Not Another Girl (Hellsing x Reader)

Chapter 72

"Yes, this could work. George." Mr. Dickens called out to her.

"Yes, sir." George gave him her attention.

"Come here please, I want you to read this." Mr. Dickens motioned for her to come up to the stage.

"Yes, George. Come and save Christine from the Phantom." laughed Peter.

"No." George refused and turned her head away from them.

"Please, George." begged Vivian, with puppy dog eyes.

"Aww. Why can't I say no to you?" complained George. She sighed heavily, rolled her eyes, and she walked up the stairs to the stage.

"Maybe cause your secretly in love with her." chucked Peter.

"Shut up, Peter." growled George.

"Ohh, scary. See Mr. Dickens. George is your man." Peter praised her gleefully. "She even knows how to use a sword, don't you George."

"George, stand here and read these lines. The phantom is horribly disfigured. So he dares not to show his face to the world." Mr. Dickens pulled George towards her mark, put a script into her hands, and told her. "And yet, his love for Christine dares him to reveal himself to her and inspires him to write great plays. In this scene, you will tell Christine of your intensions. O.K., go."

George took the book and looked at Christine. "I will get you for this."

Vivian just hid behind her book. "I'm sorry George, but Stanton is really...."

"Pitiful. Yes, I know. I will do this, but I will only do this once."

"This is unacceptable! I'm the Phantom! If I can't be the phantom then I'm leaving and I'm taking daddy's money with me."

"Go cry to someone who cares." brushed off Peter.

"O.K. action." said Mr. Dickens, taking a seat.

George groaned, but otherwise began to read her part. "You have come here, for one purpose and one alone." read George.

As Mr. Dickens described the scene to her, George suddenly got the image of her father talking to her mother came to her; a monster revealing his feelings for a beautiful young woman, And just like that George became the Phantom.

"Since the moment I first heard you sing, I have needed you with me," George told Vivian with all the pinning passion she could muster. "to serve me, to sing for my music."

"Good, not bad for a first try." Mr. Dickens was impressed with George's rendition of the phantom. "However, I don't feel you being menacing."

"You have to piss her off, if you want her to be menacing." laughed Peter.

"Sod off, ya privateer." growled George.

"See." Peter ignored her quip and continued to laugh at her.

"Well, we'll save that for later." Mr. Dickens moved on to the next scene. "Right now, I want to see if you can sing."

"Sing?" George stood stunned. "Ugh..."

"Yes, this is a musical."

"I don't sing." George declared.

"Try." Mr. Dickens encouraged.

"Bullox. Alright, fine." George cleared her throat and began to sing. "Wherever you go let me go to. That's all I ask of you."

"Stop, wait, oh my god, we've finally found something that the great George Hellsing can't do. My dear, you can't sing." mocked Mr. Dickens.