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Who: Alucard and Integra
Where: Imperial City; Hellsing manor
What: Summoning the idiot back to his rightful place.
When: Now.
Warnings: Violence, perhaps some bloodshed and gore on Alucard's behalf.

Down in the basement of the Hellsing manor, Integra lurked and fumed. She'd originally gone down there to bring the vampire a blood packet, a small truce to say the least to their argument. She'd still been angry, but she'd calmed significantly.

So to find the basement empty, despite her orders for him to NOT leave without her at his side, had Integra flying into an immediate rage again. Without even hesitating, she'd stormed into the sublevel library; the restricted library to everyone but herself. There, she'd retrieved a few books, and her grandfather's personal journals and notes. Along the way, she'd gone upstairs and grabbed a few red and black candles, and a knife of pure silver.

Which brought her back down here. If the Nosferatu would not listen to her, then she would bring him back forcibly, and MAKE him listen. He'd be sorry he ever messed with her.

The basement, while still cool and almost damp feeling, was well lit with the candles she'd brought down; evenly matched red and black candles everywhere, with two side by side atop Alucard's coffin, her trigger object of sorts. It would apparently also double as an alter tonight. The blade of pure silver had already been put to use, the large wound in her hand was still oozing blood but that didn't matter to her now. On the floor around his coffin, she'd drawn, to the best of her abilities, the very same symbols that bound the vampire to her bloodline; words and all.

Papers were scattered everywhere; to anyone else it would look like a complete mess, but to Integra it was organized enough. She knew which papers went where, and the most important ones were right in front of her. It all seemed overly elaborate, but a summoning spell was still a summoning spell. In her own mind, this went against her very religion... but somehow, she knew God would forgive her for this one little sin.

Bringing her most prized book, her grandfather's beloved journal, close enough to read, the young Hellsing heiress spoke loud and clear, eyes never once leaving the little black, leather bound book in her hands.

"Let thy body rest under my dominion, let my fate rest in thy blade.
If thou submitteth to the call of your Master, and if thou wilt obey this mind, this reason, then thou shalt respond.

I am that person who summons the demon, the devil himself!
I am that person who is covered with the evil of all Hades and whose blood binds the Nosferatu.
Servant; Count Dracula, Vlad Tepes III, heed your Master's words and listen to her well. RETURN TO MY SIDE AT ONCE!"

With those words, the symbols on the floor began to faintly glow, the tiny flames on the tips of the candles dancing as a supernatural breeze began to blow throughout the room, eventually becoming so strong that the embers flickered out.

Integra had expected this to hurt, and hurt it had; it was enough to bring her to her knees. It didn't matter, though; nothing mattered right now but making the vampire understand his true place.

"Return to me, Nosferatu!"

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A lot of people in this world used magic. God and magic really have nothing to do with each other. Magic is the soul energy, the prana of this world. In the eyes of the Catholic Church, using the black arts is a form of heresy. However, a lot of mages are black mages and they used black magic. What is to say of them? They're out of the Church's jurisdiction. So what Integra had done isn’t a sin. It was a natural talent that runs in her family’s bloodline.

Alucard was out in Spring Court when she finished the summoning ritual. By now, he already did everything on his agenda that needs to be done. He thought Integra is sleeping and he would return back to the Manor before her usual hour where she would wake up in the morning. Common sense told him he should return to the manor immediately after he finished with his date, but he got sidetracked and decided to spend outside some more…because he was too irritable and moody to return back to the Manor immediately.

A foolish mistake. He received the Call. And it was no ordinary Call. It was a call of the summoning. She couldn’t…! How could she? But she did! This is the same spell her Grandfather used to instill the magic of “absolute obedience” during the previous Holy Grail war. The summoning spell was originally used to summon spirits as servants to serve for the Holy Grail War. Integra’s grandfather took bits and pieces of it along with his knowledge of alchemy to create his own system to enslaven the vampire into servitude.

He wasn't in the mood to return back to the Manor, but he must return. Where he currently was now, he turned into a wisp of mist and the space he stood in was instantly empty.

Back in the manor, the entire room where Integra and her tools for the ritual currently are, the room shook violently. A burst of red light appeared from the sigil and Alucard rose from the floor. Dark, wispy darkness of his shadows and multiple red eyes covered the room in darkness so thick, it can block out the sun.

Standing to his full height, he can feel the magical seals burning white-hot between the both of their being. She is in pain and so is he. The spell enforces his spirit as Servant to be completely obedient to his Master.

He kneeled on his knees, fists and knuckles on the floor as he bowed his head down. He growled, snarling to show his displeasure.

“Yes, my Master?”

Integra was completely out of breath, pain wracking her entire form by the time the vampire had returned to her. He seemed to be in quite a bit of pain himself, which was good. It served the bastard right.

Scowling, she forced herself to stand up, although she was still slightly hunched. She leered down at the vampire, visibly trembling with rage. How dare he look at her like that? How dare he leave her and disobey her orders?!

"I TOLD YOU TO STAY IN THE MANOR!" Integra roared at him, eyes narrowing dangerously behind the lenses of her glasses. "How DARE you disobey my orders, Servant!"

Slowly, she began to walk in a circle around him, as though SHE were the predator and he was the prey. In her eyes, right now, that is exactly how she felt, too. "You're on route to being a traitor, the way you listen to me! I should lock you up in this basement where I found you, and leave you to rot!"

At first he was angry, and then he...smirked as he looked at her crippled form. She looks very much beautiful when she's suffering in pain and torture.

Honestly, a part of him wants the Helsing Brat to squirm like a worm sometimes. His red eyes dimmer, but never left his beloved Master.

"You took a lot of energy to control me...that's not...necessary. You could have die..." He spoke carefully.

Taking a deep breath. "I had things to do in Spring Court."

Striding forward, she reached down to grab him by his red tie, pulling him with all of her strength and up to eye level. She saw that smirk, the way he looked at her. She didn't like it. Despite the pain, the adrenaline was running now. "I won't die that easily, you bastard! You won't get that lucky!"

Scowling, she tightened her grip on his tie and leaned in so close that their foreheads were nearly touching. She had never been this angry at him before... but he had never tested or pushed her like this before, either. She was done.

"I don't care what you had to do! You are MY Servant, and you will listen to ME! You try my patience, Alucard, and I can assure you they are WEARING THIN!" Finally, she shoved him away from her.

Clenching her fists, Integra fought the urge to grab her gun and riddle the damned vampire with bullets. "I have been too kind to you, indeed, for the last past ten years, vampire. That is no longer to be, you've taken advantage of the situation. I will no longer view you as a friend, but merely an object, since that is what you seem to desire."

Her words hurts him more than a million soldiers coming down on him for a chance to kill him and behead him. They cut deeper than his wounds, hurting him more than he estimated him.

There were times he wanted her to view him as a mere object. Why? Because he doesn't want to get too emotionally attached to her. It hurts. Human lives just flicker in a blink of a eye and the pain last instead after the human is gone.

Once she let the grip go, how much he wanted her to touch him in a different way instead. One of gentleness and not of anger. But it was his fault.

"Is that what you desire?" He challenged her. "I left the house because I needed to say my good-byes. I..."

Then his voice softens.

"I'm sorry. I'm acting out of my own character. I am weak."

Turning her back to him, she pulled a cigar from her coat pocket and lit up, inhaling deeply. How much she wanted to simply savor her beloved cancer stick, but at least it managed to calm her frazzled nerves a bit.

"What I desire is for you to stop viewing me as a small girl, and as your Master!" she snapped back at him, finally turning around. She didn't care if she hurt his feelings at this point, hers had already been hurt and she felt betrayed that he would ignore her direct orders.

His goodbyes? She scowled at him, eyes narrowing even more if that was even possible. "Who could you possibly be saying good-bye to? Even more so, I told you NOT to leave unless I was with you! Why do you not listen to me? TELL ME!"

Tilting his head. "Do you want to hear my story?"

"No. I've heard enough stories from you!" She yelled, whirling around to face him again. Angrilly, she hurled her cigar to the ground and stomped on it to put it out. "I don't believe one bloody word you tell me anymore!"

Bowing his head down, defeated by the descendant of Helsing. "I just said good-bye to a girl, that is all. We only had two dates and that's it."

This information was only adding fuel to the fire. Integra's eyes widened, and she angrilly stormed over to the vampire again. "You have been going on DATES? I did not give you permission to do so!"

His eyes flared with anger. "What? I can't go on a casual date or two? I didn't do anything serious. Besides, she's moving away due to her job."

Though the girl in question is both a German and a vampire. He actually if she's part of the Major's group? Nah...couldn't be. Still...

And then...a thought quickly hits him. He didn't explained why he hurted that cat boy to her, right?

"No, you can't. Again, I did not give you permission, Servant!" she hissed in return, angrilly jabbing a finger into the vampire's chest. Really, she was lucky he WAS bound to her, otherwise she'd be in trouble. "Dare I ask, what was her name, hm?"

"It doesn't matter. Just a girl. No longer important because I belonged to you now." He shrugged. This argument is draining for the both of them. Even so, even if that vampire girl is a part of the enemy, thereotically, he has no choice but to kill her. "I went out because I can't stand your pride."

Changing the subject, wanting this torture to end quickly. It hurts him to see her in pain and suffering blood loss. "...you know, I hit that cat boy because he said you're fraternizing with the enemy, his boss."

He wasn't helping himself, here. "MY pride? Might I remind you just who taught me to have it in the first place," she snapped back at him, scowling. "How dare you, Alucard!"

Seething, the heiress listened in to what he had to say. "You let your temper get the best of you. Don't be so foolish next time! I'm not a child anymore, I am a woman who can handle her own fights. Let them say what they want!"

At that remark, it got him smirking and chuckling a bit, but his head is bowed down in humility.

"I know." Ah, that's it. That's more like it. This is her reinstating her position and role. It can't get any more clearer or direct than that.

"I'm sorry."

Integra was fuming. How many other things hadn't he told her about? Going on a date with a WOMAN? Integra felt more annoyed, more angry than she should have.

"I don't need you to fight all of my battles," she stated angrily, eyes narrowed dangerously at the vampire. "You have taken far too many liberties, vampire. I'm through with this behavior of disrespect, do you understand me?"

...oh, does that mean he cared what's going on with his personal life and his feelings? He never knew. At least, she's angry enough to sacrifice her blood and her life to do the spell and that teaches the vampire much to learn about respect and knowing his place.

He wished he could have done things differently with her back in the hospital after her defeat at the tournament, but he has to act needy and desperate. He repressed his desire in wanting her approval..

"Yes, yes, I do." Now all she has to do is state her intent to make him obey her commands with absolute obedience or the spell couldn't be complete.

"I would like to make sure of that, considering I thought that was already ingrained into your mind from the time of your capture at the hands of my grandfather," she replied. Tiredly, she gestured at the seals on the floor. "These are being used for another purpose as well. You really WON'T leave this basement now, unless I give the okay... if you leave, I will know."

She hadn't wanted things to come down to this, and perhaps that expression briefly flashed across her features. "I order you to never disobey an order again, Servant. I will never trust you to the same level I did again. That mistake was mine, and mine alone."

Tch, an inescapable magical barrier where he was trapped. Fine. He can't make his escape ever...and when they need to make the move to Britain, she can easily take it down and bring it up again easily and the next time, he can't complain, he must obey.

Yep, that's how the spell works. No matter where he goes, she will know. She will know his presence and the spell only strengthens it to a brand new dimension to enforce obedience. She will hunt him down...almost the same way her grandfather hunts him down. Is she not a vampire hunter and ghoul slayer as she was taught and bred to do for her career?

"Yes, My Master." He wanted to say, will you release me now? But he must wait until she's ready to release him. He wanted to move again.

"Good," she stated, visibly wilting some. She was exhausted and hurting and the bleeding was finally oozing to a finish. Leaning heavily against one of the stone walls, she leered at him.

"You may move, Servant."

And move he does. Having the more advantage of being a vampire, he heals quickly from the pain...

He then walked toward to her, to see if she welcomes him back in her personal space once more.

When he moves towards her, she puts a hand up. "Don't. Stay where you are. I don't want you anywhere near me right now, Alucard." Congratulations, Count. You've managed to sting your Master's pride AND hurt her feelings at the same time.

He stopped and he obeyed. Not because of the spell, even though it's a part of it. Because he choose to, and he nodded.

He then goes to his coffin and sat. A prisoner once again, he thought grimly.

He berated himself as to why he has to act so stupid right now. But then again, he remember's an uncontrollable monster acting on his selfish desires.

"You won't leave this basement without me knowing," she replied again, frowning at him. Straightening, she wiped the blood -- something she'd normally just let HIM lick off as a treat -- onto her suit.

"...I should demand an answer to your behavior, but I won't, simply because I don't care anymore."

"I am your Servant. Due to the spell of absolute obedience, you can order me to tell you the truth and I will not hesitate to tell you everything I know. If you tell me not to lie, I will not lie ever again. If you tell me not to betray you again, I will not."

Bowing to his mistress. "Every part of my body, mind, and powers will obey only you until death do us part."

"Like I believe that," she snaps at him. "Did you not just hear me? I don't CARE why you did what you did. I would have hoped you would have told me even without the spell, just as I'd hoped that you'd have obeyed me without it, too... but that just was not in the cards."

To tell the truth, he's not sure either, but all the confusion boils down to is that he doesn't understand his feelings as a man and a monster.

"...Check the drawer next to my throne." He said quietly. "I bought you a gift and I meant to give it to you when the time is right, but I wasn't sure of how I felt about you as a your servant. I bought it a long time ago." Actually, he bought it last week, but let her think he's been hiding it for quite a while.

She wasn't sure whether she should or shouldn't, really. The last time he'd given her a gift, this happened. Was he merely trying to worm his way out of her orders? "How you felt about me as my servant... are you saying that you aren't happy, then, Alucard? I have treated you better than ANY of my forefathers... which apparently, was a mistake."

Glancing at his throne, she finally moved towards it. "You don't have to worry, though, you know. Unlike you, I will die, and then you can be happily passed onto my kin. Perhaps you will like them better." she continued, rummaging through the drawer he told her to, until she found a small box. "Is this it?"

He sighed and tiredly slumped on his coffin. "...I'm never going to go to another tournament again. Going to battle makes me blood-thirsty." And when he sees her, he got too eager like a gladiator man who just fought a good battle and he just wanted his own woman badly.

"I'm your prisoner." He stated simply. "Yes, it's for you." He's not going to stop her. If she doesn't want it, she can simply throw it away.

Wearily, Integra glanced at the box, before opening it and just... staring. A ring. A silver, lovely ring. She didn't wear jewelry, so she really wasn't quite sure WHY he bought her a ring of all things. Still, she was a woman. Her expression softened slightly, and she glanced up at him.

"...You shouldn't have bought anything for me. What is the occasion?"

It was a promise ring. Well, it was a slightly enchanted promise ring with a crystal embedded in it. When wearer wears it, it will raise the person's stamina. (Status effect of the ring: +10 HP, +10 MP, +10 Defense.)

"Initially I want to make a promise to you that I'll never betray you." He said. "You know, in times of war, it's natural that people separate. Some go to battlefront while the other stayed at home. Sometimes, they never see each other again."

Integra isn't stupid of course. Usually, tradition has it is that when a man buys such a ring for a woman, it simply means his feelings are...

If Integra is smart and put two and two together, it really explains Alucard odd and abnormal behavior.

Or would she be oblivious or pretend to be oblivious?

"To tell the truth, I don't want to be treated like an object, but I'm a vampire and you're a human."

Integra's eyes widened slightly in surprise. She stared at the ring, and then glanced to Alucard, and then back to the ring, unsure of what to think. She knew what it represented, yes, but she never assumed Alucard of all creatures...

Taking the ring out, she nonchalantly tugged her right glove off and slipped it onto her ring finger. A perfect fit. For now, she'd pretend to be oblivious; eventually, it wouldn't be that easy... but surely even he would understand that, for right now, it was better this way.

"...Thank you. It's lovely." Glancing back at him, she sighed. "I don't want to treat you like an object, either... I just want you to respect me."

Truth be told, since Integra sacrificed a lot of her energy, blood, and lifeforce to summoned him through the ritual...while it wasn't necessary because her grandfather already enforced it a hundred years ago, the act of her deed humbled the monster into humility and he's starting to slowly realized he needs to look at her with a new perspective and think out of the box.

He noticed that. She accepted it? Yes, yes she did! And then when she said that, his guilt and burden was relieved, and put the weight off his shoulders. He was worried because he knew a part of him was...insane and disturbing and there will be times where Integra would have trouble controlling his lust for power and control.

A part of him was hoping she would forgive him for his offenses. No matter how deep and beyond the redemption of God's graces.

"Forgive me." He said slowly as he eyes her evenly. Hating himself for admitting his weakness. "I will try harder."

Stupid bloodsucking git. She was still annoyed, but visibly less pissed off for the time being. Walking over to where he was, a sign that she was ready to receive him back into her presence, she placed her hands on her hips.

"...Forgiven. Please, don't do it again, though."

He's about to say, 'But I need to get out of the house sometime or I'll get cabin fever'.

But right now she's in a forgiving mood. Finally. He think it's best to just shut his whining mouth..and then later sort out his priorities, his loyalty, his feelings, and himself for the rest of the night.

"Yes, Master."

He merely waited to see if there is anything else.

Wearily, "...You're free to roam the house and gardens, but until I can completely trust you again, you won't leave the grounds. Is that clear, Alucard?"

His expression softens. With her giving more and more orders to make it more challenging to him, at least it was clear that she still cares about him.

"It won't be here anymore once we leave and return to Britain...but yes."

"Yes, I know. I meant until the wedding," she supplied with a sigh, turning away from him finally to walk back upstairs. Pausing, she turned to glance back at him. "...Thank you, again, for the ring. It's lovely."

He's not going to drag this on and on.

"You're welcome." A pause. "I won't leave this basement or beyond the garden." Closing his eyes wanting to go to sleep.

"Tomorrow is going to be another night..." Before she leaves, he suddenly blurts out.

"Integra, let's start over. I want us to be like..." He searches the words. "I like us better when you do treat me like your Knight when you're a girl."

"Good," she stated, nodding to him as she began to ascend the stairs. She stopped, however, quietly looking at him when he addressed her again.

The heiress lifted a brow, but then looked back up the stairs. "...Perhaps, when I feel I can trust you again."

He simply nods. "Yes. That is all for now."

Once the door is closed, all is quiet and dark in the basement, allowing the vampire to sulk and brood. Surely he'll find an opportunity to prove his loyalty and obedience to her once more, once again. To climb back to the top and earn her trust and prove himself that he's worthy not as a monster or vampire, but as a man of his word.

Until then, the vampire just slumped in his chair, welcoming sleep and think over his actions to redeem himself...even if the chance is slight, he'll take the risk and rise above his self-loathing as a monster.

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