TURNING!
A/N: This is for the Nightmare challenge.
What happened? Where am I? That was all McGee could think of. The last thing he remembered was going through the paperwork at a sheriff's office. For a case? Yes a case McGee thought. There was something about ritualistic killings and missing hearts and missing people.
Then what?
McGee thought deeply and reached deep into his jumbled mind. He remembered walking to the car and feeling light headed. That was when Tony fumbled for his keys and walked drunkenly before slumping to the ground. The last thing McGee thought he heard was one of the deputies talking on the radio to somebody. Then the surrounding darkness took hold.
Tony? McGee's mind screamed.
"Tony?" McGee called out. He received no answer. At first he blinked a few times, it was impossible to tell if his eyes were open or closed due to the darkness. It was cold, very cold. "Tony," not only was he cold but he felt alone. There were no other people in the area. He reached out only to touch cold, unforgiving stone. Ignoring the growing numbness in his hands he traced around the room. There was one door in a circular stone prison.
"Great," he muttered. "Hey!" McGee called out. He wanted to call out to his captors. He needed to know what was going on.
Xxxxxxxx
McGee wasn't sure why or how he managed to fall asleep. Perhaps it was coming down from an adrenaline rush, mental exhaustion or out of purely nothing to do until there was some communication. He heard the wooden door squeak open.
"Stay," he heard an unfamiliar accent order. "Or we won't hesitate to shoot," the voice ordered.
McGee did so and wondered if they were somehow transported into Medieval England or something. But shooting? He managed to see the poorly lit hallway that lead towards what they're being held in…
Dungeon… That's what he was going to call it.
He saw Tony's silhouette being shoved to the ground. "Look after your friend, Agent. He's valuable to us," the man told him.
"What do I call you?" McGee asked.
"You can call me… Prophet… How about that?" Prophet asked. There was an air of confidence about him. "I'm here to bring about the absolute truth. To bring a legend to life… To breathe fresh air into mistruths," Prophet said cryptically.
"Can't look after him in the dark or if I'm dead," McGee searched for whatever bargaining chip he thought he had.
"I know that… But watch yourself or we'll be forced to kill you. Killing a runt like you will be very easy. Would hardly be worth putting your body up for display," Prophet said as he walked out of the dungeon.
Xxxxxxx
McGee had lifted the unconscious Tony onto the second bed. It couldn't have been comfortable but there was no other choice. Tony moaned before moving. His head felt heavy and he felt very sleepy.
"Stay down," McGee ordered. He wished Ducky was there. They'd be able to make sure Tony was all right.
"Cold," Tony said. He waved his hands around as if he was attempting to push the chill away.
"We're in a stone… Dungeon," McGee said. "Is anything broken? Stay with me, Tony," McGee said urgently. He noticed there was silence. A light from above flickered on and illuminated the room. At least, McGee could clearly now.
Tony rubbed his neck and opened his eyes again. He was suddenly awake. "I thought I was dreaming," He sat up when he saw a thin layer of blood on his fingers. "Oh God," he leaped off the bed and put distance between him self and McGee.
"What?" McGee was surprised at how quick Tony moved.
"I've been bit," Tony looked around frantically.
"By what?" McGee asked. "A rat?" That sounded logical. The only thing that would make Tony move that quickly, that was fear.
"No," Tony felt his pulse racing. "Look at my neck," he pulled down his collar. Even from the center of the room, McGee could make out the circular red marks on the neck. "See?" Tony said. He shielded his eyes from the above light. "I'm going to turn into a vampire," he was getting hysterical.
"Tony… There's no such thing," McGee tried to tell him. "There could be several causes. If they were biting you, they'd have bitten me to," McGee showed him his own neck.
Tony's mind worked that idea over but pointed at McGee. "They left you here so that when I fully turn, I'd have something to feast on so I'll get over the initial bloodlust," Tony said. McGee was about to laugh until he realized Tony was being serious.
"Stay away from me," Tony snapped when McGee moved.
"Where do you expect me to go?"
"Stand in your little corner of the room!" Tony shouted. He was trying to get McGee to see the danger. He knew what was sure to come.
"It's a round room!"
"Then sit on your bed!" Tony shouted at the top of his lungs and pointed to the second bed. The younger agent wasn't doing what was in his best interest.