Sonata.
I don't own Hellsing, neither do you
By Rip Van Winkle, Anak Sumeragi.
I was born into a band of gypsies, my mother was the head of them. When I was still young she told me that my father was a British traveler.
When I was 15 I became employed by the Hellsing Agency, and given the nickname "Shinigami" Meaning "Angel of Death". I had been employed only a few months before war broke out in my home country of Germany. After treacherous battles with Nazi's and in other treacherous warfare, it was over. Alucard and I had been instructed by Lionel Hellsing to go through all the concentration camps and burn the corpses. Among the piles of rotting flesh, I found my mother, she was only newly dead. She had been tortured and starved. I held her in my arms and cried, I cried for the woman that had given birth to me, and cared for me like no other. Alucard put his hand over my shoulder to offer a small comfort.
That night we stayed in a home that had recently been occupied by a German Nazi. Alucard held my while I cried. His arms were strong, and his unnecessary breath even. He comfortingly rubbed my back and muttered words of solace in my ear. When I awoke the next morning he was standing over me with a cool washcloth. He had kissed me and that was the end of that. That was the end forever.
I have since aged considerably, while he has retained his youthful undead appearance. He goes after Hellsing's master now, the lovely girl that I raised like a daughter. But beware of his charm Integra, beware. I am Walter C. Ddollneaz and that is my story.