Hey everyone this will be my first fanfic ever and my first Hellsing fic. Try to be nice, alright? I've never been the best writer but I hope you all will like it. Sorry ahead of time for any grammar or spelling mistakes.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hellsing or any of the characters.

Chapter One

"Men I've just learned of a plant being used for the production of manmade vampires." A young man announced to the group of men sitting at the table around him. "Is that even possible…!? Manmade Vampires!? Sir Hellsing?" a man at the table questioned nervously. "One would certainly think it to be impossibility. Ventures of this magnitude are not easily accomplished." Sir Hellsing replied to the man. The whole room looked around shocked, "None the less." Sir Hellsing started. "Even good for nothing defects...are adequate enough to fight this war." Sir Hellsing hinted. "What do you mean by that?"

"Ghouls." Sir Hellsing told the man. "Through our source at Mig, we've learned that a task force of unusual doctors, who are specialists in the paranormal…have spared no efforts to expedite results and turn fantasy into reality." Sir Hellsing briefed the group. "So this fantasy, you refer to are these "ghouls," correct? What exactly are they?" someone asked. "They are failures who've unsuccessfully attempted to become full-fledged vampires; they are nothing more than "living dead" that feast upon the flesh of corpses. You might say… they're something like zombies found in voodoo." Sir Hellsing replied. "They possess monstrous strength, but their movements are slow… and their brain's reaction time is also significantly retarded." Sir Hellsing informed as he looked over everyone. "Dealing with one or two Ghouls at a time should pose little to no problem for us."

"Where the difficulties start to arise… are if the Nazis decide to use their Ghouls in the field. If that was to happen, the worst case scenario would be…" sir Hellsing paused. "One in which the Schutzstaffel decides to deploy them systematically, in numbers, on the front-lines." Sir Hellsing finished. "Though the ghouls are relatively failures they're still "monsters." Meaning they can't be killed easily. It takes a shot to the head or heart to effectively put them down." Sir Hellsing started to explain. "The other problem is if you're attacked by Ghouls you become a Ghoul yourself. That is how they grow infinity." Sir Hellsing continued. "1 turns into 2 which soon leads to doubles to make 4, which turns into 8, 8 then turns into 16, 16 into 32, 32 into 64… 64 into 128, 128 into 256, 256 into 512, 512 into 1024, 1024 into 2048, 2048 into 4096 and so on."

"They are ever increasing in "geometric progression" with each meal. They just keep growing and growing, increasing more and more, like an endless plague." Sir Hellsing spoke. All of the men in the room gasped. "Front-line forces eradicated…and the green grass of the battlefield is soon after replaced by ardent flames of hell." Sir Hellsing finished somewhat dramatically. "We recently received word that on the western front near Germany, the German army Group B… is currently planning to launch an offensive, according to another one of our sources." Another man announced. "If their insanity-fueled laboring comes to fruition, and those monsters are deployed. We'll, no doubt, be ousted from Dunkirk back to the icy waters of the northern sea." The man said. "This time however, we may not have the energy, or manpower left to fight another battle like Normandy. We shall have to carry out monumental tasks with absolute precision if we want the state of the war to continue as it is now."

"If we fail the gears of war will be downshifted, and we'll suddenly find ourselves all the way back to June 22, 1940." The man said. "I guarantee you that won't happen!" sir Hellsing yelled as he clenched his fists. "I'll deal with them a blow laced with such unforeseen severity that their taste for war will diminish along with their sordid existences! We'll crush those mongrel krauts were they stand!" sir Hellsing bellowed and slammed his fist on the table. "This is what Hellsing was founded for. It is our long awaited mission." Sir Hellsing said. "Preparations are already well underway." Sir Hellsing informed as he slid a picture over to the man across from him.

"Hellsing's sending the most suitable man for the job." Sir Hellsing said as the man across from him grabbed the picture. "This guy was born to bury the dead." Sir Hellsing said as the man across from him looked down at the picture. "He's… he's but… he's but a child!" the man said in surprise. "Child or not he is the strongest human of our existing militants in the field qualified to deal with such inhuman foes." Sir Hellsing responded with a crazed smile. "And his name?" another man asked as he looked at sir Hellsing. "Walter… Walter C. Dornez. Aka Walter- the angel of death!"

(Meanwhile flying over the general vicinity of Warsaw, Poland)

"Swaddy… rise and shine." A voice called to a man with his eyes closed and a cigarette in his mouth, leaning back against the wall of the plane. "Oi, dough boy! Wake up!" the voice called louder to the man making him open his eyes to see a shadowed figure. "Toss me one of those coffin nails." The figure ordered. When the man didn't move the figure tried again. "Tobacco I say!" the figure demanded the man. "Wha-what in the Sam hill!?" the man stuttered in surprise.

"This stuff ain't for young brats like you!" the man exclaimed. The figure grinned before taking his wires and wrapping them around the pack of cigarettes inside of the man's jacket. The figure then swiftly pulled the pack of cigarettes out of the man's jacket and pulled it back. "What's going on!?AHHH!" the man yelled as he watched the cigarettes fly out of his jacket and land in the figures hand. "AHHH! Kno-Knock it off!" the man cried out as the figure took a cigarette from the pack and put a lighter up to it.

The figure put the cigarette to his mouth and took a drag. The figure then pulled the cigarette away and breathed out a puff of smoke. "This cigarette tastes God awful." The figure said as he put the cigarette back in his mouth and looked at the pack. ""American spirits" brand, made in the U.S.A." the figure muttered as he read it. "Hey, we're in the midst of a war and have to make do with what we've got, so stop bitching about it!" the man lectured.

The figure laughed, "Smoking tobacco supplied by Yankees… and we're here flying aboard a plane furnished by the Yankees." The figure started to say. "What a shame that, without the help of those "cowboys" and "monsters"… we can no longer fight a flat-out honorable, fair and square war." The figure finished dryly. "The empire of great Britain, which once had the entire world in the palm of its hand, has fallen to such depths of desperation" the figure laughed as the light from the moon shined on his face. The figure was a young 14 year old boy with short black hair and grey eyes, wearing standard butler attire with a pair of black combat gloves. "Quite sad, wouldn't you agree Alucard?" the boy asked, looking at a black coffin lying on the floor behind him.

Just then the boy turned to look out the window of the plane, "Ahh, just look at it." he muttered. "Have a good one, soldier… this is our stop. Bye-bye!" The boy said as he walked over to the door to the plane. "What!?" the soldier panicked, "Wait! Hey kid, hang on a sec. Take a parachute with you. A parachute…" the soldier said to the boy. "Keep it, I don't need it." The boy told the soldier nonchalantly and used his wires to slice through the steel of the plane, and kicked it, causing shards of metal to explode outwards. "Cheerio."

"Alright then, guess it's time to get to work, Alucard." The boy said as he pulled the coffin towards the door inanimately. "W-wait a minute, sonny!" the soldier called, the boy stopped and look at him with disinterest. "I'm admittedly ashamed to say that I, as an adult and veteran much older then you, can't say or do a thing to help you out boy." The soldier started. "Unfortunately… it looks like everything rests in your hand from this point on!" The soldier finished. The boy smirked, "yes sir! Sarn't6 sir!" he responded and made the peace sign.

He then kicked the coffin out of the plane. The boy then jumped out of the plane laughed. "My name is the angel of death. We are Hellsing!" the boy yelled. "Enemies of the world beware, for we come to uproot you all!" he continued to yell as he flew through the air.

I know I'm pretty much just rewriting Hellsing: The Dawn for my first couple of chapters but bear with me it just fit so well… ah well that and because I just love Walter (I love any event that involves Walter!). I'll be starting the real story after these events play out.