Wednesday, 17th of October, 1985.

The past ten years has been kind to me. Too kind. There were still the occasional missions that the Major had given me, most of them being capturing specimens for experiments for the Doctor using various plans you use to attract people's attention, and they're most certainly happy about it.

I was, however, still a private. In fact, nowadays, they—the damned Nazis— simply forgo calling me by my name, and by Private instead. It was both disturbing and funny in a way. Like watching that choking puppy drowning in its own blood after it received a boot to the side.

In a way, I suppose being a private is kind of a blessing. I mean, technically, I was counted as one of the Lieutenants, but in rank, the other soldiers could still order me around like their little pet bitch. But for the uninformed however... well, I would be quite a surprise. Especially for that little shit Alhambra.

I'd learned both German and Spanish, simply out of necessity rather than curiosity, really. Just like having a concert in a 'rented' studio for free to get more specimens. I think the Major was both amused and slightly impressed with my plans of gathering specimens for the 'kind' Doctor.

Then again, he could probably take my money from my Swiss account without me ever noticing it for all I know.

Oh, and playing violin. When you live in a place where the only thing you can do that won't affect the chance of you living is too stay inside the base, unless told otherwise. Well, it's kinda obligatory to learn something new.

Then there's meeting with the other high members of the Millennia. The first member I met was, of course, Rip Van Winkle. She's a nice girl, insane, but mad nonetheless. And she's actually fun to converse with, if you play every song she requested. Mostly operas.

()_()_()

Beautiful notes of pianos rang in the somber room as my fingers danced through the grand piano's notes, playing a true Alternative rock classic, namelyBohemian Rhapsody. Briefly, as I began the exciting part of the music, I wondered if Queen was even real in here.

I made a small mental note to check it out later.

Shaking my head, I dropped my musings as I thrust myself fully into my playing the song; an excited grin touched my face like a sex crazed priest as the music picked up its pace. The quick, energizing notes, the—

The door of the room slammed open.

I yelped, jumping up at my sit as I messed up the pace and music, falling to the ground in complete surprise and shock. I put a hand over my heart, trying to calm its fastening beating. Turning over, I shifted my gaze to the source of my disruptor so that I could— I blinked.

It was Rip Van Winkle; childish grin plastered on her face as her blue eyes widened like saucers; excitement dancing inside them as she stared at me like a toy you always wanted, but your parents won't buy it for you for various bullshit reasons.

We stared at each other; one with excitement and one with utter surprise and befuddlement. It was hella awkward. It was like hearing your father telling you to bend over, or he'll pull the whip with a mad grin on his face, only to discover that he was joking after you kicked him in the nuts.

It was that sort of awkward, with me being the son, and her being the father. Only this time, I won't be kicking anyone anytime soon.

After a long and awkward stare off, she finally decided to kill the thing called silence and began to clap her hands. "That was beautiful!" she cheered, twisting her musket like an acrobat. "Can you do other songs?"

I blinked in surprise, before numbly nodding myself, noting that I was lighter than I should have, considering the amount of weapons I stored. Probably need to store more.

She nodded. "Good. That's good. Does that mean you can do an Opera?" she didn't wait an answer as she answered the question herself. "Try doing one." She said, before twirling around and took a sit in one of the conveniently placed chair.

"Right," I answered dryly, regaining my composure as I sat back on the chair, thinking the only opera song I remembered how to play. Or at least I think it was an opera. Cracking my fingers, I nodded my head in resolutement. Thus was how I began playing O, Cara Mia Addio, from the lovely Portal, in the universe of Hellsing.

I briefly wondered the advantages of storing Neurotoxins, gas, into my dimensional pocket, before I quickly dismissed it. Too many disadvantages, and I doubt it'd even damage Alucard.

Okay, I'm going to level with you guys. Playing an opera with a piano bad, like ugly bad. There just isn't that feeling of emotion, and it would probably be better if I played it with a pipe organ, not that there was any. But I think the catchy tune helped as Winkle began to hum along with it.

That or she simply didn't care at all.

I was sure that she won't shoot me if I didn't do as she pleased. Or at least, she won't do it in the base, where everyone was watching, but I'm sure she would if we were sent for an assignment. Sure she won't outright kill me, but well... this is Hellsing we're talking about.

Every beings involved in the supernatural has their own brand of madness. And probably, in my short weeks of fitting in the Hellsing universe, I already have one of my own.

My only audience clapped her hands as I finished the music, grinning in excitement in what I thought was having a personal pianist to accompany her singings. That would be both terrifying and amusing at the same time.

And it was verily possible, considering I could just store the damn piano and made it portable.

She cheered something in Germany, something I didn't explain, but I could understand the meaning behind her tone. Unless she was saying that she was going to kill me for the godawful play. Thankfully, she wasn't going to after she ordered, "Stay here." Before dashing away from the room leaving me to wait.

A quick minute later, she was back in the room, handing me stacks of music sheets. "Here," she said, grinning ear to ear. "I want you to play this," she pointed at the top of the stack. "And this," she took a sheet from the middle of the stack. "And this!" she took another sheet at the bottom of the stack. "And then learn them all! Verstanden?"

Numbly, I nodded my head, lifting the stack of musical sheets from her hands. "Yes, miss,"

She laughed, waving her finger at me. "Nein. You can call me Lieutenant Rip Van Winkle, or simply Van Winkle. Well then," she looked at the wall clock on the wall. "It's time for another assignment by the Major," then she gave me a look bordering of madness and glee. "And I hope you take this seriously, Private!"

I nodded, exasperated at my new title. "Yes, Lieutenant,"

She nodded to herself, satisfied, before leaving me alone in the room with my newest side-assignment. If this was an RPG, this would probably a side quest. Unfortunately, it wasn't and I began to play the musical sheets at the ones she told me to play.

()_()_()

Then there's meeting with that Brazilian guy, Alhambra, whom I quickly avoided. I don't like him at all in the series, and I had no doubt that he was going to get me killed anyway. We merely exchanged greetings, with him ignoring mine like a smug dick.

It made me wonder how he was in Millennium in the first place. I mean, I doubt he's in it for the cause, and I highly doubt he's that loyal to the Major, and the only thing I could figure out why he was here to begin with was Power and the only thing from escaping the Millennium is that chip hidden somewhere in his body.

Granted, I can't have any say in it, what with me not fully loyal to the cause to begin with. And I think the Major knew about it, using me as a pawn in the larger part of the game. I won't even doubt that he's going to use me as bait for Alucard in exchange of Rip Van Winkle.

Then there's the single meeting with Blitz. We only met, she gave me a toothy grin, and I returned with a shudder and a nod.

That was pretty much my interaction with the other high figures of the Millennium's. I'd often take my time playing with my power, showering the wall with weapons in the training room, and practicing my skill in throwing various kinds of weapons.

But I'm rambling. So where was I? Oh, right, too kind. The universe was being too kind to me, and I couldn't help but to feel that paranoia and sense of forebodingness that something was going to be utterly wrong.

It's like that feeling you get when you're walking down a street, before suddenly realizing that everything could kill you. From a single slip, and a hit to the head by concrete; that construction platforms fall onto you; that drunkenly driving car, before suddenly BAM! You're dead, shot by an attention grabbing arse.

Of course, it was only moments after my musings before the universe decided slap my cheek with a whip before bending me over to do unpleasant things to me, by using Schrodinger as he popped into my room, the familiar cat like grin on his face. "The Major has a special mission for you," he informed cheerfully.

I let my head fall into my hands, letting out a bitter laugh as Schrodinger tilted his head in confusion. "Oh, don't mind me, boy-o," I answered, standing up from my chair; a grin on my face as I turned to the cat boy. "Let's carry on, then. Don't want to let the good Major to wait, eh?"

()_()_()

I stood in the middle of the room, the same usual room I would receive my assignments. Missions. I'd been here for a lot of times, more than I'd like, and if I was someone who can't simply move on, or a standard Broody McEdgy Angsterly, then I would've killed myself, or sulk in the corner, or broke myself into an irreparable state whence the Doctor would 'fix' me into some murder machine.

Luckily, I was not, am not, and will never be.

As by the normal, the Major sat on his majestic armchair. On his right was the forever vigilant and silent, Captain, while on his left was the Violator of mine body, brother of the Penetrator, the Doctor. And of course, let's not forget about the why-boner inducing cat boy, Schrodinger sitting on the table, swinging his feet like a fatherless child.

"So, Major," I began, leaning slightly on my right leg. "What is this special mission you're going to give me? I sure hope it's not some suicide mission, yes?"

The Major chuckled at that, his grin widening ever so slightly. "Well, Private, it's very nice for you to come here. Would you like a cup of coffee?" he offered.

I shook my head, a crooked grin on my face as a bottle of warm coffee, Schrodingertm, appeared on my hand. "No need, Major," I said, taking a gulp of the sweet, heavenly coffee, before I stored it back to my storage. "Now, let's not talk about this... special mission,"

The fat man grinned, nodding his head slightly. "Let's talk about that, indeed. Schrodinger." He snapped his fingers, and almost immediately, a file in brown envelope was shoved to me by the everly great Schrodinger, who gave me a wink, before popping back to swinging his feet on the table like a sad orphan.

"That file contains all the information you will need for the assignment," he said, giving me a tilt of his head. "But to make things short; we suspect that there's a True Vampire in a small town, Gimlet, in a little abandoned spot of Ireland. I want you to, dead or alive, collect the True Vampire here,"

I sighed in annoyance, scratching my neck. "And why is it me, and not everybody else? I mean, there's always that Brazilian guy, right? He seems to be always standing around like an autistic idiot,"

For some reason, I already knew what the Major was going to say.

The Major, Schrodinger, and even the Doctor's smirk widened. "Because, Private, you are simply the perfect candidate gathering specimens, Private,"

I sighed in annoyance as the three of Nazis burst into a bunch of giggling fools, especially the little prick of a catboy. I let out another sigh of annoyance, turning around and excused myself out of the room, and into my room.

Unsurprisingly, when I arrived at my room, there was a flying ticket to Ireland by the desk, departing at night- tonight. Another five hours to go to the Airport. "Well now," I stated, staring tiredly at my wardrobe. "Let's get packed, Private,"