The picture faded in and showed three young men in sports clothing, standing in a sports-hall. Two of them looked like they were in their early to mid twenties while the third one, a man with shoulder-length hair, was older, heading for thirty. He was the first to speak.
"Hello and greetings from Berlin. I'm Ingo, these are Josch and Niklas, slayers in training", the two waving into the camera. Niklas was a burly blonde and Josch a slim half black, half white mix. Both of them were noticeably taller than Ingo. "And behind the camera is Micha, our technical genius. (Say hi, Micha.)" A hand came into view from behind the actual picture, gave a short wave and disappeared again.
"And hiding somewhere is Conny, our only lady in the team." He looked over his shoulder and said: "Conny, say hi to our audience." He stepped aside to unblock the view on a young, pretty, pale-skinned, slim woman with long hair, dyed in black. She shyly waved into the camera and stepped out of view again, obviously not wanting to be filmed.
"We're waiting for a real professional, Christopher from the USA, who has been hunting vampires for over twenty years now and who, according to his website, is a direct successor of Abraham van Helsing. Such descent carries obligation."
While he spoke so, Ingo turned towards his laptop behind him, showing a homepage called "SLAYER-TRAINING!" (the title written in a flashy, comic-book style).
"So now we are eagerly awaiting the trainer's arrival," he said, smiling.
He looked different from the first time he had uploaded videos on the internet. The shoulder-length hair and the little belly were still there, but he had clearly lost some of his boyish radiance, though not completely. There also remained some slightly confused element in his appearance.
Suddenly a man entered the training-hall with the confident bearing of someone who has seen it all and knows everything, holding his head (and his nose in particular) high in the air.
He looked at the little group of people, dropped his training bag and placed his fists on his hips. "Is this it?!" he asked in very American accentuated English. He either wasn't able or willing to hide his disappointment. "This better be good. I don't want to have made this trip for nothing."
Perplexed by his reaction, the group of wannabe slayers froze. The short man marching like a drill sergeant, looking at them dismissively, continued: "I am Christopher! I am THE man for training new slayers and if slayers wouldn't have been around for centuries, I would have invented them! Nobody else has more experience in recruiting newbies to our ranks and in training them to pursue those who would destroy us!"
Micha zoomed in onto the trainer's face, which was acknowledged with a grim look.
"And one more thing: the reason why I'm not constantly being hunted is that I keep covering my tracks, which includes that I don't allow people to film or take pictures of me and even less put them on the internet like all those stupid slayers whose faces every single vampire in the world knows by now! Turn it off immediately!" he ordered in a harsh tone, anger flashing in his brown eyes. Micha turned the camera off. "Now give me that chip-card!" Christopher bellowed. Micha removed the card and handed it over to the trainer who immediately broke it and put the pieces in his pocket. "Don't film me again!" he ordered. "Now show me what weapons you have."
While the trainees went to pick up the swords they had purchased, Ingo sneakily turned on the tiny camera that was build into his laptop and was barely visible. It would film the whole event from there on.