singinghuntress | AU Catch-all

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This is an AU Post for Rip and anyone else who wants to do random AU's with her in whatever the settings we've discussed. For hilarity, bloody violence or raunchy Sexy-times.

Warnings where applicable? I mean...It's Hellsing. That should be enough of a warning. Beyond that, if things need to be moved somewhere else for size or privacy reasons, we can figure it out later?

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After he turned off the cellphone, a part of him wonders who she is. He gave the job so easily because it was a simple job. Anyone could do it. He didn't go to sleep. He stayed up all night until the morning sun rose when she came over to his property the next day.

When she came over on the property, he was right outside to greet her, enduring the morning sun if only for a few moments (...so glaringly bright to his liking...). He was frozen in place. Clearly shocked that she carries a resemblance to his lost lover. She wears very casually and simple, for the first few moments, he doesn't recognize her. In her first past life with him, she wore different clothes and spoke differently too. Perhaps he was used to her accent.

He won't stare for long. He decided to say nothing. Whatever she wears, to him, it's fine. But he wasn't certain if this is the same soul. Even though the physical resemblance is almost exact, it doesn't seem she remembers him.

"This is keys to the truck. The truck is over there, right on the road. I already put everything on the trunk inside, so drive to the following addresses."

He texts her the following address to her phone. Most of them address to stores and warehouses. "Drop them off in each and everyone. Then drive back here and I'll hand you the pay for the day." He instructed. "And drive slowly on the roads...Ms. Rip."

Rip was very unaware that her appearance might cause her new boss issues as she nodded while she looked over the addresses he just sent her. "Sounds easy enough. I hope I won't disappoint you."

She made her way towards the trucks to do the deliveries. For the most part, she was able to get where she needed to be on time though, she was a little late to one or two delivery points. At the end off the day, she returned the truck to his farm and sought out her new boss for her pay. "I'm back! "

It wasn't much of the issue with her appearance. It's a lack of recognition. Amnesia. Since she doesn't recognize him, perhaps her memories are buried and there's no recall. Still, he won't press it. Memory recall doesn't happen at first sight or spontaneous. For now, he simply thinks of it as a close resemblance. A coincidence.

Once her truck was gone, he quickly retreated back into his house to avoid the sun. So draining. Since he hasn't slept the night before, it's time for him to sleep in his coffin-shaped bed and slumps there to sleep for the rest of the day.

When she returns, his dog was waiting on the front porch. A very big black hound with floppy ears wanders around the premises. The dog went inside the house to wake up his master, and Vlad trudges to the front door. His hair a mess from having just woke up.

"Mm....so you're back." And the truck is one piece. He hands her the cash, just like that. Not a check. He paid in full. "Here you go. Just as promised. If you come tomorrow, at the same time, it's going to be the same thing."

The large canine was definitely intimidating but, cute in its own way. She waits patiently, though she does fidget a little while the dog retrieves him. It's a relief to get paid again really...

Though, she nearly forgets about the money when she sees his tousled sleepy look and blushes faintly before averting her eyes. Rip quickly accepts the cash with a slight nod. "Then I'll be back again tomorrow. I really need the money so.." She would be his driver as long as he needed one.

Who knows, it might be more of a permanent thing than a temporary gig... Rip just didn't know. Though, she did have to admit to herself that there were worse jobs she could be doing.

"...Is there anything else I can do around here to earn more? Or, at least to help out?"

At her question, "Huh...? Earn more?" Contemplating on her answer. Why does she need more when the already job is finished?

"Hm, I don't know." He answered, bleary-eyed. And she's brazen enough to ask him for more money to earn! But she needs more money...to pay off bills and certain debts perhaps.

Does he need coffee? But then again he already has a collection of coffee machines in all manners of brands in the kitchen, so he doesn't need her help in fetching coffee from town. The cellar has his collection of wines to last him for a lifetime, so he doesn't need her help in fetching wine.

"Hmm...perhaps you could. Are you good with animals? I mean, you could take the dog out for a walk. Or gather eggs from chickens. Or gardening even? You could harvest the crops and pick out the bad ones to put in the recycle bin and turn on the sprinkler system and water them and trim..."

The dog is mostly harmless. He is simply wagging his tag, tail thumping, and all wags. He's a normal black labrador dog, with goofy soulful dog eyes, and a collar around his neck. Vlad used to have a black hound named Baskerville, but along with his lover, he was killed too. It took him long to find him too. Reincarnated as a normal simple dog. The dog came up to Rip, sniffing and licking at her hand.

"He seems to like you as a friend." He said. "This is Baskerville. I think he would like to go out for a walk."

Maybe her request was too brazen for just starting the job for him. But, when he came back with other things she could do around the farm, she relaxed and nodded. Her smile brightened up her features as she looks enthusiastic at helping out more.. "I can do that. I'm good with animals and I used to help my mother garden when I was younger so I know what to do when it comes to picking out the bad ones."

He was right though, Rip had a lot of bills to pay since she was all on her own. As for the dog, she smiles as she gently starts petting the goofy Labrador and even crouches down to give him a good scritch behind the ears.

"Hello Baskerville. Aren't you a handsome puppy." She loves on him for a few more moments before glancing up and the resemblance to his long dead lover is very unmistakable, almost like Baskerville when he found the reincarnated canine after that fateful night.

"...Is he named after the book? I know there's a Sherlock Holmes story called The Hounds of Baskerville."

In the meanwhile, Vlad took a moment to find a long leash, one of those types where you push a button, the leash becomes longer by extension and it retracts. He attached it to the puppy's collar by the hook to connect collar and leash.

Well, if she needed money...and the fact that she's enthusiastic to help counts. He'll think of tasks he needed her to do if she comes back tomorrow the next day. Managing the farm as big as this one can be quite a lot for one vampire who is a recluse and lives by himself.

"Mn. He is named after the book. One of my favorite series in fact. You can take Baskerville out for a walk around the property. He would like that."

At that, he handed her the leash, and indeed he gave her another job. The puppy energetically wanted to run and walk about, pulling on the leash.

"If he runs, just call him by his name and he'll come back to you. You can whistle too like this." Vlad whistled and the dog barked in response. "Just like that."

She takes the leash with an enthusiastic nod as the energetic puppy starts tugging on the leash. Rip looks back at her new employer and nods again. "I'll do just zhat."

Rip tries to whistle to see if it works and to her surprise it does. She praises the puppy for doing as she asks before setting out, walking the dog around the large property. It may take her awhile but, she was eager to do it.

As she walks the dog, she surveys the grounds out of curiosity while playing with Baskerville. There's surprisingly a lot here... How was he running this all by himself? Rip didn't see anyone else around...

By the time she returned to the house with Baskerville, it was clear the puppy adores her and that she enjoyed walking him.

"He's quite energetic. Und.. I vas vondering if anyone else vorks at zhe farm. Or iz it all just you?"

The pup was well-trained and he barked in response when he heard her whistle. He is happy to receive praise believing himself to be a good dog and taking the lead, walking by her heel as they walked together side by side.

Walking around the property, she gets a good view of the barn and the stables where most of the animals are being kept inside, safe and sound. There are cattle grazing on the grassy field with a wooden fence surrounding the enclosure.

It was noted there’s no staff around on the property. A farm even with acres this big as this one should have a sizeable staff on the site but there isn’t no in sight.

Vlad is waiting for her in front of the house when she returns. "Do you have a fun walk?" Looking to his pup who is happy with his walk and seeing his master, Vlad leans over to give Baskerville his pets and takes back the leash. "It looks like someone sure did. Who's a good boy?"

At her question, "Oh? Oh. It's just me. I know it doesn't look like it, but I handled everything by myself on the farm. I keep a small with only a handful of animals." He digs into his wallet to give her a few extra bills as a tip for walking his dog. "I run a private operation, a small business, and sell only what I have on hand."

After much thought, since initially he didn't want to ask her of this, "But I guess a farm of this sie, I'll probably need your help from time to time."

It took her by surprise to lean that he was the only one manning the farm. A place this large really should take more than one person to run it..

Especially with the goods she delivered earlier. Who does all the picking and brewing?? He's not really doing it all himself, is he?

Rip frowns a little and takes the offered bills, pocketing them with the rest of the money. "Then... I guess you have one part-time farm hand. I'll be happy to help just to be able to pay my bills. Besides, who knows. Maybe working together we can get more things done around here than just one person doing it alone."

Rip grins slightly, her whole face brightening up as she tosses her braid over her shoulder. "We might even be able to raise your profits or something."

Optimistic and hopeful... all traits the woman he lost twenty years ago had...

"I think, I'll enjoy working for you Sir."

She'll be surprised how much he managed on his own. He has too much time on his hands. He thinks he doesn't need people either. Much of the jobs, he does the heavy lifting (or use telekinesis) to finish his task faster.

Vlad is puzzled by how optimistic she is. She's too eager to work. Perhaps she has debts and bills to pay off. He doesn't question it since it's not too often people will drive out this far and come out here just to work.

Vlad is moved by her humbleness. "I don't need profits. I just make enough to keep the farm running. If anything, all the profits goes to help the animals here and provide them a sanctuary." From the horses and cattle and the chickens.

A short sigh. He was moved by his sentimentality and she does remind him of his past life lover, if past life is a real thing and not a theory. The young woman needed a job and it's his responsibility. "But if you enjoy working here, you may come here tomorrow morning and the day after. You can start anywhere from 8 to 9 in the morning and the shift ends in the evening around 5 to 7 depending on how much work we have to do."

Her eagerness can definitely be equated to the amount of bills she has to pay, especially if she wanted to keep her apartment. So, this job meant the world to her for as long as she can manage to keep it.

So far, he's the only one that's taken their chances on her and she appreciates it. "Then.. I guess I'll help you maintain the farm at its best." She grins slightly. That grin turns into a sunny, happy smile when he mentions she can have regular shifts. It didn't matter to her if it was day in and day out just as long as her bills got paid. That.. and she found this farm charming and his dog adorable.

....And if she had to admit it, he was handsome himself. Though, Rip just met him so, who knows how long she might keep that opinion.

"I'll make a list of tasks for you tomorrow when you return." He said. He's not quite sure why she's happy. Not many are too eager to come to work! And his type of work isn't a desk and office job. "I have your number should I need to text you anything."

He looks up. The sky becomes dark and the sun is setting, heralding evening. "It's getting dark. You should be driving home by now."

She turns her attention to the darkening sky and nods a little, though she's not moving much yet. "I can see that.. Evenings my favorite time of day so.."

Rip shrugs slightly as she reluctantly turns to head to her own car. "The stars must be beautiful out here without all the light pollution from the city." Something else his long dead lover adored, the night sky.