A/N: This one forced its way into my head after I wrote a crazy review of the third chapter of MarkeyDeSad's 'Revenge of the Fish' to amuse him. The idea of Chuck being a vampire triggered two story ideas, one with Sarah being the best vampire slayer tracking him down and this Intersect one. Hope you find it amusing.

Thanks to MarkeyDeSad for doing the beta work.


Vampiric


His sister had tried once again to set him up with women from the hospital. This was worse than normal. Not one woman, but a whole series of them.

What was he supposed to do? Bang each of them in turn through the night? Next!

Why couldn't she leave him alone to get on with his life how he wanted?

Oh, because "she's his big sister." Looking out for him! Ellie knows best, Chuck, just do what she wants!

Well fuck that!

To try to calm himself down, he settled at his computer, planning to play an online game all night. Take that, Eleanor!

Just check emails first.

What the hell? Bryce F'ing Larkin. Sending me a birthday message five years after screwing my life over.

However, curious to see what that bastard has sent, he opened the email.

Zork! He'd sent a Zork line, thinking he could best Chuck again.

"angry troll raises his sword"

Well, that's not going to beat me, you bastard!

He immediately typed his response and checked it. He grinned. Take this, Bryce!

"attack troll with nasty knife"

The screen went blank, then a series of flashes appeared on the screen. He couldn't seem to look away. Mentally, he blacked out, but his eyes carried on processing the flashes. When they stopped, he fell off his chair.


Chuck woke up with Morgan shaking him.

"Come on, man. Time for work."

He was lying on the floor in the clothes he wore the previous night.

He had a blinding headache and the light streaming in through his window made it so much worse. He didn't remember drinking that much, but what a hangover!

He staggered up and headed for the shower. "I'll be quick, buddy."


Sarah was pissed with her boss. That wasn't new, but this time she was really, really pissed.

She was due some vacation time and had planned to join Carina in St. Tropez. Instead, she was being sent to Los Angeles to tidy up someone else's mess.

She knew how sloppy Larkin was; Graham had teamed them up for that mission in Venezuela two years ago; another thing to be pissed at him for. That slimy piece of shit, Bryce Larkin, had no skills at all, other than groping hands. If she hadn't knocked him out and left him locked in their room, the mission would've been a complete failure. Just like this one.

The only good thing about Venezuela was that it proved to Graham that she worked best on her own.

The sad thing was that Larkin had a really hot body and was attractive. If it hadn't been for his arrogance and that smirk, she'd have taken him to her bed once she'd completed the mission. Post-mission relief was important, but not with Smirker. She'd needed to do what she usually did, on her own. That was after knocking him out again, of course.

She looked at the mark in the dossier in front of her. He looked soft. An easy target, as long as he hadn't opened that email and accessed the contents.

Thinking about the contents of the email took her back to another thing about Graham; when he'd asked her to join Project Omaha. Thankfully it had been a request rather than an order, so she'd been able to decline. If she hadn't she'd be dead by now; or worse.

Anyway, she was prepared if this Bartowski had opened the contents of the email. She thought about her actions in that situation. It was what she'd been doing for the last five missions.

Why the hell hadn't they fixed the damn thing yet? Oh well. She wasn't going to get an answer to that question on this mission.

She put the dossier back into her case and pushed that under the seat in front of her. Best get some sleep before she arrived.


Chuck was having a hard time at the Buy More. Harder than usual.

Not only did he have a massive headache, but he also had this incredible thirst. In spite of that, he couldn't drink his usual waters and the thought of coffee turned his stomach.

So, here he was, standing behind the Nerd Herd desk, feeling sorry for himself.

At least he only had another hour before he was off work.

The store was quiet, thank heaven. If he had to placate another moaning customer winging about their last purchase, he'd probably kill them.

He dropped his head to place his forehead on his arms on the desk, willing that hour to slip past quickly.

"Ahem."

Shit, another customer! He looked up . And blinked. This wasn't the normal sort of customer. They were rarely this talk and certainly didn't have such features.

"Can I help you?" he asked, wondering why he'd ask such a question of someone who had obviously come to the desk for help.

"Having email problems," she replied in a very melodious voice.

He smiled. "Then I'm your man." He then realized how that might sound and got flustered. Hold his hands out, he muttered, "S- sorry. I… I didn't mean it to sound like that. I mean, I am the technician to help you."

She smiled. What a lovely smile. "That's what I thought you meant…" she looked down at his pocket protector. "… Mr. Bartowski."

He couldn't stop himself from blurting out, "Chuck. Everyone calls me Chuck."

Her smile transformed into a grin; a grin he wanted to see more of. "Ok, Chuck. I'm Sarah."

She stretched her neck slightly, drawing his eyes to it. Why did he find her neck more attractive than her beautiful face?

She spoke, and he pulled his eyes back up to look into hers. "I'm also new to the area. Would you be willing to take me somewhere for a meal this evening?"

She was asking him to go out with her? WTF?

He tried to act cool. "Yeah. I guess I could." He was actually thinking, 'God, yes! I hope I can drag you back to my place after.'

Her eyes sparkled and her neck cried out to him. "Great. Can I pick you up at your place at 7? I still need to find somewhere to stay."

He was glad he'd moved out of his sister's place a week ago, even if it was just across the courtyard. Casual again, he said, "Sure." He scribbled down his address on the back of a Buy More business card and handed it to her.

"Thanks." She pocketed the card in the back of her jeans. As she did that he caught sight of the inside of her wrist and the vein pulsing here. Why did that cause saliva to form in his mouth? "See you at 7, then," she said, turned and left the store.

He watched her behind swaying all the way out, while thinking of kissing that glorious neck.


She felt sad as she climbed into her car. That puzzled her as she normally didn't. She usually hardened and went fully into mission mode, but here she was feeling sorry for Chuck Bartowski.

She was sure that he had opened the email and accessed the contents. He showed all the signs and she could sense it, too.

She felt attracted to him, more than normal. His picture in the dossier didn't do him justice. He was a very attractive man. His curly brown hair reached out to her hands and his chestnut eyes drew her in. It was only her control that prevented her from diving across that desk to try to kiss him. Of course, if he had accessed the program, as she suspected, part of her reaction could be a side effect of that, but she'd never felt that urge so strongly before. She guessed that she would probably have been very attracted to him even if he hadn't accessed the Intersect. Hence the sadness.

Now she had to get to the hotel room the Company had secured for her, to prepare for the meeting in less than two hours time. And to harden herself for what she needed to do. Damn it!


Sarah had planned to push her way into his apartment, question him on the email and run the usual tests. If positive, she would have killed him instantly.

However, Chuck Bartowski had waited for her at the edge of the curb and so she had to change her plan. They'd go and eat and then return to his apartment.

She didn't really mind. She was hungry and maybe could question him at the restaurant.


He'd taken her to his favorite Italian restaurant.

He'd planned to have his usual pasta dish, but found himself asking for steak instead. What was even stranger was how he asked for it. Whenever he had steak, he always had it medium. His sister often commented on it, but medium-rare was much more common. This time, he wanted it blue, something that would normally turn his stomach if he saw it.

His companion chose the pasta dish he normally liked. That was good, something to talk about.

They'd both wanted red wine.

Sitting opposite her, while waiting for the food, he gazed at her. She was absolutely stunning. She was wearing a blue top and black pants. He hadn't given her any indication of dress code, so this was fine. Part of him regretted not suggesting she wear a dress. He could've seen her legs then. Maybe if this date went well, there would be another chance.

She had, however, piled her blonde hair up into a messy bun, which left her neck exposed and what a neck! Log and slender, just like she was herself.

He knew he was already totally smitten with this gorgeous woman, but why was she in any way interested in him? Just because his sister was constantly telling what a catch he was didn't mean she was right. However, there must be something to it or this beautiful leggy blonde wouldn't want to be with him.

He couldn't sit here in silence. That certainly wasn't him, but what would he have in common with her. Start with something simple.

"So, just moved here, huh?" Even as he said it, he knew it was a lame start, but thankfully she ran with it.

"I have," she replied, then she stopped, cursing her inability to hold a conversation with him. She was normally able to throw herself into a role on a mission and be loquacious, but here, with this guy, she was just herself, the silent, withdrawn Sarah Walker. She pushed herself. "I don't know the area or, as I told you, the best eating places."

"Oh, this is my favorite Italian restaurant. The dish you are about to have is what I usually eat." This was safe, he thought.

Then she replied. "So, why the steak?" She wanted to steer the conversation to be able to ask questions about his condition and this was a start.

He had no idea. Was it ok to say that? He'd try. "Dunno." Smooth, Bartowski, he admonished himself.

"Well, I hope it doesn't spoil your time with me," she replied, then wondered why she felt that way, because she did. In fact, she just wanted to enjoy the meal with him. The questioning could come later.

"Highlight of my year," he replied and then inwardly kicked himself. Really over she raised an eyebrow. Not trying to act smooth at all. It was quite endearing. "It's nice of you to say that," she responded and did actually think it. Come on, Agent Walker. Don't start liking him, he's becoming a vampire!

And it was obvious that the signs were there. The extreme rare steak he ordered. Very few could stomach that and she didn't think he would have been one of those before. The way he kept staring at her exposed neck was another tell-tale sign. She was starting to wish that was covered.

However, in spite of those signs, a really nice guy was still there; one that she would have liked to get to know… before.

She thought about that for a few seconds. Before what? Certainly, before he received the email, but also before she became this hardened killing machine, jaded by her experiences of the job and men in general, but particularly her choices in them.

Looking into those hazel eyes, she imagined a life that could have happened between them if things had been different. Would she be happy? Would she be fulfilled? Would she be able to make him happy?

All thoughts of questioning went out of her head. That was becoming less relevant, but she decided she just wanted to enjoy the meal with him and postpone all that until later.

Her thoughts were disturbed by the arrival of their food. Hers looked delicious, but looking over at his plate was not a great experience. In spite of all that she'd seen in her life, that slab of bloody meat made her feel slightly queasy. It wasn't the meat itself, but that her table partner was about to eat it. Would he slip into his new mode and eat it ravenously? She looked at him to see his reaction to that plate.

Chuck was definitely feeling strange. Until today, the sight of meat on his plate like this would probably have him emptying his stomach, not looking forward to filling it with that meat. Now, he could feel the saliva filling his mouth with anticipation. He frowned. What's wrong with me?

Looking into her eyes across the table, he felt the need to say something. "I normally have my steak medium and get told off by my sister as she always tells me the taste is diminished if cooked more than medium. I have no idea why I chose to have it so obviously undercooked today. I hope it doesn't put you off your meal."

Well, he was over sharing, but at the same time endearing. She smiled and said, "I won't watch." And that was definitely true. The thought of blood dripping from his mouth as he ate, did not appeal at all!

The main course proceeded like that. Silence and averted eyes.

Chuck actually found he liked the meat that way, but then part way through that stopped and, after wiping his mouth, he pushed the plate away and covered the remainder with the napkin.

Sarah had spotted meat remaining before being covered. She looked up at him. "Mind if I eat a bit more of this wonderful dish?"

"As long as you don't mind being watched," he replied, then frowned at what he'd said.

She took another mouthful. There was at least a quarter of her pasta dish left, but she didn't like being watched, so pushed her bowl away.

"I'm so sorry," he rushed out. "You must hate all the stalkers you get and then the person sitting opposite you says that!"

That actually made him seem even nicer. "I don't see you as a stalker." At least not yet. "But I get self-conscious about being watched when I eat."

He started to apologize again, but she stopped him. "Thank you for saying you would like to watch me. It was sweet." Oh God. Did I really say that?

"Sweet!" he choked out.

She had to get them both out of this situation. "Shall we leave?" She didn't want to go to his apartment, and that conversation, or what she might have to do. "Can we go to a nightclub? Go dancing?"

He was stunned that she still wanted to be around him, but he really wanted the evening to last longer. She would probably be gone from his life after this, so he needed to make the most of it. "I warn you, I'm not much of a dancer, but okay."

She let him pay after a short discussion and they left.


He surprised himself.

He didn't know what had happened since he met this amazing woman, but suddenly he could dance rather than just hop from one foot to the other.

"Should I believe anything you say?" Sarah asked.

"W- what do you mean?" he stumbled to reply, nearly losing his footing in the process.

"You said you couldn't dance, but I am completely outclassed here." And she was. He was amazing. She wished more than ever she didn't have to follow through with the original plan tonight. She would love to just keep dancing with him forever.

"I think it's being with you. You bring out the best in me."

Him saying things like that made her want to keep him alive. It drove her to stop dancing and force him to do the same. She leaned up and kissed him. His eyes went wide, before he kissed her back. Neither opened their mouths, but she enjoyed that kiss more than any she'd had before.

As they separated, and she opened her eyes, she saw his eyes closed and his lips still seeking hers.

She nearly joined her lips to his, but spotted a black suit in her peripheral vision. Black suits did not belong in a night club, but did belong on NSA bodies.

She grabbed his hand and pulled him to the exit she'd spotted as they entered.

In no time, they were out in an alley. She wanted to pull him to her car, but he stopped. "Why did you stop that? Why pull me out of there?" he asked.

"We need to get away, Chuck. There are men in there who are after you."

"W- why?" he questioned, still not moving.

"Because of what you're becoming," she replied, reaching for his hand again. "They might shoot you. Or me.. Come on."

"But-" he stopped as the door behind hem burst open.

Suddenly there were four men in front of them with guns drawn.

Sarah recognized one of them. Major John Casey, NSA's top assassin. He was definitely not here to chat.

Sarah pushed Chuck behind her and pulled out a gun from the waist band at the back of her pants.

"What-" Chuck started.

"Four against one. Don't rate your chances," Casey said.

Four guns pointed at Sarah. Nor did she, but she wouldn't say that. Somehow, Chuck Bartowski mattered. She didn't want him to die. Not anymore.

She didn't get to say anything, though. There was a blur of motion and suddenly four guns were on the ground, along with three NSA agents. The last, Casey, was dangling from his throat that was being gripped by Chuck.

Casey was trying to grab that hand but Chuck just casually snapped Casey hands away, breaking one wrist with a sickening sound, then holding the other away. "I don't like my date being threatened," he growled.

She came out of her trance. "Chuck, don't kill him."

"Why?" he snapped. "He was going to kill you." Then Chuck obviously remembered something. "… and me."

"You've saved me," she replied. And he had. She still couldn't believe it. She wanted to protect him even more now. "You don't need to... do anymore."

Chuck dropped Casey. He grabbed each gun and crushed them, almost too quickly to see the actual motion.

He punched Casey in the stomach, causing him to double up, then hit his head, not enough to break anything, but enough to knock him out.

Sarah looked at the other men. They weren't so lucky. One was lying with his arm separated from his body and bleeding from a wound in his neck; one his head ripped off and the last with a rip from his neck into his chest. All were clearly dead.

Sarah looked into his eyes, which were a red color, but gradually fading back to his normal chestnut.

She grasped his hand, the one not dripping in blood, and pulled him from the alley to her car.

As she did this she made a call on her phone. "Agent Walker in LA. I need a clean up crew to an alley behind a nightclub." She looked at Chuck who was with it enough to provide the name and address of the club. She relayed the details then ended the call.

He was silent as they drove. She had no intention of taking him to his apartment now and headed to her hotel.


The conversation wasn't easy. For either of them.

"So, Bryce Larkin sent me this program? One that turned me into a vampire? Why would anyone want to do that? To anyone?" He just couldn't believe this had happened to him.

"I don't know why he sent it to you, Chuck. He died as he sent it." Sarah told him.

He's dead?" he asked, with his eyes widening. She nodded. "And he was working for the CIA? You too?"

She nodded to both. "I was sent to check on you."

He eyes narrowed. "So, you weren't interested in me at all," he said, flatly. She wanted to speak, but he continued, "What were you to do when you found I had opened it."

She looked down. This wasn't how she'd wanted this conversation to go as they left the alleyway. "I was supposed to kill you." She couldn't look at him now, but hurried on. "I wasn't going to, you know. Even before you saved me from those NSA agents, I was going to do what I could to protect you."

He lifted her chin so she had to look at him. "Why?"

She had been asking herself the same question. "I don't know, Chuck. It's not just that the change in you makes you attractive to women, I … like you." She pulled away from him and shook her head. "I don't know why. I'm usually more detached, focused. You got through that, damn you." She regretted her choice of words as she said them.

"Well, it seems like Bryce damned me," he replied.

"I'm sorry, Chuck. I shouldn't have said that."

This attraction. Not yours, the other. Is that why I was getting attention from the other women in the nightclub?"

She smiled at him. "Partly, but your dancing was great to watch as well."

He nodded. That made sense. "The dancing was either you, as I said in the club, or this 'programming.'"

She took his hand. "Chuck, I'd love to think it was me, but I suspect it was the programming."

He looked into those azure pools. "I'm not so sure. Sarah, I've never felt like I do around you."

She blushed and smiled weakly at him. She didn't know how to respond to that.

"So, what do we do now?" he asked.

"We should talk to my boss in the morning. Early as he's over in DC. There's a location he told me about in your shopping area. The Crypt. It's under the other buildings. I've not been there, but it is supposed to have video conferencing equipment there."

"We can do that from my laptop at home," he suggested, not wanting to go somewhere called 'The Crypt' which sounded creepy.

"That's where the NSA will go," she pointed out.

"I should've killed that guy," he growled, then realized what he'd said. "God, Sarah. I've never killed anything before." He placed his hands over his face. He just wanted to curl up and die.

She embraced him, whispering in his ear. "You still haven't, Chuck. That was the program." She believed that and wanted him to do the same.

He pulled away. "Thank you, Sarah. That's very nice of you to say, but I wanted to rip them apart. Me."

She didn't know why she did it, but she kissed his cheek. "It took over, but if it hadn't you wouldn't have saved me. I think you were still there enough to want to protect me. Thank you, Chuck."

He nodded, but was silent.

She needed rest and he probably did too after burning all that energy. "Chuck, I only have the one bed. You take the left side and I'll take the right."

"No… no. I'll take the couch."

She looked at the couch. "You won't fit, Chuck. Nor would I." She looked back at him. "you don't seem the type of guy to try anything without being invited."

He gulped.

She could feel her body telling her to invite him, but squashed that.

"0kay," he finally said.


Chuck and Sarah stood before the video monitor in the concrete room in the bunker under the Buy More. Chuck had been incredibly surprised at its existence when Sarah told him about it and probably more so walking down into it. Calling it 'The Crypt' seemed appropriate.

They were now facing an image of Sarah's boss Langston Graham, the deputy director for special projects.

He still couldn't believe what had happened to him, but the event last night could only be explained by what Sarah had told him.

Now, standing in front of one of the bosses at the CIA, Chuck was over awed by the whole situation.

Graham regarded him with a scowl and issued a command in a growling tone of voice. "Charles Irving Bartowski, Ktak, Grijuk, Ntarg!"

Suddenly. Chuck's face went slack and he lost all expression, his eyes glowing red and he spoke in monotone. "I hear and obey, my Master. I await your command." Sarah gasped out loud in shock, she was turned towards Chuck and had watched him go from squirming nerd standing in front of her boss to a ram rod straight automaton awaiting instruction. His eyes were glowing red just like they had when he'd activated the Intersect to save her from the NSA hit team last night on their 'date'. Unlike last night, however, now they were glassy and unblinking and carried no hint of the intelligence or recognition she'd come to expect since meeting Chuck.

Sarah turned back to face the image of her boss, a chill going down her spine when she saw the leering power hungry eyes staring back at her. "Director, what's happened to Chuck? What did you do to him?"

Graham's lips curled into a nasty grin. He snarled, "I activated the Intersect failsafe that allows me to control an agent and issue commands should I deem said agent an unreliable asset."

Sarah was shocked and it reflected in her tone. "You mean, you say those words and Chuck loses his free will and just does what you say?"

Graham's laughter filled the room, evilly. "Agent Walker, did you think I wouldn't have some way to control a blood thirsty terror like Mr. Bartwoski?"

Sarah felt a moments irritation at his deliberate mispronunciation of Chuck's name.

Graham continued, "I can see a demonstration is in order." He turned his attention to Chuck and issued a command. "Charles, hear my voice and obey your master's command. Kill Agent Walker, she's working with the enemy and must be eliminated!"

Chuck's head turned and his sightless gaze scared the hell out of Sarah as she saw his lips curl up into a snarl as he hissed at her, his canines, that she'd not seen before, protruding like fangs into his mouth.

She knew fear deep in her bones as he turned towards her, she well remembered him dismantling Casey's team with lightning quickness. She knew she'd never survive an attack like he was capable of delivering.

She had to try something, "Chuck, please remember me! Fight this, you know you don't want to do this! Think of how you felt last night, how you wanted to protect me…"

Something seemed to pass behind Chuck's unblinking eyes and he shook his head, he was fighting the command and compulsion of the director. She could see it on his face, he didn't want to kill her; it was working.

She put all of the emotion she'd felt for him into her voice. "Chuck, Sweetie. Listen to me, I know you don't want to kill me. I'm attracted to you and not because of the Intersect. I'm attracted to the gentle soul I was with last night. Please fight this command. Be mine, Chuck."

Suddenly his eyes cleared and she saw the intelligence and recognition in them. His arms were around her and his lips pressed gently to hers, tears running down his cheeks. As soon as the most tender and loving kiss of Sarah's life was finished, he pressed his forehead to hers and whispered, "Thank you for saving me, Sarah."

"Well, it seems I don't have to issue the command to stop him. You have your own way to control him." Graham's voice got their attention. He was appraising them. "That's probably good. As he's not an agent, he would be less use in the field, less skilled. Maybe you working with him, can teach him, work as a team for a while."

Chuck was about to retort, but Sarah placed a hand on his clenched fist. "A team, sir?"

"We don't have anyone based over there in LA," graham pointed out.

"Isn't that because we're not supposed to work in the States?" she asked.

"Well, you do now. I will inform General Beckman."

Sarah remembered that woman from the NSA. "Isn't she Major Casey's boss?"

Graham laughed, another evil laugh. "I wish I'd seen Charles rip his team apart." He ended the call.

Sarah looked at Chuck and smiled. "So, I'm staying here."

Chuck looked deep into her eyes, making her feel like he was looking into her soul. "Did you mean what you said earlier?"

She cast her mind back to her words. As she considered them, there were no untruths there. She was attracted to him in that way. Before coming here, he was certainly not the type of man she would have even looked at, but now he definitely was someone who attracted her. The final words, 'be mine' were over the top, but as she thought about them, she got a warm feeling. "Yes, Chuck, I did."

He grabbed her and kissed her again. Her thoughts aswirl. This is going to be my best assignment ever!


A/N: The title is not just because Chuck takes on vampiric traits, but also reflects Graham's thirst for power.

Oh, and I hope those fictious words Graham spoke don't mean anything in your language!

I was thinking this to be a one-shot. Do you think I should continue it?

My other Charah vampire story would have Chuck already a vampire, a daywalker, when Walker, the vampire slayer, turns up. Would you read that?

Let me know your thoughts via review or PM, even if you think this is all rubbish.