By virtue of being vampire horses, what makes you think that they'd be out in the sunlight? [Change it to nighttime, buddy!

But Alucard gets the point. He offers out his left hand, and in a little whisp of smoke is what the horses in his father's stable once looked like. They're wicked looking, teeth out at all the wrong angles, ears that become horns, red eyes and dark coats. Not the gentlest horse out there. There isn't even a Fat Pony version.

So, horse in one hand, wine in the other, Alucard does take a sip.]

And how many vampires have you actually run across, in your time? I don't count, I'm only half.