Little Angels and Devils

A/N: Hey everyone! Its me again! I hoped you enjoyed Pip's crazy ride! Now we will get to someone that is even way more harder than Integra to write about-Walter. So that is why I had his shoulder angel moment when he was a brash youngster fighting with Girlycard in WW2.

Warning: Language, adult content, nudity, and a brief description of Concentration Camps.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hellsing or The Dawn thank you very much.

Germany 1942

They had hidden out in a abandoned hotel room that had been ransacked for supplies earlier. But that didn't bother Walter and his partner Girlycard. They were well supplied at the moment and merely used the hotel building for a temporary shelter to keep out of the storm and Nazi soldiers prowling the streets of some large town in Germany. There were few survivors. Most of them packed up thier things and headed to Switzerland, while others were captured in the attempt and sent to prison camps.

Night had fallen and Walter was bored. The calender had read Saturday but being a young man in the War was way different than being a young man in this day and age; there was no friends, no fun, no movies or clubs to occupy until the wee hours of the morning. Walter was like every 14 year old (A/N: If I got his age wrong please don't be afraid to correct me I assumed he was fourteen when he was in The Dawn) adventureous, fun-loving, always ready for excitement in any shape or form. The last time he even got into a schuffle was when he was spying on some of Millenium's soldiers rumored to be working in one of the Concentration Camps he heard so much about. As he hid in shadows and documented thier every move, he started to pallor and his blood boiled at the sight of what he saw. Men, women, and children being beaten, abused, locked up and caged like animals. Killed for just looking at a SS officer and families pulled apart never to be seen again. His heart ached out to them. Wishing that there was some way that he could warn the other allies and tell them what was going on so these poor souls could be saved and these horrible place burned to the ground.

As he was spying along the rooftops getting some information on Millenium, he heard something along the fenced borders. Scaling over the roofing tile he came across a young american photojournalist being surrounded by four of Millenium's officers with thier werewolf fangs bared and thier claws already extracted. The poor man had his back against the fence scared to death. It seemed that he had wandered away from a group of American soldiers camped out near the place and was taking pictures of the cematariums and barracks since he couldn't get any of the prisoners to talk to him. He had to use the pictures he took to send a message back to his regime, when he was caught and about to be punished.

"Give us those pictures!" One yelled in German,"or else!"

"No!" protested the photojournalist,"the truth must be heard...y-you can't make me!"

"Very well then," growled a second german officer going into the lycan transition,"prepare to be eaten!"

A large soldier with a green coat and hat lunged towards the poor american who was screaming at the top of his lungs. Just then, Walter leaped down in front of the american and waved his wires around wrapping the green coated soldier by the legs, with one pull the soldier came timbering down to the ground like a tall oak tree. He turned to the photographer and shouted at him to run. The man did just that hiding into a bunch of bushes watching Walter take the three remaining soldiers down hacking thier bodies to pieces with the flick of his wrists. By the time it was over Walter was covered in blood from head to toe. He ran off into the same direction that the american took when he escaped during the fight just as the rest of the soldiers got suspicious.

It was then that Walter was given his very own camera for his heroism.

Now, laying on the couch smoking his cigarette in the room of the hotel, he smoldered his cigarette on the floor with his foot and picked up the camera. There had been alot of neat things to take photographs of. Buildings, the countryside, other soldiers they met along the way. But those things bored him and he needed a challenge. Something that would be REALLY interesting to take a picture of. He tried taking pictures of woman at the burlesque shows. But that got him in trouble. And Arthur didn't hear about it now he was going to hear about it sooner or later.

Just then, Girlycard came through the door putting her tommygun on the bed like it was nothing but a set of car keys. She smelled of pungent ghouls and her coat and dress were smeared in blood, dirt, and gunpowder.

"What a night," she said exhausted,"anything happen while I was gone?"

"No..."

"Okay then," she said taking off her cap,"I am going to take a shower Walter."

Girlycard playfully tossed the cap at Walter and proceeded to enter the bathroom next to the beds. As the water started to run, he could hear Alucard singing. A bit off-key, but nothing too stressfull on the ears.

"Rain drops keep on my head..."

Hmmmm, he thought, I wonder if Alucard is truely 'girly' so to speak...

"But that dosen't mean my eyes will soon be turning reeeeeeeeeeeed...LA LA LA LAAAAAAA-" the voice cracks on a high note-"la la lalalala..."

"Geeze," winced Walter,"I haven't heard a voice go up that high since puberty-wait, does that mean that...'Girly'card...?"

The thought had occured to him once or twice since he started working for Lord Arthur Hellsing. Did Alucard ever "subtract" or "leave" anything behind on him when he became the form of a girl. It was possible. If he could grow breasts, surely, that he could remove his-thingy. Right? How else would he managed to duplicate that feminine tone. But still, then, if he did remove it, would it just...be tucked away. Or-

"Gross!" he stammered,"why the hell am I thinking about this, he is not a hemaphrodite! He is a vampire! Vampires can take the shape of any form they choose-regardless of either gender...still...there is only one way to find out..."

He took his camera and entered the steamy bathroom.

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Inside, the musical voice got louder but never better. All he could make out was a shadowry silouette image of a woman standing with her back to him. But even in that poise it was hard to make out clearly whether Alucard still had his manhood on him or not. He had to get a upclose and personal shot with his sparring partner.

Just as he took another step closer, a tiny being that looked identical to him in chibi form donning wings and a halo appeared before him in a puff of smoke,"Walter C. Dorneaz," he lectured,"what do you think you are doing! This is a invasion of privacy, shame on you!"

"Oh come on, have some fun," poofed a demon-like Walter on the other side of his shoulder,"just take one picture, if Alucard askes just say its lighting or something. Go on, dont be shy."

"Walter no, think about it, would Alucard bother you while you are taking a shower?"

"Actually..." The real answer would probably be yes.

"Nevermind then!" interrupted Angel Walter.

Girlycard was still singing in a very off-key voice.

"Alucard isn't dumb," went on Angel Walter,"okay, maybe sometimes he acts like it, but he isn't dumb enough to fall for something like lighting or bombs going off. That photojournalist gave you that camera to show the rest of the world the turmoils, hardship, and pain that this war is putting on everyone. To be a symbolic messanger. And all you want to do is satisfy your sick gutterfilled couriousity as to whether or not Alucard keeps it-"

"Woah, she is turning herself around!" shouted Devil Angel in lusty awe, who by the way, was staring at the naked silouette image while Angel Walter was lecturing.

"Really! Let me see!" shouted the teenager flinching his right shoulder which knocked Angel Walter off down on the wet tile.

The shadowed figure turned around (in the both Walter's view in sexy slow motion) allowing full view of Girlycard's volumptious bosoms moving forward as her arms raised up to massage shampoo through her hair. The human Walter and Devil Walter were already drooling.

"Sweeeeeeeeeeet..." they drolled in unison like a pair of slobbering dogs.

Human Walter got the camera ready and reached his hand out for the shower curtain.

"Walter! Noooo!" shouted Angel Walter.

The curtain pushed back and Girlycard was in her shimmering nude glory for a brief second before she freaked and tried to cover herself up with her arms as Walter was snapping the pictures at her.

"WHAT THE FUCK WALTER!?" She screamed outloud.

"Woah, she is pissed," freaked Devil Angel,"later!"

And he poofed away in a cloud of red smoke.

Walter didn't have much of a chance to see if Girly's lower extremities were male or female as he was being pulmated by a wave of soaps, conditioners, and shampoo. He dropped the camera and ran out of the bathroom with his arms covering his head hearing a angry red-eyed girl screaming at the top of her lungs about him being a gross pervert.

"No, wait, Alucard I can explain-!"

"Shut up and hold still so I can kill you jerk!" She yelled running naked through the hotel room grabbing the tommygun from off the bed.

"OH SHIT!!!!!!!!"

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Outside the hotel, those that were left wandering around on the war-torn streets stopped and hide from the chaos happening outside the abandoned hotel room. Witnesses that told the stories on War Documentries and thier grandchildren many years later, reported that a naked woman that looked Japanese came out of the old Crincge Hotel room armed with a tommy gun fired it off at a dark-haired fourteen year old boy screaming for his mommy.

FIFTY YEARS LATER...

In the manor, Walter who is much older and more maturer, was folding laundry with the help of his Shoulder Angel. While folding a pair of black pants, a multitude of red eyes appeared on the pants and the slacks lunged at his face wrapping thier legs around his neck and strangling him. He let out a scream and fell to the floor kicking around helplessly.

"INTEGRA!" He screamed

The pants stopped and turned back into a tall dark-haired male vampire in a victorian red overcoat and fine black suit. Staring down at the older man trying to get the breath back into his lungs after nearly being choked to death by a pair of evil black pants.

After twenty minutes of wheezing Walter asked plainly,"So we cool now?"

"Yeah...we're cool." Alucard replied.

The No Life King turned around to walk away from Walter but he stopped suddenly and looked over his shoulder.

"By the way," he said,"yes...yes I do keep it there when I become girlycard. To scare the men away when they hit on me."

"Okay...just wanted to know..." The old retainer coughed.

THE END

LMAO! I guess we will never know if Alucard is "all woman" or "part man" but I thought that was a funny experiment. Since Girlycard was Alucard back in WW2 I always wondered (and if anyone else has as well) if he kept it on or willed it away. And I imagine he would, you know, because of that very reason he mentioned at the end of the story. Thank you and let me know if you have anymore ideas. And those that shared your ideas with me thank you and I will put them in soon enough