Star Trek, Isn't mine. Just thought you should know.
Chapter 24: Death
Spock blasted the handle off the door and kicked it open, it knocked off it's hinges. He was on a staircase above a large room. There were two people who were bound to tables below, his mother and T' Pin. It seemed as though both of them were about to meet death himself. Next to the bed/tables was T' Pell and those two assholes from his school. Then he took a better look around. She was bleeding. They had made a vertical cut on her arm that ran along the main vein. There was green blood running down both sides and into a bin that was disturbingly full. All of the women were being drained of blood. Those insensitive jackasses were taking his mother's blood! Anger rising, loosing any sense of logic he had left.
"You bastard!" Spock yelled, pointing the weapon directly at Sorak's chest. The group surrounding T' Pell's blood filled container turned, just noticing his presence now.
"No!" T' Pell protested, there had been enough death for one day, but she was too late he had already pulled the trigger. As he did so she jumped in front of Spock's target and the beam collided with her square in the chest. She looked stunned, shocked, wide eyed. My God, what have I done? She staggered for a moment, than fell to the ground, eyes still open. The room was silent for a moment, neither party daring to move. Spock darted. Down the steps, completely jumping over the last four and landing at the foot of the steps, he was at her side in three strides. He took the lifeless form in his arms, her eyes were open, but they were blank, still, never to move again. He gently shook her.
"T' Pell, I'm sorry, wake up. Wake up!" he said shaking her, hoping to stir her, but she did not, and would never again, wake.
The brothers were motionless; this was never supposed to escalate like this. They had been trying to help the innocent, by taking from those who had what their children so desperately needed, but at THIS cost?
Spock stared down at her; she was bleeding out all over the floor, turning it a disturbingly dark shade of green. Her blood soaked Spock's hands as well, but that didn't matter now, in a sick way, the blood was reassuring, the flow hadn't stopped, maybe that meant her heart was still pumping on, moving the green liquid through her veins, but she was still.
He gently closed her eyes; somehow this made her look more at peace. Propping her up, he pulled her close, sobbing silently, mourning the loss of one of the most important people to him. His mother and T' Pin lay silently breathing on the table, completely ignorant to what horrors awaited their awakening.