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sga_flashficTitle: Blood Spilt in the Night
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elenariel
Words: 1290
Rating: PG-13
Summary: After all he's seen, honest to God blood-sucking vampires just seem so... normal.
A/N: This actually started off as an answer to the darkness challenge, and has since moved onto being the Ways to Die challenge which I swore I'd never do, being rubbish at deaths and all. Also, I've been watching waaaay too many vampire things lately, with the ones in this piece being inspired by 30 Days of Night.
- - -
John used to think how cool it would be to be able to see in the dark.
As he sits there however, it’s not a thought that he has anymore.
*
Two hours earlier…
Once again, John and his team find themselves running. What from, this time, he can’t be sure. Their lights hardly find their pursuers before they’re gone again, but those brief few moments give John the impression of fangs, and claws, and hunger.
Rodney fires his handgun off to his left, until John is sure he’s got to run out of rounds soon, while Ronon’s gun flashes to his right and beyond that is Teyla’s harsh breathing… then Rodney is yelling about how one of them has his pack, and John thinks, shit, because of the C4 Rodney insisted he carry in there. Something to protect himself, he said, and boy did they need protecting this time.
But the bastards won’t stay still, he can’t see where the pack might be, and since whatever the hell they are apparently seem to be able to see in the dark, it’s a miracle none of them have been hurt yet.
They pelt into the cave where the gate is, Teyla skids in front of the DHD, opens the gate, goes through, then Ronon, and just when John is about to grab Rodney and haul through the gate, something explodes.
*
When John comes to, the gate has shut down, nothing is moving, and he feels as though one of the Jumpers has landed on his head. He stays completely still for a minute, breathing as quietly as he can, until he’s pretty sure that anything else is either dead or unconscious. He sits up, and groans, not only his head sore but most of his body as well.
At first he thinks he’s blind, but then he realises that there’s absolutely no light whatsoever and clicks on his P-90’s flashlight, reasoning that if there were any of those things around he was probably out long enough for them to finish him off. The light isn’t doing his blurred vision or his pounding head any favours, but he at least spots Rodney thrown up against the cave wall.
He does his best to avoid looking at the dark spatters and torn body parts near the gate, apparently where Rodney’s C4 went off and most likely hit by Ronon’s blaster. Those that weren’t torn apart trying to get through the gate seem to have been buried in a rock fall caused by the explosion; the same that is partially blocking the gate and what he’s willing to bet is why no one has come back for them yet.
Small mercies at least, the fall has blocked up the cave entrance too, so nothing else can follow them in while they wait for rescue that is hopefully coming. Provided, of course, they’re not believed to be dead.
Kneeling next to Rodney, John feels his pulse. He can’t see a mark on him except for a dark stain on his arm where it looks like he was bitten or something, so he digs through his pocket until he comes up with something useable as a bandage. He’s pretty sure he has a concussion himself though, so he’s not sure he’s doing this right even if Rodney will probably tell him as much when he wakes up.
*
Ten minutes later and John is almost certain that he has concussion, even if it’s just mild. The only thing that he is certain of is the fact that he has trouble focussing on anything and that his stomach rolled when he tried to take some rations.
Rodney doesn’t look much better either by the light of his P-90, awake now but with a sickly pallor to his face, likely caused by the bite one of the freaks took out of his arm. He’s not lost too much blood, but the bandage has nearly soaked through and John doesn’t even want to start thinking whether the Pegasus galaxy has anything like rabies. He’s just thankful Rodney hasn’t started moaning about that yet.
“What the hell did you use for a bandage? Your sleeve…?”
Even sick, Rodney sure can complain.
*
Thirty minutes earlier…
Rodney takes a turn for the worst so suddenly John is taken completely by surprise. Five minutes before he wouldn’t have said there was much wrong at all, other than the pallor and the clammy skin.
“Burning…” Rodney all but whispers and John feels his forehead to check. But when Rodney feels like ice beneath his fingers, John starts to panic – he’s not a doctor, he has no idea what to do at all, and he doesn’t have the supplies even if he did. His blood runs cold when Rodney cracks open his eyes a little and John can’t see anything but black beneath the lids. Just like the eyes of…
Rodney’s up and taking a chunk out of his neck before he even has time to do more than try to back peddle out the way. He falls on his ass and kicks Rodney in the chest to get him back, clapping one hand to the bite and almost retching when he saw the blood dribbling down Rodney’s front and the razor like teeth that had just sliced into him. He grabs his gun.
“You wouldn’t use that on me, would you Sheppard?” Rodney’s voice has changed too, deeper, a tone that makes his flesh crawl.
John hesitates, confused. Why would Rodney bite him, act like them, and then be, well, normal?
When Rodney lunges, however, John reacts purely on instinct, watching as his head dissolves in a spray of red.
He’s out of bullets by the time his friend’s body hits the ground. It was stupid mistake and a fact he deeply regrets, not least because he’s just killed a close friend. He feels numb, and heedless of the blood running down his neck and shoulder, drops his weapon so the light shatters and he almost follows it as quickly to the floor, crumpling in something like shock.
John regrets the loss of the use of his P-90 more keenly as he begins to shiver and retch, as Rodney had done, and generally feel as though he’s dying. Which, truth be told, he is. Whatever this is, vampire, his fevered mind suggests, all it seems to take is a bite. Rodney got bit, and then he got the same in turn.
Vampires.
He almost laughs. After all he’s seen, honest to God blood sucking vampires just seem so…normal.
Bullets aren’t the only way out though. There’s a knife in his belt, but for some reason, he doesn’t reach for it. It’s only in the last few minutes he feels his heart beat that he really contemplates it, really, seriously thinks maybe… but by then he knows it’s too late.
Then something in the world changes, and suddenly John only feels hunger.
*
Now…
John tries not to think what he’ll do if Atlantis comes back. He’s as protective of the city and his team as he ever was, and averts his eyes from the evidence of his failure in that regard. Eyes that cut through the darkness without the need for light at all.
But he’s hungry, so terribly hungry it’s causing him pain, and he can smell the blood still in Rodney and is so tempted he disgusts himself. He doesn’t want to hurt anyone but he can feel himself slipping, and half hopes that Atlantis doesn’t return. It is entirely possible, after all, and they are presumed dead. Which, to be truthful, they are.
So John sits in the dark, Rodney’s headless corpse nearby, staring at the gate.
Waiting.
Author:
elenarielWords: 1290
Rating: PG-13
Summary: After all he's seen, honest to God blood-sucking vampires just seem so... normal.
A/N: This actually started off as an answer to the darkness challenge, and has since moved onto being the Ways to Die challenge which I swore I'd never do, being rubbish at deaths and all. Also, I've been watching waaaay too many vampire things lately, with the ones in this piece being inspired by 30 Days of Night.
- - -
John used to think how cool it would be to be able to see in the dark.
As he sits there however, it’s not a thought that he has anymore.
*
Two hours earlier…
Once again, John and his team find themselves running. What from, this time, he can’t be sure. Their lights hardly find their pursuers before they’re gone again, but those brief few moments give John the impression of fangs, and claws, and hunger.
Rodney fires his handgun off to his left, until John is sure he’s got to run out of rounds soon, while Ronon’s gun flashes to his right and beyond that is Teyla’s harsh breathing… then Rodney is yelling about how one of them has his pack, and John thinks, shit, because of the C4 Rodney insisted he carry in there. Something to protect himself, he said, and boy did they need protecting this time.
But the bastards won’t stay still, he can’t see where the pack might be, and since whatever the hell they are apparently seem to be able to see in the dark, it’s a miracle none of them have been hurt yet.
They pelt into the cave where the gate is, Teyla skids in front of the DHD, opens the gate, goes through, then Ronon, and just when John is about to grab Rodney and haul through the gate, something explodes.
*
When John comes to, the gate has shut down, nothing is moving, and he feels as though one of the Jumpers has landed on his head. He stays completely still for a minute, breathing as quietly as he can, until he’s pretty sure that anything else is either dead or unconscious. He sits up, and groans, not only his head sore but most of his body as well.
At first he thinks he’s blind, but then he realises that there’s absolutely no light whatsoever and clicks on his P-90’s flashlight, reasoning that if there were any of those things around he was probably out long enough for them to finish him off. The light isn’t doing his blurred vision or his pounding head any favours, but he at least spots Rodney thrown up against the cave wall.
He does his best to avoid looking at the dark spatters and torn body parts near the gate, apparently where Rodney’s C4 went off and most likely hit by Ronon’s blaster. Those that weren’t torn apart trying to get through the gate seem to have been buried in a rock fall caused by the explosion; the same that is partially blocking the gate and what he’s willing to bet is why no one has come back for them yet.
Small mercies at least, the fall has blocked up the cave entrance too, so nothing else can follow them in while they wait for rescue that is hopefully coming. Provided, of course, they’re not believed to be dead.
Kneeling next to Rodney, John feels his pulse. He can’t see a mark on him except for a dark stain on his arm where it looks like he was bitten or something, so he digs through his pocket until he comes up with something useable as a bandage. He’s pretty sure he has a concussion himself though, so he’s not sure he’s doing this right even if Rodney will probably tell him as much when he wakes up.
*
Ten minutes later and John is almost certain that he has concussion, even if it’s just mild. The only thing that he is certain of is the fact that he has trouble focussing on anything and that his stomach rolled when he tried to take some rations.
Rodney doesn’t look much better either by the light of his P-90, awake now but with a sickly pallor to his face, likely caused by the bite one of the freaks took out of his arm. He’s not lost too much blood, but the bandage has nearly soaked through and John doesn’t even want to start thinking whether the Pegasus galaxy has anything like rabies. He’s just thankful Rodney hasn’t started moaning about that yet.
“What the hell did you use for a bandage? Your sleeve…?”
Even sick, Rodney sure can complain.
*
Thirty minutes earlier…
Rodney takes a turn for the worst so suddenly John is taken completely by surprise. Five minutes before he wouldn’t have said there was much wrong at all, other than the pallor and the clammy skin.
“Burning…” Rodney all but whispers and John feels his forehead to check. But when Rodney feels like ice beneath his fingers, John starts to panic – he’s not a doctor, he has no idea what to do at all, and he doesn’t have the supplies even if he did. His blood runs cold when Rodney cracks open his eyes a little and John can’t see anything but black beneath the lids. Just like the eyes of…
Rodney’s up and taking a chunk out of his neck before he even has time to do more than try to back peddle out the way. He falls on his ass and kicks Rodney in the chest to get him back, clapping one hand to the bite and almost retching when he saw the blood dribbling down Rodney’s front and the razor like teeth that had just sliced into him. He grabs his gun.
“You wouldn’t use that on me, would you Sheppard?” Rodney’s voice has changed too, deeper, a tone that makes his flesh crawl.
John hesitates, confused. Why would Rodney bite him, act like them, and then be, well, normal?
When Rodney lunges, however, John reacts purely on instinct, watching as his head dissolves in a spray of red.
He’s out of bullets by the time his friend’s body hits the ground. It was stupid mistake and a fact he deeply regrets, not least because he’s just killed a close friend. He feels numb, and heedless of the blood running down his neck and shoulder, drops his weapon so the light shatters and he almost follows it as quickly to the floor, crumpling in something like shock.
John regrets the loss of the use of his P-90 more keenly as he begins to shiver and retch, as Rodney had done, and generally feel as though he’s dying. Which, truth be told, he is. Whatever this is, vampire, his fevered mind suggests, all it seems to take is a bite. Rodney got bit, and then he got the same in turn.
Vampires.
He almost laughs. After all he’s seen, honest to God blood sucking vampires just seem so…normal.
Bullets aren’t the only way out though. There’s a knife in his belt, but for some reason, he doesn’t reach for it. It’s only in the last few minutes he feels his heart beat that he really contemplates it, really, seriously thinks maybe… but by then he knows it’s too late.
Then something in the world changes, and suddenly John only feels hunger.
*
Now…
John tries not to think what he’ll do if Atlantis comes back. He’s as protective of the city and his team as he ever was, and averts his eyes from the evidence of his failure in that regard. Eyes that cut through the darkness without the need for light at all.
But he’s hungry, so terribly hungry it’s causing him pain, and he can smell the blood still in Rodney and is so tempted he disgusts himself. He doesn’t want to hurt anyone but he can feel himself slipping, and half hopes that Atlantis doesn’t return. It is entirely possible, after all, and they are presumed dead. Which, to be truthful, they are.
So John sits in the dark, Rodney’s headless corpse nearby, staring at the gate.
Waiting.
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