• Author: Moth Gypsy
    Title: Unintended
    Rating: R
    Warnings: Spoilers? Language, violence, male/male themes.
    Disclaimer: Hellsing and it’s characters do not belong to me and I make no profit from any of this.
    Summary: The story we didn’t get of from when Walter and Alucard first met, up until the point where Alucard is sealed away. A/W.

    Title name is from the song “Unintended” by the band Muse. Listen to it. I wanted to write Girlycard/YoungWalter because there is so little of it u.u which makes me sad. I hope that in return the internets will give birth to moar girlycard goodness. This is my first attempt at writing anything Hellsing, so I hope I didn’t butcher it. I haven’t brushed up on the fandom in awhile, either, and I haven’t even read The Dawn. So. Forgive me. [/excuses] If you have your own Hellsing fics, or know any good ones, please tell me. We can swap :p


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    Unintended
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    [Summer set lip to earth’s bosom bare,
    And left the flushed print in a poppy there:
    Like a yawn of fire from the grass it came,
    And the fanning wind puffed it to flapping flame.]

    Walter rose from bed as the faintest traces of sunlight began to reach across the sky. He neatly folded the covers into place before moving to the adjacent washroom. Once cleaned and dressed, he walked silently down the halls of the Hellsing manor until he reached the kitchen.

    Inside a friendly face greeted him, the family cook, Mrs. Gourdon. She was a round and jovial woman, despite being widowed at the age of forty-seven.

    “Morning dear, you’re up early.” She said, turning to him and wiping her hands upon her apron.

    Walter nodded politely to her and snatched a piece of bread from the pantry, “I’m always up this early.”

    “Would you like some pancakes?”

    “I’m good,” he set the bread in the toaster and pushed the button down, “but thank you.” He could feel her frowning disapproval and anticipated her next words.

    “Are you sure? It wouldn’t be any problem. Just that’s not enough for a growing boy.”

    “It’s alright, really. Toast is fine.” Walter smiled in a way that he hoped was reassuring, but judging by the concerned expression upon Mrs. Gourdon’s face, must have been something more like “I’m a poor, starving child, in desperate need of a mothers affection and a four course meal.”

    The toast popped up, no longer spongy bread, and he shoved it half into his mouth before all but running out, waving goodbye over his shoulder. Today was a special day, and while under normal circumstances he would have a whole list of tasks to accomplish, as well as lectures and classes to attend, Arthur had given him strict instructions. He was to report at seven AM sharp to Sir. Arthur’s office, where he would be meeting someone “of great importance and pinnacle stature in the profession of combating the undead.”

    Walter didn’t care much for appearances or titles, but the description had peaked his interest. What’s more, Arthur had made it clear that the sole purpose of the meeting was to introduce Walter to this famed Hunter, although he had not mentioned the man’s name.

    So Walter was a little bit curious. And he tried to make himself humble, but could not help but wonder if he would be stronger or weaker than this man.

    Completely alert for any signs of a foreign presence, he walked down the lushly carpeted halls, no longer noting the extravagant furnishings and gilt framed portraits that seemed to peer at passerbys with a stern scrutiny. He wondered what the meeting would be like. Would this man look like the classical Vampire Hunter, with broad brimmed hat and long dark cloak, or would he be discreetly modern like Walter himself?

    Perhaps, after being introduced, they would do battle. Or maybe Arthur would have them go on a hunt together in order to demonstrate Hellsing’s prime weapon. These thoughts were foolish and prideful, which made him disgusted with himself, and he knew that if any such things were to actually take place, he would be embarrassed even through his pride. But still, which of them would be stronger?

    He reached the oaken double doors that led to Arthur’s study. He gazed at the grain of the wood and listened to the reverberating silence of the manor.

    He could now feel the presence of the other person, the looming figure, who waited beyond the doors. It seemed as though he could see through the solid wood and into the room lined with shelves of books and heavy furniture. He could see the flickering fire place and the desk where Arthur sat, hands folded and eyes serious. And interwoven throughout it all, staining every strand and fiber down to the molecular level, he could see a blackness like disease.

    He pushed the doors open, his senses picking up the sound of the wood as it slid across the carpet. The hinges were well oiled and did not creak, but the fluid motion of the door handle in his palm seemed to create a whirlwind of noise inside of him.

    As his eyes took in the scene, he noted that it was the rush of adrenaline, a familiar sensation to him, that made him hypersensitive to his surroundings. And then his hand fell from the door.

    Walter C. Dolnez frowned at the little girl in the white frock that leaned against Sir. Arthur’s desk.

    “My, my, but your heart is beating so fast!” Her small red lips parted into a grin as she spoke, revealing tiny pointed fangs.

    The next instant the girl was upon the ground, invisible filaments wrapped tightly around her upper arms and neck, cutting hard enough to draw blood. Walter’s foot pressed down against her chest, pulling at the delicate white material.

    “Walter, desist at once!”

    Walter froze at the sharp edge in Arthur’s voice and, after a moment of hesitation, loosed the wires and stepped away from the girl. She smiled up at him with thinly veiled glee as she stood and patted non-existent dust from her clothes. The blood from the cuts seeped back beneath the folds of skin and then the cuts disappeared altogether, leaving her as perfect and pristine as ever. “How rude, Arthur, you told me he was trained.”

    Sir Arthur leaned back in his chair, covered his face with his hand, and heaved a great sigh. “Walter, get me some Brandy.”

    Walter stood erect and ready to attack, the hairs on his neck and arms all on end. His eyes did not leave the girl and his legs did not move. “Sir…”

    Arthur dropped his hand and glanced pointedly at the cabinet across the room in which he kept his favorite liquors.

    Walter frowned and, without letting his attention from the vampire, crossed the room, opened the cabinet, and retrieved a sealed glass bottle and a small crystal cup. He walked back to Arthur’s desk and poured a single glass. The man downed it and Walter poured him another. He sipped tentatively for a moment before setting it down with a soft clink.

    “Walter, I would like you to meet Alucard, Hellsing’s oldest servant and most powerful weapon.” He nodded to the girl.

    She waved at him with a gloved a hand and rocked back and forth upon her heels.

    Walter had the violent urge to stare incredulously at Arthur and demand that he allow him to dispose of the demon who was currently beaming at the two of them. Instead he clenched his fists and reigned in his thoughts. Arthur was not a fool, and had even more experience with the paranormal than Walter himself did. He trusted the man’s reason and decided that there was simply something he was missing here.

    “I have withheld the knowledge of his existence to you until now because I was not sure of your position within this organization. Now that you are a positive asset, it is safe to reveal the Hellsing family secret. Walter, this is Alucard. A vampire who was bound to my family by my grandfather.”

    Walter choked, “Did you say his?”

    Sir Arthur gave an ironical smile. “Yes, despite his appearance, Alucard is a boy.”

    Walter stared at the grinning child who was now confirmed to be male. His eyes rested on the abnormally sharpened teeth and he repressed a shudder. Among other things.

    “I don’t understand.”

    Arthur sighed again. “Alucard has been here all along, carrying out missions separate from your own. Now, I want the two of you to work together.” Despite his somewhat haggard appearance, Arthur was being quite patient about the whole thing. He knew how uptight and defensive Walter could be, he expected it. If the boy were any other way he’d have died long ago. Now, to be asked to tolerate and uphold a relationship with the very creature which he had been taught to despise, to kill?

    “Alucard is the person that I wanted you to meet. I have complete control over him and it is his duty to hunt and kill his own kind. Throughout all the world there exists no monster as deadly or efficient as he.”

    Alucard continued rocking back and forth and, upon catching Walters gaze, waved once more in a child like fashion.

    “Do you have any other questions?”

    Walter was brimming with questions, but couldn’t seem to form the right words. At least, not in a way that wouldn’t be totally and utterly rude. So, instead he opted to shake his head.

    “Very well then, why don’t the two of you take a walk? Get to know each other a little.” Arthur said with a dismissive gesture. He then reached for the brandy and poured his third glass of the day at approximately seven fifteen AM.

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