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Here is the next chapter, and it is a rather 'emotional' one!

I do hope you will enjoy it and I welcome all new and returning readers! :D

Enjoy!

Since the meeting with the Princess, Sir Hellsing worked endlessly to 'perfect his artillery'.

During the day, Arthur drank heavily and scribbled down variables and equations that Olivia couldn't begin to comprehend, and during the night, he would venture down to the basements and stay there until the early hours of the morning.

Olivia knew he was doing something with Alucard, but she reminded herself that they weren't a family and she shouldn't care about them. Yet, every night, Little Vlad's cries of torment echoed throughout her mind, and Olivia would rush down to the basement, banging on the walls and begging for Sir Hellsing to leave Alucard alone.

And every time, Walter would drag her back to her room and ask her what the hell did she think she was doing.

But Olivia couldn't help herself. Even after all these years, that night in Alucard's coffin still haunted her and she couldn't turn her back on her loved one's pain.

She still loved him.

She still loved Walter.

She still loved Sir Hellsing.

Love and Death…the two components that forever dictated her life.

Eventually, the screams faded away yet Olivia still couldn't sleep well at night.

The air sirens grew louder by the day as the training grew more rigorous to prepare for the inevitable battle.

Agent Yang still moved back and forth between England and Poland, delivering updates and new intel on the vampire project; Olivia found it odd that the MI6 agent was able to move so easily between the two opposing countries. Of course, she was aware MI6 consisted of elite agents, but how easily they earned the Nazis' trust and how much information they had access to was suspicious.

'Perhaps they want us to know.' Olivia theorized. 'Perhaps they want us to come stop them so they can properly display the fruits of their labor.'

And she figured Sir Hellsing had thought the same thing, which was why he was working endlessly to 'improve' Alucard.

So, Olivia steeled her heart once more and reminded herself that they were soldiers and should focus only on following orders.

And in the blink of an eye, a year had passed and Sir Hellsing was ready to begin his assault.

"ARE YOU MAD, ARTHUR?!" Sir Islands slammed his hands down on the documents sitting on Arthur's desk. "YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS ABOUT THIS!"

"Oh but I am, Islands." Arthur laughed, taking another swing of his whiskey. "You know Her Royal Highness entrusted me with this task and I intend to finish this before the dawn."

"B-But…to have it so soon…" Penwood mumbled, his eyes wide in fear and sweat running down his face. "A-and on such short notice..!"

"I did say before dawn, Penwood."

"Do you understand what you are doing though, Arthur?!" Islands fumed, snatching up the documents and pointing to its contents. "You are asking us to supply you with a military airship so you can send a 16 year old girl, a 14 year old boy, and a monster off to fight hordes of crazed Nazi soldiers and their bloody experiments!"

"What will you have me do then, Islands?" Arthur retorted, leaning forward in his chair. "I have my orders, and I have worked to ensure our victory. Don't you want those soldier's families to have peace? Don't you want this wretched war to end already? Don't you want those children abandoned in the countryside to come home? Don't you—?!"

"AGH! ENOUGH!" Sir Penwood bellowed, surprising both Arthur and Sir Island as he snatched the papers up.

"Shelby, wait—!"

"Don't try to stop me, Hugh!" Penwood whimpered, tears running down his cheeks as he signed the bottom of the documents. "I-If I do this….the war will end sooner and we can finally be at peace! If funding this operation can ensure that….then so be it!"

Sir Islands covered his face and sighed in resignation while Arthur smiled at his feeble friend, a touch of admiration in his eyes.

"Thank you, Shelby." Arthur grinned, finishing off his glass of whiskey. "I promise to bring an end to this as quickly as possible."

'So the time has finally come.' Olivia thought to herself as Arthur briefed her and Walter on the mission while Sir Islands and Sir Penwood looked on from afar.

Since this was a top secret mission, the briefing was taking place in one of the corridors hidden under the manor where no nosy servant or spy could eavesdrop.

"I want that laboratory and all its inhabitants decimated before the dawn breaks." Arthur stared down at his soldiers with a hard gaze. "My orders are simple: Search and Destroy. Now go prepare yourselves, you leave for the airfield in two hours."

"Yes, Sir Hellsing." The duo bowed in unison, their years of training finally being put to the test tonight.

However, before they could leave, Olivia had something important to do.

She had one final thing to put to rest before she could take part in the war she had once feared.

The empty, candle lit walls of Saint Paul's cathedral were a breathtaking sight to behold, but Olivia didn't have time to admire them; she had to complete her mission before it was time to go.

Tonight may be the eve of their battle, but it was also the 2nd anniversary of Arthur and Martha's premature wedding. And Olivia decided if Martha could not walk down the aisle in her wedding dress, she would do it for her.

So Olivia had dug through the chest in the attic and secretly snuck out with the wedding dress and veil to the cathedral.

It fit, but it didn't look right.

This was Martha's wedding dress, not hers.

It was Martha who was supposed to walk down the aisle, not her.

Yet still, Olivia allowed the floor length veil to fall over her face and slowly proceeded down the aisle with a bouquet of daisies in her hand.

Her footsteps echoed throughout the vast cathedral, and she pretended it was the applause and cheers that were supposed to be.

When she finally reached the altar, Olivia took a deep breath and began to recite the vows when a familiar voice spoke up.

"This is the saddest wedding I've ever seen." Walter snickered, lounging back with his arms behind his head and his feet resting on the pew in front of him. "At least turn the lights on for God's sake."

Olivia just groaned and closed her eyes, not bothering to turn around.

"Why are you here, Walter?" She mumbled, him being the last person she wanted to see at the moment. "Shouldn't you be back at the manor preparing for the mission?"

"I could say the same about you, stealing from the attic and sneaking out in the dead of night." He retorted evenly, watching her shoulders tense up. "I never took you for a cat burglar, Olivia."

"If you are here to make fun of me, just leave!" Olivia whirled around on her heel and leered down at him. "Or if you are trying to make up for your words at Buckingham Palace, I already told you I forgive you! Now leave me be!"

Left eye twitching, Walter shot to his feet and marched up the altar to Olivia, the playful smile completely erased from his face.

"If you are going to perform a wedding," He growled, seizing her right hand in his. "You might as well do it right."

"What are you—?!"

"Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?" Walter declared, facing forward as his voice boomed throughout the cathedral. "For better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish all the days of your life?"

"I thought you didn't believe in love." Olivia taunted, wishing he would stop this little game of his and leave already.

"I didn't...until I was."

Olivia felt her heart drop at how he glanced over at her with such a serious expression, and she quickly averted her eyes, staring forward once more.

"…I do." Walter mumbled, noticing how Olivia's hands were trembling. "Do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband? For better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, to l—."

"Enough! I do, I do!" Olivia interrupted him with her teeth bared, her attempt at laying Martha to rest completely ruined.

"Then I pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride." Walter moved to lift up the veil but Olivia shoved him away.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!"

"This is what you do at weddings." He reached for her again, only to be pushed away once more.

"We are not actually getting married, Walter! I am just doing this for Martha's sake! And how dare you mock me?!" Olivia shot forward and jabbed a finger against Walter's chest. "Since we were children, you have constantly ridiculed the concept of love, calling it useless and stupid! So don't you dare claim you've had a change of heart, you hypocrite!"

The last of Walter's patience dissolved at that jab, and his wires dug into her outstretched arm.

"Don't you dare call me a fucking hypocrite! You spent all our childhood going on about how much you love me and how important I am to you! But now!—Now, that I finally feel the same, you call it a joke! A bloody, fucking joke! Is that what my feelings are to you?! You are the hypocrite, not me!"

"You don't love me, Walter!" Olivia sneered, trying to rip her arm out of the wires' hold. "You have never wanted me to be your big sister and you know it!"

"Who said I love you as a sister, you idiot?! You were never a sister to me!" Walter retracted his wires and instead grasped Olivia roughly by the shoulders. "You are so fucking emotional, stubborn, and unbearably selfless that it drives me up a wall! Trust me, I would rather rip my nails off with pliers than feel any affection towards another! And yet, for some God forsaken reason, I do feel something and it is towards you! Olivia, I lo—!"

Olivia slapped her hand over his mouth, preventing him from going further.

"Don't let yourself get carried away!" She pleaded, her eyes wide as sweat pooled at her temples. "This isn't a real wedding…."

Walter just glared at her, wondering why out of all the people on Earth, it had to be this pain in the ass that endeared him.

But, even from the beginning, Walter knew if he was ever going to love another, it was going to be the only other person who understood him and cared about him despite everything.

It had to be Olivia and no one else.

Whether by a miracle or by a biological chemical, he finally understood what that annoying sensation in his chest meant.

And the realization both angered him and thrilled him at the same time.

But Walter wasn't about to let Olivia rob him of the chance to finally unburden himself of these damn emotions she had saddled him with.

No, she was going to hear him out whether she wanted to or not.

They were finally the same height. He wasn't below her, and she wasn't above him….they were finally equals.

"Then this won't be a real kiss then." He responded evenly, before ducking under the veil, cupping Olivia's face in his hands, and kissing her on the lips.

Olivia's eyes grew as wide as saucers as her mind tried to catch up with her body.

This was Walter, the little boy who picked a fight with her on her first day; the little boy who constantly made fun of her ideals and dreams of a happy family; the little boy who punched her in the face instead of offering words of encouragement.

And yet, that same little boy….was kissing her.

It had to be a joke….Walter didn't love her.

He was just making fun of her.

That was all.

With a growl, Olivia shoved him to the ground and threw the daisy bouquet at his face.

"Fuck off." She hissed, gathering up the gown's skirts and marching back up the aisle.

"That was your first kiss, wasn't it?" Walter's voice drifted from behind her, his eyes slightly glazed over as he absentmindedly traced his lips.

Olivia paused for a moment before continuing on, gritting her teeth while her ears flushed a bright red.

And as Walter watched her scurry out of the cathedral, he couldn't help the wide, disgusting, sappy grin that broke across his lips as he buried his face against the bouquet, his heart doing somersaults in his chest.

Oh, he was well aware he was probably on Olivia's shit list now, but he couldn't find it in himself to care at moment.

After all, it was his first kiss too, and Walter loathed how over the moon such a stupid, trivial thing had made him.

"Fuck…" Walter gave an airy laugh as he ran a hand through his hair. "I'm in trouble…"

Olivia was still seething by the time she'd returned to the manor, but instead of going back to her room, she went to the ballroom.

Moonlight illuminated the room, and as Olivia stood in the center, she tried to calm herself and reason that Walter was just playing a joke on her.

But he had said he loved her, and he had the gall to kiss her.

Walter really was a cruel Angel of Death to play with her emotions like that.

"Who said I love you as a sister, you idiot?! You were never a sister to me!"

"You bastard…" Olivia's voice trembled as her nails dug into her palms. "You fucking bastard…tossing around such heavy words so easily…"

Suddenly, she felt a presence enter the room, and she spun around to find Alucard standing behind her.

"Good evening, Olivia." He chuckled, taking in her appearance with half-lidded eyes. "Don't you make a lovely bride? However, this gown does not suit you."

He looked different—more feral. His black hair reached the ground and was in disarray, and he wore not his normal suit but a leather suit consisting of straps and buckles. And his eyes….they were darker than before, like someone had drained the light out of them.

But….it was still him, and Olivia couldn't help the tiny smile that graced her lips.

"…..What gown would suit me then?" She played along, thrilled to see a twinkle of life flash in his irises.

"A blood soaked soldier's uniform would suit you better." He purred, noticing how much she had grown since he last saw her. "Preferably, a mixture of your own blood and your enemies."

Olivia snorted and shook her head.

"This is the first time I've seen you in almost a year and that is the first thing you say to me?" Olivia got on her toes and cupped the side of his gaunt cheek. "Are you alright?"

"Of course." Alucard hummed, placing his hand over hers. "Thank you for always rushing to my rescue. It was rather touching."

"Well, I hope Sir Hellsing accomplished his goal." Olivia slipped her hand out from under his and took a step back. "We will be leaving for the airfield soon. You should return to the dungeon before Sir Hellsing gets angry."

"But first," Alucard placed a hand over his chest as he bowed at the waist. "I would like a dance with the bride on the eve of our grand battle, if I may."

"…It would be my pleasure." Olivia muttered, curtsying as bile rose up her throat.

With a cheeky grin, he clasped her left hand in his and placed his other hand on her right shoulder blade while she rested her other hand on his arm.

Together they waltzed across the moonlit floor silently as they stared at each other.

"What are you thinking about?" Alucard inquired, twirling her around before drawing her close again.

"What makes you think I'm thinking about anything? And besides, I haven't cut myself, how would you know how I'm feeling if you can't smell my blood?"

"I don't need to smell your blood to know how you are feeling." He chuckled, surprising her once again by lifting her up and spinning around. "I can read minds, remember?"

"Then why ask me if you already know the answer?"

"I would like to hear it from your lips." Alucard dipped her back and placed his mouth next to her ear. "So, care to share?"

Olivia sighed and stared up at the ceiling.

"I was thinking….Martha and Sir Hellsing would've been married for two years by now. They probably would've been very happy together, and maybe they would've had a baby by now."

"A baby?" Alucard chuckled, pulling her back up. "A young master-to be?"

"Yes, probably a girl since I know Martha wanted a daughter."

"….What do you imagine your own child to be like?"

"Oh, I don't think I'm ever going to be a mother." Olivia laughed, having abandoned that fantasy years ago. "That question came out of nowhere, Alucard."

"Humor me, Olivia." He twirled her around once again. "When you imagine your future daughter, what do you see?"

She stared up at him in bemusement before simply nodding and organizing her thoughts.

"….Her eyes are like mine…maybe a bit sharper….she has long, straight black hair with bangs….she is smaller than me….wears white like I do." Olivia replied, conjuring up an image in her head before glancing back up at him. "Why the strange questions, Alucard? It's not like I'm going to be a mother anytime soon."

"Why not? You are of legal age to marry." He teased, alluding to her current state of dress. "You already have a gown, now you just need a groom."

"I'm a soldier, Alucard." Olivia reminded him firmly. "Duty comes first."

"Have you abandoned loving your family then?"

"…I'd rather not concern myself with love anymore. It causes me too much heartache." She thought back to the kiss in the cathedral, and she grew frustrated again. "An enormous amount of heartache."

"Once upon a time, you said you would love me until love died." He slid his hand from her shoulder blade down to her waist. "Has your love died?"

"…..I think me still running to your rescue answers your question, Alucard." Olivia confessed, wishing he would stop sprinkling salt on her wounds.

"I would still like to hear it though." Alucard dipped her back and leaned forward so their noses were touching. "Humor me again."

'All the men in this manor are cruel bastards.' Olivia closed her eyes with a pained expression, feeling yet another crack grow on her heart. "…It…has not, Alucard."

And the dance came to an end, but neither released each other.

"If I may, before the battle begins, may I give the dear bride a gift?" His snow white skin was practically transparent in the moonlight, and Olivia wondered if he'd eaten anything during the experimentation.

"…What kind of gift?" Olivia breathed out, watching as his hand moved from her waist to the edge of the veil.

"Close your eyes."

And so she did, and faintly, she could hear him shuffle under the veil and felt his breath tickle her lips. Olivia's palms were sweating as she waited with baited breath for Alucard's lips to touch hers…..yet they never did.

Instead, Alucard rested his hands on her shoulders and placed the lightest of kisses on the scar located below her clavicle.

Such a chaste action made Olivia's ears and cheeks flush a bright red, and she would've stumbled back if Alucard wasn't holding her in place.

Alucard didn't move a muscle, and for a moment, she wondered if he was listening to her heartbeat again.

But that assumption was proven false when Olivia felt something sharp poke her skin, and she immediately shoved Alucard away with a cry.

"Did you just try to bite me?!" Olivia wailed, completely mortified as she covered her chest. "Are you fucking insane, Alucard?!"

"Do forgive me, hercegnő," Alucard chuckled, not looking the least bit remorseful for his actions. "But I haven't eaten anything in a year, and I am famished."

"So you decided to creep up here and steal a taste of my blood?!" Olivia wanted to stab him repeatedly with her silver arrows but settled for turning her back to him and accessing the extent of her injury.

Two clear puncture wounds rested above her left breast and a trail of blood was running down her skin and soaking into the top of the gown.

"Shit!" She tried to stop the bleeding, but the blood just soaked through her fingers and stained the gown….Martha's wedding gown...further. That was Olivia's breaking point. "DO YOU AND WALTER ENJOY MAKING ME SUFFER?! THIS WAS THE ONLY THING I COULD DO FOR MARTHA, YET BOTH OF YOU HAD TO RUIN IT BY MOCKING ME AND KICKING ME FURTHER INTO THE GROUND!" Like the breaking of a dam, the words flowed out as her eyes began to sting. "I ALREADY RESIGNED MYSELF TO GIVING UP BEING PART OF A FAMILY AND LOVING OTHERS BECAUSE I CANNOT BEAR TO LOSE ANYONE ELSE! BUT NOW, BOTH YOU AND WALTER START GOING ON ABOUT LOVE AND AFFECTION, AND IT IS LIKE BEING SHOT ALL OVER AGAIN!" Olivia bit her lip as tears ran freely down her cheeks—the first time she'd cried in two years. "Human hearts aren't made of steel….they ache and ache….until they finally give out…." She fell to her knees and buried her face in her blood stained hands, suddenly feeling like the world was resting on her shoulders. "Both of you are too late…..that girl who would've blindly leapt into your arms was murdered years ago…so stop tormenting me and leave me be…."

All was silent for a moment before a pair of heavy footsteps maneuvered in front of her, and Olivia felt someone join her under the veil again.

"If that girl is dead," Alucard murmured, at eye level with the puncture wounds. "Why does her heart continue to beat on?"

Olivia winced as he began to slowly lick the blood away, his maroon eyes staring into her green ones all the while.

Oh, her blood was just as heavenly as he remembered, and he could feel his energy gradually returning.

The familiar honeyed and succulent flavors now had a tinge of robustness that made the taste all that more addicting.

Olivia could deny it all she wanted, but he could taste it on her blood. Despite her pleas and vows, she was still the same at her core. While Olivia was no longer innocent in mind, her heart was still forever dictated by love and her desire to protect it to death and beyond.

That would never change, and Alucard never wanted that to change about her.

Monsters don't love, and what little remained of his heart resembled an exit wound, yet when Alucard looked at Olivia, he saw how much she was like him. However, unlike him, Olivia never forsook her humanity and that fire in her eyes continued to blaze brightly, regardless of the circumstances.

"Why, you ask?," Olivia whispered, tangling her fingers in his unruly hair and resting her head on top of his. "Because….what remains of her will not accept any other ending than dying an old woman."

The robust taste grew stronger, and Alucard closed his eyes in utter euphoria, savoring the sensations dancing across his tongue.

Olivia was strong.

Olivia was weak.

Olivia fought with all her heart and soul.

Olivia loved with all her heart and soul.

Olivia laughed.

Olivia cried.

Olivia felt…because Olivia was human.

She was completely, unapologetically human…

And Alucard loved that about her.

He loved her humanity.

He loved her fire.

Monsters don't love, and he had long forsaken human emotion, but Alucard knew whatever he felt for this girl—this warrior, was the closest he would ever get to such a silly human emotion.

"I will see you on the battlefield then, hercegnő." Alucard grinned, pulling away and licking the excess blood off his lips. "And may that heartbeat continue to pound beautifully as we lay waste to our enemies."

Olivia could only nod blankly as Alucard pressed a gloved finger to his lips before pressing it against hers in an indirect kiss and vanishing into thin air.

"…..Two wedding kisses, Martha." Olivia gave a pitiful laugh, wiping her lips on the back of her hand. "Two kisses….two years too late."

Giving one last glance at the full moon, Olivia rose to her feet and made her way out of the ballroom, ready to face the dawn with her bow ready and her heart full.

A/N: That scene with Sir Hellsing and Sir Islands and Sir Penwood is actually from the OVA 5 ending! Link is in my profile and the link to the song "L'Amour Et La Mort" is there too!

Alright, please understand Olivia is still very young, and she has tried to be cold and distance for the past two years to protect herself, but Walter and Alucard's actions are very much like rubbing salt in an open wound.

Love and Death are the two main themes of this fic, hence the name "L'Amour Et La Mort". Olivia's obsession with love and family stemmed from the death of her own family, and she is quick to love, even to death and beyond. Love is what fuels Olivia's actions and motives, and like Alucard said, that was what makes Olivia, well, Olivia and that could never change no matter how much she denies it. And also understand, Olivia has been a soldier since she was eight years old. She hasn't talked to other kids her age in years and was not able to go through the joys of being a teenager normally. The only solid thing in Olivia's life is being a soldier because all she has to do is follow orders and that's it. And all Olivia knows is family love, so she associates everything with family love, and never romantic love. Hence, her mini-breakdown in this chapter due to Walter up front saying he never loved her as a big sister (which was hinted at for several chapters now. lol) but as a woman.

Now, with Walter, he may be The Angel of Death, but he is still a 14 year old boy and I think if he did come to love someone, it was going to be someone who could understand his lifestyle and, maybe, share it with him. And who has grown up beside him, fought alongside him, cared about him, and was his only friend who treated him as a human and not a soldier? It was Olivia, and when I envision him confessing, I always saw younger Walter as very upfront and forceful about it. And he is well aware Olivia has only seen him as a younger brother for the past eight years (mostly due to their age difference and how she always remembers him as that little boy), so he has that to deal with. lol. But I also see Walter as not being the romantic, suave English gentleman. He is not going to beg for Olivia's love (he has too much pride to kneel before her) but he is not going to hide that he likes her now that he finally understands/finally accepts his feelings. And it is not like she has any other possible suitors...oh wait, she does. lol.

Since he first met her, Alucard has always been fascinated with Olivia's humanity and how she would grow up. And she had plenty of chances to be like him. Olivia could've drank the blood of 'William' and his family and become a vampire the way Alucard had since she was on the brink of death. But she didn't. And Olivia has never wavered. She has never even thought about becoming a vampire because her humanity is all she has and she knows living is more painful than death. So Olivia hurts, she cries, she laughs, she feels. She has emotions, human emotions! And Alucard loves that about her! She represents what he gave up, and that is why he willingly kneels before her and calls her a princess. And Alucard, in a somewhat contrast to Walter, involuntarily and voluntarily responds to Olivia's displays of affection and clings to them. I had said I never intend to write Alucard as a teddy bear, but I feel like he clings to the strength and courage Olivia has and how she has never run away from him completely. Olivia shed tears for him after knowing his past, hugs him, smiles at him, jokes around with him, and loves him despite knowing he is a monster. Olivia's feelings for Alucard has always been somewhat up front but vague at the same time. She idolized him at first but then came to love him as he was and not how she painted him to be. Yet it is not exactly romantic but not completely platonic either. However, Olivia is not able to distinguish the difference and just wants to be near him as her family. And that why Alucard is content with just knowing that little girl, who possess the strength he never had in life, will love him and continue to love him without end, while he has come to love her in his own Alucard-way. He has strange ways of showing love sometimes. Sometimes I half expect him to gift Olivia with a soldier's head like a knight would do in the old days. Alucard can be romantic (in his own unique way) but he is still Alucard...And Olivia was the first person to hold him and cry for him, and like I said before, I believe Alucard cannot ignore the plight of children, so whatever soft spot he had for Olivia as a child continued to grow as she did.

And Love and Death can also apply to Arthur and Martha's romance. However, this fic is based off the song, and the song is actually Walter and Alucard speaking to Olivia, who both love her in similar yet different ways.

But~~Olivia is not concerned with love right now. She is off to fight a war, and just wants to be at peace in this screwed up life. She even wiped off their kiss and indirect kiss from her lips because despite still loving them and knowing they love her (she has actual confirmation now), Olivia refuses to let the cycle repeat and if they love her, that is all the more reason to harden her heart because she loves them too much to lose them.

As for if Olivia ever does end up with someone...that remains to be seen because I'm so freaking ready to finally get to The Dawn! Yeah~~~!

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Please~~~leave a review! I love them so much!

Look forward to the next chapter and see you then! :D