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The loud thumping noise woke Tony up and immediately he felt like he couldn't move. There felt like there was a ton of wait pressing down on him. The thumping would not cease. At first Tony thought it was a thumping headache but realized that it was more external than internal.
"Stay lying down, Tony," McGee was sitting beside him.
"What have I told you about staying away?" Tony asked. He turned his head sideways after noting the extra blankets on him. McGee had his arms beneath the blankets and they were moving in quick sporadic movements. "What are you doing McGee?" Tony asked.
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"What did you say?" Tony saw McGee's lips move but couldn't make the words out.
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The sound was hypnotic. Drawing his attention to a specific point. There was something stirring in his instinct. Tony could almost see through the shirt and jacket that McGee was wearing and almost see through the skin and see that beating heart. It pumped blood through out the slim body… Every major artery was primed for the taking.
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"Tony?" Tony could just hear McGee's voice over the heartbeat. "You okay?" McGee asked.
Tony sat up and looked over at McGee. He could imagine each path the blood followed and thought about how his first taste of human blood would feel like. People often sucked their finger when there's a small cut… But to actually drain a person's blood and kill them. That would give a whole new taste.
"Tony?" He heard the voice call out again.
Tony licked his lips and stood up. "You know… I can feel it right now. I wonder if every vampire feels this… This rejuvenated," he said as he looked over his body. He didn't look different.
"You're not a vampire," McGee hoped that if he kept saying that, Tony would believe it. He was certain that Prophet was full of shit. Somehow for some reason, his partner was convinced about it.
"Do I have to drain you dry to prove it?" Tony snapped. He approached McGee threateningly. With each passing moment Tony was feeling more and more thirsty. He ran his fingers over his teeth he could feel the pointy fangs.
"Really?" McGee stood up and showed him the makeshift cross he had made. He had managed to get to bits of wood and used some loose thread from the blankets and managed to tie the bits of wood together under the blankets. That kept his actions hidden from everybody.
"What?" Tony took a step back. McGee thrust the cross into Tony's clothed body and pushed him back with it. He was hoping that would prove once and for all that Tony was being delusional.
Tony felt the cross coming. There was a certain aura about it that made him want to stand back. It reached his clothes and managed to leave his clothes in tact but seared his skin. Fortunately, he was able to get away from it. The movies he'd seen hadn't lied to him… Crosses do burn Vampiric skin. And the cross did repel him.
"You're going to fall asleep some time," Tony said confidently. He paced around his half of the stone cell. There he could intently watch the younger man. As soon as the guard gets let down, he'll use that special vampire speed and enjoy his first feed.