A/N: A shorty, because I couldn't sleep last night.
"And how are my two favorite technicians doing?" Dr. Steve Newlin asked, coming up behind Gabe and Luke. He placed a firm hand on each one of their shoulders. "Where's Dr. Mike, boys? Don't tell me he has you doing this all by yourselves?"
The two techs glanced at each other.
"He had to take a phone call, sir. Director. Doctor," Gabe nervously replied. "We did the injections on schedule and took readings. Dr. Mike will be back any second now."
"Good work. As long as we are making sure that everything is happening on schedule. You two kids know how important the work here is, right?"
Luke and Gabe looked at each other, wondering if it was a trick question.
"Of course we know, sir," Luke confidently replied. "We get this to work, we will be that much safer against those blood suckers." Newlin grinned at the response. The techs relaxed slightly. It has been the right answer.
"Now this bastard," Newlin said, moving over to Eric and stroking his open hand over Eric's hair, "is an old one. We're not sure quite how old. Vamps think he might have been a Viking."
Gabe swallowed. He remembered learning about the Vikings in school. He was sure they drank the blood of their enemies from their skulls, or something. Killed and raped, that he was sure of. Gabe's fingers instinctively moved over to the silver spray mace attached to his belt.
"Ah, Doctor Newlin!" Dr Mike Spencer's voice echoed. "Sorry about that. My... um... wife didn't quite take kindly to a friend I met last night."
Mike Spencer's proclivities outside the bedroom were well known at Golden Oaks. The techs exchanged knowing glances. While Spencer's advances usually meant embarrassment or trouble for himself, it did make it easier for the two of them to pick up the remains. Girls were always willing to have a drink or three with them after being hit on by Mike.
"As long as this doesn't become a habit, Mike," Newlin warned, a stretched smile still plastered on his face. "We can't have the missus jeopardizing what we are doing here." He crinkled his far too smooth brow, and his grin became even wider. "Say, how about I have Sarah invite the wife to her knitting club? They always get together at chat about this and that. I sure know that Sarah sure finds it relaxing."
Mike nodded. "I'd appreciate that, Director."
A groan from Eric caught their attention. The four men immediately turned to the vampire bound on the examination table.
"Well, well. It seems our big, tough vampire ain't too happy," Dr. Newlin remarked, his smile cruelly twisting. His eyes slowly took in the vampire's body, lingering slowly over the face, the chest, before it reached the tented crotch. "Or maybe he's a bit too happy. What is it, you big Neanderthal? Just being in the same room as a human woman giving you a hard on? Disgusting."
He grabbed onto the tented form of Eric's crotch, and tugged hard.
"Just you wait, vampire. You have all fucked with us long enough."
A/N: Like many, my life has been a bit crazy, but I am back! I have a couple of chapter written up, and hope to get back to regular posting again.