Breakfast was...fast. It was amazing how quickly some of the men could eat. I watched silently and wide-eyed as most of them forked down their meals as if the world was going to explode in the next hour.

I met up with Walter as he was giving Sir Integral her morning tea. I knew it wasn't very proper to be demanding, but it was just the way I was. After all, I didn't come from a manor, I came from a run-down apartment building in Scarborough.

"Do you have any computers for recreation around here? For playing games and stuff?" I asked, trying to sound as sweet as I could. Walter sighed.

"I'll ask Sir Integral if you can use one of hers." he answered.

"One of?" I wondered. "How many does she have?"

"Well, they're actually for the Hellsing agents, but she owns them." he corrected. I nodded. She must have had a lot of computers.

"I'll wait here, alright?" I smiled. Walter nodded and continued his butler-y business.

To my surprise, it only took a few minutes to get the computer, and nobody even got hurt. I stared at the computer screen as Walter started it up for me. It was an iMac. Just like mine at home, but the icons were in a different order and some things weren't there. I was lucky to find Safari in its usual spot.

"Thank you for everything so far." I said gratefully. Walter smiled.

"I'm a butler, it's what I do." I watched him leave, then continued to fiddle around.

"What are you doing?" Alucard's voice suddenly rang in my ear. I yelped and looked around, but he was nowhere to be seen. The room was completely empty, save for chairs and tables, and a few books here and there. I realized that my voice had actually echoed a bit.

"Was that telepathy?" I asked no one in particular.

"Yes, it was. You're smarter than I thought." Alucard answered. It took me a few seconds to understand the situation. Upon understanding, I did what any normal thirteen year old would do. I clenched my fists and beat them on my head.

"GET OUT OF MY MIND! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY BLOODY MIND!" I screamed. I heard Alucard chuckle.

"My, what a large vocabulary you have. Have you ever had your mouth washed with soap?" he mused. I gritted my teeth and huffed.

"I have a very large vocabulary, yes, and no, I have never put soap in my mouth. Will you get out of my head if I tell you what I'm doing?" I asked in my head.

"Oh, I already know what you're doing. I just wanted to bring up a subject." He reported. I screamed in frustration. He appeared suddenly behind me, making me jump.

"Hmmm...YouTube, huh?" he confirmed, looking at the screen over my shoulder. I wriggled away from him, but he moved closer. Then I remembered:

"Now, if Alucard gives you any trouble, just blow this whistle and I'll take care of it." Sir Integral had told me. I nodded and put the silver whistle in my mouth. Alucard looked nervous.

"Wh-what are you doing?" he asked. I blew the whistle until I lost my breath and almost passed out. Sir Integral didn't come running, but Alucard left quickly.

The only thing I heard for the rest of the day were gunshots and screaming, and they were coming from Sir Integral's office.

And that wasn't all.

The moment I walk out of the room, a man with an eye patch comes around and knocks me right down.

"Eh? Oh, excuse moi, miss. I was just-"

"Watch where you're going, French pig!" I yelled. So much for being a good guest. It was going to take me a while to get used to the people here. The man looked at me.

"I guess you're on Big Red's side, huh? Oh, well. You're too young for me." he murmured. I shuddered.

"Like I would even touch a man with an eye patch. It's sickening." I stated bluntly. The man gave me a look.

"Some words hurt, you know." he complained.

"I'll keep that in mind." I growled, walking away. God, I hadn't even caught his name and already he was on my hate list. Of course, I have a short temper.

At lunch, everyone was staring at me. I ate nothing, not hungry because of guilt and fear that Alucard might pop up at any moment. I just sat there looking at my empty place oat the table. The men however, ate just the same way they had at breakfast, and I assumed they would do the same for supper. Walter approached.

"Aren't you going to eat anything, Miss Myran?" He asked. I shook my head. There was something about Walter that made me feel like I'd known him for a long time, but I let it go and looked up at him.

"Can you just call me Rikki? I'm not really used to everyone being so formal, and I like my first name more than my last." I asked. Walter smiled.

"Of course. But I would feel much more at ease if you'd eat something. Maybe then I'll call you Rikki." I giggled.

"You're just like my grandfather!" I admitted. Walter sighed.

"You do seem familiar yourself. You remind me almost of Sir Integral when she was your age. That is, before her father died." he began.

"How did he die, if you don't mind me asking?" Walter looked around.

"He was an alcoholic." He whispered gruffly. My mouth made a perfect 'o'. It was only my second day here and I was learning more than I learned at school in a week.

"My father was an alcoholic, too...but I never really knew him. He died when I was just three years old..."

That night, I slept lightly, knowing that when I woke up, another day packed with learning and annoying French men waited for me.