Young days

Disclaimer: Hellsing belongs to People who are not me. I am making £0.00 out of this fic, it is written purely because I have a burning need to create. Although I would like to own Alucard . . . then he'd be mine.

Rating: R

Setting: Pre all Manga and Anime

Italics mean either flashbacks or thoughts

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Chapter One

{Walter}

The house was large. It was not large in the way that houses are normally large, but rather it was large in the way that a palace would be considered large. It rose dark and foreboding in a square and ordered fashion. There was no gold architecture, no looming gargoyles and no grand statues strategically placed in the gardens. The house dominated the ground the way a garrison would dominate foreign soil, undecorated and terrifying. The boy approached, his eyes set on the entrance, his head held high and his pace quick. But as he stepped onto the gravel driveway his gait faltered and his eyes fell as the force coming off of the building hit him. He caught himself and continued on, but his eyes stayed low and he didn't walk quite so fast

"Come on, stop being a bloody fool," he whispered to himself. He stopped at the door and stared at the intercom. He kept staring for a few moments then snorted, "this is ridiculous," he snarled and rammed his thumb onto the bright orange button.

"Name?" the voice was abrupt and muffled with static. Walter frowned.

"Uh...Walter," he leaned forward towards the little speaker.

"Name?" the voice asked again.

"Walter Dornez," Walter said louder, "uh a man called Jackson told me to come here."

"Go back the way you came, turn left at the first gate, head round the back," the voice barked and then the voice and the static fell silent. Walter stood still for a moment and considered leaving. He turned and walked back to the gate and stopped again. If he headed forward he could be out the main gate in minutes, back in the city within the hour. But hen what? damp streets, pathetic thug gangs, eating whatever crap he could find or buy? he did not want to go to back to that purposeless existence, at least not because he was afraid of ghost stories. Walter turned left.

The back of the building was like the front, a plain concrete block littered with dark windows. The only difference was the men. Men were lined up on the grass, kneeling, they were heavily armed and firing in sharply controlled bursts out into the grounds. Walter could just make out targets in the distance. He raised his eyebrows when one of the targets fell victim to a hail of bullets. These guys were good.

"Explain yourself," the sudden words made Walter flinch and he cursed himself. No one had been able to sneak up to him in years. This place was getting to him.

"Walter," he barked, "my name is Walter." the man looked at him before nodding.

"Ah yes, the boy Jackson found," he muttered. He was tall, with dark hair that was thinning on the top. He was strong built and he towered over Walter.

"I was told to come here," Walter stared hard fixing the man with a look that would send most of the other street toughs running, "I would not be here otherwise."

"You were, were you?" The man smirked, "well tell me, lad, why were you told to come here?" Walter shrugged and smirked when he realised the glare wasn't working. The man smiled back at him, "so you're one of those then? One of Jackson's urchins. You think you can be a soldier?"

"I don't see why not," Walter hoped his tone was firmer than he felt. He could suddenly feel eyes on him, they were burning into the back of his head.

"Think you can be a soldier for Hellsing?" The man asked. Walter glared hard and ignored the feeling of being watched. "You know what we do?"

"I've heard the rumours," Walter said, "stories told by frightened people," he wanted to turn around and bark at the men for staring at him.

"People are sometimes worth listening to lad and rumours sometimes prove true."

"Not these ones," Walter said and finally gave in turning to look behind him. None of the men was looking at him. Still he felt eyes on him, gooseflesh rose on his arms. He turned back to face the man in front of him.

"You're shaking over rumours you don't believe," the man rolled his eyes "come on boy, let's get you down to Oldham he'll sort you out," he turned and stepped towards the shadowed building. Walter went to follow but stopped when he heard laughter.

The sound was deep and almost animalistic sending chills down Walter's spine and making all of the hair all over his body stand on end. But when Walter span to frown at the one making such a sound he saw nothing.

"Boy?" the man was pulling gently at his shoulder "come on now, you ignore that you hear?" Walter started to nod but as he did so something caught his eye. In the darkness by the shed, something glinted red. He squinted hard trying to make out a shape, a person, a man maybe. Red eyes focused on him, stared for a moment then were swallowed by twisting darkness and were gone.

"Welcome to Hellsing."

End Chapter One

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