Smoke curls around her as the candle flame dies.

The goldfish roughly the size of her head swim lazily in the clawed tub, drifting back and forth. Baffled, she tries to think clearly. Midnight long past, she draws her sword. She does not hear the vampire come in.

"These are my fishes. Aren't they pretty?"

The vampire smiles, carmine lips emphasizing her teeth.

Integra slowly turns to face her. "Why do you keep your fish in a bathtub?"

"To let them feel free. Much like you, aren't they? Pretty little things in a pretty little cage."

She steps closer, trailing a finger down her neck and tracing the neckline of her dress. "Am I pretty?"

"As pretty as you are human."

She lunges. Integra thrusts, ignoring her shaking arm, and the sword pierces her heart as her hands reach for the throat.

She wakes up as her body begins to shake, curled against Alucard's opened shirt and cold bare chest underneath a pile of blankets. He wraps his shirt around her and she nestles her head under his chin.

"Your fever has broken, Master."

"I'm not a fish," she murmurs weakly.

His breath tickles her ear. "I should hope not."