Sanctuary to the Lost and Damned

Chapter 26: Günsche

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AN: Sorry for taking so long to update. I do have other stories...and a life.

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Hellsing Manor: 12:47am

Walter moved around the room slowly dusting everything, even if it didn't look like it needed it.

Alfred had already gone to bed.

"Sir, I was wondering if..." Walter turned to face Arthur's direction. He had expected to find that the young aristocrat to be reading the news paper, but instead the man was staring, wide eyed at a young feminine Alucard, who was bent over, 'her' bottom facing towards Arthur.

This version of Alucard was older than the female one he had first met, 22 perhaps, but regardless of how 'she' looked, he knew that it was still Alucard under that exterior.

Walter wondered what Alucard was doing. Had the vampire dropped something? There didn't seem to be anything on the floor. Perhaps Alucard was tying her shoes. Walter took a look towards her feet. She wasn't even touching her shoes laces...she didn't seem to be doing anything but standing bent over.

"Walter..."Arthur spoke.

"Yes, sir." Walter noticed for the first time that Alucard's pink panties were showing.

"It's getting late... You should head off to bed." Arthur suggested. Walter noticed an increase in the man's breathing. Walter also noticed that Arthur had a pillow over his lap. The boy took little notice of either action.

"Sir, If it's alright I'm not really tired, I'd like to stay up a bit longer." Walter glanced over at Alucard's exposed buttocks and pink panties. He wondered briefly if he should, for modesty sake, tell Alucard that her underwear was exposed. Surly she would not want others to see.

"...well..." Walter got the impression that Arthur didn't like this idea. "....Fine." Arthur agreed slowly. Walter noted something in Arthur voice which he had never encountered. "But I wish to be alone the rest of the night. So do not disturb me for any reason. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Sir."

Walter stood by the door waiting for Alucard to follow him out so that Arthur could be alone for the remainder of the evening.

"Is there something else Walter?" Arthur sounded a little impatient, seeming as though he couldn't wait for Walter to leave.

"What about Alucard? I thought that you wanted to be left alone?" the nine year-old boy questioned.

"I want to...That is Alucard and I...we..." Walter noticed Arthur breathing increase more now. "I need to talk with Alucard alone first." Arthur said strangely emphasizing the word talk.

"I see. Thank you sir." Walter said before he left the room.

He thought that he over heard a soft chuckle from the bent figure. It gave him the distinct feeling that despite what he said he didn't truly 'see' what Arthur had meant.

Walter, having nothing to do allowed his feet to take him to the small barn which Arthur had set up for recruit practice.

Walter, figured that since he couldn't sleep and he had no butler duties to attend to, he should practice his wires. He did after all want to beat Alucard one day.

Just when he reached the doors he started to hear voices. Familiar voices these voice he recognized to belong to Hellsing soldiers. He froze.

"All I'm saying is that I didn't sign up for this."

"well they didn't exactly advertise what the Hellsing Organization did, only that we protect England. If that means becoming a monster hunter then so be it."

"That's not it. I can handle the vampires and the ghouls...and I can even handle Alucard...but that Little Freak."

"Wait! You can handle 'the son of the devil?' but you can't take a boy?"

"You weren't there Tom, this little kid is a freak. he killed all the ghouls. All of them!"

Walter's eye's grew wide. Freak? They were talking about him...

"Ya I heard that, but how? How could a kid do that? That's what makes this sound like a sac of shit to me!"

"You think I'm lying? I've never seen so much blood splatter, well expect when Alucard is working. But That kid is....is, he's not 'a kid'. "

"But how did he do that?"

"I don't know how. I just know that one second they were standing, coming towards us, the next they were sliced up. Some looked as diced as chopped onions, I'm telling you!"

"So is he a vampire? Like Alucard?"

"No, that kid can't be a vampire like Alucard, but that kid's still a freak!" said a voice he still couldn't place.

"ya, you saw what he did! In two minutes, two minutes and they were all dead! " another one added.

"The little freak is every bit as creepy as that Alucard." the first one said.

"Is anyone sure that he isn't human?" Inquired another to the group.

"I don't think he is. We know that Sir Arthur already has one monster...so maybe the little kid is just like Alucard. Maybe he doesn't really look like that. I mean we've all seen the little Girlie form that Alucard takes." a fifth voice said. "And the way that Arthur looks at 'her'" he laughed.

"That boy, He's dangerous." said the first voice.

"So is Alucard. But Arthur wouldn't have the boy as his butler if he was dangerous to any member of the Hellsing organization." this was a new voice in the conversation. he, like the other's couldn't place.

"We don't know that! We know that Arthur has some power over Alucard and probably has something over that boy too." said the second voice

"Yes which is why you shouldn't worry." this new voice reassured them.

"But what will happen if that control is lost? What if there are two monsters now. I have a family. I don't want Alucard or that little freak taking us out in our sleep." the soldier had sound very scared by his newfound belief which had placed Walter as a monster in guise of a boy. This young man had joined the Hellsing organization before Alucard had been awaken. He had felt uneasy enough about one vampire the idea of another scared the hell out of him.

"One Monster isn't enough, for Arthur. Now he has to have two. Two freaks mocking the rest of us" said the fifth voice.

"At least it's not three or four." said the third.

The second laughed. "four? Sounds like-"

Walter didn't want to hear anymore. He took-off down the hall, running as fast as he could.

Freak? Monster? Walter's heart raced. Was he a freak? Now that he thought about it he had never met anyone who could do what he could. This nine-year-old boy had always believed that he was special; that this had been a gift from God as his surrogate father, the priest had told him so often.

The boy could already feel tears forming in his eyes as He ran to his room.

Walter sat on his bed. He brought his legs up to his chest. Had he been discarded because of what he could do? Walter thought back to the letter. His mother had described the reason for leaving him to be matters beyond her control. Could the matter beyond her control be that she gave birth to a monster? A monster would always be a monster. Unless....He wondered if a monster could be redeemed. If only he could talk to father Dornez now that's what he would want to know. If he truly were a monster, a creature which, if by chance could not be redeemed, then what difference was he to Alucard? He wanted to fight monsters, not to be one.

He cried. Tears streaked down his face. Was this the reason that people had never liked him? Walter could remember how many of the children had been frightened of him. How many wouldn't let him play with them. They had said that he was weired. It had always hurt him, though this wasn't entirely their imagination. Whenever he'd play with them, Walter was always the winner. The children found quickly that they couldn't enjoy any of their time playing with him. It was like betting on fixed results. When someone asked 'who won.' the answer was always 'Walter did...just like last time and the time before.' This was something which also made Walter equally bored.

He was faster, stronger and had greater agility than the children. On a few occasions some of the children got hurt. Usually nothing more than cuts, scraps and the occasional bruise, but there was this one time that a young hemophiliac boy came to live at he orphanage.

While playing with this new boy, The hemophiliac boy had accidentally tripped and cut himself on a broken bottle in the yard. While the other children had tried to help the boy, by getting a nun or to calm down the scared little boy, Walter had simply sat there watching the crimson life fall from the boy's body. What frightened many of the children was the way that Walter had smiled at the small boy who couldn't stop bleeding. Or how Walter had played in the small puddle of blood after there boy was taken away for treatment. Walter had dipped his fingers into the blood, often taking these fingers to his nose to sniff. There was just something about the way that Blood smelled, the way it felt, how it looked, how it flowed out of the boy's veins and most disturbing to the nuns, how the blood had always tasted as Walter had licked the blood off his fingers without hesitation or regret. It's creamy thick texture tasting as good to Walter as many of the children found chocolate.(1)

Walter had never lied to anyone about the things he enjoyed, even when he named blood to be his favorite treat did he shy away from the questioner. Though it did lose him at least one potential friend.

It wasn't long after then that Walter stopped trying to make friends. He didn't need any friends. Not that he didn't want them, he just didn't want to be around people who he knew would only despise and talk about him behind his back, while smiling at him to his face.

He knew that most already did that, so inviting others in would not improve his life in any way. So as time went by Walter delved into the adult world head-first. Instead of playing he had started reading from the Bible. One day he discovered that he knew it so well that he could correct one of nuns or even Father Dornez, when he had accidentally quoted the wrong disciple.

Walter then moved on to Sherlock Holmes novels by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. This fed both his logical and investigating skills. Though these novels would probably always be his favorite, Walter discovered an American writer by the name of Edgar Allan Poe whose works often sent pleasant tingles down his spine. Walter had once shown the priest one of these books. The priest had been disgusted with the gruesome and bloody material and asked Walter not to read those books anymore.

He didn't know why he enjoyed such things and blood and gore or why the effects of decomposition, or the topic of premature burial should fascinate him so.

He had overheard the nuns speaking to Father Dornez many times about him. While they had never used the words freak or monster their usage of the word 'different' was certainly not in a positive manner. One had even suggested that the boy be sent to another place for the good of everyone.

But Father Dornez that always told the nuns that the oddities in Walter were God's will. Walter had noticed the priest saying this about him for a while. He had told that nuns that of all the places for such a boy to end up, he had been found there on one of the holiest of mornings of the year, and on a Sunday...A day when God himself rested and looked upon the good he had created. The priest made it clear his opinion This was not a mistake. This was God's divine will. Because as mysterious as God's will was, it should still be praised regardless of whether or not it was understood. He had heard the priest tell the mother and the sisters this as many occasions. He had also said that the lord would light the way for Walter, for this black sheep of England.

Now that Walter thought about it, father Dornez was his only supporter, the only man who had faith that he would become something more than a person that others would fear and despise.

Walter imagined that what the priest was thinking when he first mentioned his eavesdropping on the Hellsing soldiers confessions; And when he dropped Walter off there before going to his next assignment.

Walter was sure that the children, nuns and even the 'mother' were glad to see the back of him.

But as much faith as that priest had, he could not deny the look of terror in the man's eyes upon seeing thief that night, with those deep cuts on his body and absolute fear in the thief's eyes as he lost to the young boy. The thief had been on the floor, with a puddle of urine under him. "who are you?" the scared man had asked.

It bothered Walter that one of the Hellsing soldiers had asked nearly the same question. The boy also knew that for these soldiers to be afraid of him, men who had seen vampires and ghouls and perhaps many other demonic entities, meant that he was truly something frightening.

The Hellsing soldiers, the orphanage children, the nuns, the mother, even the priest, who had raised him, had been weary of his talent before coming to believe them as heavenly gifts.

Then there was his mother.....After nine years of life Walter still thought about the one who had given birth to him. Would she be afraid of him? Had this been the reason that his mother had abandoned him? Had she known that he was a freak; had she discarded him for this reason?

Was this the reason why his mother had never come to reclaim him? More tears fell from the boy's eyes. He he been thrown away like some rotten piece of fruit? After all, just like decaying fruit, who would want a freak for a son?

Sobbing, Walter buried his head in his pillow, allowing each tear to be absorbed by the perfect white pillowcase. There he cried until sleep at last took him.

One thought lingered in his mind: 'Who would want a freak for a son?'

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Germany: Berlin

The Baron moved through the crowds of people at an extravagant party.

His daughter walked by his side as gracefully as she could in heels.

Trailing behind them was the werewolf, Albert Schrödinger, who would rather have stayed at the mansion, in his shack with his wife, Siobhan.

Though the baron had decided to point out each and every 'somebody' at the party, neither Rita nor Schrödinger cared to listen.

"....Hermann Göring, commander of the Luftwaffe, and that man is Josef Dietrich he....awarded the...." The baron pointed to another Nazis party member. "He is.....But don't say that too loud.....seems to be with his wife this evening and...."

"Baron!" a tall middle aged man with dark hair greeted the aristocrats. "I wasn't sure if you were coming."

"and this man is Goebbels." The baron introduced the man to his daughter, Rita.

"It has been too long." Goebels replied.

"Yes it had doctor."

"Doctor?" Schrodinger questioned a loud. Excited at comming into contact with another doctor in the crowds of politicans, the scientist started to gab on about scietific study. After several minutes Schrodinger noticed the blank stares of everyone listening; Goebbels included. He stopped talking.

"Schrodinger." the baron said calmily to the werewolf. "Dr Paul Joseph Goebbels is not a medical doctor. He is the Reich Minister of public Enlightenment and Propaganda."

"That's right Herr Schrodinger, I earned a PH.D in literarture. " the man laughed a little. "I haven't the slightest idea what you have just been talking about. I am curiosus to know why you, a man of science, are doing as a guard for the baron."

This question took both the baron and Schrodinger, off gaurd.

"Well," The Baron cleared his throut. "Whenever possible I prefer to have men of many talents in my employ. Having a man who is both a body guard and doctor is very benifical."

"I only require my people to do one job and they usualy do it well." everyone in the small group laughed.

"What do you do Dr?" Schrodinger questioned the minister.

He laughed. "Well as the title suggests, I make people aware of the nessesity of our party. Furermore I serve to filter out the nonesense of our opposition, but also of other unenlightened indiduials who express our enemiy's rampant lies" Goebbels then turned his attention to the Baron's daughter

"Rita? My, I haven't seen you in a long while." Goebbels addressed Rita. "You're turned into a fine young woman. Your father must be proud."

"I am." he smiled at his daughter. "I will be bringing her with me more frequently now."

"I'm glad to hear that Baron." a balding man with glasses, accompanied by another man, walked up to Rita. "After all German flowers should not be kept from the view glorious eyes." He pulled her hands towards him. "I am pleased to meet you once again, Rita Ida Pharus " He kissed it.

Though not attracted to this man, The dark haired woman blushed causing her freckles to stand-out on her face.

" And this gentleman." The Baron said referring to the man beside the balding man, "is General Karl Wolff; he-."

"Aren't you going to introduce me, Baron." the balding man with glasses inquired.

"I only introduce gentlemen to my daughter." he shot a hateful glare.

The balding man ignored the Baron's angry look. "I'm the Reichführer-SS. I head the Schutzstaffle and the police forces of this glorious nation." The man smiled. "My name is Heinrich Luitpold Himmler."

"How are your parents in Darmstadt?"The baron asked Wolff completely ignoring Himmler. As much as the Baron hated this General, he hated Himmler much more.

"Fine."

"Fine?" the baron knew that Himmler would not leave the group so he decided to continue on with the conversation with the General, hopping that Himmler would find some other group to invade and bother. Or if that didn't work, the act of talking with the general prevented Himmler from talking for he would not talk at the same time as as Wolff. Himmler was at least civilized enough to do that.

The baron caught Himmler glance down at the finger where a married woman's ring was to be found.

"I see that your daughter has yet to be wed. Has she any suitors?" Himmler inquired.

"More than enough." the baron stressed his words. "How is your wife?" he directly addressed Himmler for the first time that night.

"Oh...she is well."

"And your daughter? Gudrun is it?"

"They are both at home" Himmler said.

"Pity." the Baron said coolly, "You'll have to bring them next time, so that we can all meet them."

The Baron had to fight not to clench his jaw, hard. Himmler was was an audacious man. The way he strode up to the group and in front of everyone flirted with his daughter of all woman, more to the point a woman half his age, while his wife and daughter sit at home completely oblivious to his disrespectful actions.

The baron sighted Adalgisa von Estorff, the grand daughter of a general of the great war which had happened 20 years prior. She was also a woman around the same age as his daughter.

"Rita." he addressed his daughter, "Why don't you talk with Adalgisa. Let us men talk about some boring matters."

The baron watched her nod her head in agreement before quickly leaving the circle. He then gave Schrödinger a look which told the werewolf to go with her.

"Is there a reason that you have graced us with your...presence?" asked the baron, his words dripping with sarcasm.

Himmler looked a bit confused. "There is...Montana Max has told m-"Himmler's face then changed to a smile as his eyes fell on someone over the baron's shoulder. "Ah Montana! Such good timing."

The baron looked over his shoulder to see the fat man quickly approaching the group. The Nazi soldier was not dressed as he had been the last time the aristocrat had seen him. Now this fat man wore the black uniform of the SS.

When the baron saw this he knew exactly what it meant. Max now worked under the command of Himmler. It stung the baron's pride to know that Montana would join Himmler's branch knowing of the many disagreements which the baron had had with it's head. More so when he wondered how much of Max's loyalty still belonged to his family.

"Hello, Montana." Wolff greeted the short man. "I didn't realize that you transfered."

"It is a recent event General. I believe that I can offer more to this war in this division."

Hans eyed the group of men. They were all wealthy individuals who he guessed looked down at everyone, even him...well not physically as he was more than a foot taller than any of them.

The werewolf's eyes spent a lot of time on Wolff and Himmler. He could still recall the first time he saw Wolff had been outside General's office in the Reichstag. It was then that he had first formally met Montana Max. As for Himmler, the werewolf had been accompanying Max on the many occasions in which the fat man had met with SS head.

"And the baron has also decided to help the war effort. It seems that the baron will be contributing some of his servants." Himmler said to the group, " Montana has told me that they are all fine strong men. He has asked that many be put into my special unit." a pleasant smile appeared on Himmler's face. "I must say, this action does surprise me."

The baron stood in his place, sweltering in his growing anger. He felt more than ever a sting of Max's betrayal. It was one thing to join up with as opposing person, even this should have not been done with his permission, at least that how it used to be. The next was if the baron was hearing correctly, Montana had just volunteered his werewolves to to be used by Himmler, a man, who opposed him at ever turn, a man who despite having a wife and child had a recent habit of trying to court his daughter.

But now was not the place or time, to explode.

"Who is your adjutant?" Goebbels asked Montana Max referring to the enomus blond 'man' standing by him. "I have seen him with the Baron before. Is he your servant or the baron's?"

"He's mine." the baron answered sternly.

"...and his name."

"His name is Hans." Baron asnwered quickly hoping to move on with the conversation

The group of men stood silent.

"Is there more?" Goebbels inquired voicing what the other men were also curious about.

"More?"

"Another name..."

The baron didn't know what to say. Everyone, including himself had always called the werewolf Hans, and befroe that they had called him 'the silent one.'

"A famly name.... like von Lossow, Hess, Lenk, Graf, Pöhner, Weber, Kriebel, Rossbach – von -"

"Günsche." Montana Max supplied. "Hans Günsche."

"Günsche?" Himmler said tasting the name. "Any relation to Otto Günsche?" Everyone looked towards an average man standing with their Führer. With the exception of the silent werewolf, they knew the man to be Adolf Hitler's personal military adjutant.

"A distant one I think." Montana Max lied.

"You'll have to forgive us gentlemen." The Baron adressed the group, "but Montana and I have something to discuss." his eyes narrowed at the fat blond man.

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The baron took Montana max to his lavish hotel room. The large hotel room was five times the size of Montana Max's apartment. It had two bedrooms, a dinning area and a space for entertaining. Three living areas each with a set of doors closing them off.

"We need to be alone." the baron told Montana Max. "Stay here." he addressed Hans as one would a dog.

The aristocrat led the fat soldier into a separate room of the large suit and closed the doors.

Hans stood there for a moment. Wet and dripping all over the carpet. While he had been holding the two umbrellas, one in each hand, over the two powerful men, the werewolf had been unable to protect himself from the rain.

Having decided that they would be busy talking for a while, he removed his coat. Soon realizing that his shirt underneath was also wet. He removed that too. Finding a dry patch on the shirt he used it to dry his hair. He hung both over the heater. Next Hans turned his attention to his pants. He was hesitate to remove his pants more than any other item of clothing. But the werewolf reasoned that since both Montana Max and The Baron were men, there was nothing he had that they had never seen before. Plus he didn't want to sit around in wet clothing while the two blond men talk in the other room. He removed his pants and hung it with his shirt and coat.

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Hans stood in an empty bedroom, no doubt meant for any of the baron's guests.

After an hour. Han heard the door open. He heard talking.

"Oh God does that man ever shut up!" the werewolf instantly recognized Rita's voice. "that man's drones on about nothing! Nothing! no wonder so many people needed to do something else when they saw the idiot!"

"I think they call that an occupational hazard, mistress." replied the voice of Schrödinger.

"Ja. Get me my nightclothes."

"Yes, Mistress." obediently Schrödinger did as he was commanded.

Next Hans heard the sound of running water.

The door to the room where Hans was, suddenly opened.

Hans watched as Schrödinger went to the dresser and opened a drawer. He then pulled some clothing out of it.

Albert did not notice Hans until the younger werewolf went to put these items on the bed.

The sight of Hans in Rita's room was a shock to the werewolf.

"Hans! What are you doing in here?"

Hans did not answer the younger werewolf. He just looked at Albert with the same non-expression that he usually did.

"Schrödinger!" Rita called the younger werewolf in that demanding tone she often used on the servants.

"Coming mistress."Albert called to her. He then held up one finger to Hans. "I'll be back in one minute."

Albert grabbed the clothing and exited out the door. Moments later he returned. By this time Hans had moved from the window to the bed.

He sat down on the bed with Hans.

"I did not expect to see you here....Where have you been? I've missed you being around." Hans could hear the sincerity in his voice. "Siobhan has missed you more though. She has been worrying and it isn't good for someone in her condition to be worrying so-"Albert recognized a glint of concern in Hans' eyes. Then he considered that Hans didn't know. "No one has told you have they....?"

Hans watched as Albert's Solemn expression disappeared and was replaced by one of excitement.

"Something wonderful has happened Hans." Schrödinger now resembled an excited child in his behavior. "Siobhan is pregnant!"

Hans considered this. Siobhan...pregnant....he was glad for her. Very happy that despite what has happened to her in her life she was still able to marry and now to have a family. Though The older werewolf wondered what having another Schrödinger around would be like, he believed that this would indeed be a blessing.

Schrödinger jumped up on the bed and leaned back. "I wonder if it is a boy or girl?" he mused.

Hans wonder about the same thing. He knew that she would love the child regardless of it's sex, but she had told him once long ago that she wanted to have a daughter someday.

"Well," Albert sighed. "I guess I'll fill ya in on what you have missed. Gleeson he-"

"Schrödinger!!" Rita yelled at the werewolf. She appeared in the door way in a bath robe. "Didn't you hear me calling I ....." Rita saw Hans on her bed in nothing more than a pair of underwear.

"Hans....." she was shocked, pleasantly so, since she had not seen this werewolf for the past 4 months.

Though the silent werewolf did not show it he too was surprised to see her. He had not seen her at the party with her father and had no reason to believe that she had accompanied her father to Berlin.

Her blue eyes scanned Han's athletic body. Her eyes falling one each muscle before her gaze started to drift to the one region which she knew that he had forbade her to touch... again. The more she looked at him half naked on her bed the more she liked what she saw. She smiled.

She thought that if Schrödinger wasn't there it would have been better...even better if she knew that she was completely alone with the werewolf. Then again she knew that Schrödinger could be bribed...

The doors of the secluded siting room slammed open. Though only the werewolves seemed to notice. Her head did not turn to the now open doors as Schrödinger might have predicted, but were instead remained fixed on Hans.

"You can be very unreasonable!" Montana Max said calmly to the baron.

"Unreasonable? No. You are being an ungrateful brat."

"Brat? Ungrateful? You called me here. I have come all the way from Africa for you."

"To assist me! Now you come into my home, as temporary as it will be, and want me to hand over everything to you. I have not spent a decade and a great deal of money to surrender it all to you."

"I did not ask you for complete dominion, only that you allow me to take the reigns of the new project. It is I, who has the permission from the Fuhrer to run this task after all."

"NO!"

"You forget that I introduced you to the doctor." Montana reminded the baron.

"You forget that I, I have been paying for him to work; not you!"

"Money is a wonderful tool baron," Max said very smoothly, "but without MY influence the Führer

would not have looked at you. You were simply one aristocrat among so very many."

The baron clenched his teeth.

"Good evening Fräulein." Montana Max greeted Rita who was still standing outside her room.

For the first time the Baron realized his daughter was there. More importantly he saw her state of dress or rather lack thereof. "I didn't know you returned. Why are you..." the baron said as to moved to her side as he made to escort her into the room, where she was pleasantly staring into, and away from his argument with the soldier. He then gasped as he peered into her bedroom.

Nearly causing a heart attack he saw the werewolf Hans half-naked on his daughter's bed.

"Hans! What the hell are you doing in my daughter's bedroom...on her bed! Where the hell are the rest of your clothes? Out out here now!"

Hans got up from the bed. With Rita's eyes following him the entire way. He stood beside the baron.

Seeing this the baron covered her eyes. "You mustn't look Rita."

"Sir..." Schrödinger began timidly "I don't think that Hans knew that this was the mistresses room...."

"Schrödinger! What are you doing in here?" It only bothered the baron more to discover Schrödinger on his daughter's bed as well.

"Sorry, Master......I...." in hindsight Schrödinger could see how this could be misconstrued. He had only wanted to have a chat with his friend. The younger werewolf felt a bit worse for Hans who had not a clue whose room this was.

"My my Fräulein, two men in your bed. How exciting. I'm sure that Siobhan would be interested to hear about this though." Montana Max mused, including himself in the conversation.

This however turned out to be a bad plan as it reminded the Baron of Max's presence. "Keep out of it. This is my business, Montana; not yours."

"Anything having to do with these werewolves is my business."

"Your assistance with the werewolves was helpful but they are mine. Do not forget that!"

"Assistance? You are an ignorant aristocrat with little true knowledge of the supernatural. I doubt that you even know the difference between a poltergeist and a disembodied spirit."

"Leave!" The baron demanded pointing to the door.

Montana pulled boots and his coat on. The werewolf now known as Hans Günsche, took this as a signal to follow the fat man. After Hans had his clothes back on, thankful that they were a great deal drier than he would have expected, he preceded to slip his outdoor gear on too.

"And where do you think that you are going?" The baron asked.

"Did you not ask me to leave?" Max asked.

"I wasn't talking to you Montana." the Baron removed his hand from his daughter's eyes. She immediately looked to Hans who, much to her disappointment, was already clothed. He pointed to Hans. "I was talking to that beast." Hans eyes locked onto the Baron's blue ones. "You are mine. You belong to me not him." The baron pointed at the fat blond man.

The words Mine and belong carved deep into Hans pride. The words were reminders that his life was not his own. That he was, in the baron's eyes little more than an intelligent beast.

"But Baron, did you not say that I could keep until I found my own body guard?" Max asked in a patronizing tone.

"Right now, Montana, I don't care if you die in the hall outside this suite. Just Get out."

"It's a shame that you'd let something like politics get in the way of our friendship. I will leave, but we will meet again, hopefully soon, and then this matter will be settled. Until then Auf Wiedersehen Baron van Winkle."(2)

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AN: I am not a supporter of Nazism or their ideals. I do not do any of this to glorify Nazism.

Info: Himmler was one of the most powerful men in the Nazi party and one of the most nefarious men in human history. He was the head of the both the Schutzstaffel (SS) and the gestapo (secret police).

Himmler coordinated the killing of millions of Jews and other 'undesirables.'

The man was named 'Greatest Mass Murderer of All Time' by a German news magazine. Interestingly his own father once called him a 'born criminal.'

I'm not going to write the man's biography...I don't know much about him. I had to look a bunch of stuff up for this chapter.

(1) – I've read that children can develop a taste for foods which their mother ate during pregnancy and also through breastfeeding. So it makes sense to me that he should enjoy the taste of blood.

(2)- Auf Wiedersehen means Goodbye in German.

Oh and in case someone didn't catch this fact: the baron's daughter is RIP van Winkle. The first hint of this aside of the hair, which unless I have made a s/he or something should be black. (Her father is the one with blond hair.), is the fact that her family is identified as aristocrats (her father's a Baron). The van or von part in front of a surname name historically has meant aristocracy. But unless you are aware of this fact, there would be no way to see the connection.

I tip my hat to anyone who has already figured out Rita's identity. I was waiting for someone to ask. Thanks graypheonix for the question.

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Preview of the next chapter: The Mystery Letter

Walter pretended to throw the letter out, but when the old butler wasn't looking, he quickly stuffed it into his pocket.

He wanted to know who would continue sending letters, even though no one had responded to any for many years.

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