Not Another Girl (Hellsing x Reader)

"George how would you like to go Fox Hunting with me on Saturday?" asked Jonathan, out of the blue.

George looked up from reading Peter Pan to her little brothers and looked at Jonathan like he had lost his mind.

"Are you serious?" George scoffed at him, and turned another page.

"Yes. I want to go, but I have no son to take with me." He explained.

"I'm your son." protested little Jon, crossing his arms and making an angry face.

"Yes you are, but you're still too young little Jon. I will take you when you get older. I promise. So, how about it George? I did promise to teach you how to have a good time."

"George." called Integra, as she walked into the boy's room, holding up a letter. "You have an invitation to go to see a play with Sir Archer's son, Karl, on Saturday."

"Ugh." groaned George, and then she remembered. "Can't I'm going Fox hunting with Jonathan on Saturday."

"You're what?" Integra gapped at her in surprise.

"Going Fox hunting." George repeated, happy for the excuse not to go out on a date.

"You're taking her Fox hunting?" questioned Integra, raising an eyebrow, intrigued with the idea. "Isn't that a father and son event?"

"Yes, it is. But I really want to go and Jon's still too young to go." Jonathan explained to his wife, hoping that she would let George go with him instead of on a date with Karl Archer.

Integra smirked as she shook her head and laughed. "Are you sure you want to be alone in the woods with George and a gun?"

"I'll be fine. I trust George." laughed Jonathan. "Mostly."

"Really? You shouldn't." smirked George, giving him a mischievous look.

"Well then, I'll send Karl your regrets. And you have my condolences Jonathan. It was nice knowing you." laughed Integra, was she walked away.

"Tegra!" Jonathan snickered.

Saturday morning was a beautiful day, even though it was a little overcast. Jonathan and George met up with the other hunters and their sons. As Jonathan rode up to the other riders, he noticed that Ink was following George.

"George, why did you bring Ink?" He asked.

"Why not?" asked George. "They brought dogs too." She pointed to the other riders and their dogs.

"George, we both know damn well that using Ink to hunt is cheating." Jonathan shook his head. "Send him home."

"Fine." George reluctantly consented.

George jumped down from her horse and took Ink's head in her hands, as she whispered in his ears. Ink understood what she was telling him, but he was determined to have his fun.

"Chasing a poor little fox is no sport at all. Why not let them all chase demon foxes and see who wins?" Ink suggested.

George grinned a great grin. "Oh, that's a great idea. He said I couldn't use you to hunt the fox, but he didn't say anything about you becoming the fox." George stood behind a tree, called ten demon foxes to her, and then sent them out to be chased. "You too Ink. Off you go."

Then she rejoined Jonathan. He was already greeting and laughing with the other riders about what a great hunt they were going to have.

"Sir Kant, good to see you." greeted Sir Baker, as he rode up.