Blood on the Moon

Summary: There's something about those two women that hang around the hospital so much. But what is it they want? Only the third girl objects to their appalling plan they have in store for John Carter and Dave Malucci.
A/N: This is a very strange fic so don't say I didn't warn you!

"The nurses can do that," Romano told her. Kerry just acknowledged the fact, but still covered the still body. No sooner had they left did two others enter; a woman with long brown hair and another with short red hair.
"Which one is it?" asked the brunette, "There are dozens of bodies here! How are we going to find the right one?"
"We'll find her. He did say she was female, that narrows it down," the redhead answered, with an accent.
"Yeah, by fifty percent!"
"Shut up, Beth!" the redhead snapped, "We'll find her! You think every corpse will have two deep incisions on the neck?"
"Don't talk to me like that! I'm older than you, you know, I have more experience!" Beth retorted, "In fact, I bet I'll find her before you do."
"I don't make bets. Listen, you take that side of the room, I'll take this side." The redhead told her. As Beth checked the bodies, she looked towards her companion.
"Roxanne," she called.
"Hm?"
"He said she would be powerful. You think she'd exceed our power?"
"That's not our concern," Roxanne answered.
"Of course," Beth turned back to the bodies, "I mean, females are always inferior to dark males back in Ireland."
"Shut your mouth!" Roxanne shouted.
"Sh!" Beth warned, "They may hear us!"
"Why did we have to come to America anyway?" Roxanne complained, "We were doing well in France! I like the French blood."
"Marie will be happy to hear that," Beth smiled. Roxanne shuttered.
"I hate her so much!" Roxanne answered, "Don't bring her up."
"OK, OK," Beth muttered. As she pulled the sheet away from a corpse's face, she checked the female's neck, "Ah ha!" she declared, "I told you I'd find her first!" Roxanne came running over and saw the two deep holes in her neck..
"I'm surprised they didn't clean it up," Beth said, "I mean, they'd have to notice it, right?"
"Maybe not. Paul did a great job slicing her up; they were probably too busy with her other injuries to notice. I just hope she heals soon. All those cuts doesn't make her too attractive," Roxanne replied. Beth looked up at Roxanne.
"And the other one? What about him?"
"What other one?"
"The other one the Master wanted. The other powerful one. Where is he?"
"I haven't heard of another. All I know is this one," Roxanne looked at the pale face, "Come on, before they catch us!" Roxanne threw the corpse's arm over her shoulder. As she pulled her black cloak tightly around her, she grinned at Beth.
"Come on!" and with that, she jumped out the window.

Two Years Later

"Has anyone seen Dave?" Carter demanded, annoyed. Dave had slipped through his fingers. Again.
"Why do you need him so badly?" Jerry asked as he downloaded something onto the computer.
"I need to talk to him," Carter answered, grasping the letter so tightly it wrinkled in his palm.
"I think he's in exam two with some girls," Jerry told him. Carter rolled his eyes.
"Of course," he sighed and went off to find him.

"You're so strong," she giggled, feeling Dave's muscles.
"Well..." Dave said, smiling at the brown-haired girl.
"Beth, we have work to do!" The Irish woman exclaimed.
"In a minute, Roxie, I just want to spend a little more time with Dave," Beth grinned
"Beth!" Roxanne's voice was harsh and cold.
"Relax, Roxanne," Dave told her.
"Yeah, have a little fun for once, Roxie!" Beth agreed.
"Dave!" Carter came in the door. Roxanne stared as did Beth. Beth looked at Roxanne, who nodded, knowing what Beth was thinking.
"It's him," Beth mouthed.
"Carter!" Dave shouted back at the man.
"Dave, could I talk to you for a minute?"
"Why not?" Dave sighed and reluctantly stood up and followed Carter out.
"Dave, this is for you," Carter shoved the paper into his hand. Dave read it through.
"Awe, how sweet, Carter, did you write me this?" Dave asked.
"No, Dave," Carter took the paper back, "I found it."
"Where?"
"In an exam room."
"So I have a secret admirer?"
"I don't think you read it right," Carter told him.
"It's just a poem, Carter!" Dave told him.
"Blood on the moon
Death in sight
Darkness will reign
Over light
Destroy this young one
Malucci his name
Let him burn
The eternal flame," Carter whispered Dave the poem.
"Carter, what do you want me to say? You think someone wants to kill me?" Dave laughed, "Look, it was probably some joke someone pulled. Glad to see you're concerned about me, Carter, but they're words on paper! It's meaningless!"
"Sure, Dave, sure," Carter sighed and walked away.

"You did what?" Eyes wide, the newest addition to the clique stared.
"What?" Beth asked, innocently. Roxanne hit her.
"We just want something tender and sweet. He's all of those things!" Roxanne told her.
"Look, I know you're hungry. But the Master says he will bring you something soon!"
"You want us to wait to be fed like helpless puppies? We can feed ourselves!" Roxanne protested.
"On one of my friends?" She shook her head, "You guys are unbelievable!"
"Listen," Beth said, seriously, "He isn't your friend anymore. You have to understand that. You are one of us. You will watch him grow old while you stay young!"
"Yes, but I can't let you feed on him!"
"Why not? He's just a mortal," Roxanne shrugged.
"Maybe, but he... well," she didn't know how to protest or protect her old friend. Vampires have to eat.
"Come on, just a little taste?" Beth begged.
"Uh Oh," Roxanne said.
"What?"
"He wants to speak with us."

The assembled stood in a line before their master, mostly female, but some males. Their Master walked up and down the line, stopping every now and then. He stopped in front of the blond who had been speaking to Beth and Roxanne earlier. He smiled.
"Ah, yes. My newest child," he whispered. She grinned, "I believe you were bitten by one who is not with us now," she nodded, "Yes, Paul, he has been put in an institution. Maybe one day he shall return to us and see the wonderful creation he has made. Lucy Knight," he walked up towards what looked like an altar. It had a young girl on it, as though sleeping, tossing her head wearily.
"Come, my child," the dark leader motioned for the young one to come towards him. Lucy looked at him, admiringly. His sleek black hair was slightly long, but tamed with gel and his dark eyes seemed to penetrate her soul. As if he could see right through her. As if he could read her mind. She approached him.
"Yes?"
"Drink," he smiled. Lucy heard a small gasp of jealousy from Roxanne. She looked behind her and saw Beth jab her in the ribs with her elbow. Lucy swooped upon the girl, much like a falcon on her prey and bit into the warm flesh of the neck. With pleasure, she drank. The salty, warm liquid gave her life. It refreshed her. She tasted it on her tongue, the metallic taste that was greatly welcomed. She gulped down the life-giving liquid like a thirsty dog on a hot day. She felt it go down her throat and it seemed to warm her. When she stood up, she saw the girl was pale. Had Lucy drunk too much? It didn't matter, she was nothing, a mortal. Fangs still bared, she turned to her master, her father.
"Thank you," she whispered. The girl stirred. Lucy waved her hand over the girl's face.
"Forget," she whispered. She won't remember. They seldom do.
"Maurice, Christine!" the Master snapped his fingers and two vampires appeared, "Take the girl home. No one will see you," when Christine and Maurice left, the Master told everyone to leave.
"Roxanne, Beth, come to me," the Master called, Roxanne turned her head.
"Damn," she whispered, "He wants to know about the final one," she bit her lip and grasped Beth's hand.
"My children," he whispered, "What of the other?"
"We have found him!" Beth declared and Roxanne kicked her, "Owe!"
"What she means, Master, is that we think we may know who you are looking for," Roxanne cleared it up.
"Yes. There was a mistake. He should have been with us already, but you and Paul had to screw it up!"
"We apologize. The injuries must not have been sufficient."
"Who is her sire," the Master asked, turning from them. Roxanne and Beth looked confused.
"We thought..."
"He only used a knife, not his teeth. Now tell me, who is her sire?" Roxanne looked at Beth, who looked back at Roxanne.
"Sir, we don't know. It wasn't me," Beth answered.
"Nor I," Roxanne added. The Master sighed.
"She must not know of this," he said, "She must believe that Paul is her sire until we can find otherwise," the girls nodded, "Now, about the final one. How is he?"
"Healthy," Beth answered.
"Strong," Roxanne added.
"Smart," Beth nodded.
"Good," the Master smiled, "Bring him to me."
"Sir, who is to be his sire?"
"The Young One. The Powerful One. Lucy is to be his sire."



AN: I wanted to get your oppinion before I add any more. You want me to continue? Review!