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Arthur would never admit it to anyone, but the past two weeks without Walter and Olivia were starting to get to him.
Several times he rang the bell on his desk for tea, only to get a subpar cup of mush from an unfortunate soldier placed on kitchen duty, or he would look out the window on certain nights to watch Olivia train, only to find her usual spot empty and overgrown with weeds.
But he knew they were safe and capable of defending themselves, so that brought him some comfort.
Besides, Walter checked in with Arthur every night and gave him a thorough report on his studies, and Arthur hadn't heard about any freak accidents in Europe so that meant Olivia was alright as well.
In the post-war Europe, relations between the countries were still on thin ice, especially between Western Europe and the Soviet Union. Prime Minister Winston Churchill described the situation as Stalin draping an "Iron Curtain' between the East and West; Premier Joseph Stalin defended himself by stating 'co-existence between communist countries and the West were impossible'.
As far as Arthur was aware, Hungary wasn't officially under the Soviet Union or one of its satellite states, but the wind was blowing in that direction.
That was why he ordered Alucard to accompany her, and Arthur knew he wouldn't disobey his orders. However, he now found himself regretting his decision.
As per Olivia's request, Arthur had begun looking at the family servant with an open mind and learned Alucard was capable of more than just mindless bloodshed, but he knew Alucard would always be a dangerous monster at his core.
And the fact that Alucard and Olivia loved each other only made it worse. Arthur wanted to consent to the relationship and he tried to be understanding—mainly for Olivia's sake—but he was starting to realize the flaws and possible hazards of such a bond.
Alucard had torn the world apart for a mortal woman once.
Who's to say he wouldn't do it again?
Fiddling with his fountain pen, Arthur paced around his office as he attempted to sort his thoughts out.
Alucard had given Arthur no reason for doubt since he completed all of his orders without fail and obeyed his every command. But Arthur vividly recalled the stories and journals left behind by his grandfather, detailing the heinous deeds of the fearsome count and former tyrant, and Arthur knew he could never trust his dear servant completely.
Even now, Arthur was prepared to use Olivia again if Alucard stepped out of line. The mark on her arm was the result of housing Hellsing blood and her body rejecting it, but his essence was still embedded into her skin.
He hoped it wouldn't come to that though.
Arthur just prayed that Alucard remembered what the sigils engraved on his hands meant, and what would happen to him if he dared to disobey his master. Arthur may be less brutal than his predecessors, but he was just as strong willed and iron hearted.
Heaving a hefty sigh, Arthur threw his pen on his desk and picked up his cup of subpar tea, wincing as he drowned the horrid drink.
He had caught a cold recently, which was out of the blue since it was late summer and he only caught colds during the winter. Yet Arthur chalked it up to stress and continued to drink his tea.
'Hellsings don't succumb to illnesses.' Arthur grumbled, slamming the empty tea cup down. 'Never have, never will.'
The week in Paris had quickly come to an end, and Olivia found herself standing in front of the Eiffel Tower on the morning of their departure.
True to her word, Olivia visited every location, whether café or street corner, that her parents went to with Alucard by her side as her photographer.
"It's a shame you can't take a photo with me." Olivia sighed when Alucard (who was in his teenage form) handed the camera back to her. "But I am surprised you know how to use a camera, especially with such professionalism."
"Do you think I sit in that dungeon doing nothing but drinking wine and picking my teeth?" Alucard pulled the brim of her hat down over her face. "I enjoy learning about modern technology and whatever other interesting inventions you humans conjure up."
"Maybe they will create a camera vampires can use too and I can finally have a picture of the two of us!" Olivia giggled, taking him by the hand and tugging him forward. "C'mon, we are off to The Louvre!"
Olivia laughed at the memory and wrapped her arms around her waist, the warmth in her chest spreading out to her limbs.
"Anya, Apa, Paris is as beautiful as you said it was, and I was able to create my own memories while re-tracing your footsteps." A light blush dusted her cheeks as she placed her right hand over her heart. "And…in a way…it was like I was on my own honeymoon."
"Really now." Alucard suddenly appeared at her side, back in his child form and wrapping his arms around her legs. "If I knew this was our honeymoon, I would've disemboweled that 'bodyguard' as an offering for my bride."
"You can do that when we have our first child and the shaman comes to bless him with sweetgrass." Olivia played along, picking him up and rubbing her nose against his. "Is it time to leave already?"
"Yes, the cab is waiting for us at the park entrance."
"I hope Ms. Chevalier isn't too disappointed that we declined her offer to drive us to the station." Olivia muttered, walking over to where the cab was waiting. "She has done so much for us, and I don't want to seem ungrateful."
"The hotel owner is fine. Besides," Alucard tugged on the strap of her jumper. "I've been meaning to ask you about your new garments. I don't recall you buying them this week."
"Do you like them? Ms. Chevalier gave them to me this morning." She beamed, spinning around like a runaway model. Her new outfit consisted of a lace, translucent shirt with long puffy sleeves, a white jumper, and a pair of matching heels. "I think I look rather cute. Although, I do feel guilty about accepting it since Ms. Chevalier was so understanding about the broken mirror; she didn't even question my stupid excuse about breaking it because I saw a spider."
"Well, the hotel owner didn't believe you entirely." Alucard interjected, reminding Olivia that he could read minds. "But she was far more concerned about why all your hair was gone than about a silly mirror."
"Yeah," Olivia chuckled nervously. "I never actually gave her a reason why, but she never pushed me. I guess, being Ms. Valentine's friend and all, Ms. Chevalier has seen her fair share of strange things."
"Possibly." Alucard muttered, resting his cheek on her shoulder and fiddling with the top button of her shirt. "You look lovely, by the way."
"I've gone from pretty to lovely!" Olivia cheered, a pronounced bounce in her step. "An upgrade!"
"But not quite beautiful yet."
"Don't ruin the moment." Olivia scowled, finally reaching the cab and sliding into the passenger compartment with Alucard on her lap.
As the cab drove through the streets of Paris and towards the station, Olivia gave the city one final glance, a gentle yet melancholy smile on her face.
'Farewell, newlywed Anya and Apa.' She blew a kiss to the Eiffel Tower fading away in the distance. 'May your memories of love live on in this city for all eternity.'
Then, as the cab turned the corner, Olivia caught sight of the hospital Richard was currently in and her eyes became like stone.
'Enjoy your miserable existence while you can, Richard Hellsing. You will receive your punishment and more in due time.' Olivia made a finger gun with her right hand and aimed it at the passing hospital. 'Just you wait.'
And she fired the 'gun' before the building faded completely out of sight, anxiously awaiting the day when the imaginary bullet would become a real one.
In order to reach Hungary, the two of them would have to travel through Switzerland and Austria first. Germany wasn't an option, and Italy definitely wasn't an option since it was the homeland of the Iscariot Organization.
So the great 'Neutral' country it was then, although some would say calling Switzerland neutral was a stretch.
During the world war, Switzerland was surrounded by fascist countries on all sides (this included France which was partially occupied by German troops after the French surrender in 1940), and all Swiss imports and exports were under German control. So the land locked country had a choice to make: maintain its trade and financial relations with its neighbors on a pre-war level or sever all its ties and surrender.
In the end, Switzerland chose the former while asserting they would maintain their independence, unlike Austria which fell under Hitler's influence.
Critics and scholars could argue back and forth about Switzerland and its grey neutrality for years, but it was still commendable they were able to hold a 'neutral' stance for so long.
However, that didn't excuse some of their decisions and policies made during the war, namely their attitudes towards refuges.
Switzerland did accommodate some 55,000 civilian refugees during the war, but approximately 20,000 – 25,000 refugees were rejected at the border, which meant death for most of them. The Swiss authorities even denied diplomatic protection for Jewish Swiss citizens coming in from the surrounding countries, and Swiss diplomats were involved in the creation of the "J" stamp to mark the passports of the Jewish German citizens, a vile discriminating tactic to make escaping more difficult.
The entire matter reminded Olivia of a slaughterhouse, and she intently stared out the window when the train stopped for passengers in Zürich, Switzerland.
"I wonder how many of them are refuges," She mumbled, her eyes instantly drawn to a mother and son who only had a tiny suitcase to call their own. "And I wonder how many of them were separated from their families….and how many of them had to watch their loved ones perish."
Alucard gazed into Olivia's eyes, finding not a reflection of the crowd outside but a reflection of her family's eviscerated corpses. Silently, he rose up from his seat across from her and settled himself on her lap, causing Olivia to turn her attention towards him.
Still not saying a word, Alucard cupped her face in his hands and Olivia began to smile at the sentiment when he suddenly yanked her cheeks apart and she let out a squeal of pain.
"What the hell was that for?!" Olivia scowled, prying his hands from her face. "I thought we were having a moment!"
"Look lively, draga mea." Alucard stuck his tongue out and snickered. "We have a guest approaching."
Seconds later, the cabin door slid open and a very pregnant woman entered over the threshold with an orange carry-on bag and a bashful expression.
"Pardon me," She gulped, her gentle voice laced with a Hungarian accent. "I….um….the other cabins are full so I was hoping I could impose on you…and ask if…if you would allow me to sit with you."
Olivia's heart nearly stopped and her smile nearly tore her face in half.
'A Hungarian! A Hungarian, Alucard! She is Hungarian!' Olivia shook Alucard back and forth so rapidly that he looked like a blur. 'I can't believe I've met another Hungarian! After so long! ALUCARD, SHE IS HUNGARIAN!'
"So I see." He growled, tugging on her cheeks again to make her stop. "Now, cease and desist and invite our guest in. And if you shake me again, I will—lovingly—throw you off the train."
"Ah! Right! Sorry!" Olivia composed herself before turning to the woman and responding in Hungarian. "Please take a seat, miss. My son and I welcome your company."
"Y-You're Hungarian?! Thank goodness!" The woman placed her hand over her heart and closed the door behind her. "It's been so long since I've able to speak my mother tongue!"
"Same here. It is a rather pleasant surprise." Olivia giggled, gesturing for the woman to take a seat next to her. "I am Olivia Emese Song and this is my son, Alucard."
"It's a pleasure, Ms. Song. My name is Julia Untaru." She grinned and offered her hand to Alucard. "You are quite the handsome young man, Alucard."
"Thank you." He replied in perfect Hungarian, grasping her index finger and shaking it. "You are very pretty as well, Ms. Untaru."
"Such nice manners." Julia praised, retracting her hand and placing it on her swollen abdomen. "I bet he takes after his father, correct? Is he traveling with you, if you don't mind me asking?"
"I don't mind at all." Olivia laughed, pointing to the coffin on the floor. "My husband is right there. I'm afraid he is not much for conservation, but he is a great listener." She had to bite her lip to keep from laughing as Julia did a double take and stuttered out an apology.
"O-Oh My! I…I'm so sorry for your loss! I didn't—!"
"Its fine, Ms. Untaru. I was just having a bit of fun." Olivia leaned over and clasped her on the shoulder. "Do forgive me."
"Oh," Julia breathed out, patting her chest to soothe her racing heart. "I see. Forgive me for overreacting."
"Teasing a pregnant woman?" Alucard muttered, a cheeky grin on his face. "Tsk, tsk, you are setting a bad example for your precious son."
"Oh, hush." She stuck her tongue out at him. "I apologized already, and you're the one to talk about setting a bad example, Mr. 'I used a 12 year old girl as a Frisbee to bait a possessed dog'."
"You're still angry about that?" He smirked, poking her between the eyes. "You'll give yourself wrinkles from holding a grudge, my love."
"You little—!"
"Um," Julia coughed out, wondering what the mother and son were whispering so intently about. "So, where in Hungary are you heading to?"
"My son and I are heading to my home town, Szentendre, and then—."
"Szentendre?!" Julia lurched forward suddenly, causing Olivia to jump back and hit her head on the wall. "That is my hometown too!"
"Really?!" Olivia chuckled, rubbing the lump on the back of her head. "What a small world it is indeed."
"Yes." Julia sighed, leaning back and closing her eyes. "When the war broke out, I was only 14 and my parents sent me to Switzerland for sanctuary. I begged them to come with me, but they said I had to live on for them." Julia reached into her bag and pulled out a weathered photo of a Romani man and woman. "I was afraid I wouldn't be let in since so many refugees were denied entry but, somehow, I was granted access. For the past six years, I did odd jobs and tried to send letters to my parents whenever I could. It was lonely, but when I was 16, I met my Elias. He was my sun in those dark times and the four years of marriage we had together were bliss. However, he passed away earlier this year, leaving me and our baby on our own." She placed her hand on her bulging belly and held back a sob. "So, now that the war is over, I want to return home and have our baby with my mother and father by my side." Julia let out a halfhearted chuckle and turned to Olivia. "Forgive me for rambling, Ms. Song. I'm sure you don't want to listen to my depressing story."
"I don't mind at all, Ms. Untaru. I'm glad you are going home to your family." Julia could detect a hint of sorrow in Olivia's tone but decided not to press the matter.
"I'm nine months along now. I hope to have our daughter in my arms before the end of the month."
"Daughter?"
"Yes, I can feel it in my soul that I am carrying Elias' daughter." Julia giggled when she felt the baby kick against her hand. "Her name will be Alexandria—Alexandria Catinca Untaru."
"That is a beautiful name." Olivia nodded, already envisioning the happy family Alexandria had waiting for her. "And I know Alexandria will become a woman benefiting such a name."
"Hehe. Alexandria says thank you." Julia hummed, rubbing her belly with a thoughtful expression. "I must confess I am a bit nervous. I've heard horror stories about child birth and what it does to the mother."
"You'll be right as rain." Olivia placed her hand on top of Julia's and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "You survived the war, so I believe you can survive this."
Julia clung to Olivia's hand, as if to draw strength from it, and nodded.
"Thank you,….Olivia. Thank you so much."
For hours, the two women talked about their childhoods in Hungary and their experiences during the war. Olivia had to water down her experiences and involvement, but she did mention that she was a soldier. Alucard had dozed off at some point, finding the conversation boring and Olivia's lap comfortable; Julia cooed at how adorable he was and asked Olivia about her own pregnancy.
Olivia could only blush as Alucard smiled in his sleep.
By the time the train was halfway across Austria and nearing the Hungary border, it was the dead of night and all the passengers were fast asleep in their cabins.
Olivia was curled up in her corner with Alucard nestled on her lap when she felt a light tap on her shoulder.
Half asleep and repressing the urge to punch whoever was bothering her, Olivia cracked an eye open to find Julia standing in front of her with a pained expression and a hand on her back.
"Julia?" She sat up, all traces of sleep vaporized. "Are you alright? Is something wrong?"
"Alexandria has been acting up for the past hour." She winced, a light sweat breaking out on her brow. "I was thinking about walking around the train until she settles down. Could you walk with me?"
"Of course! It's not safe for you to walk around on your own." Olivia gently placed Alucard on the bench and opened her bag to grab a coat to cover him with and a blessed knife for protection.
"Is that really necessary?" Julia gulped, eyeing the weapon with worry and distaste. "It is only a few laps up and down the passenger carts."
"In my line of work, I've learned it is better to be safe than sorry."
After checking to make sure Alucard was comfortable, Olivia led her out of their cabin and gave Julia her arm to hold onto as she escorted her down the hallway.
There was not a soul in sight, and the only time light illuminated the dark corridor was when moonlight passed through the entrance windows.
"How do you feel now?" Olivia inquired, noticing how tightly Julia was clinging to her arm and how her hands were drenched in sweat. "Should I alert a porter and ask them to signal for assistance?"
"Nh! No….I'll be fine." She panted, leaning against Olivia for support. "I just need some fresh air. Please take me to the rear cart. I can stand on the platform there."
"Alright, but just for a few minutes." Olivia advised, turning on her heel and escorting Julia towards the back of the train. "It is cold at night, and I don't want you and Alexandria to get sick."
"Your motherly instincts are kicking in." Julia giggled. "I feel safe in your capable hands."
"Please," She grumbled, keeping a firm hand on Julia's waist as they moved to the next cart. "I'm not as great of a mother as you think I am."
The rear cart consisted of large crates of cargo and had very little insulation.
It was difficult to navigate towards the exit door with such minimal light, but Olivia was able to manage.
"Hopefully we won't get in trouble for doing this." Julia smiled wryly, her knees buckling slightly. "I would hate for you to get into trouble on my behalf."
"Don't worry about me." Olivia grinned reassuringly, placing her hand on the doorknob. "You focus on your—."
The sound of wood creaking interrupted her, and the hair on the back of Olivia's neck stood up.
"Olivia, what's—?"
"Shh!" Olivia nudged Julia behind her and got into a defensive position with her knife in hand. "We aren't the only ones here."
Julia's eyes became wide as saucers and she clung to Olivia's back as the sound of creaking wood filled the cart again.
"There is no use hiding." Olivia announced, her sights fixated on a crate in the far left corner. "Come out and face me or I'll drag you out myself."
There was a moment of silence before the floor began to creak again as the culprit crawled out into the open.
"But…they're…." Julia trailed off, her face frozen in shock while Olivia maintained her stance and her cold expression.
Before them stood a gaunt faced man in raggedy clothing who was wielding a pistol in his grimy hands.
"Oh God." Julia whimpered, wrapping her arms around her belly protectively. "Not here, not here…."
"What are you doing here?" Olivia questioned him, keeping her eyes peeled for any sudden movements. "You don't have any business being in the rear cart at this time of night. Why don't you go and—?"
"Bleib zurück!" The man bellowed when Olivia took a step forward, raising his pistol up to fire. "Bleib zurück oder ich schieße!"
'Fuck,' Olivia took a step back, not understanding an ounce of German but had enough sense to know he didn't want her to move. 'I need to get Julia out of here before things get ugly. It would be one thing if he was a ghoul, but he is human and I can't act without alerting Hellsing first. There has to be—."
Olivia was jerked out of her thoughts when she heard Julia let out an earsplitting scream and whirled around to find her hunched over with water running down her legs.
"Oh fuck!" Olivia caught Julia in her arms and maneuvered her to the ground, her heart pounding in her ears and her palms pooling sweat. "H-HELP! SOMEBODY COME HELP US! SHE IS GOING INTO LABOR!"
"Schweigen!" The man's hand trembled as he aimed his pistol at them. "Ich werde dich beide töten, wenn du nicht schweigst!"
"She is going into fucking labor, you psycho!" Olivia screeched, pointing to the entrance of the cart. "Go get help now!"
But the man was too hysterical to see reason and began to pull back on the trigger.
"NO!" Olivia tackled him just as he fired, the bullet shooting through the roof instead of Julia's head.
She wrestled with him across the floor, trying to rip the gun away from him while also still screaming for help at the top of her lungs.
"OLIVIA!" Julia howled as another contraction hit her. "HELP ME!"
"HOLD ON! I'LL BE RIGHT THERE!" Olivia pinned the man down and brandished her knife against his neck. "My friend is having a baby and if you try to stop us from leaving this cart, I will slice your throat open and leave your corpse for my son to feed on!"
The man's eyes were bloodshot and he was still panting heavily, but he didn't make an effort to fight back so Olivia eased up her grip slightly.
Just then, another contraction hit Julia and she threw her head back and bawled until her throat was raw, her nails digging into the floorboards and breaking off..
"OLIVIA!"
"JULIA!" Olivia threw herself off the man and scrambled over to her, granting the hysterical man the opportunity to aim his gun at Olivia's back and fire.
But, the man's hand was trembling so hard that the bullet missed its intended target.
Instead…..it hit—.
"NO!" Olivia collapsed on her knees next to Julia and tried to stop the bleeding from the wound in her chest. "NO NO NO NO! JULIA! JULIA!"
"Oli….va…" Julia breathed out, blood dripping from her lips and her blue dress rapidly becoming red. "My…baby…"
"Don't talk, don't talk!" Olivia stammered, gathering Julia up into her arms. "We are going to get some help, so I need you to hold on for me! Okay?! E-E-Everything is going to be fine! You are going to be just fine!"
And all while this was happening, Olivia didn't notice the man stumble to his feet and aim at her back once more.
Yet again, he missed his target….only this time it was because Alucard bit his hand off.
"You dare to harm my wife?" He sneered, crushing both the hand and the pistol in his jaws while reveling in the man's wails of fear and agony. "Scream all you want. No one is coming to rescue you."
"Is that…..Alucard?" Julia gasped, the contractions moving closer together. "H-How did he get so big?! And what….what is he doing to that man?!"
"Never mind that!" Olivia directed Julia's attention back to her, completely ignoring Alucard shoving his arm down the man's throat and yanking out his spine. "We need to get you back to the main cart so the conductor can radio for help. You and Alexandria are going to be fine, I promise!"
Cradling her against her chest, Olivia stood up and was about to rush forward when another contraction hit Julia and her screams caused Olivia to fall back down.
"Julia, please be strong for me! I promise I won't let—!" Olivia's voice caught in her throat as blood began to leak from between Julia's legs and onto the floor.
A uterine rupture.
"Oh fuck!" Olivia began to hyperventilate. "W-We need a doctor! I can't let you two die….I promised everything would be alright…I promised everything would be alright….I can't let you die! Not again—!"
"Olivia…." Julia whispered, weakly placing her bloody hand on Olivia's cheek. Her chest and legs were saturated with blood and her skin was getting colder by the second. "I beg you….save my baby…."
"NO!" Tears flooded Olivia's vision as she tried to stand up once more. "BOTH OF YOU ARE GOING TO LIVE! I PROMISED I—!"
"Please….I can't let Alexandria die…."
"I CAN'T LET YOU DIE EITHER!" Olivia blubbered, almost slipping on the bloody floor. "YOUR PARENTS ARE WAITING FOR YOU! ALEXANDRIA IS WAITING FOR YOU! YOU CAN'T LEAVE THEM BEHIND! YOU HAVE TO HOLD ON!"
Julia's reply was only a bloodcurdling scream as her entire body became drenched in blood, and Olivia knew she had to make a decision now.
"Why, God….." Olivia whispered, cradling Julia to her chest. "Why do you hate me so….?"
"OLIVIA!" Julia bellowed, blood gushing from her mouth and her nails digging into Olivia's arm. "SAVE MY BABY!"
With an anguished cry, Olivia lifted her knife up and prayed to Alexandria for forgiveness.
"Forgive me…..I couldn't save your mommy."
After the war, several countries were stricken with poverty and illness.
Thousands of people had lost everything—their loved ones, their jobs, their homes, their security—and when they had nothing more to lose, their mind begin to deteriorate.
During the train stop in Vienna, Tobias Schmidt—an Austrian man who had lost his family, friends, and home—had snuck onto the rear cart in the hopes of stealing some valuables to sell for food. However, the train departed before he could get off, so he hid behind the crates, knowing he would be arrested if found by railway staff. Tobias was so desperate for survival and delirious with grief that he was willing to murder two innocent women who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.
When a conductor came to investigate the rear cart after hearing a woman's cries for help, he was greeted with a massacre. Tobias' organs and bones had been ripped from his body, leaving only his skin floating in a lake of blood. And, lying on top of a line of crates, was Julia's corpse. Her abdomen had been sliced open, yet she looked like she was sleeping. Someone had cleaned the blood from her body and crossed her arms over her chest, as if to give Julia's corpse some comfort.
Passengers were questioned and the authorities tried to locate the mother and son who shared their cabin with Julia but it was like they never existed. The cabin was bare, save for Julia's bag and no one could recall what they looked like.
It was like they had been ghosts all long…..or someone had tampered with their memories.
However, as the sun began to rise over the Szentendre horizon, two grieving parents caught sight of the ghosts.
As Nikolai and Katarina Untaru watched their daughter's corpse be wheeled off the train from afar, a young woman with blood caked on her sleeves approached them with a bundle in her arms.
"Your daughter won't be coming home." She whispered, placing the bundle in Katarina's arms. "So she sent Alexandria in her place."
And in the blink of an eye, the young woman vanished into the crowd and the grieving parents peered down at the bundle to find a smiling baby girl with her mother's brown eyes.
Two miles away from the station, Alucard watched Olivia as she washed her arms and face in the river, reading her mind to find it completely blank.
"Believe it or not, that woman died happily." He stated, walking over to the edge and staring at their reflection in the water. "Just knowing her baby survived was enough."
Silent as the dead, Olivia rose to her feet and peered up at him, water dripping from her face and sleeves.
"I can see why you thought God abandoned you." She murmured, bending down to pick up her bag and walked away.
The streets were deserted, granting the coffin the opportunity to sprout legs and walk on its own, and it and its master diligently followed Olivia as she navigated the streets from muscle memory.
Olivia didn't even bother to notice the familiar sights, and she didn't stop until she reached the end of a dirt road hidden behind the university.
She remembered her childhood home as a two story cottage with blue painted bricks, a white picket fence, and a beautiful tulip garden that covered the backyard.
What stood before her now were the remains of a house with its roof caved in, it walls partially crumbled, and its windows shattered.
"Is this…?" Alucard stood next to her, scanning her face for any sign of emotion.
"Yes," Olivia answered, taking a step forward and placing her hand on the worn doorframe. "Anya, Apa, Akos, Mark…..I've finally come home."
A/N:
Translation: "Stay back!" then "Stay back or I'll shoot!" then "Silence!" and then "I'll kill you both if you're not silent!".
I actually do not know a dang thing about the German language and its numerous dialects so please forgive me. I am a histologist, not a linguist. Haha. AND I PROMISE OLIVIA WILL HAVE COMPLETE HAPPINESS SOON!
This chapter basically went into the events and after effects of the war. I thank my History loving friend for the help. But Olivia has finally made it home! And we will look into Alucard's past again soon, so look forward to that! And another tally has been added to the "Olivia gets screwed over" chart.
And, just for fun, I like to imagine a Labyrinth Au for this fic. You know, the film with David Bowie? Just imagining Alucard as the Goblin King and Olivia as Sarah makes me laugh. "I ask for so little," said Alucard the Goblin King. "Just love me, fear me, do as I say and I will be your slave." or singing "How you turned my world, you precious thing. You starve and near exhaust me. Everything I've done, I've done for you. I move the stars for no one."
Aaaahhhh, I'm running on two hours of sleep. Please forgive me.
And FayValentine, your idea has been duly noted! :D
Anyways, thank you for reading this chapter. I hoped you enjoyed it! And please~~leave a review! I love them so much!
Thank you again and see you in the next chapter! :D