The Klaxons went off and the red lights came on. Walter, the gate technician, was immediately at the keyboard double-checking on the integrity of the iris.
"Off world activation," he announced with a hint of anxiety. They didn't know who would be coming through; friend, foe, a returning team, or attack from an old enemy. Walter didn't even have to turn around; he knew the footsteps behind him belonged to General George Hammond and the light step was their CMO, Major Janet Fraiser.
"Receiving IDC now, General. It's the To'kra." There was a collective sigh of relief from all in the control room.
"Open the iris." Hammond didn't have to give the command. Walter had his fingers poised and ready and the iris seemed to begin to open as he finished the sentence.
Jacob Carter/Selmak appeared to run through the event horizon, his eyes intent on the control room making immediate contact with Hammond. The look on his face and the body language was not that of a father coming to visit his daughter, Major Samantha Carter. This was a man on a mission with bad news.
Before Hammond could make it out the control room Jacob had bounded in and was motioning towards the conference room on the next level. "George, we've got to talk."
Hammond followed him up the stairs.
"Where is SG1?" It was Selmak and not Jacob who was asking but both were out of breath.
Hammond motioned for his old friend and symbiote(?) to take a seat at the table. He knew it had to be critical if Selmak was taking stage-front on this one.
"General, where is SG1?" The question was repeated with greater urgency.
"SG1 is off-world on P3x666. They are not due back for two more days. What is all this about, Selmak? "
"It is the Goa'uld, Camazotz. She has been in contact with the System Lords, and to gain their good graces again, she has pledged to hunt down and capture or kill SG1. "
"And?" Hammond knew there was an 'and'. Hearing that name again, Camazotz, the Goa'uld who had nearly killed Jack send a chill around his heart. Jack had descended into darkness and had almost been irretrievable.
Selmak dipped his head and Jacob Carter took over.
"Jacob, tell me what is going on?" This was a demand.
"Camazotz has pledged to kill or make prisoners of SG1 and is going to make Jack a host and her mate. George, we can't let that happen. Camazotz is reputed to be a Queen Goa'uld. She mates with Jack and makes little snakes, they will have his DNA and possibly his memories."
"Jacob, you know they know the risks. Every member of the team knows the death sentence the Goa'uld have on their heads."
"This is different, George. She wants to make them host and bring Teal'c back as the Shol'va. She has been hunting them for months now."
"How do you know all of this?" It was Hammond pressed.
"We have an operative inside the System Lords. We think we know where Camazotz is, where she is gathering her forces. She has already collected quite a few Jaffa to her. They say she is very persuasive." Jacob was still not saying all he had to say or was coloring it.
Hammond looked at his friend, and cocked his head to the side searching Jacob's eyes. The look was of agony, fear, and hate was to be seen there and the old warrior was not clouding them in respect of their friendship.
"Camazotz is going to stop at nothing to find Jack."
"He'll never stand to be sidelined because of her threat Jacob, you know that."
The Klaxons began to sound again and Walter announced over the P.A. system of an unscheduled incoming traveler.
Jacob and George rushed to the control room.
"SG1. They're under fire with injuries per Dr. Jackson." Walter announced opening up the iris.
Daniel was the first one out, he rolled down the ramp, a staff weapon blast to one thigh; behind him at a full run was Teal'c and Sam. Staff blasts shot through the wormhole. One lucky blast took out one of the S.F.'s.
His throat nearly closed but he had to call out the order. "Close the Iris." He and Jacob rushed down the stairs to the gate room.
"Where is O'Neill?" It was Selmak who demanded the answer from a dazed and wounded Teal'c.
"They came out of nowhere, dad." Sam sobbed against Teal'c as they both slumped down in a heap of wounds.
"O'Neill ordered us to dial the gate. He laid down cover fire. He was struck at least once, perhaps twice. "Tears poured freely from Teal'c eyes.
"We have to go back." Daniel gasped as the medical team began to check him over.
The wormhole disengaged.
"He's dead. I saw it. He couldn't... survive after two hits..." Sam was crying and shaking as she was going into shock herself.
"The armor - what Goa'uld was it?" Selmak grabbed Teal'c by the shoulders.
"Black armor with the image of a fanged bat."
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His team had made it. He watched Teal'c half carry Sam through. Good. He spun around and pulled the trigger of his P-90 back hard and long for as long as he could. The second staff blast hit him directly in the chest. Jack knew he had only a moment of life left. He was falling backwards, finger still on the trigger of a gun that had gone empty just like him. His last vision was of two Jaffa leaning over him, their armor flat black, and the sound of a ring transporter. As everything turned to gray he felt a gentle hand on his face.
"I told you, you would always be mine."
Jack looked into the glowing eyes of Camazotz and felt his last breath leave his lungs but knew this death was not going to be final.
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"I need them all in the infirmary." Janet began to coordinate the triage. All were in shock; all three had some kind of injury. She had seen this before, but it had been Daniel they thought they had left behind dead. Her medical team assisted the three off and she stayed behind for only a moment.
"General, where's the Colonel?"
"He didn't make it back." Hammond somehow managed to choke the words out.
"O'Neill may have been taken by the Goa'uld, Camazotz." Jacob looked at her and watched her turn pale, but it was Hammond who was beginning to sweat in anxiety. He was remembering how Jack had been sitting on his roof with a bottle of booze and a loaded sidearm trying to decide which one to use after the Colonel's last encounter with the Goa'uld.
"I want SG3 geared up and ready to go. Doctor, I want SG1 to tell me what happened. " Hammond practically pushed Janet towards the infirmary.
A few corridors later, Hammond was standing next to Teal'c's bed. "Son, you have to tell me what happened."
"General, we were barely a kilometer from the gate when we were attacked. O'Neill told us to lay down cover fire. I do not believe it was an ambush but that was an unfortunate coincidence. The Jaffa seemed as unprepared at our meeting as were we. There were at least thirty. It was wise for us to retreat. " Teal'c began the tale. He glanced at Carter and Daniel both were curled up on medical exam tables, useless and in shock. "We must go back for him, for them." Teal'c inclined his head towards Daniel and Carter.
Hammond wanted to agree but he was not sending these three anywhere. "We have SG3 ready to go. I am going to open the wormhole and see what we can get from the MALP. If Dr. Fraiser releases you, come up to the control room." Hammond knew that Teal'c was hurting equally to his comrades but, being a Jaffa and more of a warrior, he knew that there were consequences in the chosen profession, inherent dangers.
"He is my brother. I can not leave him behind." Teal'c's face was blank but tears flowed in free rivers down his cheeks
The loss of O'Neill would be too great, the program could continue on but it would never recover and Hammond was damned if he was going to lose one of the finest men he had ever had the privilege to knock heads with to some glowing eyed bitch.
Jacob was beside his daughter comforting her, while at the same time he was hearing the urgent demands of his symbiote. O'Neill must not be allowed to fall into enemy hands. It was better he die than become a host. Jack would understand and demand as much. He tore himself away from a wounded daughter to go with Hammond.
"Dial up P3x666 and see if we are getting signals from the MALP." Hammond ordered Walter who complied immediately. SG3 was waiting looking expectantly up at the control room.
Bandaged and battered SG1 limped into the control followed by a furious CMO.
The first image from the MALP showed two Jaffa bodies their armor was black and the helmets were the stylized head of a bat. The ground was saturated with blood and shell casings. Hammond stared at the monitors and his heart sank. The amount of shell casings and blood, Jack had not gone down without a fight, but was he dead? Alive? Lost to them? Something caught Hammond's eye.
"Can you zoom in there?" He asked pointing to a spot on the screen.
Walter began to toggle the controls focusing on the point of Hammond's interest.
"Oh g-d." Carter gasped as the screen was filled with the object. Blood soaked and discarded, an O.D. green baseball cap lay abandoned on the limestone path a few yards from the gate. Tears burned her blue eyes.
They made it through the gate; his team was safe so when the third staff blast tore into his chest, Jack was able to accept death. His team was safe. He was dead. Not the best day but he could live, make that die, with that thought.
But he was not going to die, he had not died. Instead, he felt the light around him and the power before he could see it. The sensation had a familiarity to it. The flatness, being enclosed, his eyes were open but only in thin slits, enough to let him know he was inside of a Goa'uld sarcophagus. The lid separated and began to slide open. Still too weak too move, he felt himself pulled roughly to his feet and then dragged on his knees.
Jack began a quick inventory. Oh of course, no weapons, belt, and socks had been taken. He had been left in his pants and black t-shirt. He forced his eyes open more as strength began to return. The hallways were lit only with burning braziers casting shadows of flames against the walls. There was an under note to the smoke laced air, a stench he recognized from battlefields to infirmaries, blood, decaying flesh and death the perfume of his captor.
The Jaffa drug him to a waiting chamber. In the middle were two columns with large rings embedded in each. Shackles hung from them and it was obvious that he would be spread between the two at some point. There was a raised platform with more restraints built in. So with a couple of throw rugs and a potted plant in one corner and a big screen TV this was going to be home, a real fixer upper.
The Jaffa pinioned Jack between the two columns as he had figured they would. Once he was secured they stood off to the side and faced the doorway. The sound of more Jaffa boots and armor could be heard approaching. The door slid open and the escort of Jaffa stood to one side. Camazotz stepped forward and stood in front of Jack. Her body was encased in sheer black gossamer, belted at her hips. The buckle was a plate-sized golden face of a fanged bat, which covered her most private of areas. A necklace of golden skulls covered her full breasts, Her blonde hair seemed even longer and licked her knees. But it was the face that was the hardest to view. Though he knew better, the face of his enemy was the face of Samantha Carter, his beautiful Sam, his Carter. Her eyes glowed white and she smiled revealing her pearl white teeth and two yellowed fangs.
Camazotz ran a long razor sharp nailed hand over Jack's face and traced the square shape of his jaw, her thumb judging the depth of the cleft. He was handsome, even her host felt the attraction. She reached up and let her tongue trace the outline of his lips.
Jack tried to move away but a Jaffa held his head in place. Her tongue on his lips, soft, wet and hot, blatant in the sexual overtones.
"You will want me, need me and desire me my beloved. I will have nothing else." Camazotz whispered in his ear, nipping gently with her fangs. She could feel his pulse quicken as she kissed his neck. For now it was out of rage, but soon it would change and his pulse would quicken with the mere thought of her. Her fangs sank slowly and deftly into the flesh of his strong-corded neck. She let the blood begin to seep from his wounds. Jack had been unable to withhold a gasp of pain.
"I'll die first." Jack gasped. The sensation of her tongue on his throat maddening.
"Oh, you will die many times my beloved, and each time I will revive you." Camazotz smiled against Jack's bleeding neck. It was true, for each time Jack died, he would be taken to the sarcophagus to be revived, each time his resistance to her reduced. The nanocytes from her blood stream would expand exponentially with each exposure to the insidious device, taking more control of him each time, changing him. .
He could fight all he wanted and play the strong warrior, but the combination of her nanocytes and the effects of the sarcophagus would be even too much for the great Tauri O'Neill to combat. It would take time and that was something she had great quantities of.
"Resistance is futile, my pet. You will be my mate." Camazotz ran a hand over Jack's chest and pressed her palm over the spot where she could feel his strong heart beating.
"Now where have I heard that before? No, really, where have I heard that before?" Jack smart- assed. It was lost on the Goa'uld who had a different agenda. She brought her right wrist up to Jack's lips. She let him feel the softness of her skin before she brought her wrist back to her mouth. This time it was her own fangs that bit into her flesh. The blood began to flow immediately.
Jack knew what was going to happen next he expected her to press her wrist to his mouth, he could fight that. But he was wrong. Camazotz sucked on her own wrist and then began to suck on his neck. With a mouth full of blood, she pressed her lips to his.
His lips parted and her eager tongue buried itself in his mouth, bringing with it the commingled blood. Jack tried to resist, to bite her tongue but a Jaffa pulled his head back. The damage was already done. The blood slipped down his throat before he could retch it back up.
Camazotz mouth was back on his neck and she was feeding, lapping up his blood, swallowing like someone dying of thirst. A deep purple veil began to descend over his vision. The blood hit his empty stomach and he spasmed in agony.
His attacker took a step back so Jack could see her as she delicately wiped the blood from her lips and licked each finger clean. A blinding white pain hit Jack's head as the nanocytes began to invade his blood stream. He passed out as Camazotz turned and left his cell.
"When he awakes, give him twenty lashes. I want to see skin flayed from his back." Camazotz ordered heading for her personal chambers. The Tauri tasted even better this time and she was going to enjoy every drop of his blood each time she killed him.
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"Okay, people, what do we do to get Colonel O'Neill back?" Hammond looked around the table at SG1, Jacob Carter, and Dr. Janet Fraiser. The collected minds had been able to figure out way to save the universe before he needed them to do it again. As much as he admired, respected and felt fatherly towards Jack O'Neill the man, his primary concern was that one of his officers was in the hands of the enemy and could possible be compromised and thus compromise the program.
"This might be out of left field, General, but Camazotz thinks or behaves like a Vampire." Daniel was starting a line of reasoning that had their attention. "She was on P3x666 for several centuries. The inhabitants know her habits as well as anyone."
"He's right, George; Camazotz has been off the system lords' radar for that long if not longer. Her appetites are even a little off for the Goa'uld to take. Even though she is trying to get back in their good graces, they have no idea where she is holed up. We, the Tokra, have a line on her but have been unable to get into her inner circle. She'll know us for what we are. Besides we have only been observing her."
"Then we have to go back to the planet where we found her, where she captured the Colonel. It's worth a shot, at least a jumping off point. " Sam piped in.
"Are these three up to it?" Hammond asked Fraiser who had been fidgeting with her pen apprehensively through the entire conversations.
"Does it matter?" She snapped then took a deep breath, "They can travel, and their wounds were minor. I don't see how we could stop them." She finished muttering under her breath, and then her head jerked up. "Sir, based on what we know and what has happened to the Colonel before, if a mission is undertaken to retrieve the Colonel, I request a medical team go too."
"Volunteering, Doctor?" Hammond smiled. "SG1, you have a go. Find out what you can report back. Jacob?"
"I will see if i can get the keys to a cargo ship. We aren't going to be able to just gate in. I will contact you, George, and arrange a rendezvous. "
"We should waste no time," Teal'c had already risen from the table.
"SG3 is going with you. Be ready to ship out in one hour." Hammond ordered.
"We'll be ready before that." Daniel was a step behind the exiting Teal'c.
"Doctor, you and one other get what ever you need together."
Janet gulped suddenly realizing what she had gotten herself into. Well, CJ was just going to have to report early. She needed her best triage nurse with her and C.J. had been Jack's personal watchdog through the last episode.
One hour later SG1, Janet, and C J, who teased in her morbid black humor about getting to go on a field trip, walked through the wormhole traveling to P3x666.
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When the Stargate became engaged on P3x666, Ivanyn was immediately notified. The sun was setting and soon the twin moons would rise. It was a beautiful night for visitors. It had been quite some time since the gate had opened and it could only be the strangers from the other world who had freed them of the dark creature.
Daniel was one of the first through and was surprised that Ivanyn would be there to greet them so casually especially with the sun setting. The abnormal fear that the Rusno had of the night, which had been exhibited on the prior visits, seemed no longer present.
"Ivanyn! Greetings." Daniel tried to make it light, but with the four Marines of SG3, and Sam and Teal'c's looks, it was clear this was not a social visit. CJay and Janet came through last and stood gaping at the village that sprawled out in front of them. It appeared to be out of a movie set and Frankenstein or the Wolf man could be lurking around any corner. They were closer than they knew.
"Daniel Jackson, Samantha Carter, and Teal'c, greetings. Come, you must dine with us and bring your friends. We have much to speak of. Where is the silver haired one, your O'Neill? Please tell me he is well? " Ivanyn was concerned as he began to lead the Stargate personnel towards his Inn/residence.
The nine were immediately set down at a large table and platters of food set out before them. Ivanyn had his wife preparing rooms for his new guests.
"Ivanyn these people with us are here because..." Sam tried to start but the words choked her.
"It is O'Neill. The Goa'uld who had enslaved your planet, she has once again captured him. She hunted him." Teal'c stated with bitter simplicity.
"We thought that maybe if we talked to you about the time that she, Camazotz, was here on your planet that we might get a better idea of how to hunt her and get our friend back."
"This is most distressful." Ivanyn looked at the group. "I will help as much I can for I am the keeper of the Knowledge, the Provider."
"What do you mean Provider?" It was Janet who asked as she noticed the marks on his neck. There were several and they seemed similar to the ones she had found on the Colonel's throat.
"What he means, is he provides to my people. It is only a ceremonial duty, a show of faith and the pact from the very first days we came to be here on this world." The voice came from the shadow of the open door way. It was a full baritone, reassuring, pleasing and almost comforting.
The Marines seemed to stop in mid- reach to their weapons. Sam, Janet, and CJ felt as if the heat had been turned up in the room, the voice was so masculine and sultry. There was an intake of breath from the three women as the man stepped into the soft fireplace glow of the living room.
He stood perhaps two to three inches over six feet. His skin was alabaster and his hair flowed over broad shoulders was as sea of burnished cooper. But it was his eyes that claimed all attention, for they were burgundy in color and seemed to glow as if they were absorbing the light from open flames of the fireplace. The stranger was neither young nor old, but devastatingly handsome with his square jaw high cheekbones, full lips, and strong Roman nose. The tunic he wore revealed a great expanse of his chest. The material seemed to be made from the very gray shadows from which he materialized. The matching breeches strained to confine the supple yet well-defined muscles of his body.
"I am Yurik of the Obyri. We owe a great debt to the silver haired warrior, " His voice curled around the women like a lover's arms. He smiled broadly revealing elongated canines. "Is he not with you?"
"You're a. ... A real... " Daniel stammered with the sudden realization.
"Yurik is the leader of the Wampyr." Ivanyn finished Daniel's statement.
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Jack awoke. The muscles in his arms were on fire from the strain of holding his body upright. Camazotz had drunk her fill again and weakened him physically. His mind was fogged with thoughts of her, trying to think past visions of her voluptuous body. He focused on the pain to gather his wits. The Jaffa noticed his movements and called for another. The newly arrived Jaffa wore only black and had the body of a WWE wrestler. In his meaty paws were two devices that were easily recognizable, a torture stick, and what appeared to be a cat o'nine tails.
The pain stick was used first. Even at his strongest Jack could not suppress the cries of pain. The Jaffa must have thought he needed to be softened up. The crack of the whip was something he remembered; Iraqis had used the same little toy on him. The leather brought welts to his skin even through the material of his t-shirt but the small metal spikes on the end of several of the straps tore his skin open. What little blood he had left began to seep out of the new wounds. Jack thrashed violently and heard his left wrist snap.
Camazotz had arrived unnoticed and was leaning against the doorway watching the whipping.
"Kree!" She called out as the twentieth blow landed.
There was barely any consciousness left, his head hung on his chest, and his legs had folded like a newspaper. Camazotz stepped around him and tore what was left of his shirt from him pulling with it any loose skin or clotted blood. Through the crimson veil of pain, Jack felt her tongue begin to lick his wounds, wounds she had ordered. Her tongue left his back and proceeded to his shoulder, so sensually laving him. The touch of her succulent lips seemed to ease the pain in his arms as if she could lick the pain awayCamazotz eased her body around his, slowly encircling him with her arms. Jack watched her bring her wrist to her mouth. This time, instead of forcing him to taste her blood, she began to smear it into his wounds.
"Forever mine." She began to chant to him, her breath warm on his neck.
Even Jack knew that she was introducing her blood into his blood stream. After a few moments of this, she began to lick the wound she had made earlier in his throat. Her fangs made quick work of the flesh, his blood began to flow again. This time Jack could feel his heart beating harder and harder to circulate what little blood was left in him. Life was coming to another end; Camazotz gave him death with a passionate kiss.
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"There is no such thing as a Vampire!" Major Lawrence snapped looking at the handsome stranger in Ivanyn's home.
"Major, why don't you and your men go check on the sleeping arrangement and let us discuss this." It was Daniel who was speaking again but still staring at the newcomer.
The man, vampire, or specter moved in total silence as he sat down at the long table next to Ivanyn. Beside him sat Janet who was eyeing him with more than a clinical appraisal. All three of the women were flushed and breathing a little more rapidly. Daniel had to admit the man was handsome. No, that was unfair and inadequate; the man was beautiful and overwhelming. It reminded him, uncomfortably, of the effect Hathor had on him and the men of the SGC.
"Ivanyn has told me what he has come to know of you who have walked through the ring of shimmering water. Both of our people were brought to this world millennium ago. There were few of my people at the time." Yurik began talking Janet's hand and kissing the inside of her wrist on the pulse point of the cephalic vein.
"Our people were enemies at first but we came to an understanding. We raise cattle for both us and the needs of the Obyri. They protected us and we them." Ivanyn began to explain pouring drinks for all of his quests but Yurik. He made quick introductions all away around.
"So you have a sort of symbiotic relationship, well, without the symbiote." Carter was slipping into scientist mode and it was allowing her to free herself somewhat for the spell that Yurik seemed to weave.
"Do you live solely on blood?" Janet pulled her hand away; she could feel sweat trickling down the back of her BDU's.
"You are the healer? And this one with the golden curls - she, too, was here when the silver haired warrior escaped. Where is he? Did he survive?" Yurik's tone was becoming more adamant.
"We were just telling Ivanyn that is why we are back. The creature that was here, Camazotz, she has the silver haired, I mean Colonel Jack O'Neill. He is a leader of our people and a great warrior." Daniel had snapped out of the spell once again thinking of Jack. "We have reason to believe she has captured him again."
"She took him because he was the strongest of you. He was the greatest threat. It was her way. It is not ours. Her presence here made it impossible for the Obyri to live as we once had with our Rusno brethren. She killed many of us. " He paused and looked into the souls of SG1 with his deep burgundy eyes. Their hearts were pure, their cause righteous. "What may we do to help you destroy her and free the Warrior O'Neill?"
"We have been fighting the Goa'uld for some time now, and we find they are very hard to kill and there always seems to be another one to take the defeated one's place. There has never been a Goa'uld with the same dietary needs as you and your people." Janet still could barely take his eyes from the man.
"Who better to hunt a Wampyr than another Wampyr? This is so? I will speak to my tribe. They will agree, I will see to it. "
"But how can you help us? Can you travel in daylight? I mean garlic and a stake through the heart? I mean, you are the living dead?" Daniel's naiveté was showing.
"I know nothing of this stake in heart and living dead. I am appalled you would think this living dead?" Yurik took umbrage and rose angrily from the table.
"The legends of the Tauri's world are distorted and meant to scare the children and the weak minded." Teal'c tossed in an explanation as an apology of sorts.
"We can travel by day but our flesh is too sensitive for us to be in the full sunlight. We, however, live twice the life span of most humans. We believe in a divine Protector who gave us all life. Does this satisfy you?"
"Please, is there is anyway that you can help the Colonel?" Carter asked the tears at her lashes.
Yurik took her hand and kissed her wrist. He drew back as if slapped. "You have the same taste as the evil one." His burgundy eyes narrowed and he stepped towards the door, the shadows beginning to absorb him.
"No, she was once possessed by a Goa'uld, a Tok'ra actually, but that is too long to explain, and Teal'c carries the larva of one. The Goa'uld has enslaved his people, the Jaffa, for centuries. The Jaffa carry the immature symbiote till maturity. The Jaffa now, well some, are revolting against the false g-ds. Teal'c was the first of a new resistance movement. "
Still melding into the shadows, Yurik nodded his head. "Tomorrow, at the rise of the second moon." With those words, he stepped into the night. Daniel rushed to the door with Teal'c, but they could not find so much as a footprint in the soft dirt outside of their host's door. "
"Until Lord Yurik returns, you will eat, sleep, and we will share knowledge of this world and that of the home world." Ivanyn tossed slabs of meat on plates, bloody and butter tender. "You will need all of your strength to hunt down the demon."
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Was it the third or fourth time that he had found himself in the sarcophagus? Jack wondered as he felt around him. There was still a great amount of pain, but he was starting to understand Camazotz's strategy. She was letting this damn Goa'uld coffin heal him but only to a point. It would be too dangerous for her to have him restored to full health.
Jack could tell his blood volume was restored; yes, she had seen to it he was refilled like a propane tank for a BBQ grill. The wounds sustained under her treatment were, for the most part, healed. His right wrist felt more strained than broken and he knew how to tell the difference. The whipping his back had taken was itching, so more than likely, that was in the healing- to- scaring- over stage. The neck wound, hell, she might as well just install a tap so she could drink her fill whenever she wanted.
The only thing that could not be restored was his resistance. It was fading incrementally with each session in the sarcophagus. He'd seen what it had done to Daniel and now it was happening to him, but is seemed to be happening so fast. It had to be something to do with her blood; each session with Camazotz had involved at least once her feeding him her blood or letting her blood flow into one of his open wounds. Something about her blood making him ingest it or her introducing it to his blood stream, maybe Nanocytes or some kind of infectious properties to it Jack had been around Janet long enough to pick up some of medical/science of the Goa'uld and he had been exposed to something like this before- twice, actually. Once, he had aged to over one hundred years old with Kinthia - field rations, O'Neill, he reminded himself. The other had been planet of light and dark with the Broca Divide thing, or had that been a virus?
The lid of the sarcophagus slid back and, before he could react, strong jaffa hands pulled him upright. Jack was half dragged back to his cell. Once again he was strapped between two pillars. He'd lost track of time and one of the Jaffa ladled water down his throat after he had been secured. When he had his last meal was as lost to him as what day it was. Camazotz wouldn't let him die from hunger or thirst because she usually didn't let him live that long before she drained him and tossed him back in that damn sarcophagus.
In the red glow of the burning braziers, Jack waited for his tormentor. It was a short wait. Camazotz was escorted into his chamber. She had adorned herself in the sheerest of white silk leaving nothing of her perfect body to the imagination. Her lips were soft and sweet against his Jack screamed obscenities at her as she slipped to her knees in front of him.
The acts Camazotz performed would have driven a eunuch insane. As he went over the edge, her fangs pierced the femoral vein of Jack's thigh and she began to drink her fill. Spent, exhausted, and once again ensanguined, Jack couldn't resist Camazotz as she opened her wrist and fed him her spiced honey flavored contamination, her blood.
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