It was early in the morning in an undisclosed location somewhere in the United Kingdom. It was so early, in fact, that the sun was only peeking over the horizon after an hour of all those who had arrived here standing around. Most of them were young men, with a few young women keeping mostly to together in the crowd, and all of them were dressed in their best monster hunting outfits. The lines were long as each and every one of them had to have their belongings and person searched before they may board one of the trucks. Once they were deemed clear of weaponry and contraband, they were ushered inside to wait for even more to come. They waited and waited for hours, excitedly talking about what was to come with childlike glee.

"I can't believe it!" one guy said, giggling like a schoolboy. "I can't believe this is real! Somebody pinch me!"

"Pinch me, first! What do you think it's gonna be like?" replied another.

"Well, it's boot camp, so it's probably gonna be brutal. Especially since we're not hunting regular people." spoke a third. "We're gonna have to steel ourselves, because we're becoming actual soldiers."

"Yeah. They're gonna tell us all about stuff we already know, I bet!"

"You really think you know everything? What about how to use a gun?"

"What's so hard about that? Just aim it and shoot!"

"You're a fucking idiot."

"Yeah, the instructor is gonna kill you."

"Can you believe they took away our weapons, though?"

"Yes."

"Yes."

"Yes, very easily."

Once a truck was full, it drove to yet another undisclosed location in the UK that was in fact the location of the HELLSING Organisation training camp. When they finally parked, that is when all hell began to break loose. Immediately, a man in a military uniform swung open the door and started screaming at the group, startling them. None of them had expected things to move so quickly and were somewhat shocked at the shouting, despite expecting that there was going to be a lot of it.

"Get out!" the man roared. "Get out, get out, get out, get out! We haven't got all day! Move!"

They were ushered toward others who shouted at them in a similar fashion in order to direct them where to go. Yet another line was formed in order for each recruit to pick up their temporary I.D. cards and to get their uniforms and other necessities. Every direction and every instruction was shouted at the group, placing them all on edge and instilling the sense that all of this was real bit by bit. Eventually, the men and women were separated to separate parts of the camp blocked off by tall fences and both were ushered out into their respective yards.

In this particular yard, a group of men ranging from ages seventeen to thirty were all standing in a group facing the entrance as they waited for further instruction. Clumsily, they balanced their belongings in their arms and tried not to drop them, but many of them were already growing tired from the weight. They wondered what was going to happen to them and whether or not they were actually cut out to do this. As more time passed, some even became afraid as they were watched by the careful eyes of the officers waiting with them. Secret organisations are traditionally considered to be bad things and the group was starting to consider the possibility that this was too good to be true. Maybe they weren't going to be heroes. Maybe they were going to die, here.

Suddenly, the doors opened, startling them. A few even jumped. Through them stepped a rather imposing looking man in a much nicer uniform than most of the others. His hair was an odd, blueish black hue and was slicked back on his left side. His ears were pierced and he wore an eyepatch, which was concerning, although slightly less concerning than the riding crop that squeaked in his leather gloves. The man practically glided, walking steadily with a confident swagger that gave off an almost oppressive flair. Finally, he came to a stop in front of the group and although he was right there in front of them, it seemed as though there was an invisible barrier between them.

"Good morning, gentlemen." he greeted. His voice was loud so that he could be heard by everyone, although he didn't yell. "Welcome to orientation day. Sadly, there will be no party. No festivities. Only a few moments to get you settled before we get started."

Slowly, he walked back and forth as he spoke, like an animal pacing prey. "My name is Sir Phantomhive. You may refer to me as 'sir.' Is that understood?"

"Sir, yes, sir!" a few of the men shouted in reply.

"I asked you all a question, cadets!" Ciel roared.

"Sir, yes, sir!" the others all shouted in return.

"What was that?! There's cockroaches with bigger voices than you!"

"Sir, yes sir!"

"Right!" the bluenette continued. "Over there is the barracks will you be staying. On my mark, you are to go and pick out the bed you will be staying in for the duration of your stay here. Everything you need should be in your arms right now. If you drop it, you will clean it yourself. If you break it, you will replace it with your own funds. Am I understood?"

"Sir, yes sir!"

"Well, what are you doing, standing around for looking like a bunch of idiots for?! Stop breathing out your mouths and get on with it!"

With that, the group started running. Sure enough, things were dropped and mugs were smashed on the way over. All the while, Ciel and the other officers shouted at them for it while following after them. Once they were there, most of them tossed their belongings on the mattress, along with their blankets, pillow, and sheets, before trying to untangle everything out of them and put it into their locker. Meanwhile, Ciel walked into the room and watched them carefully, cataloging every single mistake they made.

"Stop!" he shouted, prompting most of them to freeze. A few didn't, however, immediately inviting Ciel's wrath. He closed the gap between himself and the offending group before anyone could blink and pounced.

"I gave you an order, why aren't you stopping?" he demanded, prompting the recruit to stare at him, wide-eyed.

"We're supposed to put our stuff away." the cadet answered.

"I told you to stop! Why do you feel as though you can simply ignore the instruction of an officer?" Ciel inquired, staring directly into the other man's eyes. The poor cadet couldn't withstand the intensity of his gaze and looked away. "Are you too good to listen to me? Are you an expert at hunting monsters?"

"I'm a paranormal expert."

"A what?"

"A paranormal expert."

"Really? And pray tell, how did you become a paranormal expert, mister…?"

"Young. I'm Wallace Young." the man answered. "I've studied the paranormal for years, so I'm pretty knowledgable-"

"With what data?" Ciel interrupted.

"What?"

"Where did you get the data in your research?" the demon questioned further. "It had to come from somewhere, so where did it come from?"

"I researched it online, and-"

"Oh! On the internet! I see! I didn't know they handed out degrees as the University of 'Paranormal' on the internet!" With that, Ciel's mocking tone abruptly shifted and he got right in Wallace's face. "Listen, cadet, this organisation has studied real supernatural beings since before you were a twinkle in the eye of your father before he married his favourite sheep. Are you suggesting that information found in a laboratory by actual researchers is the same as the drivel some horror-film-loving basement-dweller vomits onto his blog?"

Ciel spoke coldly as if this poor man was lower than the lowest of vermin, frightening him silly. The Watchdog waited for a response, but had scared the cadet into silence. That wouldn't do at all, however. Thus, Ciel was going to have to come up with a plan.

"Well?" the demon asked. "Do you? Sorry, can you actually understand what I'm saying, or has that pebble between your ears finally given out?"

"No, sir..."

"Pardon?"

"Sir, no sir!" the cadet shouted.

"'Sir, no sir' what, exactly?"

"I'm not a qualified expert, sir!" Mister young answered.

"That is why you're in the amateur class, boy." Ciel said before turning to the others. "That is why all of you are in the amateur class! You know nothing! I want you to forget absolutely everything you know about supernatural beings, because chances are, you are wrong! Do I even need to tell you what happens when you don't know anything about the supernatural you are hunting?"

Quickly, he whipped around and turned to a random person in the group. "You! What's your name?"

"Ryan Braunfeld, sir."

"What do you think happens when you don't have accurate information about what you're trying to kill?" Ciel asked.

"You… You die." Mister Braunfeld said while looking down.

"Precisely! Who here can tell me what happens when you are bitten by a vampire? Anyone?"

"You turn into one!" called out a confident voice.

"Under what conditions?" the Watchdog asked further, only to be met with silence. "In order to become a vampire, you must be bitten by a vampire of the opposite sex. If not, you become something else entirely. Something even worse. We will cover all of this in due time, but please, no more pretending your experts. Do as I say, and you might last through your first mission."

With that, the room was now dead quiet. This wasn't a fun adventure anymore. Some questioned their knowledge of the supernatural, while others doubled down, at least internally. The latter would be broken down in due time, or they would die very quickly and have no one to blame but themselves.

"Now! Before you all finish up, here, there are a few things that you would like to know." the Phantomhive finally continued, getting things back on task. "You will make your bed each and every morning while here. Your boots will be polished, as will your belt, and your utensils will be spotless. You will maintain the utmost level of personal hygiene or you will suffer the consequences. We don't train pigs, here. We train humans. Live like humans. When we inspect the barracks, if we find that there are pigs living here, you will be punished. Am I understood?"

"Sir, yes sir!" shouted the poor cadets in response, although not quite understanding yet why this was important.

"Excellent!" Ciel declared. "Once your bed is made and your belongings are put away, you will make your way to the building with the red roof on it at the end of the square. If you are not done within fifteen minutes, expect consequences."

"Sir, yes sir!"

"Get to work." the demon gave as his final instruction to the group until the next time they meet. Everyone else resumed putting their things away, although this time, with a greater sense of urgency.

People were frantically making their beds for the first time in their lives while others scrambled to put away their belongings in a semi-neat fashion. They were afraid of what was going to happen if they didn't have everything together and presentable, even if it the possibility of an inspection was nowhere near this time. They didn't want to risk it.

That said, even through the confusion and fear, there was a moment of peace. Out of nowhere, one man chuckled while making his bed. Soon, it turned into laughter, causing a few of those near him to wonder if he had snapped already.

"What's with you?" one man questioned.

"Nothing." the laughing man replied. "It's just… He called Wallace's dad a sheep-fucker." he chuckled, causing the cadet in question to turn his head.

"Shut the fuck up, Bryce!" Wallace snapped. "You won't be laughing when he gets you next!"

"He won't get me if I don't fuck up." Bryce replied. "As long as I do what I'm supposed to and don't be stupid, I'll be right as rain."

"Yeah, as if 'Not-nice Bryce' can keep his bloody mouth shut for five minutes." another man scoffed.

"Watch me. I'll be his favourite by the end of the week. All I have to do is be better than all you nitwits and that isn't really hard."

"What are you gonna do short of sucking his dick?"

"Don't think that would work." said Bryce. "A guy that well-put together's probably got better standards. Clancy might be pretty enough, though."

"Leave me out of this." spoke Clancy while putting away a pair of underwear. "I want no part of this."

"Do you think Sir Phantom-whatever is really a poof?" inquired Wallace.

"Nah. He's too butch." Ryan Braumfeld shook. "Did you see that eyepatch? How do you think he got that?"

"By being an arrogant prick." Mister Wallace Young answered. "That whole speech he made? Probably projecting."

"Sure it was, mister 'expert'." Bryce snickered.

"Hey! I know all about this shit! I've been learning about it for years! They might know some stuff, but the stuff that people always talk about? It's probably true! Why do you think it's stuck around so long?"

"Personally, I can't wait to get started." yet another cadet stated, posing like he was aiming a gun. "Just imagine! Being out there, saving the world from undead fuckers… It'll be great."

"Carl, why does it seem like you've got a serious hard-on for guns and shit?"

"I mean, why don't you guys? This is the thing we've all been dreaming about forever!" Carl declared, standing on his bed. "We've always known this stuff was true, but everybody else is too fucking stupid to see it! Everybody who rejected us and called us geeks? This is proof that they were wrong and we're smarter than them! Forget playing in the backyard with fake-ass katanas and shit… This is real! We're really doing this! Isn't that awesome?!"

He was met with multiple sounds and utterances of agreement. This really was what they wanted. They've daydreamed about this and doodled anti-zombie gear designs in their notebooks for ages. Finally, they were getting somewhere. At long last, their dream was going to come true. For that dream, they believed that no amount of abuse was too much. They would grit their teeth and endure. They could lash out later on a group of vampires when they were full-fledged operatives.

All of their dreams were coming true all at once. No longer, were they a group of friends and like-minded folks who got drunk while monster hunting in the woods. Now they were soldiers and welcomed whatever was next with open arms. Part of their haste in getting ready was from fear and the rest was excitement for what was to come next.


A/N: I still have a lot to research a lot of shit before I can finish this arc... It's gonna be a long ride...

I have to do school stuff, so the next chapters might be spaced out farther than usual. It is what it is. I'm still gonna write on this when I'm taking breaks, though. I just won't be taking as many.

Ah... Let's see... What else...

Two in one day, huh? Not bad, is it? Don't ever expect that kind of frequency. Don't EVER expect it. It's just a pleasant surprise that happens on occasion and that's it.

In reality, I need to be writing an essay, but I don't want to. Now it's 1 in the morning and I want to go to bed. BUT! I must read about serial fiction in the united states of AMERICA.

Penny dreadfuls don't count, I'm afraid. So sad. So sad. :,(

I have no idea what I'm doing.

Until the next chapter, my duckies~!