle aged butcher from the market.
"…..You?" She whispered, letting the mask slip from her fingers and clatter on the floor. "It was a human who did that?...Why? Did Hellsing wrong you in the past and you decided murdering the current director's wife was retribution?"
Still he did not answer, and yet Olivia nodded as if he did.
"Alright." She reached out and slid the hammer off his back. "Then….allow me to extract my own retribution….If I cannot have Martha, then you cannot have your wife."
'William' broke his silence at that and frantically latched onto Olivia's ankle.
"No! Leave my family out of this! I'm the one you want, not them! Please! I'm begging you! Leave my family alone!"
Suddenly Olivia threw her head back and laughed, blood flowing from her nose and mouth.
"'Leave my family out of this', you say?" She giggled, releasing the hammer and falling to her knees once more. "You want me to leave your family alone?! Ahahaha!" Olivia tangled her fingers into his hair and lifted his head off the floor. "YOU WANT ME TO LEAVE YOUR FAMILY ALONE?!" She slammed his face into the floor before lifting it back up and slamming it down again. "WOULD IT DESTROY YOU TO WATCH YOUR LOVED ONES DIE? WOULD IT TEAR YOU APART UNTIL YOU WANTED TO RIP YOUR OWN HEART OUT?! HUH?! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO BEG FOR ANY MERCY FROM ME! YOUR BEGGING WON'T BRING MARTHA OR MY FAMILY BACK! AND IT WON'T SAVE YOURS!" Soon 'William's' face was nothing more than a bloody pulp, and Olivia lifted his head up to her eye level.
"WHY DID YOU DO IT?" She bellowed, veins protruding from her neck. "WHY DID YOU KILL MARTHA?! ANSWER ME, DAMMIT!"
A gurgle of blood was 'William's' only answer, and Olivia released him, allowing his head to bang against the floor.
"…Fine…retribution it is then.."
Though he could barely see now, 'William' still desperately tried to latch onto Olivia as she picked the hammer back up and trudged over to Francesca's form.
As she only had one usable hand, Olivia held the hammer like a golf club and positioned the face next to Francesca's knee, staring 'William' dead in the eyes the entire time.
"You shattered all the bones in Martha's legs…." Olivia muttered as she swung the hammer up and glanced down at the sobbing woman. "Allow me to do the same to your wife." Then she swung it down and took in Francesca's screams and 'William's' pleas for mercy before repeating the action again and again on both legs.
"PLEASE STOP IT! I'M BEGGING YOU!" 'William' clawed at the floor boards as tears flooded down his cheeks. "I'M THE ONE WHO KILLED LADY HELLSING! ME! I DID IT! I'M THE ONE YOU WANT! TORTURE ME! KILL ME!"
"I am." Olivia answered as she swung one final time, the sound of bones shattering filling the air. "I'm killing you….just like how you killed me…"
"Please…." 'William' wept, his wife's wails tearing his heart apart piece by piece. "She is innocent."
"So was Martha." Olivia replied, dragging the hammer against the floor as she moved towards Francesca's face before swinging it up high. "…But you still killed her anyways."
'William' could only scream as Olivia swung the hammer down and crushed Francesca's head into a mass of viscera and bone, caking the cabinets with her blood.
"How does it feel?" Olivia whispered, digging her heels into the remains of Francesca's cerebellum. "Your innocent wife was murdered in front of you without reason and you couldn't do a thing to save her."
"Francesca…." 'William' sobbed, pathetically reaching out to her headless form. "My Francesca….I'm so sorry.."
"YOU'RE SORRY?!"Olivia smashed the hammer's head over his hand. "TO WHO?! TO HER? TO ME? TO MARTHA? WHO ARE YOU FUCKING APOLOGIZING TO?! WHO?!"
Even when both of his hands were beyond recognition, Olivia didn't stop. She moved onto his arms, legs, spine, ribs, everywhere but his head to keep him alive so he could suffer.
So that monster who killed her family could suffer.
And so she could suffer for abandoning her family once again.
With every swing, Olivia envisioned herself and that monster in 'William' and didn't stop until her wounds became too much to ignore.
"Tell me….," She panted, blood dripping down her legs. "Tell me why you killed Lady Hellsing...someone told you to, right? That is the only explanation."
And despite everything, 'William' didn't speak…because… because there still was someone who needed his protection.
"Someone put you up to this. If you were an enemy of Hellsing, you would've targeted Sir Arthur and not his wife. So, who was it?"
'William' just shook his head, biting his tongue.
In response, Olivia bent down and grabbed him by the collar, dragging him towards the sink. With a grunt, she yanked him up and held him over the sink by his hair.
"Tell. Me. Now." Olivia hissed, jostling him roughly. "Who ordered you to kill Lady Hellsing?!"
"I can't…." 'William' finally cried out, wishing Richard had never saved his life. "I can't…..he will hurt Toby…my son…..I can't let him take my son…"
"If you don't tell me now, no one will be able to protect your son." Olivia bent down and whispered in his ear. "No one."
But 'William' bit his tongue again and prayed for Francesca's forgiveness.
'It is all my fault.' He wept. 'If you had never met me, you would still be alive, my love…'
"Hey," Olivia jostled him again, snapping 'William' out of his prayers. "Do you really think who hired you will actually keep his promise? What if he betrays you and takes your family anyways?"
"…I have to believe he will." 'William' breathed out, Olivia's words like a rock in his chest. "Otherwise, all of this was for nothing."
"As a soldier of Hellsing, it is my duty to exterminate those who harm my lord and his family." Her nails dug into his scalp, drawing blood. "So give me a fucking name."
"…..I won't." 'William' bit his lip as blood leaked into his eyes. "I can't! I'm sorry for what I did, but I did it for my family! Everything I did tonight was to protect them!" He peered up at her desperately. "You can understand that right?! Wouldn't you do the same for your family?!"
"Yes….. I do understand." She nodded before nudging a switch on the sink cabinet with her hip, causing the garbage disposal to whirl to life. "Say hello to your son for me."
"Wh-?!"
She shoved his face into the roaring blades and kept him in place as his blood painted the walls and splashed across Olivia's face.
And when his body went limp and the sink was clogged with his blood and skin, Olivia allowed his corpse to slump to the floor with a blank expression.
"Yes….I understand completely…"
Alucard's boots echoed with every step he took down the dark hallway, following the smell of blood.
After Olivia had sprinted into the forest, Sir Hellsing had ordered Alucard and Walter to follow after her with the clean-up crew…all while staring at Martha's body with dried tears on his cheeks.
Upon arrival, Walter was about to bolt into the house but Alucard held him still, reminding him of their orders: Walter was supposed to keep possible vampires and nosy neighbors away while Alucard fetched Olivia.
The mangled bodies of Francesca and 'William' greeted him as he opened the kitchen door but he didn't even bat an eye nor he did indulge himself in all the fresh blood staining the walls. Instead, Alucard walked into the adjacent room and found Olivia sitting in a beat-up armchair, finally succumbing to her injuries. Blood was running down her legs and her white dress had been dyed red, but Olivia's expression was of stone as she stared blankly ahead while clutching Martha's engagement ring in her fist; she didn't even blink when Alucard knelt next to her and brushed a lock of hair behind her ear.
"It would appear," Olivia finally spoke up moments later in an airy tone, "that time has repeated itself, except this time…" She lifted her head and watched as five year old Toby crawled out from his hiding place under the sink and beheld his parents' mangled bodies, "I am the monster."
Then, Olivia turned and looked Alucard dead in the eye.
"How does my blood smell now?"
"Absolutely mouthwatering." He answered, sliding his glasses off his face. "I have never smelt anything more ambrosial."
"I thought so." She closed her eyes for a moment before placing her hand over her bleeding abdomen and stood up. As quiet as a mouse, Olivia walked back into the kitchen and was about to open the door when she stopped and turned around.
Toby was staring up at her, standing in a puddle of blood with frightened and confused eyes.
"Mummy? Daddy?" He whimpered, his bottom lip trembling.
"They are dead, Toby." Olivia uttered, feeling nothing as the little boy began to cry. "I killed them myself, didn't you see?"
"You….You are a monster!" Toby screamed, the fear in his eyes replaced with rage. "You are a monster!"
"Yes…" Olivia slipped her gun from its holster and clicked the hammer back. "I am."
And she fired a shot between his eyes and watched as his body joined his parents.
"I am a monster…" Olivia whispered, lowering the gun and closing her eyes. "No matter what I do…No matter how hard I try….I have always…..been a monster."
And the gun's slipped from her hand as she finally gave into blood loss and crumbled to the ground, only to land in Alucard's arms as he cradled her limp form against his chest.
"And what a fearsome monster you have become," He declared, gingerly wiping away the tear trailing down her cheek. "Olivia…."
Walter paced back and forth in front of the porch, anxiously waiting for Olivia and Alucard to emerge from the threshold.
The clean-up crew was keeping a small group of curious onlooker at bay, but Walter was too bothered to taunt them like usual.
He wasn't worried about the assailant or his family—no, that bastard deserved a trip to Hell and more.
It was Olivia he was worried about.
She was a strong and skillful soldier, but Walter knew about Olivia's constant battle against becoming a monster and how she grieved every time she succumbed to it for a moment. Like that time in the kitchen or during the Baskerville case, Olivia fell apart when she was faced with the possibility of harming an innocent person.
But…he had seen her eyes when Sir Hellsing gave her his orders.
Those were the eyes of a demon, and not the eyes of the Olivia he cared about.
She was in critical condition, and yet she still begged to go after that bastard alone.
'Olivia.' Walter bit his thumb nail as another knot formed in his chest. 'Please be alright.'
Suddenly, he heard the sound of Alucard's boots and whirled around to find him waltzing down the stairs with Olivia in his arms.
"Olivia!" Walter dashed forward and screeched to a stop in front of them. "Olivia, open your eyes! It's me, Walter!" But she didn't stir and Walter glared up at Alucard. "…What did she do to them?"
"Her duty." Alucard replied coolly, sidestepping around Walter and continuing on his way as something slipped off Olivia's wrist and clattered onto the cobblestone. "She did nothing but her duty."
Walter just stood still and watched Alucard walk away as the clean-up crew hurried into the house.
"So she killed him…and his family…" Walter bent down, picked up the blood-stained silver bracelet, and held it to his chest. "The innocent, naive white rabbit….is no more."
A/N: So Olivia has finally become the very thing she was fighting against. And she is in the same position as the monster who killed her family with Toby being her. More on her actions and the aftermath will be explained in the next chapter since Olivia will now have to come to terms with what has happened and the loss of everything she had worked for. And, just to explain the "Say hello to your son for me" thing, Olivia knew Toby was hiding under the sink the entire time and Toby could hear/see what was going on...Family is the one thing Olivia cherishes, so if you take that from her...you can see what happens...and she did say she would fight to protect it when she first became a soldier...But will she want a family after this? Does she feel like she deserves one now?
You shall see in the next chapter! The Dawn section is coming up now!
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