A New Song

[Saasha]

The urge. Oh the urge was so great. It had been so long since she had done it that she was unsure if she would still have the talent to pull it off half decently. She used to do it all the time with her former master, but since coming to this world, she had been so busy picking off demons both for herself and for her new master, that she had forgotten all about it. Not only that, but it was likely an unwise idea to do so as it would draw a lot of unnecessary attention. But ooooh that itch was driving her crazy! She stirred from her moon starings at readjust her legs, sitting criss-cross was not one of her favorite positions, never had been. Saasha sat in her human form under a treeline outside of the city. She had gone on another wandering only to end up leaving the city behind and retreating to the cool safety of the trees.

Her master would be very upset if he found out that she attracted attention wouldn't he? No, as long as she took care of it he wouldn't care. So... there was no harm, was there? She sighed and propped one elbow against her knee and rested her chin on her closed fist. The sudden action caused her red-ish blond hair to fall into her face. She jerked straight backed and stared at it for a moment before tilting her head to the side. Saasha raised a hand and pushed the bit out of the way only to have it fall back into her face again. She did it again, and again it fell. She crumpled her nose in mild frustration and batted at the piece hand over hand leaning farther and father back as she did so, each time the peice fell back into it's unwanted place.

She felt herself beginning to tip back just a bit to far, but was too busy with the little rogue to catch herself before her back hit the grassy ground with a small rustle. A tiny yip left her lips as she fell. The action done and over, she lay there for a moment longer before frowning to herself. Saasha sat back up without moving her legs and returned to her thoughts, the piece being finally and successfully tucking the piece behind her human ear... until it fell out again. She gave a reluctant sigh and returned her elbow and chin to the former places her dark wolf-en ears drooping to express her inner disappointment. Meanwhile, her tail flicked a few times to rid itself of any foliage and then moved to lay in her lap, creating a sort of blanket for her bare legs.

She wore a pair of dark jean shorts that were tattered at the edges and faded in places, showing that they were well worn. Around her waist wrapped a thin black leather belt, very plain in appearance. her top consisted of a dark blue muscle shirt that hung loosely around her middle but the bottom of which was tucked lightly into her shorts. Around her throat she wore a thin black tattoo like choker, something she never left the house without, it had been a gift from her brother before they got separated nearly thirty-two years ago. Lastly, on her feet she wore a pair of plain black leather combat boots. Her usual style of outfit pretty much. She rubbed the scar around her left ring finger absentmindedly but ceased with a scoff once she realized what she was doing.

So.... there was no harm- right? With her lips set into a determined line, she stood and backed into the forest a bit. That way, no one would hopefully see her if they were coming out this far. Seeing no one so far, she relaxed her shoulders and breathed in and out a few times. When she was prepared, she lifted her face to bask in the spears of moonlight that shone through the trees... and began to sing.

The deeper she got into melody, the more her voice began to morph and shift. It became smoother and sweeter with each passing note and shifted from a voice into a chorus of even tones, each containing a different voice. Decrescendos and peaks glided from her lips into a kaleidoscopic of different notes. But her voice was not the only thing that the underwent a change. She took a few paces out of the trees to let the full barrage of the moonlight strike her and fill her senses, but her human form had vanished. The sweet notes that slipped from her lips turned into echoing howls. One would think that the sound would have been ruined by the shift, but for Saasha it was just the opposite, the only became that much more melodic. The fact that it was not only one voice that could be heard might drive one to believe there was more than only the lone wolf beneath those trees.

A lullaby to the moon lit world under her feet and the town in the foreground. Should anyone hear her songs, they would be able to be identified as wolf howls, but possessing an almost unearthly quality to them. A fitting notion considering what she was.

[Yar'loc]

Yar'loc was asleep in one of the trees. This new world was strange, but not unlike his old one. To get something, you still needed to be able to give something in return. And he had nothing to give. So, with an empty belly and no place to sleep he headed off into the only place that seemed familiar to him. The trees.

He was sleeping soundly, when he heard a voice start to sing. It was beautiful. Then he corrected himself, not one voice, but many. At least that's what it sounded like. He searched around quickly for the source, until he saw a Human female standing just near to his tree, singing. It was her, but soon she started to change. She was no longer a Human, but was becoming...a wolf?

Yar was intrigued and jumped down from the tree hoping not to scare her.

[sebastian]

Cue more Music

The Hellsing mansion was bustling with activity as dinner came to a close. It was only about 7pm, and he'd only just finished washing the dishes and cooking utensils he had used. As usual, he'd gotten many compliments on the meal from those who worked within the mansion. The butler had merely bowed his head and humbly accepted the thanks. He still found it laughable that, due to his not being human, he didn't know what anything he made tasted like; he simply went by his sense of smell to prepare foods. Yet despite the fact he hadn't the faintest idea what he was doing most of the time; others told him that the meals were fine quality and had the most savory flavours. Well, if those he served enjoyed his cooking, then those children at the orphanage would as well. Oh yes, he remembered Heinkel's request; and he had every intention of carrying it out. But first...

He put away the final silver plate into its display case, and turned to leave the kitchen. He nodded a greeting to a few of the inhabitants he passed on his way upstairs; getting only friendly smiles and returns. He had now been at the mansion for almost a full month; and he was already well-liked around the place. His courtesy, attention to detail, phobia of the presence of a single spec of dirt anywhere, perfect service, and even his looks had brought those who lived here to appreciate his company. He had to admit, it was strange working for Sir Integra, her mansion was always so populated. He was used to there being only a family present in the past homes he'd served in; a mansion which sheltered refugees and served as headquarters for the Hellsing organization was quite different from any of his past experiences. It wasn't a bad change, but it certainly kept him busy. He soon reached the door to the main communications room, and opened the door quietly as he walked in. It was deserted for now.

Once he'd put in the number on the phone, and waited for only a few seconds before a voice answered. "Good evening, Miss. I represent the Hellsing estate, and we would like to provide some food for your orphans later this evening." He smiled softly at the excited reply. "Yes, I'm afraid we are very busy right now; and the earliest I could bring the meals over is near 11pm. Is that acceptable?" He received a confirmation, and smiled slightly. "Very well. I shall meet with your assistant at exactly 11, I do not wish to keep you up too late." He hung up the phone and left the room; before retreating to carry out the rest of his duties. As things began to calm down while people settled into nighttime routines, he returned to the kitchen to prepare.

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It was 10:00pm when he finally closed the front doors of the mansion behind him. He bowed to the two Regenerator guards who were stationed there; alert and prepared to keep watch until the shift change occurred. Both waved cheerfully at him as he passed, and made his way to the front wrought iron gates. If it had been anyone else trying to leave at this hour, the guards would have held them back unless they had written permission. But they had learned a while ago that the butler, who was also a personal assistant to Integra herself, had clearance to do whatever he had to. No one would question him in his tasks, considering he spent every spare second of his time with the Head of the Hellsing organization as a bodyguard as well. He made a few trips in and out of the house, to retrieve all the food he had prepared and place them in a horse-drawn carriage; everything boxed up neatly. Of course, he could have just picked the entire carriage up and been at the orphanage in under 10 seconds. But he had to act as human as possible on such tasks; lest anyone find out what he truly was.

With everything loaded, he gracefully made his way up into the driver's seat of the carriage; taking up the reigns of the twin palomino horses who couldn't look happier. These creatures were well cared for, he made certain of it. One of the Regenerators opened the gate for him and his cart, and closed it behind him once he was through. Now that he was outside of the mansion, he became aware of how quiet it was. The moonlight was bright tonight, and it touched his black butler attire to silver. It was pleasantly cool, and a gentle breeze blew across the area. He navigated the horses carefully through the labyrinth of the city which resembled a ghost town; trying not to jar the boxes in the cart. He ended up taking a side road which bordered the forest on the edge of the city, just to take a less bumpy path. The orphanage wasn't far from the outskirts of the city anyway.

That was when he heard it; his sensitive demon hearing picking up the strange music. It sounded like a song, and it wasn't exactly an unpleasant one either. Now, he didn't consider himself a good singer, though he had been told in his many years of life he had a lovely voice. But song was normally not a demon's strongest point. But nevertheless, he could shelter a certain appreciation for it. He was curious as to what was making the music, but he had a task to do; and it was 30 minutes until 11pm. Being late was something he despised; so he didn't slow down the cart. At one point, however, he distinctly picked up a canine scent; and it registered. Wolves... Or perhaps just one wolf. It was difficult to tell. Much as he disliked canines of any sort; he was able to accept wolves more readily than common dogs. The creatures had an air of freedom and power about them; as well as cooperation as a family. Sebastian lightly snapped the reigns to get the horses' attention, who had started to slow down as their ears twitched about for the source of the noise, nickering nervously. But the feeling of the reigns; not necessarily pain, but certainly noticeable; set them back into motion.

[Saasha]

Saasha finished her song and sat back on her haunches, her normal placed eyes shutting in quiet contentment as the moonlight continued to wash over her. Suddenly, the glowing orange eyes on her side spied a small shadow drop from a nearby tree and land at it's base. They glowed a bit brighter and plainly showed her the outline of a... teddy bear? She turned her head to look her visitor with mild interest, what was this creature? Sniffing the air a bit she could tell it wasn't demon, too... earthy smelling. She had hunted countless demons and other such creatures, but never had she seen something like this.

It didn't seem to be any threat, in fact it seemed to be curious about her large form. A deep rumble echoed within her chest, a soft laugh. She couldn't blame the thing, demons like her were not a common sight. She lowered herself to the ground and let her ears twitch a bit to show her relaxed state. Pressing her chin to the grass, she let her slender tail flick from side to side a bit. Not a common wolf motion, but one that was stereotypical of canines to show their friendliness. She hoped this little thing would understand that. She had been given strict orders from her master to not harm or kill anything that was not demon, vampire, of of that nature. And judging by appearances, the bear was none of the above. She made no noise, just simply watching the figure to see what it would do.

Well, she would have not moved, should the distinct scent of food carriage had not wafted into her nose. But it was not that scent in particular that made her raise her head and look towards the source. It was the smell of a demon- and a powerful one it seemed. She didn't move from her spot, though curious as to why a demon would be driving a carriage of food, but she ignored it for the time being and went back to watching her visitor. After all, the demon was not making trouble.

[Yar'loc]

Yar just stood there and looked at the now completely changed wolf. It was the strangest thing he'd ever seen. Not necessarily the most amount of eyes he'd ever seen, but definitely more than it should have had. Yar walked closer to the wolf, who was in a posture that suggested friendship, and patted it on the nose.

He then immediately hit himself in the head. That was a stupid thing to do, he thought. He may have grown up with Humans, but he was still a Ewok at heart and occasionally acted like that. That however, became less and less frequent the older he got. Indeed, that could be deadly in this world. He was about to say something when he caught a whiff of deliciously cooked food. He looked to the source and was amused to see that the wolf looked at the exact same time.

Yar ran off to the road in search of this food. The wolf would have turned back to him, to find him gone. He got to the road and saw a carriage coming up the road. He hid behind the tree and peeked out from behind it, weighing his options. He could most likely take the caravan by force, but that wouldn't be good. To be pegged as a criminal. Perhaps he could offer his services to the driver? He decided to stay hidden until he saw who or what was driving. As the carriage got closer however, it looked like the driver had seen him, so he hid back behind the tree.

[sebastian]

The scent of the wolf grew more powerful as he continued along the path, and now he could make out the scent of demon as well. So... Perhaps a hellhound...? That would explain why the music sounded so interesting to him. Pluto had been the hellhound who resided in the manor with his previous master, much to the butler's discontent. However, that dog had proven to be useful at times; even though he had set London on fire while under the control of the Angel. It was but an overstatement to say he missed Pluto, but the lack of the demon dog constantly striving for his approval and praise was taking getting used to. He brief time in hell with Ciel, they had met the demon dog which had been killed by Phantomhive servants. And that dog had been ad friendly and loving as usual to him. So being back in the human world, without Pluto trailing after him, was quite unusual. Ah well. It had been a demon dog, he supposed he could feel a certain kinship with him; despite his dog hatred.

The horses were starting to freak again as the scent grew, and Sebastian pulled firmly back on the reigns; offering nonsense words in his soothing voice. Evidently, they had just passed the location of the hellhound; who wasn't too far into the forest. He could also pick up a strange scent which reminded him of bear; but he couldn't place exactly what it was. But as they passed the location, and the smell began to fade, the equines started to settle again; only occasionally jerking slightly at a snap of a twig or a kick of a rock. The demon sighed. Horses were strange... Large, powerful beasts, but very easily frightened. Then the wind changed, and his sharp crimson eyes immediately snapped up to fix on a small brown thing which had peeked around a tree. The horses hadn't seen, but they smelled the scent. However, the creature was so small, it didn't unnerve them the way the hellhound's smell did.

Sebastian had half a mind to keep driving the carriage, to pass the observer and its hiding place without sparing a thought for it. He was in a bit of a hurry, after all. But he couldn't just ignore it now that he had set eyes upon it. He sighed as he took one gloved hand off the reigns to pull out his pocket watch; checking it in the moonlight. The orphanage was just around the next bend, and he still had about 25 minutes until the delivery time. The watch was returned to his pocket as he took hold of the reigns again, pulling back until the horses slowed and came to a stop. The driver's seat he was in was directly next to the tree now, and he cast his crimson eyes down upon the partially visible black creature; allowing a kind smile to spread across his face. He could sense it was an intelligent creature, it could probably understand and speak English quite well. "Pardon me, but I couldn't help noticing you watching as I approached. Is there something I can help you with? Are you perhaps a traveler in need of transportation? Or perhaps just some directions?" He was just too nice, wasn't he? Being a butler was really starting to get to him, these days. Service before self... What an un-demon-like trait...

[Saasha]

Saasha's heart dropped a bit when she realized that it had darted after the carriage. Immediately she stood and took a few steps forward so that she could keep watch. The horses already knew she was there judging by their whinnies and whines and that meant that surely the driver knew as well, so there was really no point to hanging back. The wolf demon silently paced forward, her huge paws making no noise as the padded against the soft grass. When she got close enough to see the driver clearly, she stifled the glow in her eyes and shut the unnaturally placed ones. Not that the fact that four of them grew from tendrils attached to her elbow joints and head, would alert the driver further, but still. She did have a sense of subtlety to maintain.

Saasha stopped a good five feet or so behind the Ewok and laid down in the brush, hiding most of her frame from immediate view. This was done mostly for the good of the horses so they did not spook much more than they already were. She regarded the butler with some curiosity; it seemed she was destined to encounter one more thing she had not seen before. Not only was he polite, but it would also seem that he was well poised. His words were friendly enough, but what good would it do to trust only a voice. His garb and mannerisms suggested that he was some sort of servant, and a highly placed one at that. If she had to guess, he was a butler and no doubt the head one. Interesting. She remained still as he spoke but kept an eye on the small being as well. She wasn't quite sure what level of intelligence it had, but it was obviously smart enough to not simply rush the carriage entirely.

[Yar'loc]

Upon hearing his words, Yar stepped out from behind the tree. The man was very neatly dressed, but there was something about him. Yar could feel it, but he wasn't sure what it was.

"Hello. My name is Yar'loc Vaine, but you can call me Yar. If I'm honest, I haven't eaten in a few days. I haven't got any money, but if there is anyway I can work for some of that delicious smelling food you have, I would greatly appreciate it." He bowed.

He could feel the wolf's presence behind him. Was she hiding? Why would she do that? Did she know something that he didn't? So many questions, yet the only thing his mind kept coming back to was the thought of food. He couldn't remember the last time he'd eaten. He promised that the very next day he would go into town and find a job or something. He would make a good thief...

[sebastian]

Of course, he was well aware of the demon wolf which had moved closer. It was luck that the wind had changed; or the horses would most likely have bolted. That wound mean scattered food; and he wouldn't take kindly to that. But it seemed like she at least had the decency to stay hidden. Yes, she was close enough now that he could sense her gender. He could respect the fact she had some courtesy. The gaze shifted over the place where she was hidden; judging more by the sound of her breather rather than her scent. If she was indeed a hellhound, then she had a human form as well; and would likely approach this evening. Therefore, he was ready. But so far... No hostility came from the shadows. So he would display none in turn.

The butler returned his attention to the small black thing, eyebrows raised as it finally came into full view. Truly, it was interesting. He had never seen such a creature before, though the resemblance to a very small black bear was quite clear. The voice was male, and friendly enough. His request came as a surprise, though not entirely unexpected. The smell of the food from his carriage would no doubt have attracted his attention had their positions been reversed. Then there was the fact that consuming human food went against his nature, and it would do nothing but make him dreadfully ill. He was still quite curious about the creature, while the horses seemed to have lost interest in the small thing. They were dipping their heads and sniffing hopefully about the the ground, as if they were hungry as well. They never stopped eating, those creatures...

Sebastian wasted no time in replying to Yar'loc, he dipped his head in his own bow. "But of course... I understand. I assure you good Sir, that no work will be necessary. My master has been providing a home and food for many refugees, and so we have plenty of food to share." He cast a glance back at his cart, considering. "However, I'm afraid I am rather pressed for time at this moment. This carriage and its cargo is bound for the orphanage around the corner, it must arrive in a very short while. If you wish to accompany me, you are more than welcome to; assuming you feel you can trust a stranger. Should you come along, you may have some of what is left; I highly doubt the orphanage will take it all. He bowed his head again, an amused smile flickering across his features at the thought that the creature might not feel safe hopping onto a cart with someone he knew nothing about. "If you would prefer to wait here, I would be more than happy to save a box that you and your friend," He tilted his head toward the bushes where the demon dog rested. "Can both feast upon. I will be taking this same path back to the manor which I serve in, and it will be no trouble for me to stop by here to deliver."

[Saasha]

Saahsa was slightly surprised to hear Yar speak, let alone to be so polite. It was a rare occasion that such an animalistic looking creature had much intelligence, let alone any kind of discernment. She scoffed at herself internally- hypocritical much? This only added to her curiosity and watchfulness. Now, she was not the type to let her curiosity over ride her common sense, but nonetheless she was of the mindset that if a being needed assistance, she would generally lend a hand. Hence why she still sat un-moving in the brush.

Needless to say she was fully bent on following her orders to be sure that no foul play occurred. And though it seemed highly unlikely that such happenings would arise, she was still rather curious about this being. His speech was genuine she could now tell, but the feeling she was getting from him did not match the occupation. He was powerful. How powerful she couldn't tell just yet but it was not that difficult to tell that he was at the very least able to hold his own. But bringing food to an orphanage? Saasha's thought this rather odd, but then again, Yar needed a decent meal.

Saasha's aura settled into the horses minds, filling their nostrils with the pleasant scent of sweet hay and barley; their eyes would filter out her form as they turned their heads this way and that to take in the dark surroundings. An overwhelming feeling of peace would settle over their minds and they would be oblivious to her presence. They would be aware of everything else around them, but not the wolf that was emerging from brush to stand beside the Ewok.

"Perhaps it would be wise for you to have company. Not that you couldn't take care of things on your own of course, but an extra set of eyes might but prudent this late at night." The thin tails that sprouted from her elbows and just behind her ears had pulled back to hang in the air along side her body, her head at full height and her ears pricked forward. A stance that showed alertness but nothing more.

[Yar'loc]

Yar thought about it and was about to speak when the wolf came up beside him. He wasn't quite sure what to think of this until she spoke. He was slightly taken back as he didn't expect her to be able to speak. Then he thought to himself, Perhaps, she didn't expect me to speak either.

Yar spoke to the Butler first. "I'd be delighted to accompany you, sir. I can lend a helping hand once we get there." Then he turned to the wolf and placed a hand on her head. "I don't know much about this world. It might be normal for wolves that look as...different...as you do to show up at orphanages, but somehow I doubt that. Perhaps you should stay here and we will return shortly. I don't sense any evil intentions from him. That is, unless you want to turn Human again? Then I don't see any reason why you shouldn't come along."

Yar bent his knees and effortlessly jumped from where he stood, over the Butler, and landed softly in the seat next to him. He weighed so little that the carriage didn't even move.

[sebastian]

When the horses didn't so much as step back as the hellhound came into view, he had to admit he was surprised at first. But then he caught the sense of eerie calming streaming off the equines in waves; he figured what must have been done. Impressive... This hellhound was already quite different from Pluto. As if the many closed eyes and strange slender extensions from her body didn't already give that away. She was quite different from what he expected; but then again... She was hell spawn, like himself. Assuming that she was a hellhound. When she spoke, he raised his eyebrows. Did it honestly not occur to her that strolling up to an orphanage in that form might... Well... Be cause for panic? He was about to point that out, but Yar'loc spoke first. That caused the butler to smile. He really was an intelligent being. "If you insist on helping, you can aid by carrying in some of the boxes." He said, his eyes following the movement of the creature over his head. As for sensing evil intentions... That only amused him. Of course he had no evil intentions; he was bound by contract to serve.

Sebastian offered a smile to Yar'loc, before turning those crimson eyes to the wolf. "My apologies Miss, but I can only back up what Yar'loc has said. Your form would be quite unwelcome near a place where children without parents are sheltered. If you were to resume your human form, then I would welcome your company as well." He tightened the reigns slightly, and the dazed horses lifted there heads as they prepared to trot off again. He had suspected she had a human form, like all hellhounds. Yar'loc had just confirmed that hunch. He tipped his head forward in a bow to the canine then. "I assure you, Madame, that I bear no ill-will to either of you; and I can handle any dangers in these woods. You may come as a human, or you may stay here as a wolf." It was the only thing he could say in an attempt to ease her suspicion of him without alerting Yar'loc as to what he was.

[Saasha]

"Naturally I do not wish to frighten anyone, but do not fret. I shall not be seen by any child's eyes. I shall change if the time demands it. I have my own orders to follow as well, after all." As she spoke, she melted back into the trees without so much as a sound. She would follow silently. It was not in her nature to switch so readily back and forth with eyes being seen. She would changed into a human if need be, however. Strangely enough, even for her large size of nearly five and a half feet at the shoulders, she was not easy to spot if she stayed in the shadows. It was how she was successful on her hunts after all. That reminded her that she would need to hunt again, and soon.

She would stay true to her word and stay well into the shadows of the buildings, occasionally darting to the roofs and then dropping into the alleyways as she followed the carriage. But her movement was in short bursts of speed, making her nearly invisible to the human eye if she happened to pass over a patch of lit walkway.

[Yar'loc]

Yar sat there and watched the horse go off. Hopefully she wouldn't be seen by anyone. That might be a bit much to explain. He looked up to the butler diving and even though he was looking straight ahead, Yar couldn't shake this feeling that he was somehow watching him.

"Thanks for letting me help, er... What did you say your name was again?"He adjusted his robes while he waited for an answer from the man. The man who was feeling more less and less like a man the more Yar spent in his company. He could see the orphanage up ahead. Theyw ere very close now.

[sebastian]

It seemed like all hellhounds were stubbornly determined to do things the way they wanted to. He didn't like the fact that she'd be following them from the shadows, it instinctively made him anticipate a possible attack. And he really didn't want to have his cart tipped and all that food wasted. But there was nothing to do about it, she had already gone. With a sigh, he snapped the reigns again; setting the horses into a slow trot. They still seemed to be rather dazed, though they were rapidly regaining their usual attitudes. Through the remainder of the journey, his eyes were constantly moving; following every one of the demon dog's motions, though his head rarely turned away from facing forward. He felt as if the dog was rather curious about him, and suspicious at the same time. Not surprising really; considering that, as a demon herself, she would be well aware of his own power. Yet, rather than running around and devouring/enslaving random souls for his own amusement as other minor demons did; he had lowered himself to the level of a butler and served another. It was that same concept than many of those he had met felt toward him.

His attention was drawn out of his thoughts by the voice of Yar'loc. "Oh yes... Please forgive my rudeness, I haven't introduced myself yet..." His turned slightly to the side so as to bow his head again. "My name is Sebastian. I am the butler of the Hellsing estate, which is that mansion stationed further back in the more destroyed zones of Hollowton. Unless you are new here, you have most likely already heard about us." He steered the horses around the final bend, and soon the orphanage was in his sight. He could see the lone figure standing by the front doors of the rather shabby structure. After spending all his time in the Hellsing Manor, it looked quite pathetic. But as the cart pulled up to the building, the smile of the orphanage assistant as she ran forward was wide enough to bring forth a returning smile from him. It was exactly 11 o' clock, perfect timing.

"You are the Hellsing representative?" She asked cheerfully as he descended from the driver's seat with grace. He sunk into a deep bow, resting his hand on his chest out of habit. "Indeed, Milady. Sebastian Michaelis, at your service." The woman was already visibly blushing at being treated like royalty by the rather attractive butler. "I have the food stored in boxes within the carriage. If you would be so kind as to show me where everything is to be placed, we shall begin to unload with your permission." He tilted his head toward Yar'loc to show what he meant by "we". The woman's eyes widened at the sight of the creature, but she had seen some strange things within Hollowton. This wasn't too much of a surprise. "Yes, of course." She said, turning to the orphanage and opening the doors. Sebastian followed without a word, though he was struggling not to show his amusement at how flustered the woman was by his very presence. Really... Human beings were so easily affected by their own amorous longings.

In a few minutes, he re-emerged from the orphanage with the woman behind him; as well as 7 of the older orphans who had still been awake. They had volunteered to also aid in the transport f the food. The many eyes opened in wonder at the sight which met their eyes as the butler opened the doors. The neatly stacked boxed were all well-sealed; so their contents were invisible to the children. But the aroma which wafted from the carried was enough to excite them. Sebastian leaned into the cart to start distributing the many packages, making sure to leave three well-hidden beneath a seat. No one here would notice that not everything was to be passed out. Besides, the occupants of the orphanage were already excited enough by the large amount they were receiving. Sebastian handed two of the parcels to Yar'loc. "When you enter, everything is to be placed inside the room which is the third door on your right down the main hallway."

The manager of the facility came out soon enough, thanking the butler with tears in her eyes. All the destruction of Hollowton had left them with almost nothing to feed their many children. In a short amount of time, the cart was half-empty; and the rest if the orphanage had been awakened by the food scents with rather desperate stomachs. The youngest ones seemed to be having a rather excitable social party in the hallway, jabbering away in their high pitched voices as each parcel came by into the room. Somehow, they managed to stay out of the way so as not to cause a holdup. In just under ten minutes, he finally closed and locked the carriage doors. The other orphanage assistants were already starting to dish out a late night feast of celebration inside as the final helpers ran excitedly back indoors.

The manager and her head assistant looked like they were on the verge of hugging the butler. Of course, they didn't know he had prepared everything himself; they merely assumed he was the head of a large kitchen crew back at the Hellsing Manor. But all the same; they were beyond elated. As they started choking out streams of thanks, he merely smiled and bowed once more. "Really, it was no problem; misses." He said humbly.



"You should have enough meals to keep going for the rest of the month, assuming you refrigerate them properly. Should times still be hard once you start running low, please don't hesitate to send someone to the mansion to request another delivery. After all, where would we be without children? On behalf of Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing, the head of the Hellsing estate; I wish you luck in adopting out. I'm certain that one day, all of your children will have homes." The two women were in tears again as he climbed back into the driver's seat of the carriage. Once Yar'loc rejoined him, he would snap the reigns and set off again on the same path from whence he had come.

ooc: Really... One would think Christmas came early. XD