A/N: Yo! This is my first Hellsing fanfic and I hope that all the fans of this pairing likes my story. Don't want to disappoint anyone! Remember to review, enough of this note! On with the show! I DON'T OWN HELLSING OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS!
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Hans was so tired of this, so frustrated at the way his life turned out, and all because of a man's desire for war. Oh how he missed his home back in Germany, roaming the vast forests with the ghosts of his deceased wolf brethren, to smell the earthy scent that always pervaded the air when it came time to hunt. You may be wondering what kept him tied to the Major and his followers, well it was definitely not to fight needlessly, if anything he was quiet the pacifist. He didn't eat human flesh and never drank blood, the only time he ever did was in his youngling days when he mistakenly killed a human.
He remembered it vividly, the time he had awakened to his animal instincts; he was only twelve then. Contrary to popular belief, he wasn't turned into a werewolf, he was birthed. His parents were humans, but one of them had that special chromosome that rarely appeared or passed down and he was the lucky recipient. Neither of his parent knew that they had it, so it was obvious that he didn't either. He went to an average school, made normal human friends, and even experienced young love. So sad that that young love would lead to his incapability to talk. The transformation took pace during one of the full moons, he was restless that night and couldn't find a comfortable position to sleep, so he gave up and instead rose from his bed and opened his bedside window to gaze at the white sphere in the sky. Sweat beaded down his temples even though it was cold outside, his heart was pounding and it was becoming increasingly hard to breath. His bones ached and his skin felt as if it was being stretched and torn from him. Throughout the process he would periodically look at the moon and a shiver would travel up his spin before pain took its place and cause him to whimper. Hans tried to call for his parents to help him, like any child, he was frightened of the things he didn't understand. Every time he tried to produce a noise a low groan would escape instead.
No one could hear him, and no one could save him. The pain was unbearable and he prayed it to end, to let death come and sweep him away onto its dark wings so long as the pain went away. Due to the pain he had curled up into a ball on the floor of his room, the moonlight flooding his room in a white glow. Hans felt something coming, and during the peak of pain he looked at the moon one last time before letting the pain take him to a dark place. It was round and beautiful, the craters never marring the beauty with their presence. At last, the pain subsided and everything took on a dream-like quality. There was no more pain, but his heart was still pounding rapidly againts his chest. He looked around his room, examined everything with his heightened vision, smelling new scents he never knew existed, tasting them on the air. It was all so wonderful! Everything was like a mystery he had to solve, and just as he examined the individual petals on a flower he had in a vase he heard the thrumming of something. It was like music, it continued its rhythm as he exited his room in search of this magnificent sound. Down his stair, through the hall, out the dinning room and into the last hall he stopped in front of his parents room.
Ba-thump! Ba-thump!
Hans had pocked his head in and found his mother and father laying in blissful rest in their old mattress. Crossing the short distance he heard the sound coming from his parents, the hearts pounding in sync. Again his enhanced vision distracted him as he viewed his mother with a curious fascination. Maira Gunche had never looked so amazing to him! Her hair was a light blond, her lashes long, fanning against her cheeks, and her lips and cheeks the most subtle pink. His father- Erik Gunche- was also stunning, with his silver hair and beard shining in the moonlight that was filtered by their curtains. For the first time, as he regarded his father, Hans wondered if he would look like his father.
Ba-thump! Ba-thump!
Hans turned away from his father and looked at his mother again, she looked so peaceful in her sleep. The sound of her heart was mesmerizing and he desperately wanted to lean his head in and just rest it against her bosom, to be lulled by that hypnotic rhythm. It wouldn't be too much trouble if he did, after all his mother often did that when he was younger. What's one more time? Hans placed his head on her chest and listened to the beating of her heart.
Ba-thump! Ba-thump!
So soothing, so beautiful and hypnotic! He felt his lids grow heavy as he laid there, he almost fell asleep when he heard her heart quicken to an alarming rate and her scream pierce the night's silence. Oh the scream! It was painful to his heightened hearing and caused him to wince and back away from his mother. Shocked that she had screamed Hans looked at her to find his mother huddled into his father's arms, sending his own son a cold and frightened glare. Hans didn't understand. He still hadn't understood when his father shouted at him to leave the house, or when his father grabbed his hunting rifle and shot at him when he was scrambling out of the place he called home for the majority of his young life.
He ran, not too far, just far enough that his stronger hearing picked up the wails of his mother crying on how a monster ate her son. He ran off again until he found a stream he used to play with some of his school friends and saw why his mother had screamed. He was the monster. His face was that of a wolf's, his body covered in silver fir, and his eyes blazing with a gold hue. With this image pain flooded his being, the realization that he could no longer return to his normal life, to never see his family, to never have anyone. He looked at his image and a rumble rose from deep within his chest and traveled up his throat until it echoed through the trees and over the mountains. Hans howled his painful and lonely song to the moon and the sky, for all to hear and mourn.
Returning to the present, Hans looked at the tiny draculina, a fledgling with immense power. The chip embedded into his heart sending him commands from the Doc to his brain to kill said draculina. Unwillingly his body moved to exterminate the female, if only he was free. Hans gave a silent prayer that this female be strong enough to put him out of his misery. Let her be the von to save me.
A/N: There you go! I know, short right? Well, I hope you liked, I know it's slow right now, but bear with me. I want to give a full background to Hans since his story isn't mentioned in the manga. Remember to review!
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-Baron
