A/N: I thank you all for the lovely favs/follows/and reviews! I love them all so much!

And, Anthem of the Night, I am going to cross-stitch your review for chapter 28 and hang it above my computer desk so I can always remember who I am. Lol! It was beautiful!

And new cover art of Olivia and Alucard under their tree, done by floorplanks on tumblr! As you can see, Olivia has a different outfit than the one she is currently wearing! And you can see it better, along with the other arts for this fic, on the tumblr blog: theloveandthedead. I reblog lots of Hellsing stuff and also some aesthetics for this fic, which are tagged by character. But most things on the blog may not happen in the fic, they just are good ideas or suit the character. Lol.

Anyways, here is the next chapter! Please enjoy! And I welcome all new and returning readers! :D

Daffodils…

The first things Alucard saw upon awakening were daffodils as far as the eye could see.

Their petals tickled his cheeks, and he swatted them away with a grunt, noticing his skin had regained its color.

His hair, his armor, his voice—he was that derisory, mad king once more.

'Another blasted memory?' Alucard snorted, sitting up and inspecting his surroundings. 'What could it possibly be this time?"

The moon hung high in the sky, yet he could see the daffodils perfectly. Their bright, radiance was not hindered by the night, and it was like he was standing in a field of sunlight.

In the distance, Alucard could see his old castle and knew this was the field on the village outskirts, yet he knew for a fact this field never housed daffodils.

Daffodils didn't grow in Romania, and even if they did, their growth patterns are along the Hungarian border.

'How strange.' He mused, plucking a flower from the ground and twirling the stem between his fingers. 'These flowers hold no significance to me, so why do I dream about them?'

Then, dancing on the wind, Alucard heard a familiar song.

Hai Luluțu, dormi un picu'

Dragul mamii, puiuț micu'

Oare când oi fii voinicu'

Să n-am grijă, de nimicu'

It was the lullaby his mother would sing to him every night, claiming it was passed down from generation to generation.

Even now, Alucard could still remember the sound of her voice and how she always smelt of fresh rain for some reason.

But…..this voice was not hers, and Alucard sprung to his feet to search for the mysterious songstress.

The song led him to a wall of tall grass, and a memory of his younger self hiding in here flashed through his mind. But he brushed off the pitiful memory with a growl and pushed forward, swatting the tall grass out of his way and listening as the singing grew louder.

Then, as he swept another armful of grass out of the way, he found the source.

Standing in the middle of another daffodil patch was a woman in white armor, her long, wavy black hair flowing in the breeze and her armor shining like starlight in the moonlight.

Alucard couldn't see her face, but he felt like he had seen her before.

Haida nani nani

Puișorul mamii

Domi in leganuț

Puișor draguț

"Who are you?" He demanded, stepping forward with his hand on the hilt of his sword. "Answer me."

"Who do you think she is?" came a voice that was both familiar and foreign. "I mean, isn't it obvious?"

"If it's so obvious, why don't you tell me then?" Alucard sneered, searching for the source of the insolent voice. "But first, tell me who the hell you are."

"Down here, Your Majesty~!" The voice teased, and he peered down to find a fourteen year old girl sitting at the knight's feet.

She wore a white dress with a red trim that rested over her bare feet; her black hair was long and straight, and she had a pair of sharp eyes that seemed misplaced on her young, seemingly innocent face.

And yet, for some strange reason, the first thing that came out of Alucard's mouth was, "You look a lot like your mother did at that age."

There were some differences, but Alucard automatically knew this cheeky little girl was the knight's daughter.

"Aww, thank you, Your Majesty." The girl cooed, her tone more condescending than grateful. "That is so sweet of you!"

"Watch your tone, little girl." Alucard hissed, placing his hand on the hilt of his sword again.

"Ooo~! I'm so scared!" She cried out dramatically, placing her hands on her cheeks with wide eyes. "Too bad I'm just a figment of your imagination! Although, I wouldn't mind fighting you, Your Majesty. I think it would be rather fun."

And the way the girl challenged him with such a feral gleam in her eye, Alucard felt that sense of déjà vu wash over him again.

'That look….where have I seen that look before?'

"Who are you?" Alucard demanded again, this time drawing his sword and placing the blade against the girl's throat. "Answer me."

And in response, the girl smiled widely and clasped both of her hands around the blade, her blood leaking onto the daffodils.

"Who do you think I am?"

Olivia had never been inside a military plane before and if she wasn't about to fight a band of Nazis and their abominations, she would've taken more time to enjoy it.

But, as it stood, Olivia was locked in a freezer 39,000 feet above ground with only the middle aged soldier dozing off in the corner being the single person she didn't mind sitting within a two foot radius off.

While boarding at the air field, Olivia stayed as far away from Walter as possible, and luckily he had enough sense not to dig his grave deeper and instead helped to load Alucard's coffin on the plane.

Then, once the coffin was secured, Olivia made her way towards the plane when Sir Hellsing grasped her gently by the wrist—the same wrist that housed the silver bracelets—and rubbed something brittle on them. When Olivia questioned him, he just said it was insurance and not to worry about it. Then, he grasped her by the shoulders and stared her dead in the eye.

"This war will not last forever, Olivia." Arthur stated. "You have to decide what you will do after it is finished, but just remember this, you will always be a soldier before anything else. Never forget that."

Returning to the present, Olivia grasped her wrist and sighed heavily.

She would decide after the war what her next step would be, but for now, she had a mission to complete.

Olivia would be a proper soldier and refrain from allowing personal feelings to hinder the mission.

She would be a mature adult and keep her emotions in check.

"Hey, Olivia." Walter waltzed over with a skip in his step. "Do you have a spare lighter I can use?"

"Yeah, I do." Olivia immediately replied, reaching into her skirt pocket and pulling out her middle finger. "Here, all yours. Enjoy."

Or….at least she would try to.

"Fair enough. I deserved that." Walter rolled his eyes, holding his hands up in surrender. "Hey, old man! Wake up."

"Hm?" The old soldier cracked an eye open, annoyed to have been rudely awakened.

"Can I have a cigarette?" Walter held a hand out and wiggled his fingers. "A cig-a-rette?"

"What the hell do you want?!" The old soldier barked, now fully awake. "These aren't for little punks like you!"

Without missing a beat, Olivia ducked down as Walter send out his wires to steal the old man's cigarettes and lighter while also slicing his cigarette in half for the punk comment.

"H-Hey!" The old soldier stuttered, trying to comprehend what just happened. "That's mine, boy!"

"And they taste like shit," Walter puffed, scanning the box's label with a keen eye. "American Spirits, made by Yankees."

"In war, you take what you can." The old soldier started to defend himself but was cut off by Olivia holding her hand up.

"Do forgive my partner, sir. Walter is used to more of the high class stuff. Consider it a result of his 'posh' upbringing."

Walter just laughed at her jab and stuck his hands in his pockets with a cocky grin.

"Smoking shitty Yankee cigarettes in a shitty Yankee bomber and sending monsters to do their fighting," Walter tilted his head back and scoffed. "So much for an honorable war. Great Britain used to run the world, right? They sure pissed that away. Sad, isn't it, Olivia? Alucard?"

"I wouldn't know. Hungary was rarely on Great Britain's good side." Olivia replied, snatching the cigarette box from him and tossing it back to the old solider. "And don't steal shit, Walter. Great Britain has already colonized half of the world; it doesn't need to colonize this freezer box too."

Walter couldn't help but crack a smile at that, and held his hands up in defeat once more, glad Olivia was still talking to him at least.

He knew the risk of confessing, especially in such a crude way, but he had finally got those damn emotions off his chest and at least Olivia knew where he stood.

Walter wasn't going to beg for her to love him back, but he was going to ensure she would never see him as a little brother again.

But, for now, Walter figured he was content enough with having her friendship.

He could deal with it….as long as that mongrel didn't butt its ugly head in between them.

"So are you one of Sir Penwood's generals?" Olivia inquired, taking a seat on top of Alucard's coffin and tracing her fingers over the inscription. "You must be one of his best to be chosen for a mission like this, sir."

"It's nothing like that, young lady, but I have served under Sir Penwood's family since before the First World War, so they must've wanted a veteran to accompany you two for entertainment purposes, I suppose. And my name is Major James Robins, not 'sir'."

Olivia and Walter snorted under their breath at the entertainment comment, but continued to listen to the old soldier's ramblings, both lost in thought.

'The war is drawing to a close. After it is finished, what path will I choose?' Her fingers continued to dance across Alucard's coffin as she hummed under her breath. 'What waits for me now?'

Soon, a tiny warning bell rung and Walter peered out the window to see the research facility beneath them.

"Ah, I see it! Olivia, this is our stop!"

"About time." She rubbed her neck and yawned, her legs asleep from sitting down for so long. "Well, thank you for the company, Major Robins. We really appreciate it."

"Yeah, thanks for the stories, old man, bye bye." Walter waved at him over his shoulder, excitement bubbling in his veins.

'Finally! I've been dying to show those Nazis what The Angel of Death can do!'

"W-Wait, parachute!" Major Robins called out, frantically gesturing to the parachute cubby in the corner. "You two need a parachute!"

"No we don't!" Walter cheered, before slicing the exit door into pieces and kicking the remains into the vastness down below.

"Of course we don't…." Olivia's stomach dropped, recalling the last time she had plummeted towards the ground at maximum speed.

But Walter had obviously gotten over his fear since he was dragging Alucard's coffin to the open entrance at a lax, easygoing pace.

"Alright…" He mumbled, lifting the once heavy coffin with ease. "Time to work…let's go, Alucard."

"Wait!" Major Robins called out again, except this time more somberly. "Please…just wait a moment."

"Hmm?" Walter fixed his lazy gaze on the older man. "What is it now?"

"Well…as an adult, I have to say I'm ashamed to admit I can't do anything to help you kids, but…" Major Robins glanced down at the cigarette box nestled in his palm. "Sorry, it's your burden.."

Olivia allowed a tiny smile to grace her face, and she cupped his hands in hers and curled his fingers over the cigarette box.

"Don't worry, Major Robins." She hummed, hoping her smile was reassuring. "Walter and I are trained professionals. We will be done for the dawn."

"Y-Yeah," He chuckled and nodded before stepping back and saluting them. "The plane will circle back around for you two in three hours. Godspeed to both of you."

Olivia's smile grew and she was about to thank Major Robins when Walter interrupted her by flashing the V for Victory sign and declaring "Roger that! Major, sir!"

Then, he yanked Olivia back by her collar and threw her on top of Alucard's coffin.

"Walter! What theHELLAREYOUDOAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" Olivia's reprimand quickly evolved into a deafening scream as Walter kicked the coffin out of the plane like a soccer ball before following suit. "I FUCKING HATE YOU, WALTER!"

Walter just cackled in response and cheered, his wires encircling the three of them as they plummeted through the clouds.

"I AM THE ANGEL OF DEATH, SHE IS THE WHITE RABBIT AND WE ARE HELLSING!" Walter announced to the research facility below, that infamous glow in his eyes. "BEWARE ENEMIES OF THE WORLD! WE'LL DEFEAT YOU!"

Olivia just clung to Alucard's coffin and prayed they would make it safely to the ground, biting her lip so hard that blood was dripping onto and into the lid.

Suddenly, the knight stopped singing and gazed down at her daughter.

She bent down, pried the girl's hands from Alucard's blade, and cupped her face in her hands, whispering something that Alucard couldn't hear. Then the knight kissed her daughter on the forehead and dashed off into the tall grass.

"Mama is off to battle now!" The girl giggled, wiping her bloody hands off on her dress. "I love watching Mama fight! It makes my heart flutter, and my fingers tingle! I could watch her fight forever and never get bored!"

Bemused, Alucard watched the strange girl skip around in circles, finally noticing that her eyes were not green like he initially thought, but a sapphire blue.

Blue eyes, that feral gleam, and the insatiable thrill for battle.

'She couldn't have inherited those traits from her mother, so where did she inherit them from?'

Then, the little girl leapt in front of him and pointed a finger gun against his chest.

"It is not becoming of a king to daydream during a battle~!" She teased, whispering a "Bang" before blowing imaginary smoke from the gun's muzzle. "If you're not careful, a monster can get you."

And the little girl smiled widely up at him, and Alucard could plainly see the rows of razor sharp teeth she had.

'Oh…..of course,' Alucard scoffed, placing his sword back in its scabbard. 'It's obvious now….'

He then knelt down on one knee in front of her and poked one of her canines with his index finger.

"Tell me, little girl." He hummed, almost pricking his finger on the tooth's edge. "You inherited these from your father, didn't you?"

A/N: I have a link to the lullaby on my profile! :D And Alucard's female form (or Girlycard) is the form of Olivia's imaginary daughter but it is not her, it is Alucard. However, in this dream, she has her own personality. This will continue in the next chapter. lol And daffodils do have meaning to Alucard, and they have appeared in previous chapters!

Anyways, time to get some action done! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!

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