This is a different way of doing things for me. This is a non-linear AU. By non-linear I mean that I'll be building a shared history for Walter and Girlycard, but won't be taking it chronologically. This will bounce back and forth in time, there will be references between chapters to events that have or will only happened within this AU and not within canon. If that gets a bit confusing, I suggest taking each chapter as a standalone tale.
This first chapter/installment is the shortest. From here on, it gets wordier.
Hellsing, The Dawn, and all their characters belong to Kohta Hirano and whatever corporate entity has licensed the Hellsing portion of his soul.
He cut off the cold hand that grasped his to pull him out of the pile of mutilated bodies. It was instinctive, not intentional. When Walter saw Alucard looking in irritation at his severed appendage, he winced and braced himself for the repercussions.
"You cut off my hand." Alucard's tone was more of surprise than anger.
"I know."
"Am I going to have to take you over my knee?"
Walter fished a crumpled pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and found one that wasn't too crushed to be smokable. "You'll need a hand to hold me there and one to swat me with," he commented after lighting up and exhaling a cloud of smoke.
He thought he probably should be afraid after cutting off Alucard's hand, but Walter had already used up the night's quota of fear when he'd been buried under a rain of bodies – or rather, a rain of body parts.
"I think I need more practice," he said, surveying the carnage.
"More practice?" Alucard's features split in a sharklike grin, incongruous on his dainty features. "This was your first actual search and destroy mission and you killed everything you found."
"And I buried myself under a heap of bloody bits. You're not going to always be around to pull me out of the pile."
He looked at Alucard's dropped hand and picked it up, turning it over curiously until the fingers twitched and stroked over his palm. "Oh, very funny," he muttered and threw the hand at Alucard, who caught it and casually stuck it back on his wrist.
"With more practice, you are going to be a veritable Angel of Death, Walter Dornez."
Walter shook the hair out of his eyes and gave Alucard a bleak smile that belonged to someone far older than the boy's twelve years. "I'll be whatever sort of angel it takes to send them all to Hell."