AN: See previous chapters for disclaimer.

Previously…:

"I want him to have his last thoughts be of how he failed to save his friend. You can feed after I turn him," Peterson said. Mac swallowed as Peterson dragged him back up to his feet. Buffy and Peter were helpless to do anything as Peterson vamped out and pushed Mac back against the wall. Mac took a deep breath, preparing to struggle for all he was worth, then felt Peterson's fangs pierce his neck.

All he could do was scream in agony.

Now…:

Willow and Xander had met up at the far end of the hallway, opposite of where they started. Now they were working their way back down the middle. Willow and Xander stopped outside an office that said "Thornton" on the door.

"Did you hear…?" Willow asked

"Screaming. Yeah," Xander said. "I heard it. I'm pretty sure it's coming from in there."

"Definitely coming from in there," Willow said. Xander moved to one side of the door and Willow moved to the other. When Willow nodded to show that she was ready, Xander kicked the door down. The two Vampires turned at the intrusion, one dropping MacGyver to the floor. Xander fired his crossbow at the one over by the man bound in a chair with duck tape. The bolt hit the vampire in the shoulder, making him scream. A second bolt from the crossbow found it's mark and turned him to dust, while Willow untied Buffy. Buffy leapt up and prepared to fight the other Vampire, who backed toward the window.

"You may have won this round, Slayer, but I'll be back," he snarled before leaping out the window. Xander turned to where MacGyver lay to see Willow pressing a bandage to his neck.

"How is he?" Buffy asked as she freed the man bound in the chair. He leapt over to where MacGyver lay. Buffy cut him free of his bounds, then lay him flat on the ground. Willow applied pressure the wound where it was leaking blood. MacGyver was pale and still. Too still. The man who had been bound in his chair checked his pulse.

"It's faint," he said.

"Hang in there, MacGyver. Somebody call for an ambulance," Willow said.

"I've got it," Xander said, dashing to the phone.

"Hit 9 to dial out," the man said. Xander nodded as he called for help.

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Pete looked helplessly down at his friend. Mac lay pale and still under the young woman's hands. His pulse beat faintly against Pete's fingers. The other young woman bit her lip.

"Willow, that vamp almost drained him, and was planning on Turning him. Did you…?" she asked. The first young woman, Willow, nodded.

"Yes, I checked his mouth for blood. There was none, Buffy," Willow said. Pete said nothing and filed the conversation away for later. For when MacGyver was well again.

"Helps on the way," the young man said.

"Good. He needs a transfusion, bad," Buffy said. "Oh, and good shooting, Xander."

'Xander' beamed. Pete heard sirens in the distance. Help for MacGyver was close.

AN: No, it's not over yet. Please review.