Crimson Madness Part Three

Daniel tried to accept the words that came from Umbra's mouth, even her soft dulcet tones could not help dilute the meaning behind her simple statement. She needed to feed. He was aware that he had agreed to the possibility of being her source of sustenance. Now, faced with this prospect, fear had taken a hold of his internal organs and was practicing sailor's knots with them. Umbra was so beautiful and delicate as she gazed up at Daniel was unable to resist her angelic face.

Sam glanced from the cockpit and winced at the scene knowing what was about to happen and trying not to form any visuals. She held the bile down in her throat and stare back into space. Janet, on the other hand, continued to glare like a protective pit bull ready to lock her little jaws on to the red haired woman at the first sign of Daniel's discomfort.

Umbra took Daniel's left hand into hers and lifted it to her face. She turned it palm side up. Her breath was warm on his wrists. Umbra's full lips pressed against the skin feeling an increase in Daniel's pulse. Her tongue flicked out and touched the vein. She looked up into Daniel's face gazing deep into his blue eyes which widened saucer wide behind the lenses of his glasses. She began to keep time with her tongue to the staccato of his pulse. Umbra reassured him with a smile. The sensation of her tongue was beginning to excite the young professor.

"Will it hurt?" Daniel whispered, mesmerized. The sight of the beautiful woman licking his wrist caused a myriad of emotions and flushed out any academic detachment that was tenaciously holding on.

"For only a moment, I would do nothing that would bring harm to you Daniel." Umbra spoke, yet her lips and tongue were active on his wrist. She was sending the message to him telepathically and he was receptive.

"Okay, well…" Daniel gasped audibly at the sudden pin prick of pain which was immediately replaced by a warm rush of pleasure. He seemed to be surrounded by a kaleidoscope of colors, heightened by his increased awareness of his own skin. Daniel could feel Umbra's lips on his flesh and how his crimson blood flowed lava hot towards her tongue. A heavy metal drummer was using his brains for a base drum and driving his heart to beat so fast as to threatening to break through his ribcage.

Every part of him was becoming aroused. Daniel could feel the painfully hard erection that was forming between his legs and he didn't care. He was in the moment, obsessed, enveloped and totally immersed in the pain/pleasure that was Umbra's feeding. There was a moment of sublime lightness when everything was suspended in a soft cotton cloud of sweet ultimate pleasure. The moan that floated over his lips was of satisfaction, an orgasm without the issue. Too quickly Umbra withdrew and left him weak and whimpering, Daniel groaned in displeasure even as he felt her arms around him.

Umbra looked away from Daniel to see a disgusted Sam standing near by." He will sleep for a short time. No harm has come to him. I have taken just enough to maintain my strength." Umbra's comments were directed at Sam and all that were within the sound of her voice. She projected the thought into Janet's mind. The healer woman had to be convinced completely. Umbra then turned her attention back to Daniel. From a pocket deep in the folds of her gown she drew a long band of black velvet. Umbra wrapped the material around his wrist. It acted as both bandage and a way to mark him as hers.

Daniel reached over and took Umbra's face into his hands and pulled her lips to his mouth. Still euphoric he kissed her deeply savoring the taste of her mouth, oblivious to the taste of his own blood on her lips. It only pleased him more that she answered his kiss passionately, her tongue danced with his.

"It... that was incredible. I just don't know how to describe it." Daniel whispered into Umbra's ear as he nuzzled her throat. His lips touched her alabaster skin and hovered against the jugular vein. Umbra suppressed her own gasp of pleasure to be touched in what her people considered a most intimate of ways had her straining to contain her needs. She wanted to take Daniel, to feel him inside of her spilling his pleasure into her velvet interior as she sank her fangs into his throat and drank of him. To bring him so close to death in the deepest moments of pleasure, only mates fed from each others throats, representing their passion and once violent nature.

"It is not as your legends would have you believe. Once, in the early days of darkness, we would take as we needed with no concern for the donor. Daniel, we have come to live in harmony with our nature. We respect all creatures; this only happened when the glowing eyed ones brought this entire village here and the ancestors of my tribe. "Umbra let her lips touch Daniel's neck. She could once again feel the pulse at his vein and fought with herself against her primitive urges. It was his kisses and the taste of him, she was of mating age and Daniel was very attractive. It was not unheard of for there to be cross species mating. Umbra had needs that had been suppressed with her duties to the clan. She had been rushed into here position with the death of her mother.

Daniel was trying to pull himself away from Umbra but the urge to make love to here was strong as the last vestiges of her "feeding"' dissipated. "You are so beautiful. " There was a pain, a tear in the fabric of his heart. He had not felt this way about a woman since the first time he had been with Sh'are.

"You are too kind Daniel, you taste so sweet. You taste of life and love and …" Umbra stopped, she need to hold in check her strong growing affection for the sandy haired off worlder. When this was over she had to remember her place, her duty to her king and the debt still owed to the "Day walkers."

For many long moments that were but mere ticks of the second hand they clung to each other giving in to the unbidden passion that was growing. Umbra broke the embrace releasing him from her embrace. "You must sleep." Umbra kissed Daniel on the eyelids letting her fingers trace across his full lips. Daniel responded to her with a sleepy smile, yet unwilling to let her out of his arms. Reluctantly he let her lay him back down and watched her even as his eye lids closed like curtains over his aqua eyes. He would and could listen to her every suggestion, wish or command, just to have her, just to know he could possess her.

Once sure that Daniel was asleep, Umbra refreshed, stepped towards the cockpit to join the others. Sam looked at her questioningly. Jacob stared at her openly and Teal'c raised an eyebrow in Jaffa disgust.

"He will sleep for a few hours, your friend is unharmed." Umbra reassured. Her words would have been better accepted had it not been for the single drop of drying blood on her proud chin.

The white light embraced him and brought him back to life, again, what was this now? Five no maybe six times? Yes, six times that she had killed him. Jack took a deep oxygen rich breath and prepared himself. This time he wanted to fight back. The white light was replaced with the vivid red of anger and hatred. Jaffa hands were on him before he could pull it all together and formulate a plan. He was naked, he had been that way for apparently days now and while he had no weapons, or place to stash one if he did, he had his anger would his nuclear reactor of power. There was not much time left, he knew he was losing the battle to the nanocytes that infected him, multiplying in his blood stream with each ingesting of Camazotz blood.

Feinting weakness and buckling knees he collapsed on his captors. Their moment of pity was the opening he needed. Somehow, perhaps a true higher being was with him, Jack managed a scissor kick to the right hand Jaffa. The armor helped take the man down in a clash of metal. Jack spun out of the grasp of the next Jaffa and was running blindly for anywhere but that damn sarcophagus.

The sound of heavily armored boots running after him echoed over the sound of his naked feet slapping against the marble floors. The lighting was only that of the torch light glowing in a soft orange. Jack had no idea what if any direction to go but if his memory had not been totally destroyed he knew that corridors usually expanded outwards. Outwards was towards freedom, or a least away from fangs and the visage of the woman he loved corrupted into a succubus that was a Goa'uld.

The Staff weapon shot hit him in the left shoulder. The ferocity of the blast propelled him forward. Jack slid like a fish on an iced over pond as e bone and muscle exploded. Armored Jaffa hands clamped around his arms and drug him away. Jack opened his eyes through the pain as he was pushed to his knees. Before him sat Camazotz, she sat draped in yards of crimson sheer cloth that did nothing to cover her nakedness, but only enhanced it. She was attended by a small prepubescent girl, whose neck was already scared and bloody from Camazotz unnatural feedings. The Goa'uld was not pleased to see him. A casual wave of a long delicate finger and several Jaffa warriors seemed to appear from behind her throne.

The beating seemed to last forever. The Jaffa were good at what they did, Jack had to admire their style. They were much better than the Iraqis. He had moaned and screamed until his throat was raw. Somewhere between his first scream and his last the agony had morphed into something darker. He was beginning to welcome the pain, maybe even enjoy it. It told him he was alive, it brought him closer to death each time. Jack felt his will break; it sounded the same as a long bone being shattered. He was ready to surrender to his captor, surrender and embrace death, a death without a return trip back. From the private hell of his mind he pleaded for the grim reaper to arrive and show him the way to the final sleep.

There was a pause and he felt a new hand on his battered body, not a bone had been left unbroken. Softly and distinctly he felt soft flesh on his swollen broken lips. The survivor in him still had a gasp of strength and wanted life at all cost. Jack felt a sensation like a bee sting from his upper jaw; it was his own incisors lengthening in to fangs. What instinct drove him, or insanity but he bit down on the soft flesh and felt the fangs puncture the throbbing vein. Hot spicy blood squirted into his mouth and Jack drank and drank greedily. Death or life no longer mattered, all that mattered now was the blood, getting the blood, tasting the blood, drinking the blood, blood was life and he wanted to drown in gallons of it.

Camazotz had Jack pulled from her neck before he could drink too much. The time when he woke from the sarcophagus, Jack would begin his journey down the path to becoming her mate and equal. His fangs were still small and he had no delicacy in the feeing but he would learn the ways from her. The first steps to her would be his unquenchable hungry. It need would overwhelm him; command him over any rational thoughts or considerations. Jack O'Neill had fallen into the endless well of her madness and the perfect Goa'uld host was developing to take his place retaining only Jack's basic and baser instincts, the primitive darkness within this Tau'ri that had mastered her, the one Camazotz had fallen in the Goa'uld equivalent of love/lust with. There would be no equal to them once he took a symbiote. Together they would conquer the System Lords who had made her an outsider. To watch Jack take his first kill would be more exciting than any physical pleasure he had given her for in that act he would be lost to her, forever.

Captains' Nave, O'Connor and Sergeant Blaney stood in front of the Star gate. The MALP's camera was trained up at them. While they had no visual of Hammond they could hear the concern that lay like a mist over the anger in the commanding general's voice. CJ began to formulate the words to appease the bald Texan. Captain Nave and the Sergeant had positioned themselves behind her.

"We are developing a good relationship with the locals, the Rusno, sir. They are very nice people and also the Obies." She began trying to exude confidence.

"Obryi" Nave and Blaney corrected.

"The Obryi have sat down with us and provided us each a kind of liaison as it were, "CJ continued hoping that General would not detect her nervousness.

"And how are you explaining the marks on your neck?" Hammond's voice seemed to shake the MALP.

"Well, it was to show good faith with them, the vampires,… I mean the Ophra's... We have to show that we were willing to allow them to well..." CJ had run out of ways to describe that the vampires were sucking blood from each on of them. There were not politically correct terms for it or medical to fall back on.

"Sir, I take full responsibility." Captain Nave interrupted." However, sir, we are learning a lot about both cultures and they are interacting quite freely. They want to arrange any kind of trade or treaty we can offer them."

Hammond was taken aback. Captain Nave never ceased to surprise him. The quiet Gary Cooperish Marine was very literate, and quite the Renaissance man. His interest and concern about the indigenous people was out of place for most "jar heads" but totally in line for a gentleman such as Nave.

"Sir, actually the data that I am collecting on the medical aspects of the vampires is very interesting. If we have t o let them have a little blood to seal the deal, there is no danger. Besides sir, we have asked and been given blood samples from them. Blood is held in a total different regard here with this race. My standing concern sir and that of Dr. Frasier's was that we might transmit some illness to them that they have no immunity to., We don't want to be the ones to introduce some nasties to them." CJ backed up Nave in trying to explain it all. All of this was true but what was not being said was the growing attraction she had to Yurik that was going way beyond clinical. It could be the intimacy of the blood swapping that was affecting her but she could not be sure. It was however, also affecting the Captain and the Sergeant and the vampires they had been paired with.

"Be careful, and if you hear anything from SG1, contact me immediately. Hammond out." The connection with the SGC ended abruptly as the worm hole collapsed.

The threesome looked at each other knowing that they were only a few inches from being on Hammond's shit list; letting themselves be bitten by vampires that were one for the log books and the Science Fiction Channel. It was not in the regs or in any procedure manual for first contact but then the books on protocol was being rewritten every time another team went through the gate.

The sun was beginning to set and they would have to expose their throats again. They would be fed off of with no protest and a intimacy that was coming closer to being shared on a more physical level with each session. Fifty yards from the gate the three turned back as the first chevron engaged.

Captain Nave managed to get CJ out of the way before the event horizon whooshed out. Blaney had managed to hurl himself clear. The event horizon retracted to a shimmering pool of vertical water and a moment later the first Serpent guard walked through.

Yet another revision 4/09/05

Word count 2795

TBD PART FOUR