Body Temperature 85 degrees.
Kenslir crossed the room quickly, setting his rifle on a table and moving to the woman’s side. He looped an arm around her shoulders and helped her up.
“You’re too late, Mark,” Olson said. “That dickless bastard left hours ago.”
Kenslir helped her over to a table and laid her down. Victor crept closer, baffled by what was going on. And the gaping wound in Laura’s chest.
“Take a picture—it’ll last longer,” the doctor said, feebly pulling at her labcoat to cover herself.
Kenslir stopped her and examined the wound. “He got your heart?”
“I told him I was saving it for you,” Laura said, smiling weakly. “Who’s your sidekick, and what the hell does he have on his face?”
“That is his face,” Kenslir said, then looked up at Victor. “Go in the back, get all the blood you can find from the cooler.”
“No,” Laura said. “I already drank it. That was my last one.”
“Drank it?” Victor asked. He was so confused.
“You’re cute,” Laura said, opening her mouth wide. “I’d show you my fangs, but that bastard tore them out.”
Victor could see the holes in Laura’s gums where her fangs had been.
“She’s a vampire?” Victor asked, incredulous.
Kenslir rolled up a sleeve. “Find me a metal tube, Victor.”
“A tube?”
“If I cut my arm it’ll just heal up—we need to keep the blood flowing.” Kenslir pulled one of his Bowie knives free and prepared to slice open his arm.
“Not enough,” Laura gasped. “I’m assuming room temperature here. I need more.”
“More?” Kenslir asked.
“I finally learned how to do it,” Laura said. “I don’t have to drink anymore.”
“What do we do?” Kenslir asked. He slid an arm under Laura’s head helping to hold it up.
“Lean closer and I’ll tell you...” the vampire said.
Kenslir leaned in closer.
Suddenly, Laura sat up on her own, her hands grabbing at Kenslir’s shoulders. She kissed him passionately on the mouth.
Victor raised the barrel of his gun, ready to fire.
Kenslir held up a hand to stop Victor, breaking off the kiss. Blue-green energy crackled from his mouth into Laura’s, flickering out as they pulled apart. “No!”
Laura sat back up again, with more vigor, grabbing the sides of Kenslir’s head. She kissed him more vigorously than Victor thought was possible. Flashes of blue-green light escaped from between the supersoldier and the vampire’s lips.
Victor was a little embarrassed, watching them kiss, and was about to look away. Then he noticed something. The tips of Kenslir’s fingers were turning gray. The gray expanded, up his hands, then his arms. The gray flesh began to harden, turning stone like, almost like Victor’s own living stone.
The wave of gray swept over Kenslir, finally coming up from under his collar and up onto his face. As the color change was just about to reach his lips, Laura finally broke off the kiss and leaned back.
“I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time,” the vampire said.
The color swiftly came back to Kenslir’s face and arms and hands. Laura sat up, then sprang off the table, energetic and completely unlike the dying woman Victor had seen upon entering the infirmary. Her body temperature now read the same as Kenslir’s—one hundred degrees.
“You’re healed?” Kenslir asked. In the amplified vision of the tactical visor, Victor wasn’t sure, but it looked like the Colonel was blushing.
“See for yourself,” Laura said, opening her jacket and shirt. The gaping wound on her chest was gone, her flesh whole again, but smeared with dried blood.
“Naughty boy,” Laura said, covering her breasts with the shirt.
Victor looked away, embarrassed.
“I see you’re still burning your bras,” Kenslir said dryly.
“I don’t need support with these,” Laura said, grinning and briefly flashing Kenslir.
“I hate to interrupt,” Victor said, “but just what the heck is a vampire doing at
Kenslir crossed the room quickly, setting his rifle on a table and moving to the woman’s side. He looped an arm around her shoulders and helped her up.
“You’re too late, Mark,” Olson said. “That dickless bastard left hours ago.”
Kenslir helped her over to a table and laid her down. Victor crept closer, baffled by what was going on. And the gaping wound in Laura’s chest.
“Take a picture—it’ll last longer,” the doctor said, feebly pulling at her labcoat to cover herself.
Kenslir stopped her and examined the wound. “He got your heart?”
“I told him I was saving it for you,” Laura said, smiling weakly. “Who’s your sidekick, and what the hell does he have on his face?”
“That is his face,” Kenslir said, then looked up at Victor. “Go in the back, get all the blood you can find from the cooler.”
“No,” Laura said. “I already drank it. That was my last one.”
“Drank it?” Victor asked. He was so confused.
“You’re cute,” Laura said, opening her mouth wide. “I’d show you my fangs, but that bastard tore them out.”
Victor could see the holes in Laura’s gums where her fangs had been.
“She’s a vampire?” Victor asked, incredulous.
Kenslir rolled up a sleeve. “Find me a metal tube, Victor.”
“A tube?”
“If I cut my arm it’ll just heal up—we need to keep the blood flowing.” Kenslir pulled one of his Bowie knives free and prepared to slice open his arm.
“Not enough,” Laura gasped. “I’m assuming room temperature here. I need more.”
“More?” Kenslir asked.
“I finally learned how to do it,” Laura said. “I don’t have to drink anymore.”
“What do we do?” Kenslir asked. He slid an arm under Laura’s head helping to hold it up.
“Lean closer and I’ll tell you...” the vampire said.
Kenslir leaned in closer.
Suddenly, Laura sat up on her own, her hands grabbing at Kenslir’s shoulders. She kissed him passionately on the mouth.
Victor raised the barrel of his gun, ready to fire.
Kenslir held up a hand to stop Victor, breaking off the kiss. Blue-green energy crackled from his mouth into Laura’s, flickering out as they pulled apart. “No!”
Laura sat back up again, with more vigor, grabbing the sides of Kenslir’s head. She kissed him more vigorously than Victor thought was possible. Flashes of blue-green light escaped from between the supersoldier and the vampire’s lips.
Victor was a little embarrassed, watching them kiss, and was about to look away. Then he noticed something. The tips of Kenslir’s fingers were turning gray. The gray expanded, up his hands, then his arms. The gray flesh began to harden, turning stone like, almost like Victor’s own living stone.
The wave of gray swept over Kenslir, finally coming up from under his collar and up onto his face. As the color change was just about to reach his lips, Laura finally broke off the kiss and leaned back.
“I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time,” the vampire said.
The color swiftly came back to Kenslir’s face and arms and hands. Laura sat up, then sprang off the table, energetic and completely unlike the dying woman Victor had seen upon entering the infirmary. Her body temperature now read the same as Kenslir’s—one hundred degrees.
“You’re healed?” Kenslir asked. In the amplified vision of the tactical visor, Victor wasn’t sure, but it looked like the Colonel was blushing.
“See for yourself,” Laura said, opening her jacket and shirt. The gaping wound on her chest was gone, her flesh whole again, but smeared with dried blood.
“Naughty boy,” Laura said, covering her breasts with the shirt.
Victor looked away, embarrassed.
“I see you’re still burning your bras,” Kenslir said dryly.
“I don’t need support with these,” Laura said, grinning and briefly flashing Kenslir.
“I hate to interrupt,” Victor said, “but just what the heck is a vampire doing at
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