Laundering and Dickens

[Dafna536]

Диплом меня убивает. Сижу с красными глазами и температурой, пялюсь в экран и ненавижу экономику всей душой. У меня аллергия на занятие бесполезными вещами. Диплом очевидно относится к ним. Через неделю защита. Если это не пи...ц, то скажите мне тогда, что ....
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The Laundering

-As you wish, My Master, - Alucard bowed and phased into the study wall.
Captain Pickmen, the newcomer, who recently been given an assignment in the Hellsing organization and had arrived to the office for his first briefing, swallowed hard and mumbled: «Holy virgin!»
-Yes,- Lady Hellsing gave a short nod, mockery playing within her eyes. – Get used, Pickman. This is our staff vampire and his marvelous supernatural abilities, he will demonstrate to you with particular importunity, as you are newbie…. Damn it!!!
At first Pickmen couldn’t understand what enraged his commander, then, following her gaze, he saw a big stain on the wall right in the place where Alucard walked in. He came closer, and discovered that the stain was not a stain but a mysterious printing, perfectly shaping the silhouette of the higher vampire.
-Damn! - Integra said again with hatred, approximating to the wall and eyeing the printing. – I’m sick with it.
-What is it, Lady Integra? –captain asked, intrigued.
-This is, - Integra answered restrained anger in her voice, - the way our vampire does the laundering! He dissociates into smallest particles and phases through the wall, but all the stuff, accumulated on his garments: blood, dirt, dust , gunpowder etc., stays on the wall .
- Oh.. – Pikmen said. He wanted to say something else but never managed. The impression was too strong.
-What’s the matter if maids consider it’s a dark omen and quit in two weeks, - Integra kept on. – Big deal, he walked through Rembrand’s original that way last month….Our staff vampire is always in order, neat and tidy….You wanted to say something, Pikmen?
-But it’s amasing, Lady Integra! – Pikmen exclaimed. – He never has a need to wash his clothes? Even the socks…
There was a delight in his voice. The Vampirism phenomenon revealed a new side to him.
Integra fixed her gaze on him:
-And looking at you, Pikmen, - she said stiffly, - I would never say you’re a sloven.
Her words got Pikmen’s nerve:
- I’m not a sloven, Lady Integra! – He raised his chin proudly. –I’m a man!


Dickens

- Hey,Oliver…
- My name is Pip, Lord Alucard.
- ..Pip, be careful. I sense a vampire here.
The top place within Pip’s personal Things-I-hate-most hit-parade belonged completely to Charles Dickens. His parents shared the second place. It wasn’t quite logical, because the conjoints Bernadotte, and not Dickens at all, were the ones, whoes affection for the novel “Great Expectations” had cast a shade upon their son’s life. It wasn’t exactly Dickens’s fault, that Pip’s classmates had chosen his name to be an object of mockeries and taunts. The day, when nineteenth century literature came in their school syllabus was meant to be the darkest day in Bernadotte’s life. Nevertheless Bernadotte was a good son and preferred to blame long ago dead classic writer for trials and tribulations of his childhood.
- David!
- My name is Pip, Lord Alucard.
- Oh..yes, Pip. Check the side street.
The hatred deadened with the lapse of time, mostly because of the fact that Bernadotte had grown up into a hardened strong mercenary, and there were few people who dared to taunt him. And there were few people within his circle of acquaintance, who’ve read “Great expectations”. He started to think that the name curse hadn’t hang over him anymore. He’d been under this comforting delusion until this evening.
- Mmm….Scrooge…
- My name is Pip!
- Sure. I forgot.
Because for some reasons Lady Hellsing dispatched him for the raid with Alucard this evening. Mercenary was puzzled with the sympathetic expression of Walter’s face, while butler was transmitting the orders to him. He was a little bit disturbed the way one of the Hellsing vets shook his hand and patted him on the shoulder. But the most unpleasant and suspicious thing was that Victoria suddenly put him into a strong suffocating embrace, brushed away a bloody tear and asked him to be very very careful and do not stand in the line of Alucard’s shooting. “ Master used to go for raids with me lately and he might forget accidentally that you can not regenerate..Anyway remember: it’s not out of spite, just of absent-mindedness”
Those dark omens made him feel uneasy, there was a suspicion, that proved itself later: Alucard definitely has read “Great expectations”, moreover, judging by the number of character ‘s names, he’s already voiced, Alucard has read a lot of Charles Dickens’s novels. And worst of all Alucard was in a cheerful mood.
- Fagin..
Bernadotte stopped. Alucard stopped as well. Mercenary identified the expression of vampire's face as temporizing.
- I’m not Fagin, Lord Alucard, - he uttered quietly.
-Oh,- Alucard said with a surprise on his face. – Eem…Monks?
Bernadotte was often teased in childhood by children twice or trice of his size, but, no matter how much stronger was an opponent, Pip had never allowed himself to stay cowardly silent.
"He’ll kill me, - he thought bluntly, - would say I was standing in a wrong side..” But sometimes honour is more valuable then life.
-My name is Pip! – he roared standing on the tiptoe to be face to face with the vampire - Put that in your pipe and smoke it! Pip Bernadotte, you, damn bloodsucker! Got it?
He stepped aside waiting for an instant death.
Alucard wiped his glasses, which were spat with enraged mercenary's saliva .
- Yes, exactly, - he said and grinned with his courteous shark smile. – Pip, of course. I kept in mind it was something from Dickens…So your name is Pip. Yes. The boy with great expactations, from rags to riches.. Good name. Now I’ll memorize it for sure. Let’s go, Pip. Daily plan should be fulfilled.
He began to walk leisurely, Pip’s thoughtful gaze following his back.
Dickens has collapsed from the pedestal of Pip’s personal hatred hit-parade with thunder, leaving the leadership position for the more ancient deadman.