Well, we all know that Alucard and Walter had been a team for a long time. But how do you think they met? I decided to play around with this idea until a story came to me. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Hellsing

Hunter Boy

One: Resentment

London, 1997

The evening dusk was just now settling in around the massive mansion that was Hellsing Manor. The last larks of the day were flying back to their nests, and the few street lamps that surrounded the building began to switch on. The ancient, crumbling walls of the place stood nobly, looming against the orange red sky as the sun began to set. A small breeze pushed along a few stray leaves, as the guards of the estate staid alert, their guns cradled in their hands. It proved to be a quiet night for the Hellsing organization. And one that was well deserved. Over the past few days, Alucard and the others had their hands full with recent vampire attacks. Or rather, recent freak attacks. Each one had in planted in them a man made chip. Alucard admitted that he had become rather bored with these lame attempts at vampires. His body ached to fight a true opponent, though one didn't seem likely to present itself any time soon. Currently, the vampire was mulling about the halls, having just woken up. He was a bit hungry, so he made his way down to the kitchen and got himself a blood pack. It wasn't as good as fresh blood by a long shot, but it would due. Poking a straw through the top, he took a sip and wandered back up to his room, a yawn escaping his fangs.

"Up already, Alucard?"

The vampire turned to see Walter, a tray in his hand. There was a blood pack iced in a bucket, as well as a wine glass turned upside down. "I was just ready to serve your breakfast. I didn't realize you'd be rising so early this evening."

Alucard shrugged. "I didn't sleep very well today," he admitted. Walter placed the tray on the counter and stowed the blood pack back into the cooler for later. Alucard began to make his way to his room, Walter following him, his hands properly behind his back.

"Any particular reason for the insomnia?" he asked curiously.

"I'm restless," Alucard grumbled. "These fights… are getting on my nerve. If I don't get a real enemy soon I may just go insane."

"Heaven forbid," said Walter, a small bit of cynicism in his tone. Alucard heaved a sigh.

"I almost wish it was like it used to be," he confided in his old friend. "Now those were true enemies. Do you remember, Walter?"

"I do," said the butler. "The bloodshed was endless." A wicked grin spread over Alucard's features, his packet sitting in his gloved hand.

"Yes…" His voice was low as he remembered. "God how wonderful those days were."

"A matter of opinion," said Walter simply. "Though I must say, it was quite interesting working with you for the first time." The vampire let out a low laugh.

"As it was with you, Walter. After all, I did get to see how the Angel of Death got his wings." He took another drink from his blood packet and made his way into his room.

"Well then." He watched Alucard sit himself in his deep chair. "Miss Victoria should be getting up soon. I think I'll go prepare her breakfast."

Alucard let his fingers run up and down the blood packet, his bright eyes staring at the red substance as it sloshed in the plastic. He turned his gaze to the old man as Walter made his leave. "Walter." He turned to Alucard, his eyebrows raised. "I have to ask… When we worked together, did you ever truly resent me?"

Walter paused for a moment, his hand touching the side of the door frame. He let a small smile rest on his lips. "Well that all depends, Alucard. Have you ever resented me?" Alucard smiled back, his sharpened teeth evident around his thin straw. After a small moment of pause between the two of them, Walter left, leaving Alucard alone with his thoughts. Alucard drank the remaining drops of blood and tossed the packet to the side. He let his irises land on his coffin, his fingertips touching together.

"It was so long ago…" he said lowly to himself. "And yet… it feels like just yesterday…" A nostalgic smile came to his features. "Walter… You really did hate me back then, didn't you…?"

London, 1942

"What is your name, boy?"

"Walter C. Dornez."

"And how old are you?"

"Fourteen, sir. I'm due for fifteen in two months though."

"And what makes you think you're ready to join the Hellsing Organization?"

The young boy gave a look of determination. He was tall for his age, and had a face of someone much older and wiser then a young adolescent. His dark hair was tied in the back of his head, a pair of round glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose. He stood proper and attentive, his hands behind his back. He wore shabby clothes two sizes too big for him, and his face was flaked with dirt. Upon his head sat an old news paper boy hat, tilted to the side a bit. He was very thin, and had holes that ran through his pants. But even though he wore rags, he was determined to look proud. The man he stood before seemed to be only a few years older then himself. He had sandy blond hair and sharp, blue eyes, his clothes in far contrast to the boys'. His clothes were fine and expensive, matching the young man perfectly. They were currently standing in a dark office, shelves of books surrounding them in an almost daunting way. The boy – Walter – clutched his hands to fists.

"Because I know I'm good enough, sir," he said firmly. "If you would like a demonstration, I would gladly give it." The other seemed to think it over.

"Very well," he said. He snapped his fingers, and something was brought into the office. It was an old wooden dummy on wheels. It sat, faceless and armless, on its post. The older boy held out his hand, gesturing to it. "If this was a bloodsucking monster, how would you deal with it?"

Walter frowned and turned his gaze to the wooden target. He pushed his hands into his pockets and pulled out a couple of old, leather gloves. Just like the rest of his outfit, the gloves had a few holes, and there were parts of faded material, signifying that they were slowly wearing thin. He put them on his hands and stared the wooden thing down. He then twirled something between his fingers. With two quick movements with his arms, Walter sent something raging towards the wooden figure and yanked. The head suddenly snapped off, as though something sliced through it. Walter pulled back whatever had shot from his fingers and pulled it up between his teeth. The light shone on three very sharp pieces of twine, stretching from his fingers. He then let it go and put the twine away, turning back to the head of Hellsing. He smiled once he heard clapping, but stopped when he realized the applause was not from Sir Hellsing. A low, grumbling laugh accompanied the clapping, as a figure stepped from the shadows.

"He's perfect, Master… A bit on the young side, but it's never too early to start, is it?" The figure materialized into the room, a vicious grin on his freakish features. He, by far, was the tallest man in the room, with dark hair that fell down to his shoulders. His eyes were hidden by orange red glasses, on his head sat a wide brimmed, crimson hat. A matching trench coat draped over his broad shoulders, and a red neck tie adorned his collar. He smirked, sharpened teeth now visible. Walter felt his heart thud into his neck.

"Vampire!" he hissed, taking his twine back from his holding place. The lord of Hellsing stood between them, giving Walter a stern look.

"This vampire is not one you will be hunting, Mr. Dornez," he said stiffly.

"What do you mean?" Walter demanded, his string at the ready.

"Very simple," the vampire cooed in his gravely voice. He looked over his glasses, his eyes burning like the fires of Hell. "You and I are going to be partners, Hunter Boy."

Walter blinked several times and looked to Abraham Van Hellsing the II. "What is the meaning of this?! I thought I was supposed to fight monsters, not fight with them!"

"When dealing with monsters," said Abraham smoothly, "one must have an ally who knows them; inside and out." He turned on his heal. "If you're uncomfortable with the situation, we can always find someone else." Walter turned his eyes to his shoes, reluctantly putting his twine away.

"No," he said finally. "I… I want to fight for the Hellsing Organization." Abraham turned his eyes back to the boy, an eyebrow lifted. "I want to rid the world of unholy creatures. I want to help in this time of war." He looked up to his new employer, a firm look in his eye. "And if I have to fight with a beast to do it… I will endure… Sir Hellsing."

Abraham smiled. "Very good, Mr. Dornez. My butler will show you to your new room, and your new wardrobe. Food will be delivered to your room. Rest up and eat all you need. You'll be very busy from here on out, Mr. Dornez." With that, the young man left, leaving the vampire and young Walter alone. The newest hunter glared at him.

"And what would your name be?" he spat, still fingering his twine.

The vampire smiled, his canines on display. "My Master… calls me Alucard."

Walter huffed. "Alucard… Dracula. The most feared beast in the world. The last nosforatu." There was a tense pause. "Am I right?"

Alucard looked at the boy, his smile becoming wider. He laughed, his shoulders trembling in sick pleasure. Rearing his head back, he roared in hysterics, his laughter echoing off the walls. Finally, he ceased his insipid laughter and turned back to the boy.

"We… are going to have a very good time together… Hunter Boy."

With that, Alucard disappeared from the room, fading back into the shadows. Walter, a bit dazed, fell where he was, slumping on the floor and hugging his knees to his chest. He looked up to the ceiling in prayer. "Father who art in heaven," he said softly. "Please… give me the strength to endure…" He shut his eyes. "And… tell my mother… I miss her."

Walter stood then and made his way out of the office, where a servant awaited to take him to his room.

There's plenty more to come! Will Walter be able to endure his new partnership with Alucard, or will they wind up nearly killing each other before this is over?! Ah hell, you know how it ends. But the fun part is watching it happen! Review and I'll update quickly!

~T.