[Riding in concert with the daunting figure of Abraham Van Helsing was a far more recent figure in the vampire's history. Walter was no master of horses, however, and so was quick to dismount from the white Shire mare upon which he had made the journey.]
So bloody help me, Alucard, if you've caused any trouble...
[The irate young man stepped forwards boldly. Walter's hair was as dark as ever, his skin as ashen as the night he'd been in Warsaw, and his scent nearly the same mix of cigarette smoke, starched cloth, and blood-- though, the scent of ammunition propellant was a great deal stronger than it had been in the days of World War Two.]
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So bloody help me, Alucard, if you've caused any trouble...
[The irate young man stepped forwards boldly. Walter's hair was as dark as ever, his skin as ashen as the night he'd been in Warsaw, and his scent nearly the same mix of cigarette smoke, starched cloth, and blood-- though, the scent of ammunition propellant was a great deal stronger than it had been in the days of World War Two.]
I'll cut you apart and drag you away in pieces!