"There's someone in there with her." Do-Wah clenched his fists, alert, straight-backed, muscles tense. B.Bop nodded. It had been a while since he lost his vampire powers, but he could still sense someone in there, at least he still had his aura sense. There was a rustling from inside the room and then a crash as if things had been chucked onto the floor. B.Bop stretched out his mind... and met something that made it retreat into darkness. He bit his lip and then screamed. That thing wasn't human... and it was biting Angela. Do-Wah thundered into the room, arms rose as if they were tiger claws, bearing his fangs and giving the attacker glacier eyes. A Martian turned to face the two others and smiled, blood trickling down his chin. B.Bop turned ice cold. I used to do that....
"Let her go." Do-Wah ordered - his fists clenched. Drop her. B.Bop influenced – he still had telepathy... The Martian growled and glowered at them, lifting Angela up by her hair. She was unconscious, a gaping hole in her neck, not two little, neat pinpricks. B.Bop and Do-Wah lunged. She might be dead... He'd nearly ripped her neck away... Angela? B.Bop asked as he pulled out the wooden stake from his boot. There was no essence of life in her aura... she was dying... Do-Wah, take the stake; I'll sort Angela out. B.Bop passed Do-Wah the stake and went over to her. This was bad... this was really bad... Blood escaped her throat and she shook. The vampire had tapped into a nerve and now she wasn't controlling her body anymore, she was flailing around like a fish out of water. B.Bop hugged her and began to cry... If only he was still a vampire... he probably could save her.
The vampire beneath Do-Wah became nothing more than a mummy, and his body crumpled. B.Bop had long grabbed the phone and called the ambulance, now he was putting the phone down on her desk and was rocking Ange gently, to and fro. Do-Wah picked up the stake and cut himself lightly above the heart. A ripple of blood spilled and he leant over Angela, letting the blood run into her mouth. Vampire blood has healing properties...
The ambulance arrived and Do-Wah came out with her in his arms, B.Bop behind him, wearing an expression of worried older brother slash anxious boyfriend. The paramedics came out and stared B.Bop and Do-Wah up and down. They're costumes... we just got back from a party. If anyone asks, we were without our costumes on. Do-Wah plugged the thought into the female nurse bringing the stretcher out who'd given them a suspicious glance. We didn't do it... B.Bop spoke to all of them. B.Bop and Do-Wah crawled into the ambulance and held Angela's hand all the way.
B.Bop's head fell forward, his body sagged... for once he felt so powerless. Do-Wah blinked and squirmed.
"It worked! B.Bop, he's alive!" 2-T cried, hugging Do-Wah on the floor. Before their eyes, Do-Wah's burns disappeared; he became healthier, his face turning a darker blue. It really worked? B.Bop raised his head, the transformation had weakened him. Now he was just a normal Martian - he'd transferred his powers to Do-Wah, including the power of healing. Do-Wah was now lamia, immune to sunlight, fertile and growing every second. They were all normal again...
"Huh? What happened?" Do-Wah asked. B.Bop smiled. He could finally actually taste Quantum Burgers without pretending to! Yeeha! He hugged Do-Wah hard and then 2-T.
"Put it this way buddy, you won't be needing this no more." And B.Bop threw the ring out of the window. Do-Wah sat up.
"Am I really alive?" he asked, smiling, knowing the answer. B.Bop and 2-T nodded and they all laughed.