Integra locked Alucard in the dungeon with no blood for a month.
When she returned to his cell after his prolonged confinement, Alucard was so relieved to see her. He jumped up from his bench and rushed to the barred window, claimed he had been humbled and hoped anxiously she had something for him to drink….
Integra stood in front of his cell, unmoved, her face stony and cold, her arms crossed.
Alucard, peering from the barred window, felt his own smile fading at her lack of reaction. "Master?" he beckoned. "Can you not see I am humbled? Shamed? Certainly I am worthy of release. Give me an opportunity to display my obedience."
She continued to stare at him, unblinking, stiff. Wordlessly, she turned around and walked away.
Alucard shoved his face into the barred window, the silver bars stinging his skin, but he didn't care. "Integra? Master! Where are you going?"
Integra abandoned him to the darkness and solitude for another month.
She returned a second time, and the vampire was a desperate, irrational mess, his shaking arms snaking between the bars of his cell, clawing the empty air. He babbled inane apologies and begged, begged for something to drink.
When she left him this time, there was no resistance, only his unintelligible pleas.
Another month.
Integra came back one last time, and the vampire was nearly dead. He lay still on the floor, a drying husk, the only evidence that any undead life stirred in him at all was his shivering at the sound of her foot steps.
This time, she opened the door and stood before the vampire.
"Please," Alucard gasped, closing his eyes, and knowing he was helpless to defend himself…or escape.
She stepped on his throat, her face unreadable. "'Please—what?"'
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