"Roxanne..." Beth said.
"What?" Roxanne asked, innocently.
"You've eaten," Beth shook her head, "Who, Roxie?"
"No one of importance," Roxanne smiled.
"Roxie, we have to do it tomorrow night."
"Why tomorrow night?"
"Blood on the moon," Beth answered, "Lucy will be at her strongest."
"And Dave will be at his weakest," Roxanne grinned.
"Roxanne!" Beth's eyes were wide, "No! The counter-curse! You have to use it!"
"Why should I?"
"You can't! The Master will forbid it!"
"Beth, he will make a powerful vampire!"
"We are here only for the Chosen One!"
"What if we were mistaken?" Roxanne asked, "What if Carter isn't the Chosen one after all?"
"Roxanne, Carter is the Chosen One! Since when has our intuition been wrong?"
"Come, Beth, we need to go home. We will come back tomorrow," Roxanne took her out.
"Luka," Kerry said, watching as the young women left, "Who are those two girls? They've been around here a lot lately."
"Uh, I don't know. I think Dave might know, though, I saw him talking to them," Luka answered.
"Well, unless they're patients, then-"
"I got it, Kerry," Luka nodded. Kerry left and Luka saw Dave come out of the lounge with his hand rubbing the side of his neck.
"Dave!" Luka called and Dave jumped.
"What?" he sighed, realizing it was Luka.
"You know those two girls you talk to?"
"Yeah?" Dave's hand began to move more quickly, rubbing that spot on his neck harder.
"Who are they?"
"Beth and Roxanne," Dave answered.
"Do they have last names?" Luka asked. Dave opened his mouth to reply when he stopped and thought for a second.
"I don't know," he shrugged. Luka nodded.
"Is something wrong with your neck, Dave?" Luka asked.
"My neck is just fine!" Dave replied.
"If you're sure..." And Luka walked down the hall. Dave looked around and saw Carter wiping his name off the board.
"Hey Carter!" Dave called, running over to him.
"Hey Dave," Carter smiled.
"What was that poem?"
"Um... Blood on the Moon something..." Carter tried to remember it.
"Blood on the moon, death in sight," Dave muttered, "Darkness will reign over light."
"Yeah, that's it," Carter answered, "Why?"
"What was the other part?"
"Uh... Destroy something... Malucci his name. Then something about an eternal fire or something," Dave nodded.
"What time is it?"
"Seven."
"Damn," Dave swore. He had two hours to go, "Hey Carter, do you think you could cover for me?" he asked.
"What?"
"I have to go find Roxanne."
"Why?" Carter asked. Dave sighed and took his hand away from his neck.
"Whoa, Dave, what happened to you?" Carter asked.
"That's what I intend to find out. Cover for me?"
"I think I can try," Carter answered.
"Thanks," Dave said, and he ran out into the rain. He didn't know how, but he had a feeling he knew where Roxanne was. So as the rain cascaded down to the earth below and onto Dave, soaking through his shirt, he ran down the street. Based on instinct alone, he turned down streets and alleys until he came to a small clothing shop. He looked in through the window.
"I must look pretty pathetic," he said, looking at his wet clothing and staring in through the window. But all his worries about that were forgotten when he saw a familiar redhead looking at a skirt. Running into the shop, he knew he attracted more than a few people's attention. He ran over to Roxanne who turned.
"Dave," she greeted.
"Roxanne," Dave said simply, "Could I talk to you?"
"Certainly," a devilish grin crossed her face.
"Who are you?"
"I don't think I know what you're talking about," the grin that stayed in place suggested otherwise.
"You know damn well what I'm talking about!" he near shouted.
"Lower you're voice, Dave, people will hear you!" Roxanne warned, "Come," she led him back outside and opened the passenger door to a car, "Ride with me."
"No," Dave answered, "I'm not going anywhere with you."
"Pity," Roxanne sighed, "Because I was going to give you a lift back to the hospital. Do you know how far away Cook County is from here?"
"Yeah, about five minutes," Dave shrugged, "I ran here." But Roxanne shook her head.
"Maybe. If you're going 60 miles an hour," she told him. Dave gaped. Roxanne was looking at his neck again.
"What did you do?" Dave demanded. Roxanne leaned in close and whispered in his ear.
"I gave you what you always wanted," Dave closed his eyes.
"Roxanne, you are going to tell me-" Dave opened his eyes and stopped. Roxanne was gone. Sighing and soaking wet from the rain, Dave walked back to the hospital.
"Oh my God!" Randi said when she saw him, "What'd you do, fall in a pool?"
"I need to change my clothes," Dave said, dully, walking towards the lockers. When he got there, he saw Carter.
"Hey, Dave, where've you been?" he asked.
"Nowhere," Dave mumbled.
"Somebody push you in a pool? Not saying I'd do that, but..."
"No, Carter, no one pushed me in any pool!" Dave snapped.
"Whoa, someone's grumpy!"
"And someone else's irritating," Dave slammed his locker door. He was in a sour mood, mixed up and confused and didn't want to say or explain anything.
When Dave had dry clothes on, he exited the room and saw Beth there, her face serious.
"We need to talk," she said, simply.
"Yes," Dave agreed, "We really do."