Vampyre
Draco stood over the cliff looking at the moon as it rose from it's watery grave. He gave his companion a smile, concentrated and took off over the waters. He screeched a final goodbye to his master and went on his way.
Michael watched him fly over the black waters until he was just a speck in the moon. "If you don't come back soon, I'll hunt you down and who ever killed my daughter Carrie. I know how you like your freedom, but remember you're mine."
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Halfway around the world in a country where war was raging in a MASH unit a couple of people sat chatting.
B.J. read his letter out loud to Hawkeye and showed him a new picture of Erin.
Hawkeye smiled down at the picture. "Cute kid. She sure is growing isn't she? Just hang in there Beej. This war can't go on forever."
B.J. nodded with tears welling and put the picture back into the envelope to save it and put it into a box in his trunk where he kept all his letters from home. He looked out into the night and saw something move outside. He stiffened slightly until he saw it was just a nurse on her way to the latrines. He gave a small sigh. It'll take him a long time to not jump at any movement in the dark ever since Captain Carrie McCarthy.
Hawkeye saw B.J. stiffen and sigh. "Still jumpy?"
B.J. sighed again. "Yeah. It was about two weeks ago but I keep thinking the next movement might be a vampire after me for killing her."
"Technically she was already dead. You just killed her a second time."
B.J. nodded. "Well at least I was better off than you. You were her snack."
Hawkeye laughed nervously. "Yeah. But you said she said I was pretty tasteless due to my fooling around." He rubbed the back of his neck and gave another weak laugh. "I guess all that fooling around actually saved my neck. Literally."
"Yeah."
"Will you two stop all your nonsense about vampires? Some us are trying to sleep," said Frank as he sat up quickly.
"She got you too Frank," said Hawkeye. He turned and put something in his mouth. "Don't forget the vampiressss." He turned around quickly and showed Frank the new fangs he was sporting.
Frank dove under his sheet and after hearing B.J. and Hawkeye give a chortle came up and said defiantly, "That wasn't funny."
"Okay it wasn't Frank." Hawkeye settled in bed and turned off the light.
Frank laid back down and got comfortable just to feel something hit his head. He put his hand up to it and could feel something pointed dig into his head. He gave a yell and Hawkeye turned on the light.
"What's the matter Frank?"
"You threw this at me!" He held up a pair of fangs.
"No I didn't Carrie did. She back to life a third time." Hawkeye did spook fingers toward Frank, which just earned him a huff.
He turned the light off again just to hear Frank say, "I need to go to the latrines."
"So go."
"I need one of you guys to go with me."
Hawkeye shook B.J. "Honey the baby needs to go."
B.J. gave him a slap and said, "It's your turn," and fell asleep.
"Sorry Frank but we're trying to get some sleep. Some Canadians are supposed to be coming in for a tune up in about 5 hours."
Frank whimpered and stayed put. "But I really need to go," he whispered softly to himself. He soon fell asleep because even malpractice can wear a man out.
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Draco landed in Tokyo, Japan, which is the farthest his master's power could go and looked around him. He was in a bustling city and he hardly had an idea how he was going to find where Carrie was before she was killed. Then he spied a couple of local nurses walking toward a building labeled Tokyo General. He smiled. This was going to easier than he had thought.
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Margaret lay in bed tossing and turning in a dream.
It started out with her laughing on a picnic with Hawkeye. Hawkeye was laughing too at his own joke but then his face went pale and his eyes sort of glazed over and he fell forward. Margaret panicked and quickly turned him over. He was breathing was shallow and his pulse was low. She noticed bite marks on his neck.
Then all of a sudden the scene changed and she was kneeling in the mess tent and all the nursing staff was laid out on the tables. They were all pale and their eyes were closed all the doctors were watching them warily but she couldn't see Hawkeye or B.J. anywhere.
Then she was in a dark void and she could hear laughing all around her. She stood up and looked all around but couldn't spy anything. Then she saw someone walking toward her from the gloom. It was a tall dark haired man near her own age give or take a few years. He was slightly pale, his lips were a dark red and he was smiling at her with all his teeth but a few of them were too long and pointed to be a normal human being's.
He stopped a few feet away from her and considered her. Then he sort of flowed toward her. She tried to move but she was frozen in place. He moved to her left and she could feel his cold hand tilt her head to the side then something sharp bite into her skin breaking it. She could feel the warmth draining from her as he drank her blood. Her heart worked over-time trying to compensate for the quick loss of blood but it just pumped her blood more quickly to him. Soon everything felt fuzzy and she could feel something warm enveloping her, then nothing. Not even more darkness.
Margaret woke up in a cold sweat. She looked around and remembered all her familiar surroundings. She quieted her self down and soon fell back asleep. The next morning she hardly remembered her dream.
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Draco smiled at the old nurse but inside he was snarling. "Are you sure you don't know she is?"
"Yes, she went AWOL. That's what her last post told us." Then she looked at him shrewdly. "Are you friend or family?"
"Family."
"Well I guess I could tell you where she was last stationed. Maybe they could give you an idea where she might have gone."
He smiled at her again. She was a nice old bat. He wondered how many times she had had sex.
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Hawkeye walked out of the mess tent and stretched. He had had a tiring night patching people up and decided he needed some rest. As he walked to the Swamp he saw a jeep come riding up the road. It stopped just in front of him and a tall man stepped out and thanked the driver.
The man had dark hair, wore civilian clothing, and looked unusually pale. Hawkeye almost paled himself because the man reminded him a lot of Carrie but it was probably because he liked wearing hats. The man was wearing an Irish cap and had several cases with him. He saw Hawkeye and smiled.
"Hello. I'm Drake O' Sullivan. I'm a reporter covering the Korean war and what better place to go then the best damn army hospital in the Asian theater." The man extended his hand, which Hawkeye shook. The man had a slight Irish accent but it was hardly noticeable.
"I'm Hawkeye. Well there is no better place to go if you're looking for action except the front line but you have a better chance of surviving here than there. Can I help you with anything?"
"I was wondering if you could direct me to your C.O. office so I could introduce myself," replied Drake as he quietly surveyed the camp.
"It's right there. The only building that isn't made of puke green cloth." Hawkeye pointed toward the office and watched the man saunter off toward it. He made his way to the Swamp and found B.J. reading a magazine.
"Who was that?" asked B.J. without looking up.
"A reporter. A Drake O'Sullivan to be exact. He's here to write a paper about quote, 'the best damn army hospital in the Asian theater,' unquote."
"Hmmm. I would like to meet him. Maybe he's from San Francisco better yet even Mill Valley." He flipped a page and continued to read.
"I don't know. How many Irishman do you know in Mill Valley?" asked Hawkeye as he grabbed one of his own magazines.
B.J. looked up startled. "What did you say?"
"He was Irish. He had a slight accent." Hawkeye sat up and looked at his buddy. "You don't think he knows Carrie do you?"
B.J. looked out through the mesh. He saw a tall man walk to the mess tent. "There's only one way to find out." He set down his magazine and made his way to the tent.
When he got there it took him just a second to scan the tent and found the stranger sitting at a table by himself with a cup of crappy coffee. He got his own cup and sat by him.
"I here you're from outta town. I'm B.J. another Swamp rat. The man you met earlier is the head swamp rat. I'm just his little minion."
The man smiled at his joke. "Pleased to meet you B.J. Does that stand for anything?"
"My dad liked the letter B and my mom liked the letter J. So that's my name. So you're here to write a story?"
The man nodded. "I couldn't help but snoop a bit, but I found out that you had a nurse that went AWOL a ways back. A Captain Carrie McCarthy was it? Do you know what happened to her?"
B.J. hesitated a second but answered. "No, we don't."
That one-second hesitation was all the answer Draco needed. He smiled. "Well I might drop by later to ask a few questions. The Swamp is it?"
"Yeah, drop by around six. That's cocktail hour. We'll give you couple glasses of pure gasoline." He gave a laugh. "Catch ya later."
"Aye, I'll catch ye later," smiled Draco to himself.
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Around six Drake came by and drank a few glasses with the Swamp rats. He downed the first one quite easily, which puzzled them until he told them he once had his own still and it was like sweet nectar to him. He asked them a few questions and wrote down their answers.
When Frank came back from 'meeting' with Major Houlihan he spied the man drinking with Hawkeye and B.J.
"I can't have this!"
"What can't you have Frank?" asked Hawkeye dubiously.
"I can't have you bringing in stray people into this tent. This is an army hospital Pierce not a shelter." Then he saw the pen and paper Drake had and his mood changed remarkably.
"You're a reporter, huh?"
"I might be."
"Well then you should be talking to a Major instead of this riffraff." He gave a shrewd glance at the Captains.
Hawkeye opened his mouth to give a smart reply but Drake beat him to it. "I'm sorry but this stray person would feel more comfortable with riffraff since they one and the same." He gave Frank a cold glance and Frank shrank from him.
"I'm going to the latrines," said Frank as he quickly exited but he went to Margaret's tent instead.
They could here his whining when B.J. and Hawkeye burst into laughter. Hawkeye slapped Drake's shoulder. "I like this guy. He can surely put Ferret Face into his place."
"Ferret Face? He certainly looks like a Ferret doesn't he? Thanks for the drinks but I should be leaving soon. Goodnight Sirs." He tipped his hat and made his way to the V.I.P tent. He paused just a second when he passed Margaret's tent then continued on his way.
B.J. and Hawkeye drank a few more glasses of gasoline then went to bed. Frank soon came back and glared at them with dislike and soon fell asleep too.
After everyone was asleep a tall silhouette made it's way through the compound. It stopped at Margaret's tent and quietly watched. It shifted into a rat with red demon eyes and slipped in through a hole in a corner of the tent. It shifted back into a shape of a man as it watched the sleeping woman inside. She had a lacy shift on and the sheet only covered half of her so he had a good view of her. He smiled. She was quite beautiful with what moonlight that could get through the window and highlighted her platinum blonde hair that was arrayed around her head like a fan. He sat down and watched her through the hours of the night.
He planned about what he was going to do with this camp. B.J. obviously had something to do with Carrie. He had hesitated when he had asked about her. He didn't think Hawkeye really knew what was happening. He had seen the tell tale bit marks on his neck that had yet to heal. He was probably out of the whole time. Hawkeye was a handsome man that seemed to be really fond of the ladies. He smiled. He would have to scout the rest of the camp before he made his first move.
Unlike his so-called sister he liked to plan a bit before he took the first step. He could also hold his blood much better than her so he could go for about a week before needing a drink of the forbidden nectar.
He looked at Margaret thoughtfully. Maybe she could be more than a pretty snack. To bad Michel wasn't there so she could become his new sister after Carrie had died again. But then again he wouldn't want to do the stuff he wanted to do with her with a sister. He smiled and brought his fingertips together and peered over them at her.
"My darling Major. Soon, soon we will be together as one. One way or another." He grinned at her and could see her turn away uncomfortably.
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In the morning Margaret woke up in distress. She had a dream last night that some man somehow got into her tent and watched her the whole night. She didn't quite remember what he looked like but she remembered him saying something like, "Soon, soon we will be one. One way or another."
She shivered and got dressed. She noticed her chair was in the corner. That wasn't where she had left it. It was always stationed in front of her table. She shrugged and finished getting ready.
When she got to the mess tent and had gotten her tray she spotted a new man sitting at a table with Hawkeye and B.J. He was quite handsome and decided to go introduce herself.
She sat down across from the man and smiled. "Hi, I'm Major Margaret Houlihan. I don't believe we've been introduced."
Drake looked at her. She was stunning but not as beautiful as she did at night. He smiled. "My name's Drake O'Sullivan ma'am."
Margaret looked at the others coolly who were rolling their eyes. "At least someone here pays the right respects."
"What? I call you Major all the time!" objected Hawkeye.
"You do not!" she protested.
"Oh yeah I don't call you Major Baby." He looked at her with a disappointed look.
She gave a huff and looked at Drake. "If you would like to get together sometime I'd love to but without him!" She got up and marched over to where Frank was sitting.
Drake watched her thoughtfully as she left. He would somehow have to arrange a meeting with her. At night of course. He was quite hungry and she looked like a delicious first course. He smiled to himself for a fleeting second then turned back to his companions and asked some more questions for his 'story'. He cast a glance in her direction and caught her looking at him. He winked at her and saw her blush softly and turn back to Frank as if she had no interest in him.
Draco smiled as he sipped from his coffee cup. "This is going to get interesting," he thought as he gave her one more, quick glance before settling his steely eyes on B.J.