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

And today is my birthday, so consider this a present to myself and all of you! lol~!

Anyways, there is some action in this chapter but the REAL action begins in the next chapter! Sorry for the delay in that! I forgot about the Major! Lol!

And I am using dialogue from both the OVA and manga versions of The Dawn.

Please enjoy this chapter and I welcome all new and returning readers!

"Well they took that better than I expected." Arthur chuckled, propping his legs up on the coffee table in his office with a glass of whiskey nestled in his grasp. "I thought Sir Reginald was going to blow a gasket when I showed him Walter and Olivia's photos."

"Well it is understandable," Hugh replied, taking a sip of his tea. "As far as the Council was concerned, Walter and Olivia were your wards, and not your soldiers."

Arthur just snorted under his breath and lounged back in his chair, allowing the events of the past few years to wash over him.

"Uprising Polish military resistance; the German Wehrmacht laying siege, and just around the corner, Soviet Forces are advancing—Warsaw is in a tumultuous state tantamount to the bottom of a witch's cauldron."

"Quite right, but Arthur," Hugh lowered his tea cup and scrutinized the messy room with a sigh. "Your study is as mussed as the war situation. Can't you tidy it up a bit?"

"Walter is the one who takes care of everything in this room." Arthur grunted, pouring himself another shot of whiskey. "He'd better chivy along and get to the task so he can double time it back home."

"Enough drinking, Arthur." Hugh plucked the shot glass out of his grip and slammed it down on the table. "You need to be sober, especially in such dire times! We are in a national state of emergency!"

"I think it's safe to say we've been in a state of emergency for the past five years!" Arthur retorted evenly while snatching the glass back up and taking a swing. "And I need this whiskey to get me through these hard times!"

Hugh didn't miss the way Arthur's gaze drifted to his bare ring finger for a moment, and the corners of his eyes crinkled in worry for his still heartbroken friend. No matter how Arthur tried to harden his heart and dive back into his promiscuous ways, the hole left by Martha's death would never be filled.

"Arthur…" Hugh exhaled, ready to be a comforting shoulder for his old friend, but said 'old friend' didn't want Hugh's pity or his shoulder to cry on.

"Here, have a drink, you old stick in the mud!" Arthur dumped the remaining whiskey into Hugh's tea cup, snickering as the usually uptight man flailed around in anger.

"What in God's name are you doing?! You blooming twit!"

But Arthur just let it bounce off of him with a small grin.

"As charming as ever I see." He teased before placing the now empty whiskey glass on the table. "So what's the situation?"

"Well," Hugh composed himself, realizing that Arthur was now entering the 'Iron Hearted Director' mode. "The cargo plane should be in Warsaw airspace by now. The children along with that 'thing' have probably landed already." He stared down at his soiled tea before glancing up at Arthur. "Are you sure about this?"

"Hmm? What do you mean?"

"If this fails—."

"Not a chance," Arthur declared, never doubting the abilities of his soldiers. "Do you realize how strong those two are? Why I be—!"

Suddenly there was a barrage of knocks at the office door as the voices of two ladies of the night poured in through the cracks.

"Ack! W-Wait a moment! Don't come in yet!" Arthur scrambled to the door, completely forgetting he had made appointments for the night.

Luckily he was able to diffuse the situation and closed the door with a relived sigh, only to break out into a sweat at the flames growing behind the enraged Sir Islands.

"You bastard!" Hugh snarled, the flames growing larger and larger. If Arthur wanted to return to his old ways, then fine. But did he have to indulge himself on the night of their assault on Warsaw?! "What are you doing with those women, especially with serious royal affairs at hand?!"

"What am I doing?" Arthur stared at Hugh like he had two heads. "You know precisely what I am doing."

The flames erupted into a full on volcanic attack.

"You idiot! You chuffing, bollock-brained git!" Hugh got right into Arthur face and jostled him roughly on the shoulders. "I knew you were an idiot since our fresher days at Oxford, but I didn't think you were a complete and utter idiot as this!"

"Stuff it and piss off!" Arthur whined in return, sticking his lips out in a pout. "Walter, who pesters me to no end, is now away! I don't need to hear it from you too, Islands!"

"Idiot!" Hugh threw trash after trash at Arthur's idiotic face. "You sodding wanker!"

"Hey! Quit overreacting!"

"Fuck you!"

"Knock it off, Islands!"

"Arsehole! Jerk off!" Hugh hurled the whiskey glass at his face, steam blowing out of his ears. "Walter and Olivia are out there, fighting on the battlefield this very moment! You should be less concerned with your perverted needs, and a bit more worried about them!"

Arthur easily caught the whiskey glass and gave Hugh a confident grin.

"We needn't have any qualms about the Angel of Death! He is a force that's beyond our wildest imaginations!"

"And what about Olivia? She wasn't bred for war since birth like Walter was."

"Hasn't she proved herself again and again, Islands? She may appear frail, but that girl has the instincts of a warrior and executes my orders perfectly. Olivia is the perfect partner for Walter, the Yang to his Yin."

"Then why did you put that rubbish on her bracelets if you trust them so much?!" Hugh demanded, having spotted the exchange at the airfield.

"It is insurance. I didn't spend the past year improving upon my ancestors' research for nothing, y'know."

"But why Olivia? Why not Walter? He is a better suited candidate for….such an act."

"Because…" Arthur took a seat and gestured for Hugh to do the same. "It can only be Olivia and no one else."

"Why? She may be a soldier, but she is still just a mere, human girl."

"That is the exact reason," Arthur chuckled under his breath. "Olivia being a 'mere human girl' is the reason for everything."

"What do you mean?" Hugh glanced down at the bottles of whiskey, wondering if Arthur was already drunk after only a few glasses. "You're not making any sense, Arthur."

"Maybe so, Hugh. Maybe so." He hummed, resting his chin on his knuckle with a faraway gaze. "But then again….nothing has made sense in years."

From the moment Alucard dropped Olivia onto his office floor, Arthur knew this little girl was special to his servant. It may have started out as entertainment—maybe even an investment—to see what this naïve, trembling little girl would become when thrown into the role of a soldier.

Would she shatter or would she triumph?

In the end, Olivia did triumph and blossomed into a remarkable soldier and no one was more pleased to watch her metamorphosis than Alucard.

However, there was one 'plot twist'—if one can call it that—in Alucard's little show that he never expected: Olivia willingly shared her heart with him, thus forging an emotional bond that his servant wasn't prepared to experience.

Alucard expected Olivia to become a fearsome soldier, but he never expected her to love him in the process.

Her capacity to love was Olivia's greatest strength, but also her greatest weakness, and Arthur saw that plainly when she isolated herself after witnessing Alucard's past. She was traumatized and emotionally torn, but the only thing she requested from Arthur was that he talk to Alucard as an equal for once; Arthur found it hilarious that Alucard was as equally taken aback by her request as he was.

But that was the moment Olivia went from a simple form of entertainment to something more precious in Alucard's eyes.

But Arthur didn't pay any mind to it at first, just glad one of his top soldiers had snapped out of her funk and was able to resume her duties once more. And, while Arthur was aware Alucard had his charming moments, he knew Alucard wasn't capable of human emotions and Olivia would remain a mere—but respected—comrade.

However, Arthur realized that was not so as time progressed and Olivia grew older.

Of course, he still tried to brush it off as nothing, but it was nine months after Martha's death when Arthur realized that maybe he didn't know his servant as well as he once thought.

Arthur had ordered Olivia to remain on strict bedrest, but he knew she was sneaking out at night to practice—stubbornness, another flaw Olivia had. So, while finishing off the last bit of paperwork for the night, Arthur decided to pull aside the drapes to see if Olivia was still out there, and sure enough, she was, standing at the edge of the pond with her back to him. But…she wasn't alone.

Standing to her right was Alucard, missing his hat and glasses, and his arms crossed at his chest. They didn't appear to be talking, and Arthur figured Alucard was there to bring her back inside, since she was defying orders. However, just as Arthur was about to let the drapes fall back into place, he noticed something that made his heart stop.

While Olivia continued to stare ahead, Alucard had slowly turned his head to stare down at her, his maroon eyes glowing in the night.

Arthur had never seen such an expression on Alucard's face in all his years. His servant usually had a stern, stoic, cunning, or bloodthirsty look on his face, yet….he could only describe the expression on Alucard's face, in that moment, as one of utter endearment.

He wasn't smiling—no, his face was blank, but his eyes….his eyes spoke volumes and Arthur gasped when Alucard reached out to her.

The back of his knuckles hovered next to her cheek like he wanted to caress it, yet when Olivia turned to face him, he quickly retracted his hand and stared ahead once more.

Such a tiny action could be explained as concern for a comrade or he was shooing a fly away, but Arthur knew better.

"Fuck.." Arthur stumbled back, bracing himself against his desk while running a hand through his disheveled hair. "You've got to be fucking kidding me…"

But he had seen it for himself, and in the end, all Arthur could do was laugh in disbelief.

"A mere human girl?!" He laughed, falling back into his chair and covering his face. "It is a mere human girl who puts such a look on your face, Vlad Dracul?! The Hellsing family owns you, yet you've never looked at us like that! What makes Olivia so special?!"

But from such a revelation came an idea, and Arthur immediately went to work. Now, he just had to let the seeds of his labor birth fruit.

"Arthur?" Hugh's voice broke through his thoughts and he was brought back to reality. "Are you alright?"

"Dogs are supposed to hunt and kill rabbits, Islands." Arthur mumbled, shaking his head as he leaned back in his chair. "Yet…it appears mine has fallen in love with one instead."

Arthur didn't know how to feel about the situation, but in the end, he knew it didn't matter how he felt. Even as Alucard's master, Arthur realized this was the one situation where he had no power over him.

It was Olivia who did.

'Think long and hard about what you will choose to do, Olivia. But just remember,' Arthur pressed a kiss to his bare ring finger. 'Your duty comes before anything else.'

"WHEN WE GET BACK HOME, WALTER, I'M GOING TO KICK YOUR ASS INTO THE NEXT MILLENIUM!" Olivia wailed over the wind rushing past them. "AND WHEN YOU GET THERE, SIR HELLSING'S HEIR WILL KICK YOU INTO THE NEXT ONE!"

"Promises, promises!" Walter cackled, moving to kneel on the coffin alongside her. "Now shut up and shoot at that window so we can get to work!"

Olivia glared at him and whipped Sic Parvis Magna out, aiming for the casing of the only lit window on the massive building. However, that proved to be very difficult with the wind assaulting her eyes, causing them to water terribly. Yet, she still fired the arrow and it hit its intended target on the mark, allowing Walter's wires to wrap around it so they could swing into the window.

"BRACE YOURSELF!" And both of them began to scream at the top of their lungs, albeit for different reasons.

They crashed through the window and landed on the long dinner table, shattered glass and wood at their feet. And, sitting at the far end of the table, was The Major, the Doktor, and the Captain.

'So these are the monsters.' Olivia sneered, stringing up Sic Parvis Magna again while Walter 'greeted' them.

"Why don't you tremble in fear, you bastards?" Walter snickered, brandishing his wires proudly. "Having a nightly communal jerk-off, are we?"

"Who the hell are you?" The Doktor bellowed, the only one out of the trio who appeared to be surprised by their 'guests'. "Tell me now!"

"I am Hellsing's butler, Walter C. Dornez!" He lifted his arm and swung it down like he was doing a mock bow, while Olivia simply scowled at them.

"And I am Olivia Emese Song, Head of Hellsing's Archery Division." She kicked shards of glass off the table and stepped forward, hoping one of the shards landed in the Major's dinner. "It is our duty to help our Lord if he is in any danger."

"And," Walter stood next to her, resting his hand on his hip. "To send you bastards straight on into Hell."

"Hellsing?!" The Doktor gasped. "The Order of Royal Protestant Knights?! The organization specialized in the elimination of vampires?!"

"It would appear our Lord's reputation precedes him, Walter." Olivia smirked while Walter kicked a set of glass tableware against the wall and laughed.

"So it seems, Olivia. So it seems." Then he stuffed in his hands into his pockets and regarded the demons before them with an ice cold stare. "We are here to stop your experiments; to destroy you once and for all and not spare a single soul….you fucking Nazis."

Usually Walter's big talk frightened off their enemies, but only the Doktor appeared to be concerned and that unnerved Olivia. The Doktor may be in charge of the experiments, but the man sitting down was obviously the head in command and he wasn't even breaking a sweat.

"This is annoying," The Major scoffed, cutting into another piece of his steak. "There is no reason I should fear you. Germany won't lose this war completely." He grinned and took a bite. "Nor will we leave this war so quickly…because war…is what we love the most."

A shiver ran down Olivia's spine and her grip on Sic Parvis Magna tightened.

'So…all they want to do is make war, regardless of the outcome and even if it involves dealing with the undead…' Olivia bared her teeth. 'Fucking psychotic bastards…they all deserve to burn to Hell.'

"I take it you are the leader here," Walter pulled out his cigarette and puffed out a smoke ring, never breaking eye contact. "Right, Fatass?"

"Correct, and I don't like being interrupted at dinner." The Major continued to eat, the 'Fatass' comment bouncing off of him. "So, this 'fatass' will continue to enjoy his meal. Now, will you two please excuse me?"

Then the Major focused on his meal and proceed to ignore the duo completely.

"They aren't taking us seriously." Olivia muttered, nose crinkling at the sounds of the demon chewing without a care in the world, as if he wasn't responsible for the death of thousands.

"I can fix that." Walter's foot nudged towards one of the steak knives on the table.

Then, without thinking, Olivia's eyes strayed to the Captain's, who had been silent this entire time, to find him staring intently at the both of them.

"Walter, the large one keeps—." But she was cut by Walter flinging the knife towards the Major, only for the Captain to dart forward as fast as lightning and catch the knife before it could touch the Major's smug face.

Olivia and Walter both gasped slightly as the knife shattered to bits in the stoic Captain's hand.

'Fuck…! Whatever he is, it is not human.' She bit her lip, sizing up the Captain from head to toe. 'Wait….his eyes…no monster I know has magenta eyes.'

Suddenly, Olivia's ear twitched as she detected the approach of armed reinforcements.

"Walter," She murmured, still in an eye lock with the Captain. "We are about to have company. Brace yourself."

"About damn time the dogs came running to their 'master'," Walter snickered under his breath before nudging Olivia behind him. "I'll take care of them. Just make sure to dodge."

Seconds later, the wooden double doors flew opened and they were surrounded by Nazi soldiers and their loaded guns.

"This boy and girl are intruders who stand in the way of our research. What's more, they dare to disturb the Major's dinner time." The Doktor declared, now acting like he was in control. "Kill them."

Walter and Olivia smirked as a barrage of bullets rained down upon them, and they leapt up into the air, dodging the gunfire with ease. And while Walter zig-zagged his wires across the room, Olivia swung Sic Parvis Magna down and split the table in two, thus creating a barrier around them.

"Look at these idiots, Olivia!" Walter smirked as the soldiers continued to fire. "They are nothing but easy targets!"

All of the soldiers were immediately diced into pieces as Walter yanked back on his wires, spraying their blood and viscera on everything but him and Olivia.

"Nicely done." Olivia hummed, kicking a severed foot away from her. "Angel of Death."

"Naturally." Walter chuckled, about to retract his wires when the sound of someone applauding broke the 'peace'.

The duo whirled around and found the Major applauding with the Doktor at his right, holding the dinner plate and cup.

And the both of them…were completely unscathed.

"A fascinating power." The Major complimented, not perturbed in the slightest that all of his soldiers were dead. "You get angry easily, boy."

"What the hell?!" Walter was dumbstruck. "My wires should've reached you bastards as well!"

"Unfortunately," Olivia hissed under her breath, leering at the giant to their left. "They had a shield as well."

There stood the Captain, his palms bleeding from catching Walter's deadly wires yet he still showed no emotion.

"What the hell are you?" Olivia regarded him with a twinge of fear growing in her chest. "No one has ever been able to catch Walter's wires!"

The Captain still said nothing.

"You said your name was Walter, right?" The Major stepped forward, crushing an eyeball beneath his boot. "You have shown us that you have tremendous talent. I would very much like to work with you. Your ability will be a great addition to our ranks. Will you betray Hellsing and join us? As a troop in my Waffen SS division? In my 'Lazte Battalion', as a vampire? Join us and nothing will stand in your way." Then he held a hand out while his glasses reflected both the Captain's and Walter's faces. "So what do you say, Walter?"

Walter's eyes widened in shock and he was frozen in place while Olivia nearly snapped Sic Parvis Magna in half.

"Fucking demon!" Olivia slid in front of Walter and aimed an arrow at the Major's face. "Walter would never betray Hellsing and join the likes of you! I'll put an arrow through your brain for such insult!"

"Was I talking to you, little Fräulein?" The Major didn't even blink, equating Olivia more to a pesky fly than an actual threat. "But go ahead and shoot me if you wish, but I fear your arrows will never reach me." The Major shrugged with a condescending grin, and Olivia's eyes immediately drifted to the Captain whose blank, inhuman gaze was locked on her.

"What a faithful lapdog you have, Major." Olivia spat out, still not lowering her bow. "Can he play fetch well? I'm curious to see if he can catch all my arrows before they reach you."

"How dare—!" The Doktor stepped forward, but the Major held a hand up to silence him.

"Your accent sounds familiar, little Fräulein. Tell me, are you from Hungary?"

"What does it matter to you?"

"Oh, I was just curious about how a half blood Hungarian could speak so eloquently."

Olivia's ears flushed a cherry red, and she was about to fire all of her arrows when Walter shoved himself in front of her.

"Keep dreaming, pig!" He growled, baring his teeth. "I will never join you nor will I allow you to speak to my partner that way! In fact, I'm going to cut off your bloody head right now and throw your remains into a furnace and then burn your fat to keep me warm!"

"Hmph, is that so? What a disappointment." The Major bowed his head and sighed, although that infuriating grin was still plastered to his face. "Well, nothing left to do here, I guess. Captain!" He addressed his 'pet' while turning on his heel and marching towards the door. "Cut off that kid's head and throw him away into the furnace. As for the girl…" The Major stopped at the doorway and peered over his shoulder at Olivia, 'blessing' her with a bone chilling smirk. "Do what you want with her. Doc, let us leave this room."

"Yes, sir." The Doktor, another ever faithful lapdog, stalked after his leader.

"The captain will fight for real. I would not want to be anywhere near him until this is over." The Major noted as the door closed behind them, but before they closed completely, the Major stuck his arm out and bellowed "Sieg Heil!"

'Fucking bastard!' Olivia was about to race after them when the Captain released the wires and they all leapt back to opposite sides of the room to avoid the backlash.

Another stare down occurred and Olivia caught Walter's gaze with hers and he nodded at her.

On the count of the three, both of them dashed forward and sent out their respective weapons.

Without hesitation, the Captain fell down on all fours, eluding Walter's wires and catching each of Olivia's arrows with inhuman precision.

"What the—?!"

Then the Captain scurried forward and slammed Olivia's face into the ground while decking Walter in the cheek, blood spraying from both of their mouths.

Olivia didn't even have the chance to scream as the Captain slammed her face into the ground again before flinging her against the wall, choosing to focus on Walter first.

Weakly, Olivia pulled herself up to rest on her elbows and could faintly see Walter fighting back through blurry, bloodied vision. However, she could also see the trails of blood drifting up to Alucard's coffin and her vision cleared up instantly.

"You lazy son of a—! Wake up!" She braced herself against the wall and stumbled to her feet. "Naptime is over, 'King of Vampires'!"

Unfortunately, Alucard didn't rouse from his slumber, and while Walter did gain the upper hand for a moment, he was once again overpowered by the Captain and pinned to the ground as the Captain attempted to strangle him.

"WALTER!" Olivia immediately launched herself onto the Captain's back and began stabbing the last arrow she had into his neck repeatedly. "HOW DARE YOU LAY HANDS ON HIM?! DIE ALREADY, YOU MONSTEROUS FUCK!"

But her threats and actions didn't deter the Captain at all, and he continued to tighten his grip around Walter's throat as the boy gasped for air.

And, like it was attending a dinner and theatre, the coffin proceeded with its 'meal' and Olivia felt the last of her patience disintegrate to ash.

Throwing her head back, Olivia hacked up a glob of blood and mucous and spat it onto the eye opening on Alucard's coffin.

"WAKE UP AND HELP ME, DAMMIT!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, failing to notice the coffin lid sliding open.

"Ngh!" Alucard slapped his hand over his left eye as a burning sensation shot through it.

"What's wrong, Your Majesty?" The girl cooed, bouncing on her heels with her hands clasped behind her back—a habit she picked up from her mother, no doubt.

"Heh, it appears that your mother is not happy with me right now." Alucard laughed, the sensation spreading across his skull. "I guess I should give her a hand if she so desires."

"Uh oh~! Looks like Mommy needs some help!" She giggled before holding out her hand to him. "Ready to go, Old Man?"

"You wish to partake in battle, little girl?" Alucard smiled, noticing that bloodthirsty gleam in her eyes again. "Won't that upset your mother?"

"That is exactly why I am going!" The girl stuck her tongue out with a cheeky grin as a tommy gun materialized into her left hand.

Alucard could only throw his head back and laugh, Vlad's features slowly melting away as he began to wake up.

"You really are your father's daughter, aren't you?!" He cackled before clasping her hand in his and everything faded to black.

Olivia didn't have a chance to jump out of the way before a bombardment of bullets shot out of the open coffin and rained down upon the Captain.

Luckily, the bullets seemed to go around her, giving Olivia the chance to leap onto Walter's partly asphyxiated form and roll them out of the line of fire.

"What's wrong, Angel of Death? You don't look so well," came Alucard's voice, a hint of mockery in his tone. "It's not like you to let Olivia carry your weight."

"Shut up! You're the one who's late!" Walter panted, sitting up to glare daggers at Alucard. "Bastard! Where is your true form?! Still waking up from your slumber, Vampire Alucard?!"

"True form?" Olivia turned around and nearly fell back at the sight of Alucard's new appearance. The little girl from her imagination was now standing in front of her….with Alucard's deep voice coming from her mouth.

"You have to understand. I can change my form into anything." Alucard explained, the black tendrils behind him receding back into the coffin. "This kind of form doesn't matter to me. Right, 'Mother'~?"

Olivia's face flushed a tomato red as Alucard winked at her, and she was seconds away from shoving him back into his coffin and launching it into space.

'You colossal ass! This is not how I imagined my daughter to be like, Alucard! And don't say such things with your voice in her body!'

"Now then," Alucard rested the tommy gun on his shoulder, his eyes glowing in the moonlight. "Let me assist you in this wolf hunt."

A/N: The real battle starts in the next chapter! Lol! And while I love how Girlycard has a deep voice, I would pay to hear Jouji Nakata and Crispin Freeman do high pitched voices! Haha! And Walter and Olivia do represent the Yin Yang in a way. Anyways, now for some fun time! If this fic was in an Addams Family AU, who would be who? This includes The Dawn and 1999s era of Hellsing! Haha! It's my birthday, let me have some fun.

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

See you in the next chapter~! :D