"Rachel," Monica pleaded, as he friend advanced on her, "Please, it's me. Monica. You don't want to do this."
Rachel laughed, as she stroked Monica's cheek, "You don't know how much I want too."
"You're not Rachel," Chandler yelled, "She wouldn't do this!:
"She is still Rachel," Tobias said flatly, as he pinned Chandler against the wall, "She has all of Rachel's memories, she's more now."
"A killer."
Tobias smiled, as he lowered his fangs to Chandler's neck, "We do like to kill, but there is so much more than that."
"You smell good," Rachel said, as she inhaled Monica's scent, "You're a chef. You should appreciate that you are about to be a fine meal yourself."
"Please," Monica pleaded again, as Rachel sunk her fangs into her neck, "Rachel . . ."
"Monica!" Chandler screamed, "Monica!"
"You'll soon join her," Tobias offered, as he lowered his head to Chandler's neck, "You should have never come in last night."
"Get away from them!" Ross yelled, as he burst through the window, with Phoebe close behind him, holding up a home made cross, "Don't make us hurt you!"
Rachel jumped back, as Ross pushed the cross on top of her skull, "Ross! Why do you have to ruin everything?"
"Rachel?" he gasped, not believe the creature staring back at him, with the blood covered mouth, "Rachel? What have you done?"
She smiled, as she stepped closer to him, "I've eaten. You look good Ross. Come here, let me touch you."
"Stay away from me," he yelled, watching as she flinched when he raised the cross again, "Monica? Can you hear me?"
"She's alive," Phoebe said, as she helped a woozy Monica to her feet.
"He isn't going to be much longer," Tobias said, as he lowered Chandler to the ground, "Put the cross down."
"Not a chance. I'll burn it into your skull, unless you give me Chandler right now," Ross demanded.
"One step closer, and I'll snap his neck."
"You can't hurt me Ross," Rachel purred, "Look at me."
"Rachel," he gasped, as he looked into her eyes.
"Let me touch you. It'll make everything okay again."
Ross felt his feet take the steps closer to her, and a the fog invaded his brain, "Rachel, no. I can't."
"You want to," she breathed, "You want me."
"Ross! No!" Phoebe yelled, as she threw the bible she was holding across the patio, "She's a vampire! Look away from her."
"Too late," Rachel said flippantly, as she saw Ross start to step back, "Come here."
"No!" he yelled, as she slammed him against the wall. He raised the cross, and smashed it against her chest, before he fell to the ground.
Rachel screamed, as she watched Phoebe collapse as well. She stumbled back from the fallen cross, and into Tobias' arms.
"I thought you might need some help," Kira said calmly, nodding toward the pile of bodies, "Why don't we bring them to the party?"
AAAAA
"Where are we?" Monica whispered, looking around the darkened room, "I can't move."
Chandler groaned, as he fought the waves of dizziness, "I don't remember . . . Rachel."
"She didn't kill us," Phoebe said, "Ross had the cross, then nothing."
"Where is she?" Ross asked, "She has to be here . . . this place. Listen."
Chandler looked around the room, and could make out the three other figures around him, "Guys? Do you think this is where they keep, uh, food? Like a pantry?"
"We're not food," Ross argued, "Part of her is still Rachel. That part will let us go."
"You saw her. She killed Joey. She isn't Rachel," Chandler insisted, as he heard the door open, "Who is here?"
"Have you rested?" Rachel purred, as the lights came on around them.
"If you're going to kill us, go ahead," Monica said, "Anything is better then looking at what you become."
"Oh, Monica," Rachel sighed, "I thought you might enjoy this. In fact, you would love this."
"Don't touch me," Monica spat, as Rachel advance toward her, "I'll never be like you."
Tobias place his hand on Rachel's shoulder, "My new friend is just a bit overzealous. You know our secret now, and we can make this very painful for you. We can keep you alive for a long time, although it won't be the existence that you are used to."
"What are you going to do to us?"
Tobias smiled, "We're going to feed."
AAAAA
"They're gone," Chandler whispered, fighting the urge to pass out, "Guys?"
"I want to die," Monica whispered, "We can't stay here. We can't be their dinner every night."
"There has to be a way," Ross slurred, "They have to unchain us. One of us."
"They're too strong," Monica countered, "Unless . . ."
"Unless what?"
"What if we let them change on of us? Rachel said that she need to kill someone to finish her transformation. What if we don't do that? We just get away instead?"
"Monica," Chandler sputtered, "No. Forget it."
"She said I would love it. It's our only chance."
AAAAA
"Oh, Tobias," Rachel moaned, as she collapsed on their bed, "This has been a wonderful day."
He stroked her hair, "You are wonderful, love. You're going to fit in here just fine."
"I will?"
He gathered her close to him, "In time. When the bloodlust fades. Oh, you'll always feed, but these first few days it consumes you. We do much more than just eat."
"Tell me."
"We're smarter than humans. We control must of the worlds finances, the businesses. We control the world. The world leaders, love, look at them. They're one of us. Capital of industries? Vampires."
"What do you do?"
"I'm the head of the World Bank."
Rachel tilted her head back to look at him, "What am I going to do?"
"You're going to come with me."
"Where?"
"England. It's where my truest home is. We'll find you a new life there. You worked in fashion? We'll find you something. We're going to have so much fun."
"What about them?"
"What would you like to do?"
Rachel paused, and thought back to some of her human times. We were friends, she thought, we had fun. Human fun. It isn't the same.
"The others can take care of them," Tobias offered, "Unless you would like to make them into new friends."
"All of them?"
Tobias chuckled, "No, we are the chosen few. Pick one or two, and they can take care of the others."
AAAAA
"Well look who is back," Monica said, as Rachel entered the room again, "All alone this time?"
"Oh, Monica," Rachel sighed, as she paused in front of her, "You were my best friend, and that is why I'm not going to kill you."
"You're not?"
"No," Rachel agreed, smiling a bit, "I'm going to give you an opportunity of a lifetime."
Monica gulped back her fear, "And what is that?"
Rachel took a step closer, "You're going to live forever."
"Get away from her!" Chandler yelled, "If you want to do that somebody, do it to me! Don't you dare hurt her!"
Rachel tossed her hair back, "You might be next."
"Rachel," Monica pleaded, vowing she would let her friends go free when she was changed, "Please."
"Oh sweetie, you don't have to beg," Rachel said, as she sunk her fangs into Monica's neck.
"Monica!" Chandler screamed, ass he watched his wife slump against the wall.
"Oh shit!" Ross yelled.
"No," Phoebe groaned.
Rachel lifted her head, and wiped the blood from her lips. Undoing the chains that bound Monica's wrists, she lowered the body to the floor.
"Monica," she whispered, opening the vein on her wrist, "You don't want to die now, do you? Here, drink. We'll be friends forever."
Bleary eyed, Monica let Rachel drip her blood slowly on her tongue. She lifted her head slightly to meet the bleeding wrist, and let the warm blood overtake her being.
"You did well, love," Tobias said, as he crouched down beside her, "Why don't we let her choose who is next, tomorrow night?"
"That sounds perfect," Rachel said, as she watched Monica drift off, "Is this what happened to me?"
Tobias turned toward a sleeping Monica, and watched as her skin began to lighten and her features refined themselves, "It's a miracle to watch."
"Monica won't kill us," Chandler yelled, "She'll kill you instead!"
"You keep telling yourself that," Tobias said, as he lifted Monica's limp body into his arms, "We'll see you tomorrow night."
TBC . . .