Not Another Girl (Hellsing x Reader)

Chapter 72

"Imagine me, trying too hard. There will never be a day when I won't think of you."

As Vivian spoke, she looked at George and never once took her eyes off her. Having George there, having one there that was so strong and sure of herself, gave Vivian the strength to go on. She stepped forward unafraid and continued.

"We never said our love was evergreen. You will think of me."

"That's very good." praised the director. "Congratulations Vivian, you will be our Christine."

George stood and clapped for Vivian as the director made the announcement. Vivian jumped off the stage and hugged George.

"Thank you, George." Vivian gushed happily. "Thank you."

"You are a very good actress Vivian." George pushed her away, lifted her chin, and looked into her eyes. "You don't need me, just believe in yourself."

"I know, but it's easier with you around." Vivian smiled brightly at her. 

"Well, good luck. I've got to get home and start dinner. My little brothers will be getting hungry, and little Jon will need help with his reading."

George started to walk away, but Vivian stopped her.

"George, will you watch me rehearse tomorrow."

George sighed at the annoyance, but then she saw Vivian's pleading eyes. "For a little while."

"Tomorrow then, at 3:30 p.m." Vivian waved goodbye to George.

 George chuckled and gave her a most gentlemanly bow. "I will be here, my lady Christine."

**

A week later, George again found herself sitting in the theater room. Bored out of her mind, She leaned back and rested her arms on the back of the chair, as the young performers received their directions from the drama teacher.  The stage was brightly lit and the props dept. was busy building the backdrops.

"Stop, stop, stop! Stanton, the phantom is meant to be menacing and yet so gentle with Christine. You are not menacing." said the director, disgustedly.

"Yeah, he's repulsive. I'm not kissing him. I don't even want him touching me." complained Vivian, shuddering to shake herself of the thought.

Stanton Wilkinson was the lanky son of Wilbur Wilkinson, who was a theatrical producer. Stanton was short for a boy, at Five foot six. His black eyes and black hair made him look more like a gecko than a human.

"Hey, my father..." Stanton pointed to himself as pride as he spoke.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, we know. Your father is supplying the money for the production; the props, the costumes, etc. etc. That doesn't give you the right to be such a cheesy Phantom." chided Peter.

It was just at that second that George yawned. Vivian looked at her and smiled. "George could do it."

"George can do what?" asked Stanton, angrily.

"George can play the part of the phantom." volunteered Vivian.

"Ha, ha, she can't be the phantom. She's a girl. Would you rather kiss a girl?" teased Stanton.

"Wasn't all the girl parts played by boys in the old days?" asked Vivian of the director.

"Well, yes. Yes they were." confirmed the director, thinking about George.

The director and drama teacher, Mr. Jack Dickens, looked at George, who had been watching them every day for a week now. She was here only to support Vivian, but her reputation well proceeded her. Mr. Dickens knew from the other teachers that George had a fearsome personally if you pissed her off. And yet, to those that needed her help, she could be surprisingly gentle and against her better nature, helpful.