George was in her room doing her homework. Ink just laid beside her and waited for her to finish. As he let out a bored and tired yawn, George rubbed his head in sympathy and then scratched him behind his ears. George sighed heavily as she continued writing. Compared to the homework Walter gave her this stuff was easy. However, with this assignment, she was having trouble completing it. Other than the names of her family, she really knew nothing about them. But she had to write something, and it didn't have to be long, so she wrote what she knew. It was after 10 p.m., when Alucard came to her.
"Are you ready to "play" George?" he asked.
"No master," she answered. "I have to finish my homework."
"What's taking you so long today? You're usually done by now." he commented, as he stood looking over her shoulder.
"What's your middle name?" asked George, turning to look up at him.
"My middle name? Why do you need to know?" he chuckled.
"It's for my homework. I know my mother's name," explained George, showing him the paper she had been writing. "It's Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing. Why does she have four names anyway? Most people only have three."
Alucard laughed at George. She really was an intelligent child. Then he called a chair over to him and sat down. "Well now, where shall we begin?"
George sat up and listened to Alucard. Ink lay down beside her and waited for the story to begin.
"My real name is Vlad Draculea, son of Vlad Dracul."
"You are Vlad and your master was named Vlad too?" asked George.
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because it is an honor for a boy to bear his father's name; It is also a sign that the father claims him as his. In my day, it was not uncommon for some children to be illegitimate and therefore disowned by their parents."
"Why?"
"Because..."
"Because why?"
"Because having illegitimate children is considered disgraceful."
"Why didn't you name me Vlad?" asked George, wanting desperately to be 'claimed' by her father.
"Because I didn't sire you. You are not of my bloodline." explained Alucard, knowing exactly what she was thinking.
"Is that why didn't you name me after Sir either; because I'm a disgraceful bastard?"
"I've already told you George, you're not a bastard, you're adopted. There is a very big difference between the two."
"What's the difference?"
"Being an illegitimate child means nobody wants you. Being adopted means that someone has chosen you to be theirs, it means that they want you."
George smiled. "You wanted me?"
"Yes George."
"Why?"
"Never mind, just listen. I was born in 1431 and I died in 1476. I was a Romanian Prince, and became King of my country. I was reawakened in 1479 and killed again in 1897 by an Ancestor of your mother, a man by the name of Abraham Van Hellsing."

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Not Another Girl (Hellsing x Reader)
FanfictionFirst, Alucard brought home Seras. Now Alucard is bringing home strays again. Will Integra be able to handle this new development? Or will it drive her to murder? It's time to train the next generation of Hellsing. (Cover is not mine, but was creat...