Not Another Girl (Hellsing x Reader)

Chapter 50

Mrs. Kenmore proudly stood in front of the house of Mr. and Mrs. Smith, George's new adoptive family. George stood behind her in a brand new dress, looking miserable.

"Did you really have to pack your belongings in a duffle bag?" complained Mrs. Kenmore. "You look like a refugee."

"Captain Pip gave me this duffle bag. Besides, I am a political prisoner, not a refugee. If I were a refugee that would mean that I wanted to be here."

"Victoria, you're no longer going to live like a juvenile delinquent. From now on, you're going to live as a proper young lady should. Now stand up straight and smile, first impressions are the most important." stated Mrs. Kenmore, as she rang the doorbell.

"Eat me." said George, in a most unfeeling tone.

"Now, Victoria, we'll have none of that." said Mrs. Kenmore. "This is your chance at a new life."

"I liked my old life!"

Mrs. Kenmore started to speak, but the front door opened.

"Ah, good afternoon Mrs. Kenmore." greeted Mrs. Smith.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Smith." smiled Mrs. Kenmore. "This is Victoria Hellsing, your new ward. Come Victoria, step forward. Greet your new mother."

George growled at Mrs. Kenmore. "She is not my mother." said George, under her breath. Then she looked at Mrs. Smith and greeted her like a true lady of breeding. "Good afternoon Mrs. Smith, I am George Victoria Hellsing, and it is my great unpleasure to meet you."

"My, my, so formal." grinned Mrs. Smith. "What a well behaved and well mannered young lady. Come Victoria, come inside and we'll show you to your new room."

"Goodbye Victoria and good luck in your new life." smiled Mrs. Kenmore.

George glared at Mrs. Kenmore with dark eyes and then Mrs. Smith closed the door. Mrs. Smith brought George into the living room to meet her new family. As they walked, George looked around at her new home. This place was definitely not like her house. It was smaller, a lot smaller. Hellsing manor was huge and had four floors with hundreds of rooms. This place was two stories and none of the sophistication of being upper class. If George had to guess, not only did city families have no yards, but they had no class. There were no portraits of ancestors, no Persian rugs, no artwork or statues, nothing that seemed breakable or valuable.

Hellsing manor was more like a museum, but this place was more like a rumpus room for a fraternity. The walls were smudged with fingerprints. The carpet was worn from wear. The photos that hung on the wall were of the immediate family only. And the smell of lemon pine, told George that she had just cleaned up for their new guest. Normal people must live cramped and uncultured lives. As they entered the living room, Mr. Smith rose to greet them.

"Good afternoon, Victoria." he smiled.

"George." corrected George.

"What?"

"My name is George, not Victoria. Victoria is my middle name. When you address me, you will address me as George."

"Alright, If you wish, George it is." smiled Mr. Smith weakly, after taking George's beratement. "Let me introduce you new brother and sister."

A boy and a girl rose from watching TV to meet George.

"Hi, my name is Freddy and I'm eight." he smiled.

George nodded her acknowledgment. The girl greeted her next.

"And I'm Sarah and I'm 5 and a half. My birthday is on Friday. Do you like cake?"