Every Day is Exactly the Same
I can feel their eyes are watching
In case I lose myself again
Sometimes I think I'm happy here
Sometimes, yeah, I still pretend
I can't remember how this got started
But I can tell you exactly how it will end.
Integral, Alucard - Animeverse
She was there, smiling thoughtfully with the back of her head pressed into the wall behind her. One had to admit, that even prisoned, Integral was treated with all the high regalities fitting her birth. Even now, a year into her lifelong captivity, she drank pinot noir in crystal goblets imported from Russia. At one point, Integral even requested cigars imported from Cuba, and the guards didn't hesitate.
Even behind bars, she was a power to be reckoned with.
Despite what power she may have still held, Integral remained caged.
"It amuses me."
Her head raises to regard the empty wall, a gaze hardened by betrayal searching the shadows for the voice beckoning her, "What does?"
"Isn't this familiar...?"
It was. This place. This situation. Comparing ten years then to ten years present was like looking in the mirror. Parallels stretched in line, however...
"...How our roles have switched."
Integral smiled, picking the wine from the table and taking a moment to inhale the intoxicating perfume of alcohol. "Indeed."
"I have to say..." The words begin, a figure taking shape before her. Emerging from the shadow, an inky substance clinging to gaunt arms and pinching the velvet fabric of his duster, Alucard smiles as he speaks - the peaks of his teeth glowing in the dim light, "... I do believe I owe a favor, Master."
Integral smiled, eyes glazed with ice twitching back and forth and dipping into those canyons of red, hidden somewhere behind orange-tinted glasses, "Oh...?"
Her smile acknowledged everything. He plucked one of the glasses from the table... this one carried red wine, not necessarily his favorite (when he was human, that is. Then again, brand names change and the way grapes are harvested presently may alter his tastes were he still a man of wine). Rotating the glass counterclockwise, burgundy liquid twirls and his thoughts take the shape of words, "Yes. You offered your blood... I am... indebt to you."
The Hellsing director only gazed at the distance between her hands, flexing a wrist embraced by the soft reigns of her leather shackle. She was, for the most part, growing bored with daily life inside this tower. No amount of pinot noirs or cuba cigarillos eased her idle suffering, however this new transaction excited her. For the most part, Integral only smiled.
A long, childish grin spread over Alucard's pallid lips as he crushed the glass in one hand, red wine staining his satin glove. "... It's your choice."