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Stay by my side.
Stay hidden behind me.
I won't let anyone kill you.
Corpses…..severed limbs…..blood…..so much blood….
Chaos…utter chaos….
No one will touch you.
No one will come near you.
Olivia was hunched over in the heart of a massacre, her naked form saturated in sweat and blood with a white bundle cradled in her arms.
The stench of death polluted the air, and shredded viscera sullied everything in sight….yet the white bundle was untainted. And, from the bundle, a tiny hand reached out and touched her cheek.
As long as I am alive
No one will harm you
Blood leaking into her eyes, Olivia held the baby close as she hummed a lullaby. The baby cooed happily and tugged at her hair, unperturbed by the chaos surrounding it.
You will live
Gunshots and footsteps echoed in the distance, but Olivia only held the baby tighter and continued to hum.
That is my promise to you
The baby cuddled against her breast and drifted off to sleep as hundreds of armed soldiers surrounded them.
Even if I lose everything
Olivia pressed a kiss to the baby's forehead and stood tall, the lake of blood rippling around her.
Even if I become a monster
Her sclera had been dyed red….
Her cursed hand oozed ink….
I will protect you
Gunfire reverberated…..
Olivia began to sing again…..
Then all was silent…
Because I love you
Safely tucked away in her bed, Olivia's eyes fluttered open, unshed tears leaking down her cheeks as she stared up at the ceiling in bemusement and sorrow.
Why…..?
Why did she feel like that?
Though she had just awoken—a vast array of emotions reducing her to tears—Olivia could not recall what her dream was about.
She knew she was protecting someone but whom? There had been blood but was it hers or someone else's? And why was there blood in the first place?
Ugh! It was all so vexing and she wanted to chalk it up as a simple nightmare. However, Olivia had learned long ago there was no such thing as a 'simple nightmare' or mere coincidences—the eternal blood on her hands was proof of that.
As a child, Olivia saw the world as black and white—good people did only good things while bad people did only bad things; no harm would come to the good while the bad were always punished.
As an adult, Olivia understood how naïve her beliefs were and how those beliefs led to the deaths of innocent people.
She was a soldier, and soldiers could not afford to make mistakes. But she was also human, and mistakes happened regardless. What mattered was how she dealt with it.
Wallowing in pity and self-hatred will not bring those people back. If she wants to prevent unnecessary deaths, then Olivia would have to never let her guard down and fight with all her power. And if lives were still lost, she would have to acknowledge that it is part of the job and let go while knowing she gave it her all so there are no regrets or what-ifs.
If child Olivia could see her now, she would no doubt call her older self a monster—maybe she was, both in the eyes of her enemies and the eyes of the people she protects.
'And to think,' Olivia gradually sat up and wiped her eyes. 'becoming a monster was once my greatest fear….'
The clock on her nightstand read 3:04 am, and she buried her head in her hands with a groan.
'Couldn't I have woken up closer to my alarm range?'
Kicking aside the covers, Olivia padded over to the window with the intention of letting the cool morning air clear the sand from her eyes. However, as she pulled aside the drapes, Olivia found a winter wonderland sprawled out before her.
"Gosh, I knew it was October but I didn't think it was cold enough for snow!" She flinched slightly when she placed her hands on the glass. "If the snow doesn't let up, we will have to cancel morning drills in favor of shoveling out the walkways….which I suppose counts as exercise in a way."
Against the backdrop of ebony night and a full moon, the falling snow were like strings of pearls and the immaculate snowbed was like a blanket of diamonds glimmering only for her eyes to see.
When was the last time she had watched the snowfall on a full moon? Was it seven….ten…..no, it was fourteen years ago on Christmas Eve. She sat on the windowsill, a young heartbroken girl who did not fully understand what it meant to be a soldier and mourned her first Christmas without her family. Then little Olivia had gone out into the snow and made snowmen of her new family—Sir Hellsing gave her a stern lecture about leaving 'snow demons' outside his office window the next day.
Smiling at the memory, Olivia unlatched the window and pushed it open, clouds puffing from her mouth as she shivered at the icy breeze. Though she could not recall her dream, its aura left a bad aftertaste in her mouth and the cold provided a remedy.
'It would be better if I did not dream at all…..'Olivia collapsed to her knees and rested her arms on the windowsill. 'At least I could have a restful slumber.'
She shut her eyes and hummed a melody as the breeze swirled around her, ruffling her nightgown and weaving through her hair like a lover's caress.
Just like that night in Buckingham Palace Gardens.
The night Alucard held her so dearly and said he was in love with her with such tenderness in his voice. When he whispered those words in her ear, it was like a heavy veil had been lifted and Olivia realized she was in love with him too. She had only known of family love until then, so loving someone romantically was uncharted territory for her.
But Alucard had been patient, and one year later, Olivia finally confessed that she was in love with him too and she had not stopped since then.
Even now, it was surreal to think the man who once flung her at a hellhound was now her husband.
Her arrogant, violent, devious, childish, sorrowful, gentle, beautiful, loving husband.
If her younger self could see her now, she would probably be mortified that she would marry someone 'so old and mean like Mr. Alucard'.
Her laughter came out in white puffs, and Olivia continued to hum as the cold numbed away all her negative feelings.
It is my lady!
O, it is my love.
O, that she knew she were.
Olivia's eyes shot open at the new yet familiar voice, and she peered down to find Alucard standing amongst the unruly snow coated shrubs and vines directly below her window. When their eyes made contact, Alucard removed his hat and placed it over his heart like a suitor come to greet his belle.
She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that?
Her eye discourses; I will answer it.
Alucard slid his glasses off and slumped against the vines, looking very much like a love-struck fool.
I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks:
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
With a blush red as rose and a smile bright enough to be seen from space, Olivia rested her hand on her cheek with an equally love-struck expression and silently urged him to continue on.
See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
Alucard bit his lip and sighed dramatically, rousing a string of laughter from his audience.
O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!
"Alucard!" Olivia buried her face into her arms, her sweet laughter goading him on.
She speaks!
Alucard leapt forward with a hand outstretched.
O, speak again, bright angel!
Olivia's abdomen was on the verge of tearing yet she couldn't stop laughing. The night's chill was long forgotten, and her body was engulfed in that special warmth only Alucard could bring.
Finally, she composed herself enough to wipe her tears and grace her love with a response.
I have no joy of this contract to-night:
It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden;
Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be
Ere one can say 'It lightens.'
Sweet, good night!
This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath,
May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.
Good night, good night! As sweet repose and rest
Come to thy heart as that within my breast!
In a flash, Alucard was at her window, his hands clasped on both sides of the frame and his lips centimeters from hers.
O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?
The line was recited with an airy growl that sent shivers down her spine, and she had to restrain herself from kissing him right then and there.
What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?
She traced his lips with her finger, watching as he trembled with anticipation.
The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.
And the way he whispered those words, the way his eyes shone with pure love, how could anyone blame Olivia for ending their private play with a smothering kiss that nearly sent Alucard teetering backwards.
"How could I forget how theatrical you are?" Olivia pulled back slightly, laughing as Alucard's lips sought after hers. "Tell me, just how long were you waiting outside for me?"
"Since you opened the window and I felt the shift in your body temperature. I figured a simple 'Hello' was too boring so I improvised." His hands moved from the window frame to her shoulders then slowly down her waist, his gloves vanishing into thin air. He leaned in close, as if to kiss her again, before placing his lips next to her ear and whispering, "May we have our date now?"
"A moonlight date in a winter wonderland?" Olivia hummed, sweeping her fingers through his hair. "I couldn't ask for a more romantic setting. What would you like to do?"
"Anything." This time Alucard kissed her, his fangs poking her bottom lip. "As long as your attention remains on me alone. Think only of me, that is all I desire."
"That shouldn't be a problem." Olivia bumped their foreheads together before taking a step back. "Let me get dressed and then we can—."
"I have a way to keep you warm." Alucard entered the room and removed his coat. He swept it around her shoulders before pausing and giving her a cheeky grin. "Get your mind out of the gutter. You know I didn't mean it like that….unless you want to—."
"Shut up." She huffed, mentally kicking herself for allowing her mind to wander. 'Why am I acting like I did when I was 18?! We have been married four years already! We even bathed together for goodness sake!'
He laughed at her animated thoughts and adjusted the coat so it was wrapped around her comfortably.
"But we only had a few days to be husband and wife freely." Alucard chuckled, sweeping her hair out from under the collar while noting how the coat fit more snuggly around her.
"That means we have to make up for lost time then." Olivia grinned and was about to step back when he firmly placed his hands on her shoulders. "Hmm? Is something wrong?"
He did not grant her a response, instead studying her from head to toe with a contemplative expression.
Olivia had grown since the last time she wore his coat. Of course it was still rather big on her, but the tails and sleeves didn't drag on the floor anymore. And it wasn't just her height, but her face, body, and demeanor. The changes were minor, but they were noticeable enough for Alucard—who had only been able to see her sparsely and in dim lighting—to realize Olivia had grown older.
Over the past four years, Olivia had grown into a young woman and he hadn't been able to experience it beside her.
What a beautiful yet heartbreaking sight it was.
"Alucard?" Olivia stilled his hands as they traced her face and peered up at him in concern. "Are you alright?"
Once again, he did not respond and instead leaned in like he was going to kiss her. But, right as their lips were about to touch, Alucard laid his head on the curve of her neck and crumbled to his knees.
"Alu—?"
"Forgive me for leaving you alone for so long," His breath tickled her clavicle and his hands slipped out from under hers, finding their place on her hips. "Forgive me for not being at your side." He kissed and sucked at her neck while his fingers dug into her skin through the coat and nightgown. "Forgive me for not honoring my vows as your husband." He kissed the newly formed love bite before weaving their hands together and reverently kissing her knuckles. "I swear." Another kiss. "I swear to never leave your side again." He nuzzled his face against her skin, savoring its warmth and softness while also marveling at the scars earned from years of fighting. They were Olivia's hands and by God, Alucard never wanted to let them go again. "I swear to be a husband worthy of you….if you will still have me."
Without hesitation, Olivia collapsed to her knees and peppered Alucard's face with kisses.
"There is nothing to forgive, Alucard. You don't need to prove what you already are. You never left me. And I will never leave you." She kissed his forehead. "I will never let anything happen to you again." A kiss to his cheeks. "I will protect you no matter what." A kiss to his lips. "I swear to you. I will never let anything separate us again."
The strength in her tone; the way she cradled his face like something precious; the warmth of her kisses, and the unconditional love and unshed tears glimmering in her eyes—the four year weight in his chest shattered and Alucard launched himself into her arms, sending her toppling backwards.
"I love you." His kisses bruised her lips and his fingers burrowed into her skin, but Olivia didn't care a bit. She returned his kisses with equal vigor and gasped when his cold hands glided up her thighs and tugged her waist upward so her legs could wrap around him. With one hand steadying her hips and the other cradling her neck, Alucard kissed, nibbled and sucked at her skin like a starving man before a glorious feast. Olivia's soft moans and whimpers whet his appetite further, and a distant yet familiar voice demanded that he turn her now so Olivia could be his entirely.
But Alucard silenced the voice and instead eased back so he and Olivia were making eye contact. Then, he brought her hand to his lips and gingerly kissed her wedding ring, all while never taking his eyes off hers.
Finally—Finally!—he could say those three words that have been burning on his tongue since he saw her open the window.
"I missed you."
Oh Lord….the way her emerald eyes widened and sparkled with endearment, the light blush on her cheeks that spread to her love bite ridden neck, her bashful grin that reached her eyes, and the way she brought his hand to her chest and whispered "I missed you too, my love"—oh God, that voice was getting more convincing and he dove down for another kiss when Olivia stopped him.
"I have missed you every day—1,460 days to be exact. And now that you are here in my arms, I want to savor every moment." Her hands glided from his shoulders to his face, and she smiled warmly as her thumbs caressed his cheeks. "So let's savor this moment and every moment that comes after, this day and every day for the rest of our lives." She brought his lips to hers and kissed them sweetly before whispering in his ear, "And I would like to start this morning by having my husband sweep me into his arms and take me outside so we can have our moonlight date."
Olivia didn't have to say another word. With a fiery kiss, Alucard swept her up into his arms and carried her to the windowsill. He peered down at her and she nodded, wrapping her arms tight around his shoulders and bracing herself as they zipped off into the night as nothing more than a red streak slashed across the ebony night.
It was like something out of a fairytale.
They were inside a gossamer snowglobe with powdered starlight pearls swirling past them and a heavenly pianist playing in the distance. And this sight—this wonderland—was for the two of them.
For their eyes and their enjoyment alone.
Heaving her worries aside into the brisk wind, Olivia flung her arms outward and leaned backed with a smile of pure rapture on her face. And her joyous laughter filled the serene silence as Alucard hoisted her up by the waist and spun around with that rare grin on his face.
Then, when they reached the frozen pond, he paused and lowered her as they hovered above the icy surface. While holding her right hand, Alucard took a step back and Olivia immediately caught onto what he was implying.
'Oh, you romantic fool.' Olivia beamed and flushed at his sly wink and cheeky grin. 'I love you so much.'
He bowed, she curtsied, and they glided across the frozen surface in a waltz reminiscent of the one in the gardens five years ago.
The smiles never left their faces, and their unabashed laughter accompanied the heavenly musician's sonata as Alucard twirled her around and dipped her back in tune with the enchanting melody.
It didn't matter how cold her cheeks were or that her toes were growing numb—all that mattered was the pure, unrestrained happiness on her husband's face that made him look so young and vulnerable. She loved him. She loved him so damn much.
"I love you." The words puffed out of Olivia's mouth, and when he drew her back in, she hopped up and chastely kissed him. "I love you so much. My love, my husband,….my Alucard…"
That was one thing that hadn't changed—the way her smile lit up her face and caused his chest to constrain so beautifully. Her eyes that always spoke volumes sparkled in the moonlight, her cheeks were a gorgeous shade of red that curled his toes, her smile—his smile—swept him off his feet time and time again, and his body felt like it was going to burst so he did the first thing that came to his mind.
Alucard brought their dance to a halt, knelt in front of her, and asked her to marry him again.
And just like the first time, Olivia nodded with tears bubbling over and she called him a 'romantic fool' while kissing the daylights out of him.
Alucard hadn't been drunk for a few millennia, but with the way his blood was boiling and his already questionable mind was more inane than usual, he deduced 'drunk' was the only way to describe his current state.
And, if he was 'drunk', then Olivia was his wine.
Just her presence alone turned him into a sappy, harebrained fool.
And damn did he love every second of it.
Riding on the high of a kaleidoscope of emotions, Alucard rocketed upwards and hoisted Olivia up for all the stars to see, their laughter echoing on for miles as the heavenly pianist's solo came to an end with their heartfelt kiss symbolizing rapturous applause.
Their second wedding took place at the gazebo in the heart of the gardens. Olivia was using his coat as a veil again and had woven frozen daffodils into their hair while a particularly large one acted as her bouquet. The bunny family from the day prior had gathered at the stairs and watched them exchange their vows, their twitching noises acting as cheers when Olivia yanked Alucard down for the kiss who in turn swung her to the side and dipped her back. And when she tossed the bouquet, the two babies leapt up and caught the stem between their teeth before dragging it into their burrow. The parents made to follow them but stopped and regarded the re-newlyweds staring back at them.
Biting her lip with tearful eyes, Olivia knelt on the edge of the gazebo and held her hand out. She let out a happy sob when the two bunnies nuzzled their heads against her palm and nodded in silent understanding.
Her family had come to bless the marriage and give their daughter away properly.
Then, their sights zeroed in on Alucard who immediately knelt by Olivia's side and bowed his head in respect.
"Após, Anyós." He greeted, holding his hand out and allowing them to sniff it before suddenly nipping at his ring finger and hopping away, much to Olivia's shock and Alucard's amusement. "Don't worry." He chuckled, giving them a salute as they leapt into their burrow. "I will protect her."
"Gosh, even in animal form, they are so overprotective." Olivia huffed, cradling his hand in hers and kissing his 'injured' finger.
"Aren't you happy though? Your family came to see you."
"Correction! Our family came to see us!" She giggled and kissed his knuckles. "Welcome to the Song family, Alucard."
How many times could this woman kill him in one morning?
If he had a heart, it would have beaten out of his chest long ago.
"Olivia Emese Drăculea," He buried his head into her lap, her nightgown bunched up in his hands. "You truly are a strange woman. Why the hell did you choose something like me?"
"Because strange women like strange men." She laid her head on top of his, her tears dampening his hair. "Oh, Alucard, I am so happy that I could burst. In fact," She nudged his face up to meet hers. "I feel like reliving an old memory."
The mischievous glint in her eyes set his chest ablaze, and he immediately sat up in attention.
"And what memory would that be, draga mea?"
"You'll see!" Olivia beamed, pulling him to his feet and stampeding down the gazebo staircase like a child on Christmas morning. "C'mon! We have work to do before sunrise!"
The sun had just begun to rise over the horizon when they returned to her room. And, just like their first wedding night, Alucard carried Olivia over the window threshold and spun around to rouse more of those endearing giggles from her.
"I must commend you on your work ethic, my love." Olivia hummed as he placed her on the vanity stool and knelt down to massage her feet. "You recreated my memory above and beyond my expectations."
"I can ask for no higher praise." He kissed her heel and rested his forehead against her ankle with a content sigh. "I desire nothing more than to satisfy your every whim for the rest of eternity."
"Well, you can start," Olivia switched their positions so he was sitting down and she was standing up, "by allowing me to tend to you as well."
One by one, she untied the daffodils from his hair and placed them on her vanity. Then she unbuttoned his black coat and tossed it to the side before untying his cravat.
And all the while, Alucard stared at her with soft eyes and a gentle smile. Although his hands were not as pure with how they had slipped under her nightgown and were groping her thighs.
"What did you dream about?"
"Hmm?" Olivia removed her 'veil' and untied the daffodils from her hair. "What do you mean?"
"You were crying when you woke up." Alucard hunched forward and rested his chin on her chest, looking very much like a cat in Olivia's eyes. "I could taste your tears from the dungeons."
"Wow," She chuckled while averting her eyes. "Your senses are as potent as ever."
"Don't change the subject." He yanked her onto his lap with an arm snagged around her waist and a hand grasping her chin. "What happened in your dream?"
"…..To be honest, I don't remember what it was about." Olivia muttered, absentmindedly fiddling with his collar. "But I think it was a reminder of time's past." She unbuttoned his shirt down to his navel and traced her fingers over his scar, biting back a grin as his breathing became ragged. "What about you?"
"Hmm?" Her words snapped him out of his trance, and Olivia laughed before repeating her question.
"Did you have any dreams?"
The smile faded from his face, and Olivia felt her heart drop as his eyes crinkled slightly in what appeared to be sorrow.
"Alu—?" Olivia's words froze in her throat as his hand trailed down her chest towards her abdomen.
"An impossibility…." Alucard muttered, reverently caressing her stomach with a far-off gaze as a small, melancholy smile grew across his face. "I dreamt of a beautiful impossibility…."
"Nothing is impossible, arany virágszál." Olivia kissed his forehead in the hopes of sedating his woes. "So worry not, my love, and let's focus on this moment. It is our second wedding day after all."
Alucard peered up at her, his expression morphing from childlike bemusement to deviously mischievous within seconds.
"How long do you have until breakfast, porumbelul meu?" His tone had dropped an octave and his fangs appeared sharper than before.
"T-Thirty minutes…" Olivia gulped, both unnerved and excited by the change in mood.
"Perfect." Alucard suddenly threw her over his shoulder and waltzed towards the bed. "Ample time for us to re-do our wedding night."
"ALUCARD!" Olivia screeched, pounding at his back as her face combusted into flames. "YOU ARE SUCH AN IDIOT!"
"But I am your idiot husband." He cackled, tossing her onto the bed and unbuttoning the rest of his shirt. "And as I recall, I asked you to think only of me and I intend to see that you do."
"B-B-But," Smoke billowed from her ears as he shrugged off his shirt. "You know we can't! If I want to become a vampire, I have to be a—!"
"Oh, Olivia. My light, my love," Alucard chuckled, kicking off his shoes and climbing onto the bed. "I have roamed the Earth for over 500 years. During that time, I have learned a thing or two about how to pleasure someone without going all the way. So with that said," He crawled over to her, his half lidded eyes glowing in the dark like a hungry wolf, "why don't you lie back," His arms caged her on both sides and his now long hair tickled her cheeks, "and let me make up for lost time?"
Screw waiting until old age! This man was going to be her death with how fast her heart was beating and how red her face was burning.
But she would not let him have the upper hand!
She was not the same blushing, bumbling girl she was before!
Wrapping her legs around his waist, Olivia flipped him over so she was on top and regarded him with a challenging grin.
"You got another thing coming if you think I'm going to let you have all the fun." Olivia purred in Hungarian, watching his pupils dilate exponentially at hearing her speak her mother tongue. "So you think you are so cultured because you've been alive longer?" She gave a curt chuckle, swatting his ravenous hands away while tracing shapes on his navel with a feather-like touch—this action both thrilled and infuriated him.
"Do you doubt my abilities?" His voice was more feral, and his body had become more monster than man.
"You got thirty minutes to prove your case." Olivia giggled, sticking her tongue out while tugging down the straps of her nightgown. "Show me what you got, 'old man'."
Exactly one floor below, Arthur entered his office with a cup of tea and the morning paper. It was rare, but he had woken up with high spirits and a clear head.
And, as an added bonus, he overheard the kitchen staff gossiping about the surprise visit by Jack Frost.
Perhaps joy was infectious, and Arthur felt ten years younger as he scurried to the window so he could behold winter's splendor.
Taking a hefty gulp of his tea, Arthur threw the curtains aside with a grin, ready to be dazzled into a stupor by a fairy tale winter wonderland—only to find an 18ft devil horned snowman staring back at him with a menacing grin.
Tea shot out of Arthur's noise and he flew backwards, reaching for his gun while coughing up a lung.
"Wha-! Wh—! WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!" Then memories of Christmas past flooded his brain, and Arthur threw his hands up in the air. "YOU DIDN'T WASTE ANY TIME, DID YOU?!"
Gathering himself off the floor, Arthur bemoaned his lost cup of tea while seething about his soldier's 'practical joke'.
"I allow her husband to roam freely and this is how she thanks me?!" He grumbled to himself before freezing in place and slapping a hand over his eyes. "Oh shit, did I just acknowledge that they are married?! Fuck it! I'm going back to—!"
The phone on his desk cut off his pout fest, and Arthur let out another groan before composing himself and picking the handset off the receiver.
"Who is it?" He answered, with all the poise and professionalism of Hellsing's commander.
However all of that went out the window when the caller responded and Arthur stumbled back into his chair, his eyes resembling those of a deer in headlights.
"I—! Is—Is it really you?! I can't believe it!"
Walter sat in the dining room forty minutes later, glaring holes into his plate while avoiding Alucard's stare from across the room.
All he wanted was to eat breakfast with Olivia—maybe even wiggle in a quick spar session—,monitor the troops while they shoveled out the walk way, and clean Sir Hellsing's bedroom for the tenth time this week before noon so he could spend the rest of the afternoon in his artillery workshop.
Unfortunately, such was not the case when he entered the room with their plates and found Alucard sitting at the table like he owned the place. And something was…..off about him.
Alucard's skin was pale as the snow outside, but this morning, it had a pinkish glow about it. And his eyes, although they still radiated that infuriating arrogant glint, had this glimmer of utter satisfaction like someone who just had the best meal of their life or someone who had taken a ride on a rollercoaster and was still coming down from the high.
His entire appearance pissed Walter off—especially since he felt like he had seen that expression before—and he stabbed his fork into his scrambled eggs, pretending they were Alucard's face.
"You seem to be distressed, Walter." Alucard piped up, his cheek resting on his hand and a teasing grin on his face. "Whatever is the matter?"
'Wipe that fucking grin off your face. It is too early in the morning to deal with you.' Walter nearly stabbed a hole through his plate but managed to keep his voice even as he answered him. "I am just wondering why you are here, Alucard. Did you learn how to ingest human food while I was gone?"
"No," He chuckled, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. "But I did have the most ambrosial meal this morning. It is a shame you will never taste such a delicacy."
The mockery in his tone caused Walter to freeze and glare at him in confusion, trying to pinpoint the double meaning in Alucard's answer.
"What the hell are you imply—?"
"Sorry that I'm late!" Olivia closed the door behind her with an apologetic grin. "I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long!"
"Not at all, porumbelul meu. Walter and I were just having a little tête-à-tête. Come," Alucard stood and pulled out the neighboring chair for her. "Sit and eat your breakfast. I am sure you are famished."
Walter's eyes narrowed when Olivia's face flushed neon red, and he studied her as she…waddled?—to the table and took a seat.
Something…..something was off about her too.
It was understandable for Olivia to wear a turtleneck and long skirt on a cold day, but the way she keep pulling at the fabric gave him the impression they weren't for warmth but to conceal. Her hair was wavier than normal—like she had been through a wind tunnel, her skin was also glowing, and her pupils were slightly dilated like she had experienced something very frightening or very exhilarating.
"Ah! You remembered my favorite!" Olivia beamed, cutting into a slice of salami and biting down. "Thank you, Walter! Your dishes are always the best!"
Walter nodded absentmindedly, still pondering on the mysterious aura surrounding the couple before him.
'I know I've seen Sir Hellsing in a similar state, but….isn't it usually when he just—?' Walter felt his stomach turn, and his eyes immediately locked onto Alucard, who had taken a seat and was smugly grinning at him.
And, while never breaking eye contact, Alucard made a V with his index and middle finger and very suggestively wagged his tongue between the two digits.
Walter snapped his fork in half and flung across the table to rip Alucard's tongue out.
However fortunately—or unfortunately—Olivia leapt in front of Alucard and was holding Walter at bay with one hand….while strangling Alucard with the other for being a fucking idiot.
"WALTER, WAIT!" Olivia wailed, her hand shoving back against his chest. "I CAN EXPLAIN!"
"I JUST WANTED TO HAVE A PEACEFUL BREAKFAST WITH YOU, NOT HAVE THIS PIECE OF SHIT RUB IN MY FACE THE FACT THAT YOU ARE FUCKING!"
"WE ARE NOT! I AM STILL A VIRIGIN!"
"You sure weren't acting like one forty minutes ago."
"OH MY FUCK—WILL YOU SHUT UP?!" Olivia and Walter screeched in unison.
"Good morning, everyone. I see we are all—." Arthur paused in the doorway, taking in the Baroque-like scene before him. "Um, what the hell is going on here?"
The trio stared at him before staring at each other and gradually returning to their seats.
"Nothing," came their collective reply, and Arthur regarded them with doubt before shaking his head and closing the door behind him.
"Anyways, Walter, I need you to make sure the paths are clear before nine. Olivia, I need a twenty page apology for the abomination you left outside my window."
"I take it you didn't like your snowy visitor, Master?" Alucard teased, wrapping his arm around Olivia's shoulder.
"No, but I take it you assisted her in its creation." Arthur rolled his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Why does that not surprise me? It's what I get for being so generous with you yesterday."
"I'm sorry for causing trouble, Sir Hellsing." Olivia piped up, remorse and amusement laced in her tone. "I'll have your snow persona removed in the next hour."
"Good because we have a guest coming soon and I don't want a giant—wait, that creature is supposed to be me?!"
"You are expecting company, Sir Hellsing?" Walter interrupted, his body and soul feeling like a deflated balloon and he just wanted to retreat to his lab and smoke a pack of cigarettes. "Someone we know? I can prepare snacks for them if they wish."
"As a matter of fact, it is someone you know very well." Arthur stuffed his hands into his pockets and pulled out a cigar. "And I expect both of you to treat him better than you did years ago."
"…..Who is it?" Olivia inquired, a pit forming in her stomach at who this visitor could be.
"My brother, Richard, of course." Arthur lit up the cigar and took a drag, not commenting on how the temperature in the room dropped fifty degrees. "He's finally come home from abroad, and he said he has a gift for me."
A/N: Look, if Integra can have someone go down on her in fanfics and she still be "100% Pure Virgin", Olivia can maintain her chance at eternal life while getting eaten out by her Cthulhu husband. She deserves it. Olivia has suffered so much, she deserves a treat. I hope this makes us square, Olivia! Lol! And guys, Olivia married fucking Jaws the Bloodsucking Redwood! You think its gonna be vanilla 24/7. Naaaaaahhhhhhhh. So yeah, this was a fun chapter to write, and if you look at the chapter title again, you will realize it is indeed...a sexual innuendo. :D (*is kicking the angst and horror from the upcoming arc to the back as I write this*)
And "Cristifori's Dream" by David Lanz was the song I listened to while writing this, and I also watched Don Bluth's "Thumbelina" again so the waltzing scene was influenced by the "Let Me Be Your Wings" number from the movie! And I like to think Alucard's coat has the ability to insulate Olivia so that is how she can stay out in the cold barefoot with only mild discomfort.
And Alucard called the bunny parents mother-in law and father-in law.
Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! I wanted to do one final cute/sweet/slightly risque chapter before proceeding into the final arc before the main Hellsing timeline comes into play.
Thank you all so much for reading this chapter! Please leave a review! I love them all and you all so much!
Thank you again for reading, and I will see you in the next chapter! :D