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"What an alarming display." The Major mused, watching grainy footage of Alucard dancing on the screen in front of him. "Look at the way he stumbles and clings to her—my monstrous count is becoming more domesticated by the day!"

"But it looks like fun though." Schrodinger purred, once again lying across the Major's desk with his head in his hands and his feet swaying back and forth. "Why don't we have dance parties, Doktor?"

"Because Millennium is a respectable organization! Now off!" The Doktor shooed him off the desk before placing a dinner tray down. "I have brought your dinner, Major: Kasseler with sauerkraut, as requested."

But the inviting meal did not deter the Major's attention away from the screen—from the sight of Alucard tripping into Olivia's arms who steadied him with a smile and kiss on the cheek. Even with the grainy quality, the Major could spy the enamored gleam in Alucard's eyes as Olivia instructed him on the basic of this dance. Then the gleam turned mischievous as Alucard snagged Walter by the waist and dipped him back. Immediately the screen was covered with 'black sludge' that gradually slid down, revealing Alucard's headless form and Olivia restraining a seething Walter as Arthur stood in the middle rubbing his temples with a wry grin.

'What a happy little home you've found, Alucard.' The Major tapped his fingers together in deep thought. "Captain, you and Warrat Officer Schrodinger delivered our gift to the younger Hellsing, correct?"

The Captain nodded as Schrodinger curled around the stoic man's shoulders with a cat-like grin.

"Yes, Major. I even saw him deliver it to the manor myself! Although, I never thought he would use—."

"Get off the Captain!" The Doktor shooed Schrodinger away once again. "I swear he gets more irritating by the day."

"Doktor," The Major clapped his hands together, drawing the attention of his subordinates. "How are the preparations for our project coming along? I believe I have given you ample thing to gather the necessary materials."

"Yes, Major! It was a bit taxing due to the time lapse, but I have successful excavated all the parts necessary."

"Then I believe it is time to move onto the next phase of the plan. Schrodinger," Major held his hand out and scratched under the grinning cat-boy's chin. "You know what to do."

The day following Ms. Yadav's audit, a royal messenger arrived at the manor with gifts for Olivia and Walter—courtesy of Her Highness.

"I'm afraid I don't understand." Olivia piped up, standing next to Walter in the foyer as the messenger recited the royal decree. "What have we done to warrant such praise?"

"After reviewing Advisor Yadav's audit, Her Highness ordered the treasury to reward you both for your service to the Crown. Her Highness also bestows these gifts as a gesture of goodwill since her coronation is nigh and Hellsing will start reporting to her directly."

"We are finally being acknowledged? Well, it's about fucking ti—OOOFF!" Walter staggered to the side when Olivia rammed her elbow into his ribs.

"Shut up or Her Highness will string you up by your toes." She hissed under her breath while sidestepping one of Walter's rogue wires.

"I'm only speaking the truth, you brat." He took a moment to compose himself before addressing the messenger once more. "So, where are these gifts? I don't see anything in your hands or pockets, sir."

"That's because they are out in the driveway." The messenger replied with a hint of steel in his tone. "Please follow me."

Two large objects, both varying in size and covered with a dark blue tarp, awaited them at the driveway turnabout.

"Did Her Highness give us canons?" Walter muttered under his breath, catching Olivia's elbow this time.

"No, but even if she did, you should be grateful." The messenger chided, grasping the ends of the tarp and yanking it off to reveal what lay below. "These are your gifts." He gestured to a sleek, black Cadillac Sixty-Two convertible, "For you, Mr. Dornez," before gesturing to a silver Triumph motorcycle, "And for you, Ms. Song."

To say they were flabbergasted would be a severe understatement, and if they weren't two of the deadliest soldiers in London, the messenger would've told them to close their mouths lest flies get in.

"These….." Olivia raised a trembling finger. "These are ours?"

"Yes they are." The messenger held out the keys. "Her Highness hopes they are to your satisfaction."

"Holy shit!" Walter exploded, practically flying down the stairs and snatching the keys from the messenger's hand. "Now this is what I call a gift!"

"Her Highness will be pleased by your excitement." The messenger handed the other key to Olivia before stepping back and bowing at the waist. "Now, if you will excuse me, I have other matters to attend to."

"Y—Yes. Thank you." She rubbed her wrist while eyeing the motorcycle. "Both to you, Ms. Yadav, and Her Highness."

Olivia waited for the messenger's car to fade from sight before cautiously approaching the motorcycle.

'Why a fucking motorcycle?! I never learned how to ride a bike; how the hell am I supposed to ride this?!' She placed her hand on the handle bar and a shiver danced down her spine. 'Did I give Ms. Yadav the impression that I wanted this? I barely enjoy driving a normal car!'

"It's not going to bite you," Walter called out, giddy as a child on Christmas morning as he adjusted the mirrors. "Care for a race around the manor?"

Immediately a chill ran over both of them and they spun around to find Sir Hellsing standing in one of the second story windows, a dark shadow over his eyes and a foreboding finger points outwards, before disappearing into the darkness.

"Uh…..I believe that answers your question." Olivia fiddled with the key before sighing. "Besides, I need to learn how to ride this first."

"Well good luck with that." Walter put the key in the ignition and smirked as the engine roared to life. "As for me, I think I will take this for a spin."

"Don't get arrested for reckless driving."

"Don't launch yourself into the pond."

And with that he sped away, leaving behind a dust cloud and a livid Olivia.

"If he gets his dumb ass arrested, I'm not breaking him out of prison." She grumbled while knowing full well she would break him out of prison. "Alright, I guess first order of business is turning this on."

Mounting the bike, Olivia stared at the key for a moment before placing it in the ignition and turning it clockwise. She flinched at how loud the engine was but still placed her hands on the handle bars and studied the various levers adorning it. She reflected back on the various action films she had seen for reference, knowing full well that most of those actors had never ridden a real motorcycle before.

"Well…..I guess this looks promising." Olivia gave a lever on the right a gentle tug and screeched when she rocketed forward. "SHIT!" She randomly squeezed levers on both sides and the bike jerked to a halt, nearly flipping over if someone didn't grab the rear wheel and kept the bike grounded.

"Having trouble?" Alucard's lips tickled her ear as he released his grip on the wheel and moved into her line of vision. "What a delightful little toy you've got, Olivia."

Flopping against the handlebars, she heaved a lofty groan before peering up at him with weary eyes.

"You wouldn't happen to know how to operate this, would you?"

"Maybe I do, maybe I don't." He knelt down and rested his chin on her knee. "But wouldn't you benefit more from figuring it out for yourself?"

"I suppose so…if you are okay with fetching me when I crash to the bottom of the pond."

Alucard's eyes shot up to hers, and he was greeted with the sight of Olivia cheekily sticking her tongue out.

"Oh you enticing, little minx, how tangled I have become in your web." He stood tall and positioned himself behind her, placing his hands on top of hers and nuzzling his cheek against her neck. "First thing, this lever you were tapping so lovingly is the accelerator, and the levers you were strangling are the front and back brakes."

"I see." Olivia nodded, taking mental notes as he guided her hands to various switches and levers. "How do you know so much anyways?"

"Master used to ride these in his youth." Alucard explained, showing her how to operate the gear shift. "I always find it fascinating how you humans can invent such things from scraps of metal."

"I wonder what your reaction was to the invention of the rotatory hot dog machine." She muttered as Alucard finished his lesson. "Thank you for helping me out, Alucard. Is there anything else I need to know?"

"Well," He purred in her ear, curling his fingers over hers and sliding them off the handlebars. "There is a one lever I haven't had the pleasure of acquainting you with ye—"

Olivia rammed her head under his chin, sending him flying off the bike and choking on his blood through his guffawing.

"YOU REALLY ARE IMPOSSIBLE!" Olivia fumed, turning the bike around and revving the engine. "STAY STILL SO I CAN RUN OVER YOU!"

But Alucard continued to cackle raucously as he crawled towards the bike with blood dribbling down his chin. He hoisted himself up and rested his arms on the handlebars, smiling angelically while Olivia glared at him with the strength of a thousand suns.

"Hey."

"What?!"

"I love you." He kissed her ring finger, and the fire in Olivia's eyes immediately extinguished.

"I love you too, you asshole." She grumbled, killing the engine and dismounting the bike.

Pulling a handkerchief out of her coat pocket, Olivia sat down on the cold ground and maneuvered Alucard over so he was leaning against her chest before wiping the blood off his face.

As she busied herself with cleaning him off, Alucard gazed up at her with an infatuated grin. Even when she was cross with him, Olivia still treated him with love and affection. She didn't hesitate to express her feelings for him, and Alucard felt his chest flutter at the fact.

"Do I make you happy?" He breathed out, clinging to the front of her coat. "Even when I'm being 'impossible'?"

"Every second of every day." She replied without hesitation and while maintaining a blank expression. "And especially when you are being 'impossible'."

How could it be that, even after all these years, Olivia still possessed the ability to render him into nothing but putty in her hands with a single word from her lips?

Inhaling sharply, Alucard burrowed his face against her neck as his chest constricted in that mouthwatering, intoxicatingly painful way.

Peering down at her husband, Olivia allowed a smile to finally grace her face and she held him close while running her fingers through his hair.

"Do I make you happy?" She hummed, noticing his hair growing with every stroke. "Even when I scold you for silly reasons?"

"You are my happiness." He kissed up her neck to the shell of her ear. "And you know it gets me hard when you scold me."

"How can you say such dirty and sweet things with the same mouth?" Olivia scoffed, giving him a playful punch to the chest.

"Part of my charm." He nuzzled against her cheek, silently requesting permission to kiss her.

"I know." She giggled, facing him and brushing his bangs out of his eyes. "It is one of the many reasons I married you."

"Ooo~, you have a list?" Alucard purred, cupping the back of her head and tugging her lips towards his. "May I hear it?"

"Only after you kiss me." She giggled, her lips ghosting over his. "A fair trade, wouldn't you agree?"

"Not fair at all. It is a win-win situation for me." He teased before closely the distance between them, his tongue sliding into her mouth and dancing with hers.

Unfortunately the moment was cut short by the booming horn of Walter's convertible.

"Don't make me run over the two of you." He hissed, leering at them from over the windshield. "If you are going to be vulgar, do it in private."

In the coming days when she wasn't busy with work or chores, Olivia was out in the field with her bike. Despite Alucard teaching her the controls, she still struggled with shifting between gears and recalling which lever did what—this resulted in several cuts that both vexed and thrilled Alucard for obvious reasons.

By the time of Her Highness' coronation the following month, Olivia was able to operate her bike with little difficulty and had taken to riding it around the manor grounds during her downtime. The feeling of the wind in her hair was therapeutic, and in the back of her mind Olivia wondered if that was the reason she was given a motorcycle.

If so, then Ms. Yadav was far more perceptive than Olivia gave her credit for.

"Remind me again, porumbelul meu," Alucard's muffled voice drifted from the pile of blankets and pillows. "Why are you up at this wretched hour?"

"By 'wretched hour', you mean it is only an hour earlier than when I usually get up. And I've told you before, it is Her Highness' coronation today and we need to be at Westminster Abbey early."

With a light groan, Alucard's bedhead popped out from the mound to find Olivia already dressed and applying her lipstick at her vanity. She was wearing a white blouse with a ruffled collar, a pinstriped vest, black slacks, and matching black boots.

"No dress this time, my love?"

"I'm attending as a soldier, not a partygoer." She blotted her lips on a tissue before quickly pinning her hair up and grabbing her coat from the dresser. "The ceremony and party will take up most of the day, so we probably won't be home until—." She paused as a tendril plucked the pin from her hair and her raven locks cascaded down her back. "Alucard, please, I need to meet Sir Hellsing and Walter in the foyer in three minutes."

"Will it take three minutes to kiss your husband goodbye?" Alucard sat up on his elbows, revealing his bare chest to the early morning air.

"You know full well that you aren't asking for just a simple kiss." Olivia scoffed, buttoning up her coat as she sauntered over to him. Leaning over, she cupped his face in her hands and kissed him chastely before squealing as Alucard yanked her onto the bed and rolled on top of her.

"Come on, Alucard!" Olivia huffed, beating her fists against his chest. "I'm going to be late!"

"How unfortunate." He teased, tracing his lips over the juncture between her neck and shoulder. "I guess you'll have to stay in bed."

"Get off of me, you daft redwood, or I won't feed you breakfast."

That got his attention and he instantly perked up.

"You were going to feed me?"

"I was, but I'm reconsidering it since you are acting up."

He rolled off her and Olivia sat up, adjusting her hair and clothes.

"I'll behave, my love." He rested his head on his palms and fluttered his eyelashes. "I promise."

"Will you?" She snickered before pricking her ring finger on his fang and rubbing the wound on his salivating tongue. "You wouldn't be the man I married if you did, to be honest."

His only response was to moan in satisfaction, and he involuntarily leaned forward when she withdrew her finger.

"Alright, you've had your fill. Now, I really have to go." She stood up and re-buttoned her coat, snatching the pin from his tendril and fixing her hair all the while. "I promise we will be home no later than midnight. I love you."

"And I love you." He blew a kiss at her back as she rushed towards the door, and his chest constricted again when she spun around to catch it.

Once the door was shut, he flopped backwards and licked the excess blood off his lips, tasting the remnants of Olivia's lipstick as well.

'So I will be home alone today. Hmmm~what to do, what to do.'

After hours of standing at attention, Olivia's legs were wailing for help but there wasn't a damn thing she could do because the fucking crowning hadn't even happened yet.

Endless cascades of people were rambling on and on about duty, history, and other shit she could really care less about. In an attempt to ignore her agony and force the hands to time to sped up, she allowed her mind and attention to drift into her surroundings.

The abbey was beautiful with its gothic architecture, stained glass windows, and ever lingering presence of something divine lurking in the rafters. The speakers' voices echoed from floor to ceiling, and Olivia wondered what it would be like to sing here….or how unnerving it would to be here alone at midnight.

Sir Hellsing, dressed in his knighthood uniform, stood at attention between her and Walter who was also wearing a suit. He appeared to be as immersed as their boss, but Olivia knew he was probably daydreaming like she was.

Shifting her attention to the other attendees, she recognized the other knights and bowed in acknowledgement to Sir Islands, Sir Penwood, and their spouses. She made a mental note to later greet them properly as she continued to—discreetly—survey the vast building. Then, just as she finished her circulation, Olivia noticed two familiar faces near the altar: Ms. Yadav and Pushpa, both dressed to the nines and at varying stages of interest.

Ms. Yadav, adorned in a fashionable yet business-like yellow dress with a matching hat, sat up ruler straight with her heels locked and her hands resting on her lap—the picture perfect example of a royal advisor. Puspha, on the other hand, looked like she wanted to be anywhere but there. She wore a modest blue dress with a matching headband and white gloves that mirrored her mother's. However, her posture was slouched, and she kept nodding off, only to be nudged awake by her mother once every three minutes.

'Stay strong, Pushpa. It is only a few more hours.' Olivia smiled to herself, which grew exponentially when she glanced in her direction.

Raising her hand in greeting, Olivia mouthed out 'Good morning' while Pushpa's head immediately snapped back at her lap, her ears burning neon red as she stiffly nodding in reciprocation.

'You'd probably feel better if you could draw the abbey instead, right?' Olivia sighed before focusing her attention back on the speaker. 'Oh the bishop is speaking now. How long was I zoned out for?'

The hours faded into a blur, but thankfully, Princess Elizabeth Alexandra Mary—now Queen Elizabeth Alexandra Mary—was eventually crowned and the abbey filled with cheers of 'God Save the Queen!' while Olivia thought 'God Save My Feet' in addition."

Unfortunately the ceremony was far from over. Now it was time for Her Majesty to take her place on the throne and receive vows of homage. First the archbishop and bishops swore fidelity, then the royal family, and finally peers followed by members of the clergy.

With Sir Hellsing in the forefront, the three of them knelt before Her Majesty and Sir Hellsing recited his oath: "I, Sir Arthur Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing, do become your liege man of life and limb, and of earthly worship; and faith and truth will I bear unto you, to live and die, against all manner of folks. So help me God."

Elizabeth smiled graciously and accepted his oath with a nod. As they stood up, Olivia noticed she was sweating beneath the layers of coats and dresses, and she heaved a sigh of relief that even the woman of the hour wanted this to end as well.

One by one, the guests made their pledges and the sun carried low in the sky by the time the last clergyman made his oath. But, surprise surprise!, the ceremony didn't end there and Her Majesty moved to St. Edward's chapel within the abbey with the bearers of Swords as the choir recited the hymn of Thanksgiving.

During this time, Olivia did another scan of the room to find Pushpa asleep, Walter shifting his sleeping feet, and Sir Hellsing licking his dry lips and probably craving his usual glass of scotch.

'If I'm allowed an audience with Her Majesty, I'm going to petition that she change the decorum for future coronations—for her heir's and her people's sake.'

Finally the Queen returned to the main cathedral, adorned in a purple robe and wielding the scepter and orb as the choir sang the national anthem. She led the procession out of the abbey and was greeted with rapturous cheers by her people as her guards escorted her to the carriage.

While the day's festivities had yet to reach their end, at least the guests could look forward to the banquet, and the idea of feasting upon sweets she couldn't have back at the manor filled Olivia with new zeal as she followed Sir Hellsing and Walter to the car.

As with the ball six years prior, the royal treasury spared no expense and the palace ballroom was covered wall-to-wall with glamour and marinated with the scent of delicious food.

After greeting the appropriate people, Olivia loaded her plate with tiramisu, fruit tarts, macarons, and marzipan cake before retreating to a secluded corner to enjoy her feast. While there was an endless abundance of food in Hellsing's pantry, it was rare that sweets were included so Olivia planned to enjoy these delicacies while they were in reach.

'I wonder if Alucard will get a sugar high when I feed him later tonight.' Olivia giggled against her fork at the mental image of him acting like a hyperactive child. 'I wonder what he is doing right now anyways.'

It was strange to see the manor so empty, but then again, Alucard was used to isolation. Sir Hellsiing had given the soldiers the night off, meaning Alucard couldn't sedate his boredom by frightening them.

So he stalked down the moonlit hallways with his hands in his pockets and a familiar Chow Chow puppy following at his heels.

"Your mistress will be thrilled to see you when she returns home." Alucard hummed, watching Mr. Coffin weave between his legs. "But don't get too comfortable. Olivia may be your mistress but she is my wife—try to monopolize her attention and you will face the consequences. Got it?"

Mr. Coffin just panted happily and pawed at its master's leg.

"Glad we are on the same page." Alucard resumed his stroll with no particular destination in mind until he reached Sir Hellsing's office.

Phasing through the door, he inspected the room from top to bottom and pointed out similarities from masters past.

'Same lamp…..same chair…..Same bookshelf…..same books in the same order.' He ran his fingers over the spines, giving a light chuckle when dust coated his gloves. "No matter how old you grow, you always possess the uncanny ability to gather dust wherever you go, my Master."

Alucard shifted his attention to the desk and stared at the mess of documents only Arthur knew the order of. There were letters thrown in the mix as well—some from members of the Round Table, some from members of Parliament, and one from someone named Acelie Smith.

"My Master is a 'busy bee' as Olivia would say," Alucard noted, picking up a bottle of scotch and eyeing the numerous bottles in the nearby rubbish bin. "And this is both his elixir and his poison."

Perhaps it was hypocritical of him say since he was never one to shy away from a drink in his mortal life, but he hadn't been mortal for centuries and he could only look back on that time with regret and distaste.

Mr. Coffin's yipping brought Alucard back to reality, and he turned to find the puppy on top of the coffee table.

"Must you be so noisy?" Alucard hoisted it up by the scruff of its neck. "I have yet to comprehend why Olivia thinks you're so—." His voice clogged in his throat as a putrid odor invaded his senses, and he dropped Mr. Coffin as he fell into a coughing fit.

Every nerve fiber was on fire

Blood gushed from his nose and eyes

Retched

Rancid

Agony

Torture

It hurt

It hurt

IT HURT

Clawing at his neck, Alucard screamed his throat raw when suddenly—!

It stopped and the pain ebbed away.

Eyes cracking open, Alucard found a massive claw jutting from Mr. Coffin's mouth and the coffee table on the other side of the room.

His vision cleared, and he panted heavily as Mr. Coffin pattered over to him and licked at his wounds.

"….Good dog…." Alucard's voice was harsh and raspy as his throat repaired itself. "Now, what the hell was that?"

Taking a cautious step forward, Alucard approached the overturned coffee table and kicked it aside. Immediately the foul odor attacked him again but Alucard quickly retreated with a dozen hands over his mouth.

The smell….

It…..

It was coming from…a figurine?

What the hell was this doing in Master Hellsing's office? And how had he failed to notice it until now?

Immediately, his mind flashed back to Olivia's suspicions of a figurine given by Richard Hellsing, and his chest bubbled with both confusion and rage.

If this was the same figurine, why didn't he feel its effect when he visited Sir Hellsing the previous month? Did it only affect him when he was in close proximity? And why did it have this effect on him? The little bastard wasn't aware of his existence so what purpose did this figurine serve?

Grim possibilities and recollections of Richard's previous deeds flashed through Alucard's mind, and his fangs enlarged exponentially.

If there were two things Alucard abhorred above all others, it was cowards and betrayers.

And Richard was the vile combination of both.

He had to tell his master—but then what? Beg him to give permission to eviscerate his brother because he had an 'allergic reaction' to the figurine? Arthur may be wary of Richard, but the fact that he kept the figurine means he still believes in and loves his brother. And Arthur would be sure to punish him if he knew Alucard had come into his office.

The possibility of Arthur banishing him back to the dungeon caused him to bite his tongue—literally. The taste of his own blood was bitter, but the memories of years without Olivia were far worse.

Alucard had to be resourceful about this revelation, but one thing was for certain.

He had to tell Olivia as soon as possible.

So, while holding his breath and withholding a snarl, Alucard's tendrils placed the table and figurine back in their respective positions before he charged towards the door.

"Let's go." He growled, phasing through the wood as Mr. Coffin raced after its master. 'Olivia, please…..hurry home.'

The plate fell from Olivia's hands and shattered on the floor as she jerked towards the window with petrified eyes.

'Alucard?' She placed a hand over her pounding heart. 'What is wrong? Did something happen?'

Suddenly she doubled over as an unseen force impaled its claws through her skull and shredded through muscle and bone.

'Wh-What's happening to me?! Alucard! What is wrong?! Are you hurt?! AAAHHH! IT HURTS! IT HURTS!' Her nails dug into her scalp as hot tears poured down her cheeks. 'ITHURTSITHURTSITHURTSITHURTSIT—!'

"OLIVIA!" Walter caught and steadied her with frantic eyes, shielding her sobbing form from curious onlookers. "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG?! ARE YOU OKAY?!"

The pain…..it was fading away and instead bile rose up her throat.

"I….." She untangled herself from his grip and stumbled forward. "I need air…I need fresh air."

Walter watched as she trudged towards the veranda, about to follow her when he caught sight of The Captain's reflection in the window.

With his hands, he signed out the phrase 'Phase Two; Don't interfere' before fading back into the darkness.

Walter's heartbeat pounded in his ears as his eyes shot back towards Olivia's retreating form. What did she have to do with the plan? Is this what the Doktor meant when he said to sit back and wait? But why were they getting Olivia in involved?! No, he had to stop this—he had to warn her!

He took a step forward and—

"All of our victories and abilities…they are only known by a small group of people. What if Hellsing comes to an end someday and all of our legacies are lost-?"

"Getting old, forgetting others, and being forgotten in return….it is one of the burdens of being human."

"I'm telling you that you are a human boy against an army of the undead! Despite all your skills, you are no match for them!"

"You are extraordinary, but you are still a human. You will age and grow weak while Alucard will live on and there is nothing you can do to stop it."

"I married Alucard, Walter."

Walter's feet became lead weights, and he watched as Olivia's form drifted further away.

What was he doing?! Run after her! Protect her! You love her don't you?!

'Which do you love more?' The Major's voice resonated through his mind. 'Olivia or your pride?'

For his answer, Walter curled his hands into fists, raised his foot to take a step forward…..only to turn on his heel and march towards the drinks table as Olivia ventured deeper into the moonlit gardens.

And into the palms of her enemies.

Collapsing against a marble bust, Olivia retched her guts out as the violent night winds threatened to launch her into the sky.

Something was wrong with Alucard.

Oh God it hurt

She had to get home as soon as possible.

It hurt so much

She need to—!

Meow

"Who's there?!" Olivia whirled around with Sic Parvis Magna and bile still dripping from her lips, only to find a blond kitten peeking out from behind a nearby shrub.

"Dear God, you scared me." She lowered her bow and wiped her lips, still panting heavily. "What are you doing out here alone, kitty? It is not safe at night."

Mewling softly, the kitten pattered over and nuzzled against her pant leg, bring a smile to Olivia's face as she knelt down and pet it.

"You must be one of the royal cats judging by how beautiful you are." She searched for a collar, only to turn up with nothing. "Where is your collar, kitty? If you don't have one, how will—?"

The kitten gazed up at her, and Olivia was rendered speechless at its unusual eye color.

'Magenta eyes? What kind of cat—?'

Olivia felt her veins freeze as the kitten smiled widely and sank its jaws into her hand.

"NO!" She flung the 'cat' off and fired multiple arrows at its body.

Its corpse slammed against the cobblestone, spraying blood and innards everywhere before rapidly decomposing into dust.

Heart ringing in her ears, Olivia tore off her collar to make a tourniquet for the bite and dumped her tiny bottle of holy water over the injury….only to discover nothing there.

No bite mark.

No blood.

Nothing.

Wrapping her arms around herself, Olivia repressed a whimper as a familiar sense of dread sank its talons into her chest.

'Alucard, what is going on…..?'

The Doktor was hard at work in his lab when the sound of nails against linoleum roused his attention.

"I trust you completed your mission, Warrant Officer Schrodinger?" He bent down and held out a test tube as the 'cat' sauntered over to him.

"Of course, Doktor. Piece of cake." Schrodinger grinned, Olivia's blood dripping from his jaw and into the tube. "I even got you some extra in the event you make a mistake."

"Such impudence!" The Doktor scowled, standing tall and holding the new full tube to the light. "All I need is one drop to put this plan into action." Placing the tube on a rack, he waltzed over to a large, blood soaked crate in the corner of the lab and chuckled. "Inform the Major I'm commencing trials, posthaste!"

"You seem giddy tonight, Doktor." Schrodinger teased, reverting back to his normal form. "I thought such behavior was unbecoming of Millennium."

"If you had the opportunity to create something like this," The Doktor pried open the crate and the scent of rotting flesh polluted the room. "Then you would understand why I'm so anxious to get started."

A/N: I know jackshit about coronations so a lot of artistic liberty has been taken so don't hate me lol. So yes, we are getting in the darker parts of this final arc. Things will become clearer in time, but I have no doubt many of you will figure things out because all of you are brilliant people. :D And Schrodinger bit Olivia but he didn't drink her blood. Like I said, things will make sense in the coming chapters. I hope all of you are looking forward to it! :D

And guess what, the next chapter will be the 50th! Yay!

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Thank you so much again and I hope all of you have a wonderful day! Stay warm! Be safe! See you in the next chapter! :D