The Interview
Chap. II
The New Digs
Author's Note: I may be switching back and forth between a Journal format and a Narrative format.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Hellsing, or anything related to Hellsing.
September 22nd was proving to be an interesting day for one Kevin Chin. He had retuned to the dorm only to find that he had been evicted for a fourth time and that he was to move out by noon. As soon as he woke up, he had left to rent a cart. By the time had had returned, all of his belongings were gone, with a note on the door saying that they had been relocated to the Hellsing Manor and that he was employed as of midnight the previous night. Shrugging and sighing, he left to return the cart and pay the rental fee, which left him with an empty wallet. 'Oh well,' he thought. 'I might as well report in. At least it's sunny today.'
It took an hour to walk to the Hellsing Manor, with Kevin going at a leisurely pace, admiring the various examples of Old-World architecture and public monuments along the way. Finally reaching the gate, he checked in with the sentry and entered through the gates and walked up the long driveway. 'If only I could afford Underground tickets,' he thought to himself, minding his sore legs and feet. Then a sound came from his midsection. 'Screw that. I wish I could afford something to eat.' [I'm sure you could afford to give a meal, young one.] "Wha? Who's there?" His eye became wide as the echo of the voice reverberated through his mind. "H-Hello? Is anyone there?"
In a large office, Sir Integra Wingates Hellsing scolded her servant. "Alucard, stop torturing your bodyguard," she said, putting emphasis on the 'your'. "I don't want an insane swordsman on my hands." [I am surprised that he hasn't made the connection yet, Master.] "Just because I happen to be of the Hellsing family doesn't mean he knows that he'll be working with a pair of vampires," she countered as the familiar crimson-clad figure exited from the shadows. "He'll have to get used to it, then." "Your near- spotless combat record and loyalty to this Institution notwithstanding," Integra said, not looking up from her paperwork, "I will not allow you to jeopardize young Victoria's future in this manner, considering that you still have yet to teach her the finer points of vampirism; she barely survived her last encounter with Father Anderson, or didn't you know that?" The No Life King's trademark smirk never left his face.
"Am I going crazy, Mr. Donne?" The aged butler looked at Kevin, who was well on the way to a nervous fit. "No. It was probably our prime operative having his fun again. And please, call me Walter." "Uh, sure Walter." Walter smiled as he led the 21-year-old down the long hallway. "Don't worry, lad. He spoke in your mind, didn't he?" "H-How did you know?" Kevin asked, still skittish. "He's done that with every guest or new member of Hellsing at some point. You'll get used to it, lad." "Oh, okay." They walked in silence until they reached their destination. "Here you are, lad," said Walter, opening the door. "Holy . . . it's a friggin' house!" "Actually," said Walter, "this is one of the smaller suites. I assume this suits your needs." "B-But how will I pay for this?" "Didn't you read the letter?" said Walter in an amused tone. "You would be provided with full room and board, with the only 'catch', as you Americans put it, is that you are to follow the schedule Sir Integra will give you. Don't worry lad, I believe in you." Then he took out a pocket watch. "Hmm. Look at the time. I must be going, Mr. Chin. If you require anything, just push this button," he said, pointing to the intercom. "Thank you, Walter. Oh, and one thing." "Yes?" "If I can call you Walter, can you just call me Kevin, or Kev?" Walter hesitated for a moment. "Of course, Kevin." "Thanks."
It was a little after six-thirty in the morning when one Seras Victoria wandered up the stairs. Despite being a vampire she still appreciated, if not preferred, a good meal that didn't involve fresh hemoglobin mixed with plasma and anticoagulants. A heavenly smell of pasta and Chinese cooking drew her onwards. As she neared the source of the smell, one of the smaller apartments on the third floor, she heard a loud 'thud' from behind the closed door, followed by a string of curses in English, German, French, and Japanese. Smiling to herself, she rapped on the door. An exasperated "Just a minute!" came as her answer. After a few more multilingual curses and another loud 'thump', the door opened to reveal a shock of mussed black hair framing a flushed Asian face; a face that lit up with surprise at his visitor. "Seras? What the heck are you doing here?" "Kev?" Victoria was apparently just as surprised. "You told me you couldn't cook." "W-Well, I can't." Seras inhaled deeply, ignoring the smell of shock and surprise coming off of the startled intern. "Then what is making that wonderful smell?" Kevin massaged the back of his neck. "Well, I'm just trying to make some breakfast. You want some?"
Another Author's Note: I'm kinda playing around with pairing ideas (STRAIGHT pairings, that is), and I'm really not sure how this will go. On another note, I haven't been hired to counter the crazy Paladin; I'm only supposed to be a defense against him, since firearms don't seem to be very effective against him. One final thing, I am confidant that dhampires (human/vampire halfbreeds for those out of the loop) will play a major role in the plot to come. Oh and yes, I DO know how to curse in German (many thanks to a certain redhead EVA pilot), Japanese, and French.
Chap. II
The New Digs
Author's Note: I may be switching back and forth between a Journal format and a Narrative format.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Hellsing, or anything related to Hellsing.
September 22nd was proving to be an interesting day for one Kevin Chin. He had retuned to the dorm only to find that he had been evicted for a fourth time and that he was to move out by noon. As soon as he woke up, he had left to rent a cart. By the time had had returned, all of his belongings were gone, with a note on the door saying that they had been relocated to the Hellsing Manor and that he was employed as of midnight the previous night. Shrugging and sighing, he left to return the cart and pay the rental fee, which left him with an empty wallet. 'Oh well,' he thought. 'I might as well report in. At least it's sunny today.'
It took an hour to walk to the Hellsing Manor, with Kevin going at a leisurely pace, admiring the various examples of Old-World architecture and public monuments along the way. Finally reaching the gate, he checked in with the sentry and entered through the gates and walked up the long driveway. 'If only I could afford Underground tickets,' he thought to himself, minding his sore legs and feet. Then a sound came from his midsection. 'Screw that. I wish I could afford something to eat.' [I'm sure you could afford to give a meal, young one.] "Wha? Who's there?" His eye became wide as the echo of the voice reverberated through his mind. "H-Hello? Is anyone there?"
In a large office, Sir Integra Wingates Hellsing scolded her servant. "Alucard, stop torturing your bodyguard," she said, putting emphasis on the 'your'. "I don't want an insane swordsman on my hands." [I am surprised that he hasn't made the connection yet, Master.] "Just because I happen to be of the Hellsing family doesn't mean he knows that he'll be working with a pair of vampires," she countered as the familiar crimson-clad figure exited from the shadows. "He'll have to get used to it, then." "Your near- spotless combat record and loyalty to this Institution notwithstanding," Integra said, not looking up from her paperwork, "I will not allow you to jeopardize young Victoria's future in this manner, considering that you still have yet to teach her the finer points of vampirism; she barely survived her last encounter with Father Anderson, or didn't you know that?" The No Life King's trademark smirk never left his face.
"Am I going crazy, Mr. Donne?" The aged butler looked at Kevin, who was well on the way to a nervous fit. "No. It was probably our prime operative having his fun again. And please, call me Walter." "Uh, sure Walter." Walter smiled as he led the 21-year-old down the long hallway. "Don't worry, lad. He spoke in your mind, didn't he?" "H-How did you know?" Kevin asked, still skittish. "He's done that with every guest or new member of Hellsing at some point. You'll get used to it, lad." "Oh, okay." They walked in silence until they reached their destination. "Here you are, lad," said Walter, opening the door. "Holy . . . it's a friggin' house!" "Actually," said Walter, "this is one of the smaller suites. I assume this suits your needs." "B-But how will I pay for this?" "Didn't you read the letter?" said Walter in an amused tone. "You would be provided with full room and board, with the only 'catch', as you Americans put it, is that you are to follow the schedule Sir Integra will give you. Don't worry lad, I believe in you." Then he took out a pocket watch. "Hmm. Look at the time. I must be going, Mr. Chin. If you require anything, just push this button," he said, pointing to the intercom. "Thank you, Walter. Oh, and one thing." "Yes?" "If I can call you Walter, can you just call me Kevin, or Kev?" Walter hesitated for a moment. "Of course, Kevin." "Thanks."
It was a little after six-thirty in the morning when one Seras Victoria wandered up the stairs. Despite being a vampire she still appreciated, if not preferred, a good meal that didn't involve fresh hemoglobin mixed with plasma and anticoagulants. A heavenly smell of pasta and Chinese cooking drew her onwards. As she neared the source of the smell, one of the smaller apartments on the third floor, she heard a loud 'thud' from behind the closed door, followed by a string of curses in English, German, French, and Japanese. Smiling to herself, she rapped on the door. An exasperated "Just a minute!" came as her answer. After a few more multilingual curses and another loud 'thump', the door opened to reveal a shock of mussed black hair framing a flushed Asian face; a face that lit up with surprise at his visitor. "Seras? What the heck are you doing here?" "Kev?" Victoria was apparently just as surprised. "You told me you couldn't cook." "W-Well, I can't." Seras inhaled deeply, ignoring the smell of shock and surprise coming off of the startled intern. "Then what is making that wonderful smell?" Kevin massaged the back of his neck. "Well, I'm just trying to make some breakfast. You want some?"
Another Author's Note: I'm kinda playing around with pairing ideas (STRAIGHT pairings, that is), and I'm really not sure how this will go. On another note, I haven't been hired to counter the crazy Paladin; I'm only supposed to be a defense against him, since firearms don't seem to be very effective against him. One final thing, I am confidant that dhampires (human/vampire halfbreeds for those out of the loop) will play a major role in the plot to come. Oh and yes, I DO know how to curse in German (many thanks to a certain redhead EVA pilot), Japanese, and French.