Chapter 5: George goes to school

Walter tied the little blue bow tie around George’s neck for the third time. And once again, she snatched it and tossed it in the old butler’s face.

“Young one, you must wear your uniform.” Walter demanded firmly, holding out the little blue strip of cloth.

“NO! I want one like master!!” George hissed, her voice rising to punctuate the last word, the Romanian inflection grating in her young voice.

“English please, George.” Walter pleaded, his frustration becoming apparent.

“NO!” George declared, once again using Romanian to annoy her elderly uncle.

“Your mother, Sir Integra, is going to punish you for being naughty George. Is that want you want?”

The little five year old girl growled before her blue eyes flashed red and Walter went flying across the room.

“I don’t give a damn! I’m not afraid of Sir!” She declared, defiantly before a dark chill ran down her spine.

“Really? Such a bold statement from such a little body, my little monster.” Alucard’s deep voice rumbled, as he bled through the wall from the shadow.

“Master!” George cried excitedly, latching onto one of his long legs. “Master, tell Uncle Walter he is being an ass. I won’t wear the ugly tie. I want one like yours.”

“Alucard,” Walter groaned, getting up off the dark burgundy carpeted floor. “Do I even want to know what she is saying?” Walter asked, holding out the bow tie to the ancient vampire.

“No, you don’t.” he smirked, taking the tie.

Alucard watched with slight anger as his old friend pulled himself up off the floor. But worse than George’s behavior, was George’s language. His left hand reached down with un-seeable speed and he grabbed George by the collar of her white uniform shirt. He held her up before him and looked her dead in the eyes. His eyes burned blood red as he spoke to her.

“George, you are not to harm Walter in any way, shape, or form, and your vocabulary is unbecoming. You will correct these problems, am I understood?” he growled forcefully, as he gave her a shake for good measure.

George just dangled from his grasp and cowered.

“Yes, master.”

“Now, let us go and see what you mother has to say about this.”

Alucard carried George to Integra’s office and the little girl growled and kicked trying to get down the whole way. When he got to Integra’s office, he found her on the phone. Anger and annoyance was etched into her face and voice as she spoke.

“Yes, Sir Edmonds. No, Sir Edmonds. That won’t be necessary, Sir Edmonds. I am quiet capable of….No, Sir Edmonds, her father does. Good day, Sir Edmonds.”

An amused smirk spread across Alucard’s face as he watched his master slam the phone down on the receiver. Integra didn’t even acknowledge his presence as he stood there. She just “informed” him of the situation.

“Arrogant bastard! Just because I’m a woman, with a child, they think me incapable of running the organization and raising a child. They think my work will suffer and are “kindly” offering to take over my organizational duties until George turns eighteen.”

“Are they really?” chuckled Alucard.

George just rolled her eyes as she dangled from Alucard’s grasp. When her mother and father were together, sometimes they had a tendency to forget all else.

“Ah hem.” said George, plainly.

The faster they remembered her, the faster she could get back on the ground. Alucard just started chuckling as he held George up for Integra to see.

“Master, we have a problem with our little monster this morning.”

“Alucard, when don’t we?” Integra asked seriously, lifting her face from her work to glare at the little blonde child. “Now George, tell me why Alucard had to drag you into my office kicking and screaming...again.”

“I don’t know. I haven’t done anything.”

Alucard’s right hand bonked her on the head for the lie.

“You are never to lie to your mother. You are only allowed to lie when you are helping me, understand little Monster.” Alucard commanded, while George rubbed the sore spot on her head.

“English please, George.” Integra ordered, feeling the headache already forming behind her eyes. “I blame for you for this Alucard.”

“I blame you for this uniform, Sir. It’s so damn ugly.” George whined, squirming in Alucard’s grip again.

“I blame you for her mouth.” Alucard responded, holding out the tie to Integra. “Her vocabulary is completely unsuitable for a child her age.”

“That’s your fault. You’re the one who taught her Romanian Alucard.” Integra mused, with a smirk that reached her twinkling eyes.

“Integra, if you stop swearing, she’ll stop swearing.”

“I doubt that.” said Integra, standing up and coming around her desk to confront them.

“RRAAGGHH! growled George, still trying to get out of Alucard’s grip.

Integra shifted her annoyed gaze from Alucard to George.

“What is wrong with the tie, George? It looks fine to me and is mandatory for one in your grade.” said Integra, taking the tie from Alucard and tying it around George’s neck.

“I want one like Master’s! I want a black one!” George yelled, flailing four feet off the ground.

“George, you already have a white shirt like Alucard’s, a red coat like Alucard’s, and black pants like Alucard’s. Now wear the tie or I’ll lock you in the closet.” Integra threatened, the child wriggling desperately to escape.

“INK, HELP!!” George yelled.

Then a howl erupted and the giant black Doberman-ish beast leapt though the wall and snagged George from Alucard.

“I’m not wearing that damn tie!” The blonde declared, ripping the tie off and throwing it to the floor, as she sat astride her trusty beast, and then he melted through the floor.

“WHY THE HELL DID YOU GIVE HER THAT BLOODY DOG, YOU LIMEY BASTARD?!” Integra screamed, at a laughing Alucard. “Don’t just stand there laughing, do…”

Just then the phone rang again and Integra growled with rage as she went to answer it.

“NOW BLOODY WHAT?!”

The Vampire continued to laugh as one defiant blonde was running from her problems, while the other defiant blonde went to challenge them head on; both of them swearing up a storm as they did. He melted through the floor to give chase to his daughter.

“Ink, go! Go faster!” George commanded her dog as they sped through the cellars at incredible speed.

However, just when she thought they were free and clear, they slammed right into Alucard and George went flying into his arms.

“Damn it, Master.” George hissed, once again trapped by her collar.

Alucard slapped George. George’s eyes went wide with surprise and hurt.

“What did I tell you about your language, George?” He growled, his eyes once again flashing red.

George hung her head sheepishly. Alucard mentally willed a hand to reach out of the wall. He hung George upon it like a picture on a hook as he spoke to her.

“Now, you are going to school. Do you think I would allow my little monster to grow up a fool?”

“I don’t need school! I want to be strong!” she scowled at him defiantly.

“Do you think the most powerful people in history were fools? Strategy and intelligence is very important for the conquering of enemies and continents.”

The little girl glared unconvinced into the glittery red eyes.

“Well, perhaps what you need is a reward to make it worth your while.” Alucard suggested grinning with mischief. George’s eyes lit up as interest painted over her anger.

“If you go to school, I will train you to be a great fighter.”

“Really Master?” George asked excitedly, praying that he was telling the truth.

Alucard nodded, his fangs glinting with an insane grin.

“But you must go to school from now on and learn what you can.”

George nodded her promise.

“And while at school, you will speak only English, understood?” he asked, as he quickly lowered her to the ground.

“Yes, master.” George readily agreed as her feet finally hit the ground again.

And almost as soon as her feet touched the ground, she ran up the stairs and right through the front door without even bothering to open it.

“I hope she doesn’t do that in school.” Alucard chuckled, vanishing from the cellar himself.

HELLSING HELLSING

“Now George, are you going to behave yourself?” Walter asked skeptically, peeking in the rear view mirror at the little girl in the back seat of the Martin.

The white stone gates of the Anderson Academy for Girls gleamed as they drove up and George nodded.

“I’ll make master proud, Uncle Walter.” George tossed behind her, as she ran through the gate and got into line with the other girls wearing the blue ties of her grade.

Walter shook his head with a sigh.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think she was almost normal.” Walter mused as he returned to the car.

With that, Walter sped off, returning to the Manor. As he went, he wondered how long George would last among normal children. And what would happen if one of them pissed her off.

HELLSING HELLSING

“Alright class, I am Ms. Franks. It’s nice to meet all of you. I’m going to teach you all kinds of fun things okay.” the teacher beamed brightly.

George groaned and slumped in her chair.

“Honestly, there’s no need to talk down to us just because we’re kids.” thought George, with disgust.

“But, first I need to know who all of you are. So please stand up and tell me your name.”

The girl unlucky enough to be in the front seat stood up. She was nearly shaking in her cute little blue boots.

“Iiii…iiii am Vvvv…eee…ro…nii…i.ca …green, nice ttttt….to mmmeee …meet yuyu .. you.”

A few of the meaner children laughed at her stuttering voice. The teacher checked her name off in the little brown roll book. Veronica dropped back into her seat, face red, and she looked close to tears.

‘What’s with her?’ George mentally asked, as the other students gave their names to be checked off. Then it was her turn.

“I am George Hellsing.” She said curtly, before sitting back down to silently dread the rest of class.

“Uhm, I don’t have a George Hellsing. I only have Angelina Hellsing. Is George your nickname?”

“What the he…”

George stopped herself. Master would not have approved of her next word.

“My name is George! Where did you get Angelina?!”

The teacher stood. It was best to nip problem children in the bud.

“Angelina is what I have. So Angelina is what I’ll call you. Do you understand…Angelina Hellsing?”

“No! My name is George and that is what I answer to. Do YOU understand, Ms. Frank?”

Ms. Franks glared at George and marched to her desk. She grabbed the defiant blonde by the arm. That was the biggest mistake of her life. George’s eyes flashed red and Ms. Frank went sprawling her frilly white skirt flying up exposing her pink lace panties to the room. Several girls gasped and the boys all snickered. George snarled as she heard two of them sing “I see London, I see France”.

“My. Name. Is. George.” She hissed, no one noticing the faintest tinge of red still in her eyes.

“Of course, George, there must be a mistake in the roll book. I’ll change it.” Ms. Frank stated, pulling herself up of the floor and straightening out her dress. “I must have tripped on the carpet. I will speak to the headmistress about fixing it.”

Ms. Frank returned to her desk apparently unaware of anything that had just happened. Finally, the girl behind her stood up to recite her name and class continued.

“I am Olivia Alexandria Renee Claymore,” she declared, as if that should mean something.

And if the gasp from the other children were any indication it did. She flipped her shiny red hair and the frilly black ribbons in her curly ponytails flowed like air blown dandelions. All of the other girls cooed in envy, all accept George who rolled her eyes at her.

“Pride goeth before a fall, Olivia.” smirked George, as her blue eyes flashed red.

Olivia’s chair moved four centimeters backward and Olivia cried as her butt missed the chair and hit the floor. All the kids laughed at her and George gave a sigh of joy in an otherwise rotten day.

Then class began in earnest then.

HELLSING

“Alright class, one more time.” Ms. Frank said, before pressing play on the little stereo by her desk.

The empty hiss of the tape skipping drawled before ….A B C D E F G ...”

‘Please God, kill me now. It will be less painful than dying of boredom. Just one lightning bolt, please.’ George silently begged, on what had to be near her thirtieth run through the horrible alphabet song.

She bashed her head softly on her desk, and then finally, thankfully, the alphabet music stopped.

“Good work class, now who thinks they can do it by themselves?”

Olivia eagerly raised her hand. Mrs. Frank called her forward and she sneered at George before stepping up to the front of the classroom.

“A B C D E F G….” her high soprano voice rang out.

Everyone gasped when they heard her. It was beautiful, fluty, and clear, like an opera singer. “Q R S TU V … W X Y and Z.” She stared pointedly at George with an irritatingly adorable smile “next time won’t you sing with me.”

“Sing, no.” growled George to herself. “Torture slowly to death, yes.”

“Wonderful Olivia, I didn’t know I had such a gifted student.” Ms. Frank exclaimed, before placing a gold star sticker by Olivia’s name in the roll book. “You deserve a reward.”

Olivia nodded smugly before returning to her seat and she stuck her tongue out at George as she passed by her.

“Now class, we are going to learn to write our ABCs too. Isn’t that exciting?” Ms. Frank piped, handing out the worksheets with the perforated guidelines of the alphabet.

‘Why master? If you wanted me to die, you could have eaten me. WHY?!’ moaned George, with great displeasure.

George picked up her chubby pencil, expertly filled in the lines, and then put her head down. She knew the alphabet. She even knew it in Romanian with the funny squiggly lines. Uncle Walter’s homework was much more stimulating than this asinine, mindlessly, repetitive, bull…crap.

“George, this is not nap time. You have work to do.” Ms. Frank warned, grabbing George’s paper.

She grew silent and her eyes widened as she looked over George’s paper.

“This is amazing, George. Where did you learn to write this well? You can even do your own name.” The teacher exclaimed proudly holding up George’s paper. “You deserve a gold start too.”

“My uncle Walter taught me to write.” George muttered, her chin on her folded hands.

Ms. Frank took the paper to her desk and stamped it with a star and placed a gold star by George’s name in the book. Olivia glared back at George… livid. George ignored her and closed her eyes.

‘What is with little miss ponytails, anyway?’ George thought absently, as the teacher buzzed around the room helping the normal students with their work. Then she picked up Olivia’s paper.

“What is this Olivia?” Ms. Frank asked, disappointedly looking at the little squiggles and circles.

“The Latin Alphabet.” Olivia declared, proudly waiting for her reward.

“Olivia, I do not tolerate lying. If you needed help, you should have asked me. Now erase this doodling and write your Alphabet.”

Olivia turned as red as her hair and angrily took her paper back. She filled in the lines with the English Alphabet and turned it back in.

“Well done Olivia, you write just as well as George does. Why didn’t you do this before?” Ms. Frank stated, placing that paper in her tray with the others.

Olivia silently fumed with her defeat and just continued to pay rapt attention, as Ms. Frank went back to the board and started writing out the letters for those of the class that were slower to learn. George soon fell asleep from boredom, but was awakened by the sound of a grating bell ripping through the quiet classroom.

“Okay, it is lunch time everyone and since the two of them did so well this morning, I am making Olivia the line leader for today and George, you can be my big helper today okay.”

Olivia grinned and took her purple lunchbox with the white butterfly to the front of the line. She got the nametag that said ‘line leader’ and George yawned with indifference as she fell into step behind her.

‘That is where you belong, little Hellsing swine, behind me.’ Olivia grinned smugly.

As they navigated the halls, Olivia cast leering green eyes on George, every so often, behind the teacher’s back. However, when George was showed no reaction to her victory, it infuriated her. She should be fuming. She should be squirming in her shoes.

George took up the lunch money for Ms. Frank and turned it in to the lunch lady. Then she took her seat next to the mousey Veronica and opened her red lunchbox with the black cross. George blanched when she saw the chicken salad sandwich with mayo.

“I hate mayo.” She muttered, grabbing her bag of chips.

Sighing, she looked at Veronica out of the corner of her eye.

“Hey, is that bologna and ketchup?”

Veronica squeaked in surprised that someone would speak to her. Then she nodded with barely any motion at all.

“Do you want to trade? I have chicken salad.” bartered George.

Veronica easily complied handing over her sandwich. George smiled as she licked the thick dribble of ketchup off her lips.

“Uhhhhm, GGG….Geee… George ddd….do you…wwwaaaw…want to come…ttt to...mu mu mu… my party?”

“A party?” George asked, and received a curt nod at her response.

George didn’t mind. Veronica was funny in a quiet way and she easily got her point across even without using her stuttering untrustworthy voice.

“Where do you live?”

Veronica pulled an invitation with balloons on it out of her little Barbie backpack and handed it to George. The little blonde squinted mentally sounding out the long words.

“Wwww Waltcrest Circle, right?”

Veronica nodded, her shock and respect written in bold on her face.

George stabbed her Caprisun juice pack before returning Veronica’s nod.

“Sure, I’ll come.”

Veronica smiled before sipping her own apple juice. George miraculously had made a friend.

HELLSING HELLSING

However, George’s improved mood was not to last. After snack, they went out to recess. George was drawing on the blacktop with Veronica, minding her own business, when Olivia stepped up behind her.

“Hey George, can I as you something?” Olivia asked smiling.

George took a deep breath before turning around.

“What do you want, carrot top?” George asked, glaring at Olivia.

Everything about the girl annoyed George from the black ribbons in her long fluffy red hair to her shiny black shoes. Olivia ignored the slight and sneered slightly at George.

“Are you really a girl? I mean George is a boy’s name.” Olivia stated jokingly, pointing towards George.

“I am a girl. I’m named after the story book, Curious George.” The blonde explained, trying to not let Olivia grate on her nerves.

“I’m not so sure. You look like a boy to me.” Olivia said, touching a finger to her chin quizzically. “But I am sure about one thing though. Your mother is a Protestant harlot.” Olivia hissed.

“What?!” George exclaimed, her eyes narrowing at Olivia. “Repeat that, because I know I heard you wrong!”

Olivia grinned, manically laughing at her blonde enemy, as the other kids gathered with the eclectic sense of an impending fight.

“Your mother is a Protestant harlot.” Olivia laughed, as she skipped around and around George, turning her declaration into a mantra. “Your mother is a harlot. Your mother is a harlot. Your mother is a harlot.”

“Damn you to hell, you little tart!” George growled, before balling up her fist and punching Olivia in the face.

Olivia stumbled backward; George sped in and finished her off by slamming her fist again into Olivia’s pouty little mouth.

“If you think Sir is a harlot, then you’re damned looney!” George spat, as Olivia fell back onto the blacktop and started bawling. “And if you ever insult my mother again you Gaoaza, I swear that they will never find your body!”

“Fight, fight, fight!” chanted the other kids.

George grinned, ripped her ugly blue tie off, and threw in Olivia’s face. Then she pulled out one of Olivia’s ribbons from her hair and tied it around her neck.

Over and under, and then through the loop’ George reminded herself, as she replaced her tie with the ribbon.

“There,” smiled George, in victory. “Just like master’s.”

Olivia continued to bawl on the ground, her tongue soothing her swollen fat lip, as her tears fell.

“George Hellsing, you are way out of line!!” Ms. Frank yelled, running across the playground.

The other kids scattered and ran, so as not to get caught.

“Come with me to the headmistress’ office right now. You too Miss Olivia.” Ms. Frank frowned at George, before picking Olivia up of the ground.

She cradled the little girl on her shoulder and the crying instantly stopped. Olivia sneered proudly over that shoulder at George and she silently mouthed two words.

“I win.”

George silently fumed, as she was led back into the building and into the Headmistress office.

“I am sorry Miss Hellsing, but I am going to have to call your mother.”

George cringed in her wooden chair, as she thought about the punishment her mother would have for her when she came home.

HELLSING HELLSING

Integra Hellsing was in bliss. She had a hot cup of tea on the little stand by her favorite reclining chair and she had her newspaper. Alucard was asleep in the cellars and George was in school. Seras was training the Wild Geese and Walter was downstairs preparing her lunch.

“AAHHHH” Integra sighed, blowing out a wispy plume of cigar smoke.

She flipped the page of her paper and crossed her legs. Moments like this were miracles. Integra cracked a rare smile, as she turned to the comics page. It had one of her favorite old strips, Grumby. She had read it as a kid every Tuesday. She tapped her cigar on the ashtray and took a sip of the rich Earl Grey black tea that she loved. Unfortunately, her little Eden was crushed when her phone rang.

“What is it now?” She groaned, eyeing the phone on her little table warily.

Its shrill ring ripped again through her blissfully quiet sanctuary. She was going to ignore it. It would stop ringing and then she could go back to her peaceful repose. But then she remembered George…in school…with normal kids. The phone rang again and reluctantly she answered it.

“Hello, Hellsing Residence, Integra Hellsing speaking.”

When the Academy head mistress Mrs. Graham answered, she knew she shouldn’t have answered.

“She did what!?... and cursing?”

Integra growled, maybe Alucard was right about that. She hated it when he was right. He was always so smug about it.

“I’ll get her and speak to you, when I come to pick her up Mrs. Graham.”

Integra glanced at the clock across from her. It was one o’clock that gave her two hours to clean out George’s closet, so that there was enough room to lock her in it.

“Walter!” Integra bellowed, leaving the den and heading for the stairs. “Walter, I need your help with something.”

HELLSING HELLSING

George sat on the hardwood chair, livid. Sir was coming to get her soon and talk to the headmistress. She passed the time by thinking of ways she could kill Olivia slowly. She had no idea how long she had been waiting, but her favorite fantasy of feeding Olivia to Alucard’s familiars was interrupted when Sir finally arrived. The headmistress’ secretary glared at Integra.

“George, you have a lot of explaining to do when we get home.” Integra hissed angrily, at the little blonde. Then she nodded and George got up. “Hello, I am Sir Integra Hellsing, George’s mother. Mrs. Graham wishes to see me.”

“The headmistress wants to speak to you about George’s behavior and what needs to be done in order to correct it.” Integra nodded, as the old angry looking secretary pressed the buzzer on her desk. “Mrs. Hellsing is here.”

The door opened and out steeped Mrs. Graham in her tailored navy suit, looking old, superior, and ‘holier than thou’.

“Mrs. Hellsing, please step into my office, I have to speak with you.”

Integra complied and entered the stolid office of education and correction.

“I am Sir Hellsing, not Mrs. Hellsing. I am not married Mrs. Graham.” corrected Integra.

The headmistress eyed Integra with slight disdain after that statement.

“Well, we are here to speak on George’s behavior, not yours. However, you are setting a poor example for her. Perhaps the lack of contact with her father is causing her to act out. Problem children often seek attention…”

“Mrs. Graham, you know nothing about me nor my family and I would appreciate it if you would stop pretending like you do. George has daily contact with her father. He lives with us. Now what exactly did George do?”

“You mean you live with the man that sired George, but you are not married to him. Excuse me Ms. Hellsing, but your………….”

Integra interrupted the grey haired headmistress.

“I am Sir Integra Hellsing, and if you cannot address me by my title, then I will not speak with you. As that my relationship with her father is none of your business, shall we get back to what is, George’s behavior at school.”

“Well anyway, “SIR” Hellsing, your daughter assaulted another student named Olivia for no reason and……”

“Like hell I did! That is a lie and you sure and goddamned well know it!!” George yelled at the headmistress.

Integra shot George an acidic glance and the younger blonde took the hint. She immediately closed her mouth and silently prayed for the painful death of the head mistress.

“There is also a problem with her vocabulary. I can only assume she learned such behavior from you. The apple never falls far from the tree.”

Integra ignored the slight and listened to George’s side of the story.

“Well Mrs. Graham, I believe her. George is …energetic and a bit wild, but she is in no way violent without a reason.” Integra stood up in George’s defense. “Futhermore, this other little girl was being antagonistic towards George for no reason and according to George she called me a Protestant harlot. That seems like a good reason to me to physically correct her.” Integra stood and George followed suit. “However, I will take action to ensure that this never happens again Mrs. Graham.”

“See that you do Sir Hellsing, possible by setting a better example yourself.”

Integra pushed George out of the office and gritted her teeth. She really hated that headmistress.

HELLSING HELLSING

Alucard awoke suddenly to an earsplitting scream from George. His eyes burned the color of blood and his enraged roar soon joined her banshee-like screaming. In a flash of emptiness, he was standing outside the door she was barricaded behind.

“Master! Is that you? Please let me out! Master! Master!”

When he couldn’t open it, he growled again and vanished to re-appear in front of his Master Integra.

“WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?! WHY IS GEORGE SCREAMING? IF YOU HAVE HURT HER, MASTER OR NOT, I WILL SEND YOU TO HELL MYSELF!!” Alucard snarled at the blonde.

Integra smiled and removed her earplugs, wincing at the noise that George continued to make.

“I locked George in the closet. Apparently, she is claustrophobic and locking her in the closet is a more useful behavior mending method than spanking her.”

“She got in trouble at School, huh?” asked Alucard backing down, and then sitting in the chair across from her.

“Yes, for fighting, among other things. As for you sending me to hell, my life has been one since the day I released you and then you had the nerve to go and adopt George; so I don’t see how sending me on a vacation is meant to be threatening.”

“Point taken. What happened?” asked Alucard, in a more civilized tone.

Integra explained to him what had happened at school and then she pointed to the empty jar on the table. It had a little slip of paper with the word ‘Swear’ written on it.

“The fighting I don’t mind. One of her classmates called me a Protestant harlot and George punched her. However, her cursing must stop.”

“Good work, my little monkey. So a Protestant harlot, huh Master? You still smell like a virgin to me, unless, you wish to remedy that, right here, right now, on your desk, or underneath it.” Alucard offered slyly, inching a thick eyebrow towards his shaggy black hair.

“Shut up, you limey bastard!!” Integra snarled, and then her eyes widened as Alucard pointed to the jar.

Integra gritted her teeth and placed two fifties in the jar.

“My, one hundred dollars per swear, that is mighty steep.”

“It’s fifty per Alucard. Now go back to hell where you belong”

“I can make reservations for two do you want a suite or a cabin since we are going on vacation.”

Next time on Curious George: George: the life of the party

George goes to Veronica’s party and brings the entertainment in the form of Alucard. Alucard meets George’s enemy Olivia and stirs up trouble between them. George also gets her first lesson from Alucard and Olivia’s “mother” is revealed.

HINT: Olivia’s mum is a nun, whoever guesses her name right, gets a shout out in the next chapter.