I don't know why I keep insisting on these Songfics. I don't even really like songfics. I guess I just found this song to be very inspirational for what this is. The Captian. Plain and simple. I don't know anything about him so this is of course speculation. He's supposed to be a "Natural Werewolf" but I don't know if that means that he was born that way or bitten. I went with bitten. Yes. Anyway. Enjoy, reviews are appreciated!
Disclaimer: Hellsing Characters are not mine. Lyrics to Cat Power's "WereWolf" are not mine either.
Oh the werewolf, oh the werewolf
Comes stepping along
He don't even break the branches where he's gone
Once I saw him in the moonlight, when the bats were a flying
I saw the werewolf, and the werewolf was crying
He was born sometime in the latter part of the seventeen hundreds to a deaf French whore and a German soldier. A mute boy to a deaf whore. Even though his father didn't want him he was always a soldier, always a Captain, because his father was always a captain. He wasn't always a werewolf. No, he wasn't always a werewolf.
His mother lost her mind by the time he was ten and he was left then, to fend for himself. That was when he became a wolf. That was when he would fight the other children to eat and would kill if he had to. That was when he became a werewolf. By twenty he had found out the secret that lived in the forest. The secret took him whole and tore his flesh asunder with it's bloody maw. That was when he became the werewolf.
Cryin' nobody knows, nobody knows, body knows
How I loved the man, as I teared off his clothes
Cryin' nobody know, nobody knows my pain
When I see that it's risen; that fool moon again
Her name was Johanna and she had blond hair. He watched her move with such elegance that he was reminded of a cat. She smiled with red lips and blue eyes that made him feel warm. She was no where near as old as he was, but the late eighteen hundreds had promised so much that he didn't mind. He was tired of searching for others like him and so he settled on her, who was like him in so many ways. The bed was dirty and he didn't mind as he laid her down on it. Johanna smelled of blood and salt. No words were exchanged because he had none to give her and she had none for him.
He cried.
For the werewolf, for the werewolf has sympathy
For the werewolf, somebody like you and me.
And only he goes to me, man this little flute I play
All through the night, until the light of day, and we are doomed to play
The Major smiled at him. "Captain, you are just like us aren't you?" He motioned around the room and he did not say. He would never say. Not ever. The Major smiled at him and nodded. He knew and he would always know. He was a war machine bred from war and bred for war. He was a soldier at heart and a soldier at soul. He was a werewolf by nature and a werewolf by man. He was a werewolf and he was gifted. He was a werewolf and he was cursed.
For the werewolf, for the werewolf, has sympathy
He was a werewolf and he would always be a werewolf. He was always the werewolf.
For the werewolf, somebody like you and me