Alucard vanished from Integra's room after leaving her clothes laid out perfectly ironed and expertly fitted hanging on her wardrobe

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Gentleman George

Alucard vanished from Integra's room, after leaving her clothes laid out perfectly ironed and expertly fitted hanging in her wardrobe. The humiliating outfit even included a pair of matching dark two inch brown pumps and a sleeveless black top. When she awoke, she was certifiably insane with rage.

"ALUCARD!! If you do not get your undead ass here this instant, I am going to exorcise you and I MEAN IT."

"My my Master, if you keep this up that jar will pay George's way through College." Integra's glare ended Alucard teasing for a short moment. "You called Sir Integra?" Alucard asked unashamed, even bowing like the servant he was supposed to be.

"Where are my clothes?"

Alucard looked confused before pointing to the wardrobe, easily ignoring the simple blue nightshirt his mistress was wearing.

"I believe, they are right there, are they not?" Alucard replied, with a devilishly unrepentant smirk; casting his eyes at the lovely and fairly decent ensemble.

"I am not wearing that! You have no right to even enter my room, much less bother my things." Integra hissed, pointing at her wardrobe.

"Then lock me out, besides we had a wager and you lost, you have to wear a dress today."

"What on earth for? I wasn't invited to anything today!"

"Wear it or I will consider it going back on your word."

Integra just seethed before grabbing the blouse off the hanger and banishing Alucard from her room with a flick of her glowing hand. Oh, he was definitely going to pay for this. Soon, they both met with George downstairs in her office.

'Curse it; I even have to wear dresses at home.' Integra huffed, as she took her seat behind the big desk.

"You look lovely this morning Madame, you should dress up more often." complemented Walter, with a great smile.

"Not one word Walter, not one word." growled Integra, unhappily.

The old butler just grinned, as he placed her morning tea on her desk and deposited the mail.

"I am never opening another letter again. I swear the postman hates me." Integra mumbled, staring at another letter from her majesty.

Unfortunately, their first attempt with the Vatican was a failure, so she was still effectively unemployed. But next month she had another chance to foster friendship between their organizations. This time it would be a picnic by the lake. Not only that but, George started charm school today; at four pm, according to the notice that was also in the accursed mail. She wasn't looking forward to the headaches that this would cause.

"Well master, the Vatican is at least good for something; they picked up the slack for us." Alucard interjected, responding to the many interesting ways she could kill Anderson running through Integra's head.

So far, his favorite way was slowly shoving a very sharp pointy spike up his anus causing massive internal damage. But, drowning him in lava was a close second.
"Too bad, that means there is no chance of Sir Edwards being eaten in the line of duty." Integra mused, as she threw the letter across the room in a childish fit.

Alucard actually laughed at her joke. But just then, George cheerfully ran into the office and slammed opened the door.

"Good morning master?"

"Good morning, are you ready George? I have something special for you today."

"Should I be concerned about this "treat" Alucard?" Integra asked, her English accent roughening the smooth Romanian.

"I am insulted Sir Integra…." Alucard bowed low looking wounded, he was an incredible actor.

"Bravo, now if you would kindly end the theatrics." instructed Integra, with an annoyed huff.

"Today, I am just adding to Georges training."

"YAY!!" George piped, her excitement making her fidget. "What are we doing today master?"

"Today, I will add weight training to the regimen. It will be easy trust me."

Integra actually toyed with the idea of joining them again, but looking at her ridiculously feminine outfit decided against it.

"I already have to wear a dress for the entire day. There's no need to add more to my punishment." Integra shook her head before heading to the library.

HELLSING HELLSING

With a wicked grin, Alucard presented two thick jewelry bands to George. They were pretty. They looked like the bangles all the little girls were crazy about. They each had a small ruby in the center. However, unbeknownst to George, they also had seven pounds worth of ball bearing in them.

"George, you are to wear these at all waking moments. They are now a very important part of your training."

"Yes, Master." George recited, taking the heavy bangle and placing then on her wrist with a clamp. "Master, these are heavy?"

"They are weights and I have another pair for your legs. They will make you stronger and as you get bigger, so will the amount of weight." George nodded, as a matching pair of anklets winked on to her legs. "You can make them look however you want, but the weight can not be changed."

"Is she ready master?" Seras asked, meekly from the patio squinting in the bright sunlight that she had avoided for years.

"Yes, Police girl, you know what to do."

"Huh?" George asked, her eyebrow inching up in the peculiar way her mother's did. "Aren't you going to train with me Master?"

"Today Seras will be your teacher. She is skilled at self defense and knows several of the best defensive holds. A warrior is useless if he cannot defend himself. No matter how well you fight defense is important."
"Are you ready George? I am going to teach you a few tosses and defense holds first."

"Yup, bring it on Seras."

Ink appeared from the emptiness and the lessons began. George groaned as she tried to flip Ink over her shoulder for the fifth time.

"George, lift with your legs and throw your shoulders against him. He is too heavy for you to pick up without enough momentum." George obeyed, but Ink still dropped to the ground instead of tumbling over her shoulder.

"I think it's the weights." George grumbled before trying again.

Seras nodded and decided to switch to the defensive holds. She easily demonstrated a simple strangle hold on Alucard who obediently let himself be restrained. George copied the move. However with a slight nod from Alucard, Ink broke free.

"What the hel…ck," George quickly corrected herself; her Master still looked down on her cursing.

"Your enemy isn't just going to stand still. Now use what you have just learned." instructed Alucard, watching over her training with interest.

George did as she was ordered; and after and hour and a half of sparring and more instruction on holds, she was sore and cranky.

"You did good George. You've actually gotten the hang of several of the holds, but you need more practice." Seras piped, as she followed Alucard and George back to the house.

The praise was received lightly with a smile.

"Thanks." George responded, as she moved slowly, her feet dragging, unaccustomed to the extra seven pounds on them.

Seras retired downstairs for some extra sleep, as did Alucard.
"Uncle Walter, what is for lunch today?" George asked, as the smell of something amazing drew her to the kitchen.

"Today, it's potato salad with sandwiches and chips."

"Yes, Can I have the cheesy kind?"

When Walter nodded, George just thanked God for the perfection of today. Not only had there been no school because of the teaching conventions. She got one of her favorite things for lunch.

"But you better hurry up, you start charm school today."

"Charm school?" George asked, her eyebrow lifting again.

"Yes, you are going to grow up a proper young lady, little miss George." Walter smiled, placing the plate in front of her.

For a moment, George just stared at her plate. For some reason, the idea of Charm School frightened her.

HELLSING HELLSING

When Walter pulled up in front of the building, and George saw all the little girls in pretty frilly dresses and tights with curls and ribbons, she already knew she was going to hate it here.

'Oh no, It's full of Olivia's. God please, if you would just kill me now, I honestly believe I would prefer going to hell. '

Maybe, even more than she hated having to go to the Academy. She was supposed to learn to be a lady; she was supposed to be composed, commanding, and noble, just like her mother. She was supposed to learn to become a leader, both inside and out. But to George, it just seemed like another punishment to be endured.

Madame Collins greeted George warmly as Walter escorted her to class. The pretty little pink chairs, the dainty little tables, with the frilly white lace cloths draped on them just so, and finally the short wooden runway in the center of the room; George hated it all.

'Yup, definitely more than the academy.' she mentally huffed, as they were greeted by the teacher.

"Good afternoon, Miss Hellsing." smiled Madame Collins.

"Hello." said George, politely, even though she really didn't want to be here.

"Now, now, George, give it a chance. Who knows, you might like it." stated Walter, in his usual fatherly tone. George's displeasure was obvious.

"Yeah, and I might start liking vegetables too." commented George smartly huffing, as the other little girls giggled at her strange attire.

Unlike the other "young ladies" she was wearing jeans, a tight black sweater shirt, and of course her new weights tied together with dark red combat boots.

Madame Collins just chuckled at George.

"She takes after her father, doesn't she?"

"She does." confirmed Walter.

"Tomboys always have the hardest time adjusting to lady-like behavior. They're like wild little stallions…"

"I like being a wild little stallion." smiled George proudly.

"I'm sure you do. But the trouble will come when you are required to take you place in society. Society is like a game with very strict rules. And how can you possibly win a game if you don't know the rules." explained Madame Collins.

"What if I don't want to play?" asked George.

"George, how will you engage your enemies in battle if you don't know the rules of war? You would not fight the Clans of the North, who use steel and iron, like you the Tribes of the South, who use leather and wood. You must know your weapons of war like you know your enemies."

"And she will teach me these weapons of war?" asked George, now most interested to learn.

"Not exactly. These will be lessons of stealth, camouflage and infiltration. In order for you to infiltrate high society, you must become a lady of high society. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir. I will do my best to complete my mission." saluted George.

"Mission? Infiltration and camouflage?" questioned Madame Collins her interest now most certainly piqued.

"George's parents are soldiers. Her mother is a strategist and her father is a… Battalion Commander. All she knows is the military. You may have better success with her if you keep this in mind." offered Walter.

"Duly noted. Thank you, sir." smiled Madame Collins, fully intending to take advantage of his advice. She had learned that parents knew their children best.

Walter bowed to her, took her hand, and kissed it. Then he knelt before George and looked her in the eye with a cheerful grin.

"Be a good girl, OK?"

"Yes, sir, Uncle Walter."

With that, Walter left George to her fate with Madam Collins.

"Your Uncle Walter is a true gentleman." praised Madam Collins.

"My Uncle Walter is a noble man." smiled George.

"Come along now, George, time to meet the rest of your classmates."

--

Today, the little girls were learning to walk properly and to greet people. George just watched as each girl sauntered down the runway turned and continued back, their little hips swaying. Madam Collins noticed George's boredom and nearly sympathetic stare.

"Is there something wrong, George?"

"They look like kittens walking on broken glass." commented George.

"George, men and women are made differently."

"I know my master told me. Men have penises and women don't. But they are made that way to fit together like puzzle pieces."

Madam Collins hid a smile and cleared her throat.

"That's right George; but there are other…structural differences as well."

"Structural differences?"

"Yes, George. Have you ever watched the way men walk? They have a tendency to walk in an "Up and Down" manner, while women have a "Side to Side" manner. That's why they say women sway when the walk. The difference is in our skeletons and how our hip joints function."

"Oh."

"Care to try walking?"

"Sure."

George stood up and took her turn on the runway. She was very careful to keep her back straight and her head up. Each step was calculated sharp like a parade march. Madam Collins assessed George's progress. Yep, she was a pure tomboy. And she was going to hate charm school.

"That's fine, George; but remember you are a lady and not a gentleman. And you are not inspecting your troops." Suddenly, Madame Collins had a wicked idea. "Miss Hellsing, your mission was a failure, your cover was blown by your… inability to blend into the enemy and as a result you were captured." Madame Collins grabbed George by the shoulders and held her still.

"What!? There is no way I would ever fail!" George bellowed, her eyes burning.

Madame Collins had found the ticket. George had to be treated carefully. 'I better thank my husband the sergeant tonight.' She smiled as she thought of what he would say about her new student. "Would you care to retry your mission?"
"Duh," George responded, stepping back up to the runway.

"Very well, Miss Hellsing. However, you must walk like a lady to avoid detection."

Madame Collins demonstrated the smooth sashay that she expected of George. Taking a deep breath and setting her shoulders back, George pulled it off with aplomb, even throwing in a wink on her turn like a runway model.

"Mission Accomplished, Miss Hellsing," The other girls simply laughed at the strange treatment of the little blonde tomboy.

The next lesson was formal greeting. Just to see how George would react, Madam Collins made George the Host of a party. Her job was to greet each guest that came to the house. Each young girl lined up and one by one they curtsied as they greeted George. And just as she had suspected, George greeted each little girl like a perfect gentleman. She bowed to them and kissed their hands.

"Incorrect, Miss Hellsing. Your objective is to greet each enemy soldier and not arouse suspicion, so they will enter your barracks as willing POW's. I have only one question for you. Do you have the subterfuge skills necessary for this mission, Miss Hellsing?" George saluted like a soldier and grinned. "Do you know how to curtsy?"

George curtsied the best she could. But it just didn't look right. That probably had something to do with the weights on her legs.

"That's almost right, George. But I bet it would be a lot easier to do, if you were wearing a dress."

"Like hell I will." scoffed George nearly guffawing. 'How am I supposed to fight in a skirt?'

The other girls giggled and laughed at George's use of a naughty word. Madam Collins just rolled her eyes. This was going to be a very long year. But, it looked like she was on to something with her little army girl.

"George, young ladies don't swear and your commanding officer will not tolerate it during drills, am I understood?" George covered her mouth with hand as realization hit her. "And how do you expect to be able to sneak behind enemy lines if you do not wear the appropriate uniform." George nodded resigning to her fate of wearing a skirt tomorrow.

"I'll wear the dress Madame, but please don't tell my master I swore."

"Master? Who is your master?"

"Mr. Alucard Nosferatu." announced George proudly.

"Oh, you mean your father. What do you call your father master?"

"Because that's what my sister Seras calls him; Just like everyone calls my mother Sir."

"So you don't call your parents mum and dad, do you?"

"No, I call them Sir and Master."

"I understand why they call your mother Sir, because that is her title. But why do they call your father Master? What is his title?"

"I don't know. I've never asked."

"Well, that's enough for today. Line up ladies. Your parents will be here to pick you up soon."

All the girls giggled and talked as they gathered their things. George just sat at the table and thought about things. Suddenly, a little girl dress in a light blue dress walked over to George and sat next to her.

"What's wrong, George?"

George looked over at her.

"Nothing's wrong, Catherine, I was just thinking about my parents and how much more I have to learn about proper warfare."

"You can call me Cathy, everybody does. So…I heard your parents are servants to the queen herself. Is this true?"

George thought about that. She wasn't supposed to tell anyone what her parents did. But the queen had lots of servants and that was common knowledge so…

"Yes." admitted George.

"That must be nice. To get to see the queen everyday." gushed Cathy, clearly impressed.

"Not really." groaned George, under her breath. "She's stingy and she won't let me borrow the Empire Ruby."

"Being a servant is nothing special. My mother is one of the queen's attaches'. She sees the queen everyday, but she doesn't waste her time shining her shoes or mopping her floors." Ridiculed Stacy, as she intruded on their conversation.

"Stacy, that's not nice. Just because George's parents are servants gives you no right to mock her." defended Cathy.

"DOES EVERY DAMN SCHOOL HAVE ONE OF THESE BLOODY IDIOTS?"

George just rolled her eyes after her mild outburst. Why was she plagued with these self important, grandstanding nimrods, with delusions of grandeur?

"You know," began George. "You'd get along great with another enemy of mine. Her name is Olivia Claymore."

"You know the Claymores."

"The Claymores?"

"Yes, I suppose you wouldn't know. The Claymores were a very famous Catholic Choir. They've sung for kings and popes. Unfortunately, during a freak thunderstorm their plane was struck down. It crashed into the ocean and all hands were lost. Only Olivia and her brother Michael are alive still."

"I take it they weren't on the plane then." deduced George sadly. 'Why couldn't OLIVIA have been on that plane too?'

"No, they were sick with the measles and couldn't fly."

"That's so sad," cried Cathy. "To lose your whole family like that."

George rolled her eyes. Girls were so emotional. George took a handkerchief out of her pants pocket and handed it to Cathy.

"Thank you, George."

"al tău bun venit." said George.

"Al what? What did you just say?" asked Stacy.

"al tău bun venit, it means your welcome in Romanian." explained George.

"Romanian? Who speaks Romanian?"

"My master does. It's his native tongue."

"No wonder your parents are servants. They're probably gypsies."

"My parents are not gypsies!" growled George. "They're royalty they are nobles from an ancient lineage."

"Sure they are and that's why they are servants to the crown." teased Stacy.

George growled and was about ready to punch Stacy when she heard a familiar female voice.

"We are not gypsies, and her father is a royal noble from an ancient bloodline. A Romanian bloodline." said Integra.

"Sir!" called out George, running to her mother.

"Hello, George. Have we been good today?"

"No one's dead …….," George said, as she set a pointed burning red glare on Stacy "yet so yes, I've been very good today."

Integra could only laugh at that statement. The other mothers collected their children; and Cathy and Stacy said their goodbyes to George. When they were all gone, Integra asked Madam Collins talked about George's behavior.

"I'm glad you asked that, because I did want to talk to you."

"I thought you might." mused Integra to herself.

"George is a very intelligent young girl."

"But…"

"But she needs more female influences in her life."

"More "female" influences?"

"Yes, as we went through our exercises today, she displayed all the characteristics of a perfect gentleman…and a perfect soldier. If she were a little boy, there would be nothing that I could teach her. But seeing as that she IS a little girl…"

"George spends most of her time with her father and her uncle Walter." agreed Integra.

"Do you not spend time with her?"

"Not really, I'm busy… uhm …..running my father's business."

"I realize the pressures of being a working mother must be huge, but you really should spend more time with George; not only for her social learning, but for her. They are only young once and time slips by so fast. One day you'll look up from your work and realize George to be a young woman. And then you'll wonder where the time went. I don't mean to preach at you, but please try to spend more time with her. She really is a very interesting child."

"I think that's the nicest compliment that George has ever gotten from one of her teachers." smirked Integra. "But you are right. I will make more time for her."

Integra called George to her and prepared to leave. As they got to the door, Madam Collins called out to them.

"Oh, and Sir Hellsing, one more thing."

"Yes."

"From now on, have George were a dress to class. It may remind her that she is a girl. And it may make class go more smoothly for her." reminded Madam Collins.

Integra nodded her understand and left with George.

--

That night, happily back in one her signature suits, Integra and Alucard had a long talk about George.

"And how do you tend to rectify this?" asked Alucard, as he leaned against her office wall.

"I figured you'd have better luck." remarked Integra, as she kicked her feet up on the desk a plume of smoke whirling over her head. "Introduce her to your Girlycard persona."

"Ha, you just don't want to be a lady or wear a dress again."

"Fine, that too."

"Well, it's not like you haven't got the time to properly teach George to be a lady. After all, you're still 'retired'."

"Don't remind me." groaned Integra, angrily.

An image of Edwards, with her pistol in his mouth and his brains against the wall, ran through her mind and Alucard Laughed.

"Don't waste your bullets, Master. So how about we make a deal?" he asked, now standing right in front of her.

"What kind of deal?" asked Integra, her eyebrow lifting, knowing full to well his idea of a deal.

"You wear dresses for one whole week and I'll teach George to be a lady."

"You? What on earth do you know about being a lady?"

"I know more than just women's fashion, Integra."

Integra frowned. She remembered the dress he had purchased for her and the other women's clothing that Alucard had brought for her, including her outfit from this morning. He knew how to match accessories and how colors complemented each other and the person they were on. When you really thought about it, he did know more about being a woman than she did. Not to mention he had been a prince he knew the proper manners of the court.

Integra continued to think about it. Wearing a dress for one whole week was far more of a commitment to George's education than she was willing to make. I mean how was she supposed to teach George, when she hated doing it herself.

"What are you thinking about?" asked Alucard, rhetorically.

"How can I teach George to be a woman, when I'm not one?"

Suddenly, Integra found herself sitting in Alucard's lap, as he replaced her in her chair. He inhaled her scent and played with the buttons on her suit jacket. She smacked his hands away.

"Trust me, master, you are a woman, not a lady, but a very strong and intelligent woman; even if you don't wish to admit it."

With this, Alucard took Integra's hand in his, turned it over, and kissed her wrist. He could feel the rushing pulse of life beneath it.

"Alucard."

"Yes." he answered, high from the scent of her virgin blood.

"Remember George."

Alucard opened his bright red eyes and looked at her disappointedly.

"Oh yes, George. So will you do it?"

"I'll think about it." said Integra, getting out of his lap.

Normally, she would chastise him for that, but for once it was fun playing along.

"Good grief, it's only for one week. AND I promise not to tease you during that week."

"I'll think about it."

Alucard just shook his head, laughed, and disappeared in a puff of smoke.

"Damn bloody lecherous vampire."

"That's another fifty, Master." Alucard chuckled, his voice echoing eerily behind him.

--

Alucard appeared in George's room. George was sitting on the floor and doing the extra homework that Walter had given her. George looked up as he came into the room.

"Hi, master. I'm almost done. Then can we train?"

"Yes, George, but we will train in manners this evening."

"Ugh. I got enough of that I charm school today. Obviously, I'm not cut out for tactical missions."

Alucard read her mind out of curiosity, gently brushing over her memories.

"Your new teacher is interesting. I like her methods." he complemented her, impressed with her ability to manipulate George's unrefined behavior.

"Ha, ha, ha, I knew you'd say that." George muttered, finishing the last of her math problems. She was almost up to multiplication. "Master?"

"Yes, George."

"Why does Seras call you master?"

"Because she is my servant. She has yet to free herself from me."

"But we are sisters."

"You are sisters in that I am father to both of you. But I am father to both of you in different ways."

"Huh?"

"Come here, I'll explain."

George got up and stood before Alucard.

"You know I'm a vampire, right?"

"Yes."

"And that I must have human blood to survive."

"Yes."

"Well, when a vampire bites a virgin of the opposite sex, in a sense he or she is creating a new vampiric "child". That child is not on the same footing or level as the original vampire, that child is born a servant and must do as the original or master vampire wishes. Seras calls me master because I bit and created her."

"Did you create me? Did you play puzzle with Sir?"

Alucard stopped and thought about what his answer should be. "Boy would I love to play puzzle with her." he chuckled to himself.

Because it had to be perceived that George was Integra's heir by blood, no one had ever told her that she was adopted. And if it could be helped, no one ever would.

"What you are doesn't really matter." told Alucard, trying to get her off the subject of her birth.

"What am I?"

"You're human... sort of." he chuckled.

"Sort of? Am I an inhuman monster, for real?" brightened George.

"Maybe I'd better let your mother explain this." said Alucard.

"No, you're doing just fine." smirked Integra, as she entered the room. "She's thoroughly confused now."

Looking up, both George and Alucard had surprised looks on their faces.

"Sir, you're wearing a dress!" George gawked.

Sure the skirt had been shocking, but that was nothing compared to this. This time, Integra was wearing a Green stretch wool sweater dress with a Slash neckline and a ribbed top with quarter-length balloon sleeves and a belted waist; round gold-framed buttons.

"Yes, George and tomorrow so will you." said Integra, standing before them in her dress.

"Aaww."

"Remember what the Madame said, how can you infiltrate an enemy camp if you don't wear the right uniform?" Alucard stated, before turning back to his Mistress. "You look delightful, Integra." smiled Alucard, all fangs.

"You said no teasing."

"I'm not teasing. I'm actually very serious. You look good enough to eat."

"That is scary coming from you, now let me go." she insisted, giving him a gentle shove.

Alucard only continued to smiled, his fangs peeking through, as Integra sat down beside him and pulled George into her lap.

"George, there are a great deal many things we must discuss with you. And you are never ever to tell anyone about them. Understood?"

"Yes, sir." George nodded, as the lesson began.

Next time on Curious George George goes to court. Georges next charm school lesson and then a visit fro ma social worker compliments of Edwards. What will happen to George? Does she finally find out she is adopted does she get taken away.