Okay, I hope you guys like the following I managed to write down :) Oh, veeeeeeeery dramatic by the way , I hope I didn't exaggerate 0o'

Oh, btw//this// thoughts I'll probably fix this a bit when I feel like it, but I'll leave it as this for now.. :o

Oh, and expect some language in this one :$

"Virgil? Where are you?" Scott called out when he returned to the place he left his oldest younger brother. He heard his youngest brothers calling Virgil's name behind him. With every pace, dread settled further in.. He was sure something happened, he could feel it..

He heard voices in the next tunnel, and fastened his pace. When he found -and could see- where the voices came from, he turned around again, held his arms out to stop his youngest brothers, and pulled them back, out of sight. Then, he quickly grabbed his passenger again before the man could slip off his shoulder.

"Stay here." He told them, laying his passenger down at their feet. "Look after him until I get back." He added, and walked back to where the voices had come from.

"Virgil..?" Scott called out, looking at three men sitting around a pile of rocks, talking amongst themselves.

"Down here, Scotty.." Virgil's voice floated trough the cave, tired, hurt..

Scott felt his throat tighten. Among the expedition party -two men and two women-, lay Virgil on his back, his legs, hips and abdomen disappearing beneath a large pile of rocks.

Scott leaned on the cave wall for support. The full weight of the situation crashed onto him, and he felt his throat close up. He called himself and the situation every insult and swearword in the book in his head, cursing himself for being so stupid. "I shouldn't have left you by yourself.." The vampire whispered, his voice hoarse..

Virgil weakly called out his brother's name, making the expedition crew look up as well to regard the other IR agent.

"Scott.. You-- should g-- go." Virgil told Scott, his words halting every now and then from the intense pain in his legs, "Take-- t--these guys out-- of here.."

Scott moved closer hesitantly, vehemently shaking his head. "No way. I'm not leaving you behind.."

"Scott..." Virgil warned. His voice was weak, but he still held some authority.. Scott wasn't one to start listening to his younger brothers though. He shook his head again.

"You hang on, Virgil." Scott said, forcing his voice to stay steady. He turned to the expedition crew, and said:" As for you guys, you can come along, two of my associates will lead you to the surface. If you would follow me..." Scott looked at Virgil, and pointed a finger at him as if to warn him that he shouldn't do anything, especially something like dying.. Then he turned around to find Gordon and Alan while the expedition crew followed him.

"Boys? Take these guys outside," Scott told the two when he'd found them. He let the expedition crew pass and added:" Virgil is... occupied.. I gotta help him, we'll be right up, okay?"

"But Scott.." Alan tried to argue, knowing his brother would say no but trying anyway. Scott would have none of it as predicted. Though his reaction was sharper then necessary, his usually friendly expression turning hard, eyes flashing red, as he forcefully repeated:" Okay?"

Alan took a step back. Scott immediately apologized when he saw it. "Just take them, and the father outside. Virgil and I will catch up. Clear?"

Gordon nodded and pushed Alan to the way outside preventing him from saying anything else. Before Scott could turn away, the redhead grabbed his brother's arm. "Be careful, Scott, and get Virgil out.."

Scott swallowed thickly and nodded. "I don't intend to leave him here. You two be careful too, I'll see you on the surface.."

Gordon let go, gave a confident smile and turned to the crew. "Right, let's get going shall we?"

Scott turned around and went back to Virgil. The light was rather dim in the cave, and Virgil was breathing harshly. The sound echoed trough the cave, creating a pretty morbid scene..

"Just go, Scott.." Virgil whispered as he saw his brother appear again.

"I can't, Virg." Scott muttered as he went to sit beside his brother. His soul seemed to be determined to rip itself out of his body, to leave him emotionless. When he was turned by the vampire lady, everything in him had died, except his soul and his feelings.. The state of his brother made his inner 'being' cry out in hurt.

"You're putting-- yourself in danger--, just let me go!" Virgil coughed, and thick, red blood ran down from his mouth to his chin.

Scott's breath halted in his throat at the sight. "Don't ask that of me.." Scott said, his voice cracking in the middle.. He pulled off his blue IR top, nearly tearing his blue sash as he went, and covered Virgil's chest with it to keep him warm. He used his sash to wipe the blood from Virgil's chin..

"Scott.. Please just go?" Virgil begged, groaning trough the pain.. He just wanted Scott to go, he was putting himself in danger being there. A vampire could take a lot, but getting crushed under rocks was probably not on the list of things vampires could handle.

He held up his hands to touch Virgil, but for the life of him, he didn't know where to put them anymore. He settled for putting one half on his neck and half on his jaw -shocked to find Virgil didn't even as much as flinch when his cold hand touched his skin- and one on his shoulder.

"Don't ask that of me!" Scott shouted back at him. "I can't just let you die!" He couldn't believe Virgil was asking him to just let him go.. He couldn't do that, for his own selfish reasons but for his brothers and father too. He heard Virgil breath in sharply, squeezing his eyes shut in pain, and all the anger drained out of him.

"Scott?" The vampire froze.. In his haste to take off his jacket for Virgil, he'd turned his watch, allowing his brothers to listen in on them. //Damn!//

"You can't let him go, Scott.. You can't.." Alan pleaded. He sounded so young suddenly, Scott realized..

"I don't want to let him go, but tell me what else I can do!" Scott shouted at him. He was probably scaring Alan by freaking out so bad, but he couldn't help it. His brother was dying for God's sake!

"You-- you--..." Alan stuttered, desperate for a solution to their problem, "I know!" He cried out when he did, "You could turn him into a vampire!" Alan shouted, exited.

Scott couldn't have been more horrified.

"No.." He muttered, shaking his head vehemently, even though Alan wouldn't be able to see., "Hell! no!"

"I would've done it for you if you had asked me.." Alan whined..

He wasn't prepared for Scott as the vampire suddenly looked down into the watch and snarled into it:" You think you would! Believe me, Alan, being a vampire is not fun! I couldn't do that to Virgil, I won't have that on my conscience... Don't ask me to do it!" Scott didn't want to let Virgil go, but he simply couldn't turn Virgil.. He couldn't do that to him.. On top of that, Virgil would have too feed and...

Scott was having enough trouble being a vampire himself...

"Scott.." Virgil moaned, shooting a double dose of panic into the eldest. He scrabbled to lean over Virgil, barely hearing him even though he was sitting so close. The hand that was still lying in his brother's neck registered that his brother was getting colder...

"Do-- what you have-- to do.." Virgil muttered, his breathing coming in short gasps. Pain was in every nook and cranny of his body now, even in places he hadn't known he could ache. And he was oh so scared... He wouldn't let Scott know, but he was so damn scared.. The cold was making him shiver, and he wondered why Scott wasn't cold. He was merely wearing his torn IR shirt, and trousers. He had sacrificed his jacket to Virgil.

Scott tried to fight the panic down. It hurt terribly to see his brother in so much pain. The bleeding seemed to have slowed a little, but that was probably because he had so little left.. He realized he had two choices, let Virgil die and suffer the grief from himself and his brothers, or turn Virgil and suffer the guilt. Option one was no good, but the same could be said of option two. He was going to have to decide though, one way or another. If he didn't decide, he automatically chose option 1, let Virgil die..

"I'm sorry Virgil.." Scott whispered. He knew what he had to do, and even though he was going to feel awful about it, he couldn't let Virgil slip away from him, from them.. Not if he had other options to keep him alive. Well, alive in a way, he'd be dead, but alive as well. Undead so to speak.

Gently, Scott pushed Virgil's head to one side to expose his neck. He looked down on the slow pulsing vein on the side of Virgil's neck, and he felt the vampire pushing it's way up.

Scott stopped it dead in it's tracks..

He was quite determined to keep the vampire at bay for once. It took all his will to fight him back, and he was immensely proud when he succeeded. He wasn't going to let himself go on Virgil. Not a chance in hell.

"Don't hate me for this, okay?" Scott murmured, his throat closing up.

"Do what-- you must.." Virgil breathed, and his hand weakly grabbed at Scott's knee. He wasn't going to last long. He was quite fine with whatever way Scott chose, whether it would be turning him or just letting him go, he wanted the pain to be over..

Scott felt his teeth grow, and he leaned down. "I'm sorry.." He whispered again, and bit down on his brother's neck...

"Waaah!" Scott awoke with a shock as he cried out.. He sat up, and looked around, disoriented. His eyes stung and his vision blurred. He was in his own room. //Was I.. It ...// He heard a tentative knock on the door, and called out:" Enter.."

Virgil peeked around the door, his face holding concern.. "You okay, Scott?"

Scott rubbed his face, his cheeks feeling slightly wet. "I'm fine.." He muttered trough his hands.

"Right." Virgil muttered, not believing a word.. "Want me to stay? Talk or...?"

Scott didn't answer, just kept scrubbing his face.. Virgil ventured into Scott's room without waiting for that answer, plodding down beside his brother on the bed.

Scott ran his hands trough his hair, and coughed to mask a sob. It didn't help. Virgil placed a hand on his brother's back, giving his support in gestures, not sure how to in words. Funny how his brother didn't seem that cold to the touch anymore..

"Tell me, Scott. Tell me about your dream.." Virgil urged. And for the next hour, Scott did as Virgil had asked..

Was it all but a dream? Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't...

Tell me if you have some ideas for fixing this, maybe it's a little do dramatic, or too confusing, let me know..

I need some more ideas again btw :o Yes again :P

Juud18