Chapter 3
Bluetiger42: Yay! Third chapter! And more reviews! You can all say what you want, but I am still going to write this story. Keep discouraging me if that is what you wish to do, because as human beings you have that right to voice your opinion (as stated before). However I do appreciate the constructive criticism. To Herald of Peace, thanks for the encouragement. I'm going to try to be more serious, but there will probably be just a few more jokes that I can't help but put in. For the star date bit, I just don't know how to do star dates, sorry! And to matchboxcars, thanks for the encouragement and for pointing out the misspellings. And thanks also to aquamarine for the encouragement! I shall keep writing for the fun of it, and for my few reviewers who like my story! Here's the story:
The three officers walked to a separate door in the sickbay that was locked, and read 'Authorized Personnel Only' in large, red letters. McCoy punched in a few numbers on the key- pad to unlock the door.
The room was rather small, but large enough to fit around ten people. In the center of the room stood a single hospital bed.
As Kirk approached the bed, he found that the figure strapped onto it was the supposed vampire that had bit him nearly five hours ago.
'It's a miracle those straps are holding him down.' Thought Kirk, because the 'vampire' wasn't exactly being good about his situation. Instead, he through all his weight against the straps to try to break them, but to no avail. He kicked his legs; he thrashed his head back and forth, and screamed at the top of his lungs that chilled the three officers to the bone.
"Couldn't you have given him a sedative?" Kirk asked over the screams.
"I injected him with the most powerful one I had, but he woke up an hour later!" Replied McCoy.
"Well give him something to quite him down! I'm going to interrogate him now!" Kirk said.
McCoy walked over to an overhead cabinet, and rummaged through the different concoctions until he found the right one. He then poured it into a needle, and injected it into the ranting vampire's upper arm.
The medicine didn't kick in for about ten minutes. Then the creature slowly started to calm down as he became weaker and weaker under the effects of the tranquilizer.
Captain Kirk stood over him on the side of his bed, and stared directly into its eyes.
"Can you understand me?" Kirk asked. He pronounced every syllable clearly, and spoke slowly.
The thing, unable to protest, gave up the struggle and answered, "I'm not slow."
"I can tell. You certainly did pull a fast one on me down there."
"I am not at fault, you humans are so slow. I almost feel bad hunting you down."
"And what type of life form would you be?"
The thing on the bed curled his lips into a smile. It unnerved the Captain. "If you guess correctly, I'll let you know." The thing said slyly. "However, you humans have done well to cover up our existence over the centuries. Too afraid to realize that you are not at the top of the food chain like you believe."
"I don't think you're in a position to negotiate," Kirk barked, "Either tell me now, or you'll never leave this room."
The two stared at each other, until the one on the bed finally said, "Let me go, and you will regret it. I will easily dodge your phazers, nerve pinches, or anything else you can throw at me."
"But I don't think you can break these straps on your own." Kirk pointed out. The thing glared at him.
"You will join me soon enough, and when you do, you'll set me free."
"What are you?!" Demanded Kirk.
It didn't answer for a while. But then it said, looking directly into Kirk's eyes, "I'll give you a hint. It starts with a 'V', and ends with an 'e'," he said with a grin.
Bluetiger: sorry, not a very well written chapter.