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CRIMSON MADNESS PART FIVE

Drained again, but this time he had not resisted. Jack was screaming inside of his own mind and body with total disgust. He wanted Camazotz. He could still feel her warm wet folds as they surround his hardness. He'd been deprived for so long and though he knew she wasn't Sam, she was in his mind. Every thrust was made into the soft compliant body of his second in command, the woman he had been in love with for years. It was sick, it was wrong but the illusion was the only thing that kept him from losing his sanity. But, he had begun to lose the ability to care, to discriminate. The sex, the hunger, the need to procreate, it had been all there, and he amazed himself at his own stamina. There was madness to his need to please Camazotz, to flood her with gushes of his seminal fluid. To please her to conquer her were the only thoughts filling his head. The alternative was the crushing loneliness when she was not with him. Even to being beaten and tortured it was still in her presence. Jack knew what this was about, the Helsinki Syndrome, victims falling in love with their captors, becoming sympathetic. For crying out loud he was turning into some kind of Patty Hearst here.

Jack was going insane, his madness, the anger, the raw hate being twisted into obsession, an addiction. Jack knew from addictions and this was up there as high as it could go, higher than he had known. His sanity was speeding away from him like a comet.

Even with the prior encounter with this blood sucking bitch he had not been prepared for this reaction. He had held out for four months in Iraq, but in what was no more than a week he only wanted death, he didn't know how much longer he could hold out, the desire to give up was growing like a funnel cloud forming over the flat lands of Kansas. Rescue was just a fading fantasy, in reality, if there was a reality left, Jack prayed, yes, prayed for the first time since before his son had died.

With no hope for Hammond to mount a rescue he now prayed for deliverance in his own death. The nanocytes were taking over his body and were gaining a beachhead in his mind. Jack prayed he would die and stay dead before Camazotz could control him, turn him, implant him, for he knew that something of the host remained no matter what the Goa'uld thought or professed,. He would die a thousand deaths watching himself as her mate.

Camazotz was stroking his chest and shoulder like one would a German Sheppard her hand continued down his chest to stroke his stomach and thighs. Jack couldn't move, she had his chained down on the slab of marble that had been his bed.

"You are nearly ready my love. I must show you our future that will one day have my ruling the System Lords. You, my love, will be at my side as my consort king." Camazotz signaled for two Jaffa to unchain him and pull him to his feet.

Naked, blood covered and frail, Jack dug like a coal miner for an elusive vein of strength. His knees obeyed and with a deep breath he straightens himself. He had to maintain some dignity and self respect so he stood tall at his six foot two. A servant arrived and wrapped him with a simple white linen wrap around his waist. It did little to conceal for the sheerness of the cloth but in the twilight lightening from the braziers the material seemed to be made of blood.

On unsteady feet he was lead through the corridors following in a subservient shuffle behind Camazotz. Soon they were in a room with a large what Jack thought to be a reflecting pool or actual pool. The waters were suddenly no longer still, beneath the surface there was a subtle movement.

"Our children from our first mating, my love, for now they grow here still too young for implantation. Soon as they mature they will find wombs, Jaffa wombs." Camazotz knelt down and ran her hand lovingly in the water. She pulled out a handful of squirming white larvae.

The sight of the wriggling white worms brought a wave of nausea. Jack fell to his broken knees and tried to wretch into the pool. "Serve the little bastards right if I puke on them," was a brief lucid thought that ran through his head. Camazotz's hand touched the back of his neck.

"Your children must get to know their sire." Camazotz announced.

The impact of her statement sent more waves of pain through his gut. This pool of evil had his DNA. He couldn't allow that to happen but how to stop them?

Jack had no chance to even begin to formulate answers to his question, as Camazotz withdrew a dagger from her bejeweled girdle and slit Jack's throat. Blood gushed into the pool as he collapsed forward submerged to his waist bleeding to death. The last image before he died, again, was of a school of white larva stained pink as they swam towards him through his blood.

Aboard the cargo ship Umbra did not understand why Sam was so distraught. Daniel was still napping as where the others save for the one named Teal'c and Jacob, both were are at the controls of the amazing vessel. She had come to understand that Jacob was also Sam's father but there were two of him in one body, like the tall golden brown warrior they both had the demon serpents within them. These few quiet hours were a time when she could speak with them. There were many questions that needed to be asked and it did not seem that Sam, Janet the healer, and or Daniel were the appropriate parties to ask.

Drifting silently she moved between the two alien men. Drinking in their auras she could detect no evil as she had with Camazotz and her ilk. There was concern, love and urgency at the forefront of three of the entities yet, deep within Teal'c she could feel the young but growing evil presences that Teal'c seemed to control.

"Forgive me but I must ask." She began hesitantly. Both men turned their attention towards her.

"How may we assist you?" Teal'c was polite but one eyebrow lurched upwards.

"I do not understand how there can be two beings within one? This is one of a few questions I have. The other, though I feel may be too impertinent, but Major Carter, Samantha she is so disturbed over the fact that she and Camazotz are very similar in appearance. Why is this? And …"

"Stop right there." Jacob threw up a hand halting Umbra's potential litany of questions. He looked around to check to see if the rest of his passengers were really asleep and then to Teal'c. A subtle nod of the head and Jacob knew that he could answer honestly.

"Umbra, my daughter Samantha, well, she is in our military and is a subordinate officer to Jack, Colonel O'Neill. In our military he is her commanding officer and the two are not allowed to fraternize." Jacob began.

"Fraternize; I do not know this word." Umbra was puzzled.

"O'Neill and Major Carter can not have a relationship other than that as two warriors." Teal'c tried to explain.

"But her reactions?" I can feel…."

"Yes, it is obvious to those close to these two." It was Selmak who spoke now. The momentary glow of his eyes and the change in the timber of his voice had Umbra backing up against Teal'c.

"Jacob, my host, has closed his eyes to the realities but his daughter and the Colonel have strong feelings for each other. They must not reveal them due to the strictures of their military system. Sadly it is true they have strong feelings for each other that they may have not revealed to each other and …."

"Even to themselves they may not accept their love for each other. It is difficult for they are warriors engaged in a great battle against the Goa'uld." The final voice was that of Janet who had crept up behind all three of them. "I am their doctor and friend and I know all the symptoms. It is an easy diagnosis. "Janet tried to offer a smile but it was sad on her full lips.

"Love is very important, and I understand that there are times when one must set aside ones own desire when there are more important duties." Umbra nodded her mane of auburn hair it rustled like silk against satin. It was now time for Teal'c, Jacob and Janet to see, for the first time the heaviness that filled her burgundy eyes and colored them to a hard mahogany. Until now they had not come to understand what dangers Umbra had placed herself in all for duty to her people. She was another victim of the Goa'uld and their desire for domination in the universe. Stoically the beautiful vampire stood against a background of outer space.

A quiet descended over the cockpit and all four slipped into private thoughts and miseries.

Captain Nave clamped a hand over CJ's mouth as the five Jaffa warriors stepped from the gate. At first they thought they were Serpent guard but the helmets were odd shaped. CJ recognized it first, it was the shape of a sea horse and the staff weapons had more of a look of a trident than the form they had been acquainted with. A new Goa'uld that was all that they did not need.

Before the gate closed a final figure emerged, dressed in shimmering blue green cloth that flowed like ocean waves was the new Goa'uld. One of the Jaffa assisted the man. He was old and feeble, his skin was wrinkled and it was obvious he was dying. Whether it was the host who could no longer be regenerated via the sarcophagus or something had happened to the symbiote that was preventing the healing process was unknown but about to be answered.

"Find me a host; Camazotz has said the humans here are simple. Kree." He yelled in a voice that sounded like sand on limestone, dry and raspy.

Captain Nave assessed the situation. There were safe under cover but though there were only five between him and the Lieutenant they might be able to shoot their way out. In another situation he would have his sniper rifle and he could take out all six of the aliens before they had a chance to triangulate his position, but now he had the safety of people on this planet and CJ to worry about. The odds were not good.

There was a rustle in the woods behind them and before they could react CJ and Nave both found their Vampire companions to be kneeling next to them. They seemed almost translucent in the darkness.

"These are more of the same ilk as the one who was here?" The question was formed in both of their minds with no audible sound. There was not time to wonder over the telepathy. They responded in their minds in the affirmative.

Yurik leaned down and kissed CJ on the lips. "Your enemy is my enemy. I will not have my world subjugated again. Remain still and witness, the power that we have suppressed but now must reveal." With that Yurik and Gleninia, the Obryi who has attached herself to Nave both seemed to dissolve, only a soft wisp of air seemed to caress them.

Like three pillars of mist the three vampires appeared before the Jaffa and the Goa'uld. The Jaffa had their staff weapons at the ready and were preparing to fire when the world seemed to go mad. The three vampires were a blur of actions too fast for the three from the SGC to follow. Four of the five Jaffa seemed to be flung to one side gapping holes in their armor. The last Jaffa stood protectively in front of the Goa'uld.

Yurik materialized behind the feeble Goa'uld and grabbed him from behind.

"I will not allow you to do as the she beast that came before you did. " With those simple words Yurik twisted the neck of the alien and decapitated him. There was a gush of blood which drove Yurik back in disgust.

The lone Jaffa met a similar fate at the hands of the two female vampires. It was an act of brutality that the three had never witnessed or could have imagined. There had been a swift unmerciful efficiency to the killing. Their Vampires approached them, spattered in blood ,eyes glowing red.

Nave, Blanney and CJ came out of hiding as the three Obryi seemed to fly to them. The vampires were drinking their blood from freshly opened wounds at the bases of their already abused throats.

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End part 5

Friday, May 13, 2005

REVISED AND BADLY SELF BETA'D 5/25/05