The Interview
Chap. III
Bodyguard Boot Camp
The Journal of Kevin Chin September 23, 2006 - 7:02 AM
Admittedly, I have never really been much of a morning person, but I manage somehow. Lt. Victoria surprised me this morning by having breakfast with me. Actually, she surprised me in two ways. First, when I first ran into her in Oxford, I didn't think she was the type for action, much less hunting the undead. Secondly, I find that she is my direct superior! She tells me not to worry and hands me the schedule that Walter mentioned last night. Great; I get to play 'Stick the Intern' with Sir 'Stiff' Hellsing in a half hour and lunch break isn't until after two in the afternoon. Well, I guess I should have remembered the phrase 'you pay for what you get', although my 'payments' are going to be in physical discomfort, I can tell.
2:07 PM
I didn't think she would teach me fencing! I am certainly no fighter and even I know that a fencing foil is close to useless on the battlefield, especially the modern battlefield. As I write this, I am also trying to eat a PB&J sandwich and hold an icepack to my cheek where Sir Hellsing swatted me with her foil. THAT HURT, DANGIT!! Anyways, I can hear that arrogant prick Pip laughing his head off at me from Sir Hellsing's office; I had the distinct displeasure of meeting him earlier. I can also swear that I can hear another laugh with Pip's, a low sinister laugh that puts me on edge. Must be that 'prime operative' Walter mentioned. I don't care who this guy is; I just want him to leave me alone. I look down at my schedule again; oh joy, History of the Undead and Vampirism. Personally, I don't like to stick it (pardon the pun) to the undead just because they are 'unholy', or so says the Church. I seriously feel like the odd one out in this Institution, especially since everyone else is Christian. Well, at least no-one is Muslim.
4:38 PM
I usually dislike history lessons. I suppose I relatively enjoyed this one because the main subject was vampires and other children of the night. At least Seras was there; that made me feel somewhat better. There are still tests, though. Ugh. Well, I guess I shouldn't complain; I could be taking a class in musical history. I'd be out like a light. Anyway, I get out of the lesion and now I get to meet this 'prime operative' I keep hearing about. Seras keeps saying something about her 'Master'; I'm not really sure I want to know. But she can read people well enough I suppose; if she had been nervous about me meeting this 'operative' then I'd be a bit more hesitant. I am being led down deep beneath the basement of the manor into what looks like some dungeon or safe house. Sir Hellsing keeps muttering something about an "annoying undead prick". Needless, I'm a little unsettled. [I agree, young one; it's about time we met.] I must have jumped three feet in the air at that, because Sir Hellsing gave me her 'Evil Eye', or at least that's what Seras calls it. She says that she wouldn't even look at me if she wasn't pleased with me. Whatever. Anyways, we finally get to a door with an inverted pentagram that looks like Jackson Pollock used fresh blood to paint it. Sir Hellsing opened the door and entered the room, which held little more than a coffin at the far end. A coffin? Wait a sec; coffin, Hellsing? I've read Bram Stoker's Dracula before, and wasn't Dr. Abraham Van Hellsing in said novel. That same voice can be heard from the far side of the room. "Well met, young American." I must have passed out or something because I woke up in my room, which is where I'm signing off for today. If I get through this, I'm gonna need a hell of a shrink.
Chap. III
Bodyguard Boot Camp
The Journal of Kevin Chin September 23, 2006 - 7:02 AM
Admittedly, I have never really been much of a morning person, but I manage somehow. Lt. Victoria surprised me this morning by having breakfast with me. Actually, she surprised me in two ways. First, when I first ran into her in Oxford, I didn't think she was the type for action, much less hunting the undead. Secondly, I find that she is my direct superior! She tells me not to worry and hands me the schedule that Walter mentioned last night. Great; I get to play 'Stick the Intern' with Sir 'Stiff' Hellsing in a half hour and lunch break isn't until after two in the afternoon. Well, I guess I should have remembered the phrase 'you pay for what you get', although my 'payments' are going to be in physical discomfort, I can tell.
2:07 PM
I didn't think she would teach me fencing! I am certainly no fighter and even I know that a fencing foil is close to useless on the battlefield, especially the modern battlefield. As I write this, I am also trying to eat a PB&J sandwich and hold an icepack to my cheek where Sir Hellsing swatted me with her foil. THAT HURT, DANGIT!! Anyways, I can hear that arrogant prick Pip laughing his head off at me from Sir Hellsing's office; I had the distinct displeasure of meeting him earlier. I can also swear that I can hear another laugh with Pip's, a low sinister laugh that puts me on edge. Must be that 'prime operative' Walter mentioned. I don't care who this guy is; I just want him to leave me alone. I look down at my schedule again; oh joy, History of the Undead and Vampirism. Personally, I don't like to stick it (pardon the pun) to the undead just because they are 'unholy', or so says the Church. I seriously feel like the odd one out in this Institution, especially since everyone else is Christian. Well, at least no-one is Muslim.
4:38 PM
I usually dislike history lessons. I suppose I relatively enjoyed this one because the main subject was vampires and other children of the night. At least Seras was there; that made me feel somewhat better. There are still tests, though. Ugh. Well, I guess I shouldn't complain; I could be taking a class in musical history. I'd be out like a light. Anyway, I get out of the lesion and now I get to meet this 'prime operative' I keep hearing about. Seras keeps saying something about her 'Master'; I'm not really sure I want to know. But she can read people well enough I suppose; if she had been nervous about me meeting this 'operative' then I'd be a bit more hesitant. I am being led down deep beneath the basement of the manor into what looks like some dungeon or safe house. Sir Hellsing keeps muttering something about an "annoying undead prick". Needless, I'm a little unsettled. [I agree, young one; it's about time we met.] I must have jumped three feet in the air at that, because Sir Hellsing gave me her 'Evil Eye', or at least that's what Seras calls it. She says that she wouldn't even look at me if she wasn't pleased with me. Whatever. Anyways, we finally get to a door with an inverted pentagram that looks like Jackson Pollock used fresh blood to paint it. Sir Hellsing opened the door and entered the room, which held little more than a coffin at the far end. A coffin? Wait a sec; coffin, Hellsing? I've read Bram Stoker's Dracula before, and wasn't Dr. Abraham Van Hellsing in said novel. That same voice can be heard from the far side of the room. "Well met, young American." I must have passed out or something because I woke up in my room, which is where I'm signing off for today. If I get through this, I'm gonna need a hell of a shrink.