The horse was obviously not alive, red eyes glowing like embers, visible even in the light of day. Alucard was not harmed by the daylight, he only hated it. But at last, at long last, after maneuvering the horse into a gallop for a fair few furloughs, they reached the Winther Stoker Mansion- the Hellsing headquarters in this place.

With nary a show of fanfare, the horse's hooves pounded up the drive and stopped. Alucard dismounted first, of course, and offerend Integral a hand down. Even if it was from a rather short distance, it was a gesture of respect for who she was more than for her sex. "Your Grandfather's new residence," Alucard explained, arching one brow.