"Are you ready to be good?"
Alucard nodded feverishly.
With that, Integra unbolted the door and walked inside. She unclasped the vampire from the wall and let Alucard's extended limbs fall to the floor. "What do you say?" Integra asked.
"I'm sorry," Alucard wheezed. "I'm sorry."
"No, that's not what you say."
"Please, God, please, not another month…"
Integra reached for Alucard's chin and made him look up at her. "Calm down. Concentrate: what do you say?"
Alucard's unfocused eyes stared uncomprehendingly at his master. Slowly and experimentally, his lips formed words; "Thank you?"
"Yes, thank you is the polite thing to say when someone does something nice for you. Was there something else you wanted to add to that?"
"I'm sorry," Alucard rushed to say.
Integra nodded in satisfaction. "Alucard… I am impressed. This is progress. I am pleased."
Alucard had other needs as well. He was hungry and needed to feed. But he dare not say it now. He shivered in hunger, but he didn't open his mouth. Any comment now could send him back to the forgotten darkness.
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