Author's Note:This was created last summer and I decided to finish this. In this The Captain had turned Walter into a werewolf, the reason so he can kill him and take down Millennium. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this. Again I'll post this when ever, I feel like it so just keep an eye out. You're going to have to tell me id i got the characters personalities right.
i really hope this is good. And yes canon is going to be completly diffrent.
Introduction
It had been a necessity, Walter understood this all too well. He had transgressed, becoming an insidious menace to humanity. As he lay there ensnared by unforgiving silver chains, a bitter sense of abandonment festered within him. All his past triumphs seemed now as meaningless as dust in the relentless march of time.
The silver chains, like serpentine shackles, coiled around him, merciless and unyielding. They held him captive in a subterranean abyss, far removed from his once-faithful comrade Alucard. Even if he managed to escape these metallic bonds, he was still trapped behind an impenetrable fortress of silver, layered upon layer.
Authur Hellsing had decreed that his loyal soldier would languish here for all eternity, a fate etched in silver, just as the final hour seemed to approach. The Hellsing compound convulsed in chaos as violent eruptions rent through the foundations, a nightmarish symphony of destruction echoing the cacophony of gunfire and the anguished cries of the fallen.
The metallic scent of fresh blood hung in the air, as tangible as dread itself, a grim foreshadowing of the carnage that had been unleashed above. Walter strained against his bonds, attuned to the impending footsteps that echoed like a death march in the darkness.
Then, a more ominous symphony reached his keen ears. The door was being tampered with, a dissonant mechanical overture that crescendoed in the explosive ejection of the reinforced door from its hinges.
Intruders, their unnatural, vampiric aura betraying their presence, stormed into the chamber. Walter, his eyes twin orbs of glacial resolve, met their guttural German commands with a silence as cold as the abyss. Guns were trained on him, barrels gleaming malevolently in the chamber's dim half-light.
The invaders, deluded into thinking he might comply, began to release him from his silver captivity. But when the final chain fell to the cold floor, Walter seized his moment. He struck with the swiftness of a viper, the first soldier hurled against the wall with a gut-wrenching crack.
The others responded with a relentless barrage of gunfire, their weapons barking in a hail of death. But Walter moved with supernatural speed, their bullets wounding only to have the injuries vanish in an instant.
The last surviving soldier, trembling in fear, cried, "Die!" Walter's response was a frigid silence. In a swift, brutal motion, he unleashed his devastating attack.
When Walter finally emerged from his silver prison, he was a tableau of gore and death. A cigarette materialized between his lips, and with a stolen lighter, he lit the cigarette, the first one he had in a while.
"My, it seems like all hell has broken loose since my incarceration," he murmured, exhaling a pall of smoke that mingled with the scent of fresh blood. Walter, forever trapped in the form of a fourteen-year-old, contemplated.
He paused, his crimson eyes transfixed on a vampire in a disheveled white suit, blonde hair mussed, a singular figure in a landscape of chaos. The vampire, Luke Valentine, was engaged in a hushed dialogue with another artificial vampire, their words thick with ominous intent.
Valentine turned to regard Walter, his visage, a twisted mask of annoyance and surprise. "I distinctly ordered you to secure him," he growled.
The subordinate vampire quivered, a mixture of dread and uncertainty swirling in his eyes. "We did, Valentine, sir," he stuttered.
Valentine, patience worn thin, pulls out his gun. "Trash," he muttered with a scornful glare, his voice dripping with disdain. He executed the trembling subordinate without hesitation.
Valentine shifted his attention back to Walter. "Just to be certain, you are Walter, correct?" he inquired, his eyes narrowing with a glimmer of unease.
Walter remained silent, a predator calculating its prey.
Valentine's annoyance was unmistakable. "Judging by your demeanor, you're not going to surrender quietly, are you. Very well." He shot two bullets.
Walter moved with the speed of a phantom, dodging the bullets easily. He advanced with calculated efficiency, his approach ruthless. His grip closed around Valentine's arm, an iron vice. In a brutal, sudden motion, he enacted his vengeance.
Valentine's arm was severed, and his eyes widened in terror as he screamed in agony. Walter silenced him with a brutal kick to the head, sending his headless form hurtling through the air.
With the grisly task accomplished, Walter left the mangled remains of Valentine behind, his ascension from the abyss an embodiment of darkness and chaos. The upstairs was even more chaotic. Of course, I can keep the swearing as it is for Walter:
He could hear the cacophony of Hellsing soldiers in combat. He sighed, muttering under his breath, "Where in the bloody hell is Alucard in all this mess?" Walter grumbled, walking past a fallen Hellsing soldier. The lifeless body twitched, and with a swift kick, Walter silenced it for good. Ghouls as well. Just what he needed.
As he continued, the relentless symphony of gunfire echoed around him. He reached a balcony and found himself behind a girl with lustrous blond hair. Her distinct scent marked her as a genuine vampire, and her provocative attire hinted that Arthur was still alive, considering his perverted tendencies.
The girl turned swiftly, her rifle aimed squarely at Walter's head. "Well, who are you?" she demanded, her words laced with a threatening tone. It seemed her transformation hadn't dulled her sense of danger. A bitter feeling twisted in Walter's gut at the thought that she'd been turned by Alucard.
Ignoring her inquiry, Walter asked, "What year is it?" The girl blinked in confusion.
"1999, but that doesn't answer my question," she replied, her voice still edged with menace.
Bloody hell, 1999. God dammit. Fifty years. He'd been imprisoned for fifty years. Arthur was most likely long dead. He sighed, the weight of time bearing down on him. "So, who's in charge of Hellsing now?" Walter inquired, the tension in the air palpable.
The girl tensed, clearly wary of his intentions. "Why do you want to know that?"
"Listen, you blond bimbo, there's no time to entertain a kid probably turned by Alucard. Now, shut the bloody hell up and move," Walter grumbled, his steps carrying him past her. Whoever was in charge of Hellsing had to be downright idiotic. He found himself missing the days when the biggest concern was Arthur's endless one-night stands. It was strange that Walter yearned for the time before his monstrous transformation 50 years ago.
The girl, undeterred, chased after him, her glare relentless. Walter had no intention of getting into a confrontation with her; she belonged to Alucard, and he had no wish to tangle with a vampire as formidable as Alucard, especially now that they were both immortal abominations.
"Hey!" the girl yelled. Walter halted, his red eyes locking onto her. "You didn't answer my question," she insisted.
Walter, irritation clear in his voice, replied, "Look, blondie, I was in bloody chains for fifty years, and it's 1999. Arthur Hellsing is probably dead. I'm freed by goddamn artificial vampires, and now I've got some annoying gnat buzzing in my ear."
"It's Seras!" she shot back, her irritation heard clearly. Walter scoffed, uncaring. Just then, a familiar voice cut through the tension.
"Did you clean up the trash, police girl?" a deep voice emerged from the shadows. Walter recognized the voice and didn't hesitate. He brought his foot down, splitting the head that appeared in the darkness, only to watch it reform at a distance. Out of the shadows stepped the vampire he knew all too well.
"I should have known you'd be lurking around," Walter grumbled, his irritation apparent. There was a part of him that was glad to see Alucard remained largely the same, despite his different form.
"Is that you, boy?" Alucard's voice flowed like silk, with a hint of amusement.
"No, it's the bloody king of England. Of course it's me, you undead bastard," Walter retorted with his characteristic gruffness. He couldn't help but grumble about vampires and their stupid tendencies as he surveyed his surroundings. Amidst his complaints, he failed to notice Alucard's intense stare. The ancient vampire's narrowed eyes hinted at the curiosity that had been building during Walter's absence.
"You're not human," Alucard stated plainly. Walter stiffened at the directness of the remark and turned, his own crimson eyes locked onto the legendary vampire.
"Yeah, no shit, dumbass. Haven't you seen the eyes or the fact I still look like I'm 14?" he shot back, his irritation evident. Alucard chose to remain silent, turning his attention to Seras instead.
"Go check on Integra, Police Girl," he ordered. Seras, despite her initial urge to argue, heeded the command once she recognized the seriousness in Alucard's expression.
As soon as they were out of earshot, Alucard turned back to Walter with an unmistakable air of demand. "Tell me what happened," he insisted, the authority in his voice matching his reputation. Walter had half a mind to unleash a string of expletives at the vampire, but the decades of isolation and the peculiar torment he had endured during his imprisonment had drained some of the fight out of him. So, with reluctant resignation, he began to recount his ordeal, starting with the day he was bitten by The Captain and became a werewolf.
Alucard listened in silence as Walter recounted the events of the past, the weight of his confession heavy in the air. When Walter revealed the difficult decision he and Arthur had made, Alucard's stoic demeanor remained unchanged. However, his response provoked a turbulent surge of emotions from Walter.
"You gave up," Alucard stated, his disappointment evident in his voice. But the sentiment earned an animalistic growl from Walter's lips. The beast within him stirred, its presence a constant reminder of his monstrous transformation.
"Like you know what I was feeling. I became a monster! And where the bloody hell were you!?" Walter's voice carried an edge of anger and accusation. His emotions, long suppressed, surged to the surface. The beast inside clawed at him, aching to break free. Walter began to wonder if perhaps he should unleash it upon his former friend. The tension in the room escalated as the two faced off against each other.
"I thought you would have it well in hand," Alucard responded, his voice devoid of emotion, as was often the case with him.
"Well, obviously I didn't!" Walter retorted, his anger and frustration boiling over. There was more he wanted to say, but their confrontation was suddenly interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps. Walter turned to find a woman standing with Seras, the interruption putting their heated exchange on hold.
"Who is this Alucard?" The woman questioned, her curiosity evident in her tone.
"My master, this is a friend," Alucard replied, introducing Walter to the woman.
"A friend? A fourteen-year-old boy?" Her voice betrayed her surprise.
Walter couldn't help but react to her incredulous remark. "Listen here, you broad, I'm older than you! I could be your damn grandfather!" he snapped back. His words seemed to stun her momentarily, but Walter remained unfazed. "And you, I hope you know I'm going to kick your ass for leaving me!" He said to Alucard. He was about to continue his tirade when a sudden, powerful blow to his head sent him crashing to the ground.
Seras stood there, holding a fire hydrant with a noticeable dent in its side. Integra stepped forward, her decision clear. "Since he's your friend, you can take responsibility, Alucard," she declared, her voice firm. With that, she left the scene, her discontent evident.
Alucard looked down at the boy who had been missing for fifty years, his emotions a complex mix. "Well, guess you really have become a dog of Hellsing, haven't you," he muttered to himself. Shadows gathered around him, and he hoisted Walter's unconscious form, dragging him back to his room.