B.J. and Father Mulcahy watched her dance across the ground and into a cave that they had occasionally bugged out in. They waited a few minutes to make sure she was in her coffin before they made a game plan.

"How do we know she didn't know what we're doing B.J.? You saw how she smiled at us. She could have figured it out you know. Vampires may be evil but they definitely aren't stupid," said Mulcahy a little nervous.

"That could be a chance." Mulcahy paled a bit. "But she might not of either," assured B.J. Mulcahy nodded still nervous and crossed himself one last time.

They crept out from where they had been hiding and walked cautiously toward the opening of the cave that threatened to swallow them whole. They glanced at each other, steeled for the moment that was coming up and stepped into the gloom. They each took a moment to adjust to the darkness and they spied the box in the middle of the floor of the cave. They approached it slowly and saw that it was closed.

They had decided that B.J. was the one who was going to do it while Mulcahy opened the coffin. B.J. steeled himself unaware about what was watching him from the shadows. B.J. gripped the wooden stake, nodded at Mulcahy to open the casket and as soon as it was open plunged the stake into dirt. He looked at the coffin filled with dirt and saw the stake where it would have been if there had been a sleeping body there.

"Uh oh," said B.J. as he glanced at Mulcahy. "She isn't here."

Mulcahy opened his eyes because he hadn't wanted to see the stake go into her heart and looked at the coffin. "That means she…"

"Knew what ye were up to Father?" finished Carrie. B.J. and Mulcahy turned around and found Carrie otherwise known as Raven standing in the middle of the mouth of the cave.

"How'd you know what we…?"

"Were doing? Oh, come now Captain ye should think me a dimwit if I had been convinced by that lie you had given me. 'Lost my watch.' I knew what ye were doing. Ye were following me to my coffin so you could stab me in the heart," said Raven as she smiled coldly at them.

Mulcahy dropped to his knees and started to pray. "Don't worry Father. I don't care that much for holy men. Ye have a clean taste to your blood. My brother likes that but I myself don't care for it."

Now the wind really picked up which made the cave into a wind tunnel. Mulcahy had to grab onto his hat and glasses to keep them from falling off. Raven's hair was whipped wildly around her head so it looked like wings were protruding from her head. Lightening crashed behind her giving a foredooming feel to the air. She laughed an inhuman and cold laugh at the looks on their faces that echoed in the cave so it sounded like she was all around them.

As the wind quieted down Raven looked hungrily at B.J. B.J. decided to try to get her talking so as to try to figure out how to get them out of this alive. "Why are you here? You don't seem Korean so you can't be a local vampire."

She smiled. She liked to tell her prey a little about herself before she snacked on them. "It started way, way back in my home land. The island of emeralds." She got a dreamlike look on her face and B.J. tried to walk away but she caught his movement. "You don't want to miss my tale do ye?" B.J. didn't answer so she continued.

"Like I said, it all started in Ireland as ye call it. My master or father came to my village when I was just a 20-year-old engaged young woman. He started to prey on my village but decided to keep me as his soon-daughter-to-be. I willingly gave him my life's blood and he eventually killed me. That was when I became a red-blood-sucker. I welcomed it a bit ye could say. At least I wouldn't have to marry that dimwit Michael O' Brian."

"When was that?" asked B.J. He was a little interested by her tale and wanted to know what happened to her.

She pondered a while and said casually, "Oh about a few hundred I believe."

B.J. and Mulcahy looked at her with wide eyes. She was about 220 years old but still looked 20. But of course she was a vampire and aged very slowly.

"Then about 50 years ago we 'my family and I' moved to the land of plenty. Which definitely was a land of plenty. It was like a buffet, as ye would say. We had to move every few months before everyone we knew figured out that we were the cause of the weak men and women we left behind us. Ahh. Those were the times." She got that dreamlike look on her face again.

Then she was broken out of her memories and finished, "Then I was drafted a year ago to be sent to this patch of land called a country. I had to figure out what to do with my 'bed' so I just said ever time I was transferred that it was just my beauty care products. Everyone believed it and didn't ask anything. So then I was transferred here to the MASH unit with the 'best care anywhere'. Now I believe is the time for my feeding."

Carrie opened her mouth into an evil smile to show rows of pearly whites with some that were a bit pointier than a normal human beings. She started to walk toward B.J. waiting to catch eye contact so she could put him under her trance.

"Wait, wait why did you pick Hawkeye to be your first victim then Radar then the other men?" stalled B.J. as he and Father Mulcahy backed up.

She frowned. She wasn't having fun anymore with her food. Her master always told her not to play with her food but she just couldn't help it. She hadn't grown out of that phase yet. "Hawkeye was quite easy. He was the first man to make a 'pass' at me as ye Americans would say. His blood was quite tasteless if that makes ye feel any better. He must really fool around. Blood is richer when the person is more innocent and faithful. So Radar was really a feast when it came to him. And well everyone else just sort of fell for my charming personality."

B.J. opened his mouth to ask another question but she held up her hand with a scowl on her face. "I will answer no more questions. I'm hungry and my dinner's right in front of me just tempting me."

She stepped closer and soon B.J. was caught in her trance. He stood stock still as she moved closer with her mouth open drooling. Mulcahy knew he had to move quickly if B.J. was to be saved. He searched for his holy water and threw it in her direction. Most of it missed but a few drops landed on her skin, which made her, turn and hiss at him. He could smell an acidic smell as the water burned her skin.

As she broke her concentration B.J. snapped himself out of her spell and looked around a bit dazed. "B.J. the stake!" called Mulcahy as Carrie focused on him again. B.J. grabbed the stake that was in the coffin, ran up to Carrie and in one quick, strong trust pushed the stake into her heart.

She let out a blood curdling, earsplitting screech as she died a second time. She gurgled then slumped forward while still on the stake. B.J. dropped the stake and her body and backed up not believing what he had done. The storm from earlier had picked up when she had died and had carried away her dieing scream. Now it was pretty quiet and B.J. could see that the sun was starting to come up.

Mulcahy walked up to him and heard him give a snort. Mulcahy looked at him puzzled and B.J. cocked a head at the now raising sun. "If we had waited a few more minutes the sun could have killed her."

"Remember we saw her walking the compound in broad daylight. I don't think she was one of those vampires. She must be like what Carmilla was," said Mulcahy as he adjusted his hat.

Now it was B.J.'s turn to be puzzled. "Carmilla was a vampire in literature who was immune to sunlight."

B.J. gave a nervous little laugh and looked down at Carrie's body. "We should move this before you know someone finds it." Mulcahy nodded and together they moved her body to her coffin for her final rest. Then they made their way to the compound and went their separate ways to get some shuteye.

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Later that day Father Mulcahy and B.J. told Potter about their encounter with Captain Carrie McCarthy. They decided then to just tell H.Q. that she had went AWAL so they wouldn't have to explain that she was a vampire and that they had to kill her before she killed them in case H.Q. decided they all belonged in a funny farm.

After their meeting B.J. walked to The Swamp and could hear Hawkeye and Frank arguing. He smiled, walked in and was glad that everything was back to normal as could be.

THE END

Or is it?

Half a world away near sundown a strong, young looking man felt a dull pain over his shriveled heart. He placed a hand on his heart and could feel a part of him die away. He grimaced and looked over at his companion who sat next to him. "She's gone."

"What a pity. I loved having a younger sister there for a few centuries. I guess we just have to find a new one and find out what happened to Raven."

The other one smirked. "That should be easy enough. Just follow the path of sick doctors. Are you going this time Drake?"

"Why not?" shrugged Draco. "It isn't like I have anyone else to look for at the moment."