Mela was currently sleeping in an empty tent. Why it was empty she didn't care. All that mattered was that she had been able to find it after having to flee from her other bed due to a human trying to attack her in her sleep. Or at least she thought he was trying to attack her when she defended herself. She woke up a few minutes before dusk and stretched. As she looked over her wound she noticed it had healed some, but not much. Probably due to her lack of a meal. She then remembered that she had bit her doctor. Cursing to herself she paced in the room, being stuck there until the sun was down. She should heal him though, it was only fair. But she had to do it while he was sleep, and after she had feed. So after the sun finally went down she made her way out of the tent. Making sure to stick to the shadows. She then left in the dark of the night to find her prey.

After feeding on a few people she made her way back into the camp, again moving in the shadows. Figuring it was best to play nice she made her way back to the post-op room where, when no one was looking, she went back to her bed, and laid down. It wasn't long before a nurse made her way over to her bed, but then stopped in surprise. She acted like she was resting as she heard the nurse go over to the doctor and talk to him, before he made his way over to her.

"You know you have some nerve showing back up here," her doctor said. "After what you pulled today..."

"I'm sorry," she said softly. Not that she was entirely sorry, but still. "My defenses were up, I thought your friend was attacking me. Same with your arm. It was a reflex. I really didn't mean to hurt anyone."

"Why were you even in there? And where did you go afterwards?"

"I uh, have a skin condition. I can't let sunlight touch my skin or I get blisters. After you left me last night I went to find a place with no windows to sleep. After you guys found me this morning I left and found an empty tent."

"If what you are saying in true how did you get from the supply building to the tent?"

"I covered myself with a blanket and ran as fast as I could."

"Alright. At least let me take a look at you."

"Go ahead," she said lifting up her shirt. Which again got wolf whistles from the guys that were paying attention. She ignored it though. She noticed her doctor glance up before looking at her wound.

"Well you seemed to have healed a lot over night," he glanced at her. "You know, if you want, we can put you in the VIP tent. That way you have all kinds of privacy."

"Only if you promise to make house calls," she said winking at him. He just chuckled as he slowly pulled down her shirt.

"Only if you promise not to bite."

"Deal." They shook hands. "Just uh fair warnings though. I am a night owl, so I sleep during the day. So avoiding trying to wake me up if at all possible," she said.

"I will try to remember that," he said getting up and walking away.

"Hey doctor," she called out. He stopped and turned to look at her.

"Mela. My name is Mela," she said.

"Nice to meet you Mela. I'm Benjamin Franklin Pierce, but everyone calls me Hawkeye. After I am done with my rounds I will help you move into the VIP tent ok." She nodded before leaning back and staring at the ceiling. Right now she wished she had something to do, she was a busy body kind of person and just laying here was annoying. It wasn't long though before Hawkeye came back to help her move into the VIP tent, which turns out to be that tent she had slept in during that day. After everything was settled he pulled up a chair next to her.

"I must say, I find it rather odd that are you healed so much in such a little time considering the wound you have."

"What can I say. I am a fast healed."

He seemed to give her a look, one that said he was in between not believing her and wondering what she was up to.

"Try not to get into anymore trouble," he said before leaving. Mela just laid on the bed, listening to the sounds of the night. She wondered if she would be able to go get her clothes. Then in the distance she heard the helicopters, she knew no one else heard them yet, but with her heighten senses she could. She listened as it got closer, she then heard a voice calling out on the PA system announcing the arrival of the helicopter. She listened as everyone ran about trying to help the people. She got up and slowly opened the door peeking out of it at the scene outside. The smell of blood hit her and she could feel her fangs growing as the hunger for blood washed over her.

"Pierce. We're going to need you in surgery tonight since the replacements haven't come in yet," someone said in the distance.

"Alright," Hawkeye called back.

She watched as people ran all over the place shouting different things. The doctor in her wanted to go out to help them, but she knew better. So she slowly walked back into her tent and waited until everyone was inside before leaving to get her clothes.

By the time she had got back to the 4077 everyone seemed to be sleeping. They must not have had that many wounded. Putting her clothes in her tent she made her way to where Hawk was sleeping. Sneaking in she looked at the three men asleep on their cots. She slowly walked over to the one she had attacked this morning. Kneeling next to his bed she gently lifted the hand she had twisted. She ran a finger over his hand and wrist and whispered a few words. She then put his hand back down. Moving over to Hawkeye she watched him a bit before kneeling next to his bed. She gently lifted the arm she had bit and brought it close to her. She saw it had stitches, which didn't surprise her. Using a nail she cut the stitches and slowly pulled each one out, making sure not to hurt or wake him. Once she was done with that she ran her finger over the bite. She hated that she had done that to him, but at least now she was making up for it. So she leaned down and placed her mouth over the bite. Her tongue flickered out and licked it a bit. The urge to bite him again and take in the sweetness of his blood was over realming, but she ignored it, pulling back.

As the wound was closing his arm was pulled from her hands and she looked up to see him waking slowly. She leaned forward and placed her finger on his lips.

"Shh," she said softly before leaning over to his ear. "Go to sleep," she whispered. When she was pulling back she notice him lick his lips, and she wasn't sure why, but she leaned down and gently brushed her lips to his. She then stood up and made her way to the door. As she was leaving she heard him mumble her name in his sleep.


Hawkeye slowly woke up the next morning not really wanting to get up. But he knew he had to. Slowly sitting up be rubbed his hands on his face and through his hair while yawning. He looked up as he heard BJ moving around in his bed.

"Hows the hand?" he asked. He watched as BJ looked at his hand and moved it around a bit.

"It actually feels great. Like nothing ever happened," Hawk was a bit surprised by the answer, he figure it would be bothering him a little bit still.

"How many martinis did you have last night?" BJ just chuckled.

"Not that many."

"Alright come here, I'll take a look at it," he said buttoning up his pants. Bj walked over and let him look at his hand. Hawkeye was surprised to see that it didn't appear to be sprained or anything anymore.

"Well doctor. What say you?" BJ asked.

"Well..." Hawk started to say before Beej interrupted him.

"Wait."

"Wait what?"

"Your arm?"

"What about it?"

"Look," Bj grabbed his arm that had been bitten and turn it over. But there was no stitches, no bite mark, nothing. It was as if he hadn't been bitten at all. He pulled his arm away from him and looked at it himself.

"How many martinis did I have?" he asked.

"Today is tomorrow right? We didn't sleep the month away or anything like that?"

"I'm pretty sure. If yesterday was today, then today should be tomorrow."

"What ARE you two blubbering about?" groaned Charles as he sat up in bed.

"Nothing your highness, just go back to sleep."

"We should see Col. Potter," BJ said.

"I agree," he said grabbing his over shirt as they headed out the tent to Col. Potter's office. When they walked into the main part of the office they saw Klinger there.

"Hey Klinger is Potter in?" BJ asked.

"Nope, just missed him. He was headed to the mess tent for some coffee."

"Alright thanks." They left to go catch up with Potter, as they walked into the mess tent they were glad to see him sitting at a table with Hotlips and Father Mulcahy. They walked over and sat with them.

"Good morning boys. I was just talking to Klinger, he said your replacements should be here within the day, provided the roads stay open and everything."

"Uh Colonel, maybe you should cancel those replacements," Hawk said.

"Why? Is something the matter?"

"Quite the opposite actually," BJ added.

"What are you two talking about?"

"We seemed to have woken up this morning in perfect health. Or at least as perfect as we were the other day," Hawkeye said. He showed Potter his arm, and watched as he, like BJ, turned his arm over and over, making sure to look at every inch of it, in case he missed something.

"Remarkable. BJ?"

"Let me see," Margaret said as she looked at Hawkeyes hand while Potter looked over BJ.

"Very strange," Father Mulcahy said.

"Did you put in a good word for us Father?" BJ asked.

"Oh well you know I did, but even He doesn't work that fast," Mulcahy replied.

"Was it like this when you boys went to bed last night?" Potter asked.

"No. I remember my wrist pulsing in pain from surgery."

"Well what do you two remember?" Margaret asked.

"Operating," BJ said.

"Ya exactly. And then we went to the swamp and had a few martinis before hitting the sack."

"Right."

"And then..." Hawkeye trailed off.

"And then what?" Mulcahy asked.

"Well... it must have been a dream."

"Well go on Pierce," Potter said.

"I remember waking up at some point last night and Mela was in the swamp, kneeling next to my bed."

"Mela? Is that the girl that was hiding in the supply building and the reason you two were hurt?"

"Ya. But like I said it was probably just a dream," he said waving it off.

"Well only one way to find out," Mulcahy said.

"Exactly. I think we should march on over there and ask her," Margaret said.

"I... wouldn't do that if I were you," he warned.

"Oh and why not?"

"Well uh she is sleeping, and she told me not to wake her unless absolutely necessary."

"What do you think this is? A chit chat. She has been a pain since she arrived here, and I personally think its about damn time she answer some questions," Margaret said standing up.

"Uh Margaret..." But she was already walking to the door.

"You better follow her son," Potter said. Hawkeye just sighed and got up chasing after her. He was hoping to stop her before she got to the tent, but by the time he caught up she was already opening the door.

"Margaret!" he said following her in.

"Now listen here missy. You better wake up and answer some questions," she huffed.

"Please lets just come..."

"You will listen when a commanding officer speaks to you!" she said pulling the blankets off of Mela.

"Margaret!" he said stepping between them. And it appeared just in time as Mela jumped out of bed and was reaching around Hawkeye to get to Margaret. He turned around to face Mela, holding her close so she couldn't get to Margaret.

"You dare disturb my slumber you puny human! I will show you the meaning of fear!" she shouted. Hawkeye noticed the darkness in her voice, and pushed her back some to look in her eyes. He noticed they were crystal blue again.

"Ugh, how dare you..."

"Margaret, do us both a favor and get out of here damn it!" he was surprised when she stormed out of the tent, the problem now was trying to get Mela to calm down. "It's alright. Calm down, she's gone." He tried to say soothingly, but then she shoved him back, making him stumble and fall to the floor on the other side of the tent. He watched as she went to open the door, but shrieked back in horror as the sun touched her skin. He watched in disbelief as her skin smoked and burned, where the sun had touched it. He heard her hissing as she cradled her arm close to her chest.

"I'll uh... I'll go get you some burn cream," he said slowly standing up. He noticed her eyes shift to him then, like she was just now noticing him.

"No I need to feed," she said softly walking over to him.

"Um alright I will go get you some breakfast, but I must warn you. The food here is terrible."

But she was just shaking her head. "You must go." She tried pushing him out the door with her good hand.

"Woah what's the hurry? You that hungry?" he asked her as she continued to shove him towards the door.

"Please," she said looking him in the eyes.

"Alright, alright. I will go. But I would like to check out you.." He reached for her hand but she pulled it back. "Ok Maybe later," he said as he slowly pushed the door open, he watched as she slinked back into a corner, out of the suns rays. "Right," he said before leaving.


Mela cradled her burnt hand close to her chest as Hawkeye finally left the tent. She had been so close to feeding on him, a risk she could not take. The pain was searing, she would need to make an emergency trip to find a meal, even in the daylight. But as she went over to the bed to grab a blanket or two to cover herself tiredness overtook her and she fell to the cot, falling into a deep sleep.

Mela woke up just as the sun was setting. Mad at herself for falling asleep she quickly got up and fixed herself up a bit before sliding out of the tent. She made her way out of the camp, going through the places no one would dare to walk. When she was in a village far enough away she made sure to pick someone that was already on their deathbed. Sure the blood wasn't that great, but she didn't want to draw too much attention to herself. She didn't want to risk anything. Once she found someone she quietly made her way into their hut to feed off them. Before leaving she made sure her bite marks were gone, didn't want to leave any evidence behind. She then slowly made her way out of the shack before melting into the shadows to make her way to the camp.

She walked through the door of her tent and was pulling the braid out of her hair when she noticed someone sitting in a chair in the middle of the room. She stopped what she was doing and looked at him. She sighed and ran her hand through her hair as he looked at her and stood up. Without even saying anything he grabbed her hand, the one that had been burned by the sun. That was now perfectly back to normal thanks to her small meal.

"You know if I hadn't seen it for myself I would have sworn that you didn't burn your hand today," he said.

She pulled her hand away from him. "Mind your own business," she said brushing past him, but he grabbed her arm.

"Now listen here. Whether you like it or not you are my business. I have done just about everything you ask, but I want to know where the hell you were! Not to mention what happened to your hand. Was that just a trick you played on me?" he shouted.

"Remove your hand doctor before I break it," she growled pulling her arm from his grip.

"Oh real great. Do you always threaten people that help you? You know I am on your side."

"No one is on my side. I am on my side. That is all I need. I never asked or even wanted your help. I told you that when you first tried to operate on me."

"Oh I am sorry for trying to save your life!"

"What you did was risk the life of you and your whole camp!" she growled.

"What does that mean?" he said.

"Get out," she growled again. She didn't take the time to wait for a response, she started pushing him out the door and when he was out she locked it behind him. She then quickly started to gather her stuff. At this point it was too risky, she didn't care what problems her leaving would cause. She just needed to get away from him before things got complicated. Once her stuff was packed she unlocked the door before cracking it open. When she saw no one she snuck out into the night.