â youâre ... affiliated with sternritter b , arenât you ?Â
   i donât think weâve met before . i am sternritter d , die dracul .Â
know me as alucard , if you wish for a name . â his tone was RESPECTFUL ,Â
   for he had word of the blonde , a HUMAN woman whom had somehowÂ
 found refuge in their EMPIRE , becoming close with jugram and otherwiseÂ
being as entwined as HE . in a manner of speaking , why she was here wasÂ
   relegated to RUMOR and speculation : that she had won the affections of b ,Â
 and that she was here SEEKING a cure to a disease . regardless of whether orÂ
not any were true , he would NOT make mention of it . there was no need .
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                   ââ HUMAN?
        THE sharpness in his tone increased at the word, followed by a laughter that was nearly cruel; judging in aspect. like he had encountered a rare breed that despite all notoriety remained unsurprising---- unremarkable. granted he held a fair curiosity, it was rare to encounter anyone worth mention as of late.
19. Is there anything they refuse to budge on? What are they stubborn about?
19. Is there anything they refuse to budge on? What are they stubborn about?
Her cameras, are one of the only things sheâs very stubborn about. Very few people are allowed to touch them, itâs almost like a sign of extreme trust if she lets out hold them, though of course even at that point she will be very wary.
          ' nothing for your eyes, nothing of desire lies inside.
           your journeys have brought you this far, to the wizard
           who hails alongside the true king. speak only one
           q u e s t i o n , and receive only one a n s w e r. â
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     While her father drowned in bottle after bottle of alcohol, she cleaned. That was all she was     allowed to do anymore. If she did nothing, her beatings would be even more severe than what     they already were. Besides, it wasnât like he, Ludwig Hollenbach, cleaned. No, he was either     too drunk or hungover to do so. If she didnât clean, the place would reek and look like a pigsty.Â
     One night, a night where her âfatherâ (he didnât even deserve to be called that anymore)     appeared passed out at the kitchen table, she cleaned as per usual. Nothing was out of the     ordinary.However, unlike any other night, a smell plagued the houseââ one that made her      absolutely SICK.
    She checked all the rooms that she was allowed in (there were only two she were allowed in:    Ludwigâs and the attic) and realized that it must have been coming from one of the rooms she    wasnât allowed in. Due to the fact that Ludwig was passed out (or so she believed he was), she    figured it wouldnât hurt to peek into his room find out what reeked and get rid of it before he    awoke. He wouldnât even know that she was in there.Â
    Silently, she crept into the room, realizing the consequences that could happen if she got caught    somehow. Anastasia had armed herself with rubber gloves and a trash bag. However, none of    the stuff she had grabbed to dispose of that one thing would prepare her for what lied behind the    door.Â
    Rotting food, glass bottles, and trash littered the floor as well as dirtied clothes. Apart of the    young girl wasnât surprised, but she was nonetheless. She was surprised that the house hadnât    started to reek sooner. All was absolutely disgusting except for the top of a dresser which was    decorated simply with a farmed picture of a beautiful woman and a manâ who she assumed    was her father which meant that the woman must have been her mother. Natasha.Â
    Anastasia hated her. The very sight of the woman caused a spark of rage. She wanted to    scream. Yell at the picture. Of course, she knew yelling at an old photo would solve nothing. It    wouldnât solve any of her problems. As she stood there, overcame with rage she shook, he    crept up the stairs.Â
   Obviously drunk, he stood against the door. At first he said nothing but his slurred words would   reach his childâs ears, âThe fuck do you think youâre doinâ in here?â She whipped around, but did   not say anything. No matter what she said or did, he fate would be the same: she would be beat.Â
   In his hand, he clutched a bottle, a glass one as usual. He favored liquor that was in glass bottles   rather than in cans. At first, they did nothing but stare. For a split second, she thought he wasnât   going to beat her, but realized she was wrong when he came towards her, hatred and rage    flaming in the matching blue optics of Anastasiaâs.Â
   He gripped her shirt and pushed in her into the dresser, which caused the picture to fall over.   The bottle was sat beside the fallen photo and a punch was delivered swiftly to her face.   Thankfully, it didnât hit her nose but rather her check. Sheâd defiantly have another bruise there    tomorrow.Â
   A few seconds passed before the next assault. He promptly threw the child on the ground and   begun to deliver out kicks to her abdomen area. After around five or so, he stop and hissed   something at her in that she couldnât make out before immediately smashing the bottle against   her skull which resulted in the strong scent of whisky to coat her. After doing this, he left. The   beating wasnât as bad as she genitally thought itâd be.
   For an hour, she lied there. She didnât move. She just laid there, breathing in whisky. She was   sure she was bleeding from the glass that was shattered against her skull, but didnât care. She   shook with rage more than before and was on the verge of crying. Not because she was in painââ   she had sadly grown used to it many years agoââ but rather because she was so angry.
