The Net: "The Need For Blood": Chapter 1

A/N: This is an edited version of the previous story, though not much has changed. This story will be a part of my two story work entitled "Blood and Determination" at the WriterCon conference 2006. (The second story is "Still Running") If you are a part of WriterCon, (and if you're not) I would love any comments you may have, so head to the bottom of the page where you will find the comment submit button after each chapter. This story is by no means a final version, just so you know. If you're not from WriterCon and want to know more about it, check out their website: please note, this would never happen on the show! Just my wild imagination at work! OK? Enough of all that? Good. Have fun reading, enjoy my work and don't forget to post comments! Thanks!

Guards on either side of Angela and behind her held AK-47s at the ready as Trelawney lead her down a long hallway. Just the day before she and Jacob had been minding their own business, plotting revenge against the Praetorians when they'd been set upon by Sean himself. The last thing she remembered before waking up in a cold dark room was a cloth covering her mouth. When she'd woken up, she was on a cement floor of an empty room and her hands were handcuffed behind her back. After spending a night pacing the dark room her enemy had finally come to collect her to do whatever evil deed he had planned. She could only hope he was taking her to see Jacob before he possibly finished her off for good.

Sean took her into a room reminiscent of a high-tech hospital's emergency surgery room complete with medical equipment ranging from stethoscopes to computerized surgery devices. He stepped aside, to allow Angela a better view of the room. She saw a sleek metal operating table, and on that table, was Jacob. He looked to be unconscious, and he was strapped to the table.

"Jacob! What did you do to him! Is he OK!"

"Oh, he's just fine. No need to worry. Now, if you just sit right here, then maybe he'll come around soon."

"What's that supposed to mean? How is my sitting down supposed to help him? That doesn't make any sense!"

"Oh trust me, it will. It will. Now, just sit in this chair here."

Sean motioned to a chair nearby. Angela sat down and before she could say anything the guards had her hands uncuffed and strapped to the chair.

"What's going on! What are you doing! Get away from me!"

Trelawney had pulled out a syringe and handed it to a doctor in a lab coat who had just entered the room. He began aiming it for her arm. Angela tried to move, but the restraints prevented her from doing so. She felt the slight pain of the needle entering her skin, and she closed her eyes tight. A few minutes later she felt the needle moving a bit. She opened one eye to see that he was changing the vile, taking out the previous empty one now filled with a red liquid and inserting another empty vile. Her whole body shivered and she closed her eye again. She didn't know exactly how long she sat there, but she was beginning to feel a little faint. And then, the needle was taken out of her arm. She was handed a glass of water as Sean emptied all ten vials of her blood into a sippy cup meant for children. He then covered it, and sat it down on a nearby table.

Suddenly, Jacob began to stir and wake up. "Angel?" He looked in her direction. "Where are we? What happened?"

"Here kid, drink this and you'll feel a lot better," the doctor instructed as he handed Jacob the sippy cup, after unstrapping him from the table.

Jacob took the cup from him and gulped down it's contents like there was no tomorrow. When he'd finished, he licked his lips and looked around for more. His eyes widened when Sean Trelawney came into his view.

"Hello, Jacob Resh."

"YOU! What's going on! What did you do to her?"

"Oh I wouldn't worry about Angela, after all, you're the one on the operating table."


"You want to know what you just drank that tasted so good?"

Jacob didn't say anything, just stared at the man.

"That was Angela's blood."