She drank more than usual. She drank more than she had ever drunk before. The sweet liquid was so warm and welcoming, it filled her every need. She gulped it down as her teeth were stuck into the flesh of someone's body. Finally, she rose again and tossed her blond hair away. She let the body drop to the ground. She had drunk more than she should have. He was dead, she had sucked him dry. But she gasped when she saw who it was, her fangs disappearing as she kneeled down to the body and felt a tear in her eye.
"No!" Lucy screamed, holding up the man's head. She looked out the window. There was a small tinge of red on the edge of the moon.
"Blood on the moon," came an Irish voice. Lucy turned to Roxanne in the doorway. Beth appeared beside her.
"Death in sight," she added. Lucy's eyes were filled with terror as she looked at her friends, then back to the body.
"I'm only disappointed that you didn't leave us any," Roxanne sighed. Lucy cradled the man in her arms.
"No," she whispered, "He will never become one of us!" and she held her hands, palm down, hovering over the body. Suddenly, a flame began to burn at her fingertips and she watched with deep regret as the body went up in smoke.
"He didn't deserve that."

Lucy sat straight up, clutching the sheet to her chest and breathing deeply.
"Thirsty," she gasped, "Must drink!" she didn't know why after the feeding on that young girl. She walked down to the lake. The sun was high and though it weakened her only slightly, it bothered her. There was something about the way it burned, way up there, that reminded her of her dream. She knelt down by the water and saw Carter's face and screamed. But when she looked again, she saw only her reflection. She cupped her hands and brought the water to her lips.
"What are you doing Luce?" she spun around but saw no one. She could have sworn it had been Carter's voice. Shaking it off, she decided to go for a walk.

"Dave?" Carter asked, seeing the book in front of his face. Dave said nothing.
"Dave, is that you?"
"Huh?" Dave asked, looking up from the book.
"I never thought I'd see the day that Dave Malucci reads an actual novel!"
"Hey! It's Dracula! It's a classic!" Dave defended, "I mean, who couldn't read it?"
"I'm just surprised you understand all the big words!" Carter poured himself some coffee. He left the room, but just before he turned the corner, he heard voices.
"He won't like it."
"Yes he will."
"Fine, then she won't like it."
"She won't care."
"Yes she will."
"OK, but it doesn't matter."
"Yes it does. She is more powerful than us."
"Dave is nothing! And it's only a taste! It's not like we're going to kill him!"
"You cast the curse on him!"
"That was just for fun!"
"You don't cast curses for fun."
"You are always a goody-goody!"
"I am older than you!"
"That's what you said when we took Lucy! What does it matter how old you are?"
"What do they teach you in Ireland?"
"We're getting off subject."
"We'll talk about it later..."
"What the..." Carter started and turned around and headed back to the staff room.
"Dave," he said.
"What now?" Dave asked.
"Remember that poem?"
"Yeah?"
"What did you do with it?"
"Dunno. I thought you had it," Dave answered, "Why?"
"Nothing," Carter thought. It was just nothing. He didn't know why he was so paranoid. Though he didn't know what those voices had been talking about, he knew it was none of his business. As he left, the smile suddenly disappeared from his face as he remembered the two women has mentioned two names he knew. Lucy and Dave. What did Lucy have to do with this? And Dave! What did they have in store for him? Glancing at his co-worker, engrossed in Dracula, he thought hard. For some reason, what the girls had said seemed to become vaguer and vaguer the more he thought about it. What had they said?
"Dave is nothing ... But the curse... When we took Lucy..."
"It's probably someone else," Carter thought, "Dave and Lucy are both common names," but there was something tugging at the back of his mind, something that bothered him. Something he couldn't remember. All the answers were behind a locked door, but Carter had no key. How could he get past that door?
"Why am I caring about this so much?" he asked himself, "It's none of my business!"

None of his business indeed.

Dave looked up from his book and saw the redhead that had been with him before.
"Hey Roxanne," he said. She grinned.
"Dracula?" she asked.
"Yeah. Braum Stoker's really good at this."
"He's OK. I mean, he didn't get everything right," Roxanne said, critically. She waved her hand at the door and it slammed shut. Dave didn't seem to notice.
"So, what are you doing back here? I thought you and Beth had 'work to do.' By the way, where is Beth?" Dave asked.
"Beth didn't want to play," Roxanne answered, "Our work is finished. For now. We only need one more thing."
"Really? What's that?"
"Your friend," Roxanne came closer to Dave and sat down next to him. She seemed to be eyeing his neck.
"What are you doing?" Dave asked.
"You would be very powerful," Roxanne whispered.
"What do you mean?"
"Maybe more so than Lucy."
"Lucy?"
"Look at me Dave," Roxanne told him. He looked her in the eyes, "Yes, you would make a great one of us," she leaned in close to Dave and kissed him, moving slowly down to his neck. She licked his neck and bared her teeth. She sank them into Dave's throat and began to drink with pleasure. Dave slowly fell back onto the couch as the predator fed.

"Whoa!" Dave sat straight up and realized he had fallen asleep on the couch. His book fell off his stomach and he laughed, "Yeah, Dracula, right," he rolled his eyes. He sat up and dusted himself off. He saw his reflection in the window and he found something disturbing. Finding a real mirror, Dave's fingers flew to his neck where two marks had been left.