Vishous: Laying in the street in downtown Caldwell, stabbing the foul smelling baby powder freak of a lesser back to his master, the Omega. I was getting back up when my ankle gave way, that's right I'd fallen funny on it while fighting the enemy, that's when I heard the bang, the sound of a gun being shot, looking down I saw the blood staining my shirt. The repeating nightmare I've had over these past few weeks coming true. Falling back onto the asphalt I waited for my end to come.

I felt hands on my body, lifting me onto a gurney and being wheeled into the back of an ambulance. Fuck no, please don't say I'm going to a human hospital, those fuckers will be wanting to know why my heart is different to theirs. Fuck, fuck, fuck. The journey to St Francis hospital was a long journey, even though the lights were flashing and the sirens screaming into the night.

Stopping abruptly the doors of the ambulance were thrown open, the gurney was wheeled out, wheeled into the ER, people shouting out what my blood pressure was, what was in the IVs and what wound the trauma team were dealing with. I was losing consciousness, spiralling into the darkness, maybe I can sleep without having any more nightmares.

Jane: *The night had been running like a well oiled machines, mostly minor injuries from accidents and fidiots mimicking Jackasses like they were invincible. But as soon as I got my cup of hot chocolate and about to sit down into a chair when the the voice over the PA announced that a trauma case was coming in with an ETA of 5 minutes with a gunshot wound in the chest.

I took one good hot sip and abandoned the rest into the trash … I knew I wouldn’t get back to it while it was still warm. I quickly walked out into the hall and into the trauma bays as I watched as the paramedics wheeled in a big man on a stretcher. Huge actually.*

Put in him in room 1. *I pointed out and waited as they moved the patient from the stretcher to the gurney. He had jet black hair with a tattoo on the side of his face. Gangbanger? The nurses were quickly cutting off his shirt and black leathers and taking off his one glove? All of a sudden the nurse collapsed as if electrocuted.* Hey, carry her out please!

*I quickly swabbed the gunshot wound area and took my scalpel and got to work. As I cut into his skin and moved the tissue and muscle to locate the bullet, I noticed an extra ventricle in his heart … wait … what the fuck? Six chambers?! What the ever living fuck!.* Someone get me a camera quick! *I found the bullet which nicked the heart and although there were more chambers then I’m use to it should work the same, and began repairing to save his life.*

Vishous: Bright lights were above my head meant only one thing. I was in the ER of St Francis Hospital. I felt hands tugging at my clothes, one even took off the lead lined glove. No fucking way. The was pandemonium as a nurse fell to the fall, then I heard her “Get her out of here.” Her voice was like no other I've heard before, striking a cord with that dead muscle that pumped the blood through my body.

“His name is Michael Kolinsky, he's 35 according to his driver's license but I’ll run it through the system” a nurse called out. I felt my clothes being cut off my body, everyone stayed away from that curse of mine, good job I didn't want anyone getting fried with that hand again.

She was near me, I sensed her body beside me. “Listen to me Michael I want you to pull through, you’re not dying on me. Got it?!.” My eyelids flipped open seeing her before me, forest green eyes and blonde hair. MINE. I nodded briefly and closed my eyes.

My chest was cut open, there were confusion around me, some was for what was in my chest. “Someone get a camera now.” Fuck my six chamber heart was going to freak the humans out. Well to them this is an impossible organ where science cannot explain, I was not going to be prodded or poked like some lab rat. For the other confusion, the nurse who was typing my details into the computer was dumbfounded “This can't be right. According to this he was born in the 1970’s which will make him to be in his 40’s but he only looks in his 30’s.” “Must be gang related, false ID and the amount of guns and blades he was carrying is the only explanation.” Another nurse answered.

After the surgeon, or my surgeon I'm beginning to see her as had removed the bullet from my heart, she stitched me up, brought the ribcage back together with surgical wire and stapled my chest together. She was my miracle worker. “This bullet is odd. It's perfectly round, not coned shaped.”

After the surgery I was wheeled into a room, it was quiet in here but I had to get out of here before the sun came up or my surgeon would be looking after a pile of ash. Fuck where were my Brothers? Did they know I was here?

Jane: *Looking at the X-ray shot of the six chambered heart, I was dumbfounded. But before I could analyze it any more, Manny came in to check it out himself. I handed him the film and watched as he studied it.

He made the normal expected comments and we discussed he patient’s injuries and how we needed to obtain permission to study him. Maybe he could lead us to cure heart disease. We were running random ideas back and forth when Manny stopped and looked at me.

“See?! You need to stay here Jane. We need you … I need you.”

*He said slowly. Whoa … what the fuck? I know I heard him wrong. Manny has never indicated he was interested. But I couldn’t really think of the significance of his statement when I heard a low sounding growl. Looking around … it was coming from the patient.*

Have we returned to the living, Michael? *I asked as I peered down at him.*

Vishous: Waking up I looked up to seeing a male looking at my surgeon, his scent was of a sexual attraction to her. Not on my watch you fucking bastard. Growling deeply that word pinged around in my skull yet again MINE. They both looked down at me. “Have we returned to the living Michael?” She asked. Who the fuck was Michael? Fuck me, they had found the ID I had been carrying from the lesser I had popped before getting shot. I nodded then looked at the male. If I could got vertical I’d have my hands around his throat beating ten balls of shit out of the bastard just for looking at her. “I have some paperwork to attended to. Whitcomb reconsider what I’ve said.” The male retreated to the door. “I cannot lose you, please don’t go.” The door shut quietly as he left. Go? Where was she going? At the moment I had a bigger problem of getting out of this bed

I started to peel the pads off my chest that were connected to the monitors and the drips out of my arm, the monitors started to beep loudly. “Don’t do that! You’ve only got out of surgery.” The female was protesting loudly at me but I wasn’t listening. A commotion came from outside the door when it was flung open. The Cop, aka Butch O’Neal, the ex detective of the Caldwell Police Department, stood in the doorway, his colouring was off and fuck he stank of baby powder. He’d been doing the Dyson suck and clean up tonight. Behind him Hollywood, aka Rhage, came into the room. “We’ve come for you my Brother.” The Cop was about to sling me over his shoulder. “Take her,” I said. “What the fuck? We can’t do that and you know why.” Hollywood’s teal coloured eyes stared at me, growling loudly. “She comes with us. I’ve seen it happen.” They both knew that when I had one of my visions it will come true. Hollywood slung her over his shoulder. Bless her, she fought valiantly.

Coming out of the hospital room Phury was heading down the corridor. “Knock her out will you” Hollywood was trying to keep the female quiet. Phury looked at her and she went to the land of nod. The Cop silently went down the staircase down to the bowels of the hospital, Phury was shorting the security cameras out so we wouldn’t be detected. Hollywood was struggling to keep a hold of the female, her mind was strong, she didn’t stay ‘asleep’ for long. Phury had to quieten her down a couple of times before we got to the fire exit door of the hospital. “This camera is different from the others,” Phury explained “There’s no way I can scramble it like the others. Cover your ears this alarm is going to scream like a bitch.” He pushed the bar, the alarm screeched and there was the Escalade. Phury unlocked the SUV, the Cop threw me in the backseat, the good doctor beside me and got in with us. Phury and Hollywood were in the front, Hollywood started the SUV up and drove off. Total evacuation time, ten minutes. I sagged in the backseat, relieved that I be back at the compound when the sun rose. My only problem now is the female.

Jane: *I woke up in a gasp and frantically looked around me thinking I must have fallen asleep on the break room table again. But as I opened my eyes, all I saw was luxury curtains, carpet and furniture all around me.*

What the fuck? *I said out loud to no one in particular. Where was I? I tried to recall my last few memories and remembered the hospital, the six chambered heart and my patient trying to do an AMA. Michael!

Searching around the room, there was massive bed with tons of pillows and a lush comforter where my patient laid … asleep.

I watched for a few moments while he was unconscious to the world, Hey black hair, goatee, the tattoo on the side of his face that didn’t deter how beautifully masculine he was. Strong jaw and cheekbones … very sexy. Shaking my head of my wayward thoughts. My /kidnapper/ cannot be sexy. Fuck. His was a bastard.*

Vishous: I'd blacked out when I was thrown into the back of the Escalade, finally regaining conscious but kept my eyes closed, I knew my surgeon was in the room with me, but we weren't in the Pit, must be in one of the guest rooms in the manse. Back to my surgeon, her eyes were roaming my body, I liked her doing that.

She thought I was sexy, hell please if she knew me well enough she’d think of me as a perverted sick bastard but that was the only way I knew thanks to daddy dearest.

I opened my eyes slightly to watch her, noticing she hadn’t eaten anything that had been brought to her. “You know you should eat something.”

“You’re awake, besides I thought this was for you Michael.”

I wish she used my real name “I won't eat what's been bought for you. Call me V.”

The door unlocked, opening slowly the Cop entered, he looked like hell. “You need healing?”

“I can wait, but you need your strength to heal, true? Take from Marissa.” He said.

“She's your female, I cannot do this, feel me?”

“True I will want to beat the fuck out of you but you need /your/ strength to heal me.”

The bastard was right.

Marissa slipped into the room, she shut the door behind her, she walked over to the Cop and whispered that she was doing this for the both of them. Marissa walked over to the bedside, stretched her arm out. I took her wrist, my fangs lengthened, piercing her flesh, I drank from Marissa. My eyes were on my surgeon, I watched her watching me, her face was full of shock and what the fucks.

Jane: *I watched in horror as the my patient grew fangs and actually bit another human being. What the fuck is going on.

His eyes were on me the whole time as I wondered what Twilight Zone did I wake up into? This wasn’t possible. He could not be a fucking vampire?! You gotta be kidding me.

And for some reason, his bruises started to heal right before my eyes. Seriously, what is going on here?! And why was I feeling jealous all of a sudden?*

Vishous: My surgeon was processing what was going on in front of her, she even said the v word in her head. Retracting my fangs I licked the wound on Marissa’s wrist. My surgeon tilted her head to one side. “I sealed the wound” I heard myself say to her.

Turning my attention to the Cop, I knew he didn't look too good and besides none of us knew how long he could deal with the Lessers essences in his body before any long term effects happen. “Your next Cop, feel me?”

The Cop said something to Marissa, she squeezed his hand and left the room.

The Cop came up to the bed and laid by my side. Taking the lead lined leather glove off, my cursed hand glowing, I ran it above the Cop’s body. I pressed my lips against his head. In no time at all the Cop was looking better. Putting my glove back on, he thanked me.

“Marissa has been itching to have sex.”

“I don't need fucking details you bastard.” The Cop left the room laughing.

I flipped my stare towards my surgeon, she was spooked out. “Yes I am a vampire and no I'm not gay. He's my best friend, feel me?”

Why was it I was explaining myself to her all the time?

Jane: *I watch in fascination as the three of them interacted wondering what the hell was going on. Then as the man … uh I think a man got into bed with the … was I really entertaining this … vampire, he started to glow. The hand that knocked one of my nurses unconscious seemed to somehow be healing the guy from his illness. All of sudden the smell of baby powder faded and the his paler Strange.

And as they couple left, Michael … um V seemed to want to explain the behavior a way like it was nothing. He may not be gay … but there was something more than friends with the Cop. Perhaps he was bisexual. Not that it would bother me. Kinda hot actually. Whatever. Clearly the guy could read my mind … another quirk that I have to deal with now.*

Whatever. What am I doing here?  

Vishous: “You're looking after me till I'm healed, true? Well, you did say I've only come out of surgery”

The door opened and the Cop came in with two duffle bags “This bag has supplies for him like gauze dressing and painkillers. This other bag has some of your clothes in it.”

“You’ve been in my home?”

Lord, she was sexy when she was mad, but she had the right to be. “Say sorry to her for going to her place, feel me?”

“Sorry V’s surgeon.” The Cop went out shutting and locking the door behind him.

“Can I look at your surgical scar?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “If you want to.”

My surgeon came over to the bed, sitting beside me she peeled off the tape and looked at the scar. “Oh my god.”

“What is it?” I ripped off the gauze, the wound had almost healed up, the was a faint red line down my chest, that line will have faded in a few hours.

“I operated on you like a few hours ago, your completely healed. How's that even possible?” She reached her hand out running a finger down my chest, fuck I got hard at her touch, but being the gentle male I was, I made sure the sheets were covering my hard cock.

“Theses staples need to come out.” She reached into the duffle bag getting hold of a surgical staple remover. She ripped it out of the plastic and began to remove the staples from my chest. This was sexy as fuck.

“You're regeneration is amazing, if only I could study your kind.”

“Not happening. No going to be your guinea pig, feel me? End of argument.”

Fuck, I need a roll up. “I'm going to go to the bathroom for a smoke and a shower. Before you lecture me about smoking ... I don't get cancer. And no you're not going to study me. Got that?”

I stood up gingerly, my legs wobbled slightly. I had been flat on my back for the past twelve hours, my balance was going to be off. I put one foot in front of the other. Hey, what you know I was going to make it to the bathroom.