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It was ten months before Dr. Trevilian deemed Olivia fit for active duty once more.
Just in time for her 15th birthday.
During her recuperation period, Olivia tried to fill the gap Martha had left by taking up her chores and housekeeping duties. Despite her etiquette lessons and years of helping out here and there, Olivia still made several mistakes, but no one said a thing about it. No, the staff and soldiers would politely drink their bland tea and try to lie down comfortably on their torn, over-bleached bedsheets. And even if they did say something, Olivia would just pause for a moment before bowing in apology and carrying on.
And during the night, when she was supposed to be resting, Olivia would sneak out to the gardens with Sic Parvis Magna and practice until the sun came up. Being a solider was all she had now, and she couldn't allow her skills to rust while she was on 'medical leave'. Besides, Olivia was never by herself; she could sense Alucard watching over her from the shadows, enjoying her 'nightly battles' while also ensuring her safety.
'Do you think I'm going to break?' Olivia scoffed, her arrow nicking the edge of the target. 'Both you and Walter need to leave me alone and focus on your own duties.'
Walter had also taken it upon himself to 'look out' for Olivia while she performed and learned her housekeeping duties. Like Alucard, he never said anything and went about his business, but if she stumbled or winced in pain, he was at her side as fast as lightning unlike Alucard who would wait to see if she could get up by herself before assisting her.
It was a little insulting to be honest, but Olivia would just brush them away and thank them for their concern. To be honest, she wasn't surprised by Alucard's actions, but Walter's actions shocked her since he always hated it when she used to 'mother' him, yet he was now doing the same to her. Walter claimed it was because he didn't want to clean up her messes or he was under orders to ensure her health, but Olivia suspected that, although he probably wasn't aware, that he was shaken by Martha's murder and didn't want to lose her too.
She wouldn't let that happen though. No, the only human she would allow to take her life was Sir Hellsing.
Immediately after the funeral, Sir Hellsing had reverted back to his ladies of the night and constantly went out drinking with Sir Islands and Sir Penwood. He maintained this expression of indifference and arrogance in public, but Olivia could see the mask fall whenever he was alone in his office. Sir Hellsing never cried though, no, he would just stare at the portrait on his desk with a pained expression. But around the 3rd month after the funeral, he finally placed the portrait inside one of his desk drawers and never looked at it again. He was the leader of Hellsing, he had no time to linger in the past, just like how Olivia an d Walter were soldiers and the only thing they should concern themselves with were orders.
They weren't a family.
They were an organization—an organization run by monsters who hunted other monsters.
That was all they were, and Olivia was a fool for thinking otherwise.
She loved them but knew they didn't love her back.
It was better in the long run since if they didn't love her, she wouldn't have to deal with losing them too.
Olivia didn't know how much more her heart could crack before it shattered completely—perhaps it was possible to die of a broken heart.
In the quiet of her bedroom, Olivia stripped down to her undergarments and stared down at her new uniform laid out on the bed.
Her white dress was beyond repair and no amount of scrubbing could fix it. So she placed it with Emile in a trunk under her bed, locked it, and threw away the key.
Her new uniform consisted of a white, long sleeve button up, a blue mid-thigh skirt, and a red tie ribbon.
Olivia slipped the shirt on but left it open, tracing the scars on her chest and abdomen. The bullets were gone and wounds were healed, but they still hurt.
They would always hurt, but that wouldn't stop her.
She quickly buttoned the shirt up and tucked the tails into her skirt before focusing on her tie. Instead of the standard tie, Olivia decided to tie the ribbon into a bow, just like Martha had done with her uniform.
There was a knock at the door before it swung open, revealing Walter with the ever-present cigarette between his lips and his umbrella hooked over his arm.
"Ready to go?" Walter murmured, eyes scanning up and down Olivia's form. "Glad to see they fit."
"Yes, thank you for picking it out for me." Olivia sighed, tying her hair back before picking up Sic Parvis Magna. "Let's go, Walter. Duty calls."
The mission was at a convent. Apparently a male vampire had attacked the nuns and was turning them all into his brides.
"Figures it would choose the virgin buffet." Walter grumbled, adjusting his gloves. "I'm surprised nuns haven't been attacked sooner."
"First time for everything, I suppose." Olivia hummed as she scanned the outside of the large, Victorian building. "I've never been to a convent before. It looks more like a palace than a holy residence."
"Catholics like to show off." He snorted, strutting up the walkway. "Let's hurry up. There are fifty nuns in this convent who are probably waiting with baited breath for the midnight mass attendees."
"Wait," Olivia latched onto his shoulder and yanked him back. "Fifty nuns? Walter, it is a quarter 'til midnight. The parishioners will be arriving at any moment; we need to deal with them all at once and quickly."
"So what do you have in mind?"
"How about performing a special mass for them?" Olivia leaned forward with a certain glint in her eyes. "I'll be the choir and you will be the priest."
The cigarette tumbled from Walter's mouth as a sly grin grew across his face.
"Oh, I love it when you use that brain of yours."
Moments later, Olivia walked down the aisle of the candlelit church, her hands clasped together in prayer and her eyes closed.
In the distance, the sounds of nails dragging on the window and growls could be heard, but she paid them no mind as she lifted her head up and begun to sing.
Ave Maria
Gratia plena
Maria, gratia plena
Maria, gratia plena
Ave, ave dominus tecum
Wails of agony resonated throughout the large chapel as the turned nuns emerged from the balconies and dark corners of the room, their eyes blood red and teeth razor sharp. But Olivia didn't even flinch as she continued to sing as calmly as possible.
Benedicta tu in mulieribus
Et benedictus
Benedictus fructus ventris tui
Their ears bleeding at hearing scripture, the nuns lunged at Olivia when there was a flash of silver and all of them were suspended in a web of wires.
"Good evening." Walter grinned, standing back to back with Olivia. "Shall we commence with communion, sisters?"
Tui, Jesus
Ave Maria
And as Olivia held the note out with arms spread outwards, Walter sliced the nuns into pieces, spraying their blood and guts on the stained glass windows and pews.
"This is my body," Walter recited, holding his umbrella over himself and Olivia. "And this is my blood."
Ave Maria
Gratia plena
Maria, gratia plena
Maria, gratia plena
Then, emerging from the priest's quarters, came the head vampire who had blood gushing from his eyes and ears as he took in the scattered remains of his brides.
Ave, ave dominus
Dominus tecum
"I'LL DEVOUR YOU BOTH!" The vampire shot forward but was held in place by Walter's wires, the silver burning into his pale white skin. "WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!"
"We are the Hellsing Organization, and I say it is time for your penance." Walter chuckled, stepping forward while Olivia following behind, her voice growing louder with every step.
Benedicta tu in mulieribus
Walter snatched the processional cross from its place near the front pew and stalked up the stairs.
Et benedictus
Benedictus fructus ventris tui
With a shout, Walter shot up and jammed the pole of the cross into the vampire's heart, laughing at the vampire's anguished cries.
Tui, Jesus
Ave Maria
The vampire combusted into hot, blue flame and ash as Walter yanked the cross from its chest and spat on its remains.
Ave Maria
And Olivia curtsied as Walter came over and did a mock sign of the cross over her head.
"Go in peace, my child."
"Thank you, Father Walter."
Suddenly, the chapel door's shot open, and the duo whirled around with their weapons ready.
"Who knew someone with a voice from God was affiliated with Hellsing?" A young priest with light blond hair and round eyeglasses stated, his left hand resting on the hilt of his sword. "Is that what your Protestant master has taught you children? To mock the Catholic church and our traditions?"
"Father Renaldo." Walter scoffed, retracting his wires while Olivia lowered her bow. "What is Iscariot doing in London? This isn't your territory."
"Iscariot?" Olivia squinted her eyes in confusion. "Who are they?"
"My dear, did your master never inform you of us?" Father Renaldo stepped forward, now clasping his hands behind his back. "We are Vatican Section XIII, employed by his Holiness to extinguish all evil from this world." His eyeglasses flashed as he faced Olivia. "That includes heretics like you filthy Protestants."
"Is that a challenge, Father?" Olivia laughed, stringing up an arrow and aiming it at Renaldo's neck. "I dare you to lay a hand on Sir Hellsing without losing your head first."
"My, my, one would think someone who could sing the Ave Maria so perfectly would have more respect for a priest."
"Well, we are 'filthy Protestants', are we not?" Olivia fired back as Walter laughed and slung an arm around her shoulder.
"You heard her, Father Renaldo. Now, hurry back to Rome before Sir Hellsing gets wind of this breach in treaties."
"Such a shame such young children are already damned." Renaldo shook his head in pity. "Iscariot has come by permission of the Crown, in hopes we may provide some assistance to your problem."
"Problem?" Oliva lowered her bow. "What problem?"
"Oh, did your master not tell you?" Renaldo chuckled. "Apparently, those missing soldiers MI6 has been searching for have been found…or least what remains of them."
"Speak clearly, dammit!" Walter stepped forward, holding his hand out in warning. "Don't talk in riddles, Papist, and tell us why you are here!"
"It appears…." Renaldo adjusted his glasses, enjoying the look of panic on the duo's faces, "the Nazis are using your missing soldiers as guinea pigs to create artificial vampires."
A/N: The beginning of The Dawn segment! But there is still one or two more chapters left before then, so that is why this chapter takes place a year before The Dawn actually occurs, so Walter is 13 and Olivia is 15. And only Olivia has told Walter, Sir Hellsing, and Alucard that she loved them, they have never said they loved her back like she has. And the "Ave Maria" version I used is the Josh Groban version! Link is in my profile! Please take a listen! And Olivia did get shot and have her wrist shattered, a ten month recovery period is very believable.
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