"Please…Master," Alucard corrected.

"That's right. I am your master. And don't forget it ever again." She removed her foot and walked away. At the threshold of the cell, she turned back and looked at him. "I will leave this door open, but I will not bring you a meal. I am not your maid. You'll have to go upstairs on your own two feet if you wish to feed."

An impossible feat, Alucard thought. He didn't have enough strength in his arms or legs to lift himself off the ground. He whimpered for her, but she did not move. After much struggling, Alucard rolled over onto his stomach and slowly dragged himself to her.

She walked away, occasionally pausing to watch his progression, to watch him strain to follow her out of the sublevels. He clawed and twisted his way painfully up the stairs, looking towards his master with a silent desperation. When he met her at the top of the stairs, his strength totally gave out, and he collapsed, panting, sweating.

Integra looked down at her servant.

Alucard purred in delight. "Massssteerrr…"

But she ignored him. She turned around and walked across the foyer and took a seat at the bottom of the main stairs. She smiled as she watched his face droop. Then she reached into her pocket and withdrew a knife and pressed the tip into her finger. "Oopse," she feigned, "I pricked myself. How thoughtless of me. Dear me, I'm bleeding."

With a frustrated growl, Alucard summoned his will to take the place of his strength and inched across the floor. It took a long time to cross the distance, but finally he was at her feet. "Integra….," he begged. "Let me feed. Please."

"You may never call me 'Integra' again." she snapped, holding her finger teasingly over his mouth, but just too high for him to bite. "You will only refer to me as 'Master'."

"Forgive me. Master."

"I shall not forgive you. I will allow you to feed-but I shall not forgive you." She held her finger still over his face as a droplet of blood welled up.

Alucard's eyes grew wide at the site. He whimpered helplessly.

Smiling, Integra watched the blood gather and flow, dangling her finger tip over Alucard's mouth, squeezing, letting little droplets patter his face. The vampire eagerly opened his mouth wide to capture as many drips as he could. His long, cold tongue extended to meet the droplets. In his excitement, his tongue tip touched her finger and Integra pulled her hand away.

"Ah-ah," Integra chastised. "You'll accept what I give and take nothing more."

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