Alas a Chance to Dream

by

Lindasqd51 (or as my Dad use to call me-Nightstalker)

Disclaimer: It's for fun. No one need be offended. But if you are-bye-bye. E don't belong to me. If they did I would certainly have better things to do with my time. If you ask what I mean by that-you haven't read enough E.

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Roy gave the stake one more shove. Driving it deeper into the heart. He could feel the hands squeezing his arms, the last hot breath on his face. The dark eyes wide with anger and pain. The mouth agape revealing the fangs that a moment before were ready to take Roy's life giving blood.

Suddenly, Roy watched as his assailant backed away. The stake protruding from the chest. Blood pouring out. The dark eyes looked down and saw the stake. A guttural growl broke the silence.

Roy watched as the realization of what was happening crept into his assailants mind.

A hand grabbed at the stake. Attempting to remove it.

Roy took a deep breath and with a sense of raw hatred reached out grabbing the stake. Then with all his strength pushed against it.

Both Roy and his assailant fell against the wall. Roy's cheek was touching the assailants. He had to close his eyes. This time he twisted the stake and drove it through.

Roy felt a something caress his cheek. He opened his eyes and looked upon his assailants face.

There it was, the face he had grown to look forward to seeing. The face of the man who'd meant so much to him. The face that had been forever changed after a short vacation to a quaint little hamlet in the hills of New England.

"It's done."

"Johnny?"

"Thank you."

And with that the body began aging rapidly. Soon Roy was standing in a pile of ash that had once been John Gage-firefight, paramedic, friend and finally vampire.

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Roy woke with a start. It was too real. The sweat poured off his brow. He was gasping for air.

"Jesus Roy, you okay?" Johnny asked kneeling by Roy's bunk.

"Yeah, yeah," Roy just stared at Johnny.

"You don't sound to convinced there Pally." Johnny smiled.

Roy relaxed further when he didn't see fangs. "Just a stupid dream. Should never have let Chet talk me into watching DRACULA."

"I told you so. Now, can we get some sleep?" Johnny got back into his own bunk.

Roy suddenly realized they were alone. "Hey, where's the rest of the crew?"

"Man you really were out of it. They were toned out like an hour ago."

"Oh," Roy rolled over onto his side. "Guess, I slept through the tones?"

"Geeze, you must be tired."

Roy slowly felt himself drifting back to sleep.

Johnny could hear the tenor of Roy's breathing changing, indicating that he was asleep.

Johnny slipped out of his cot and stood over Roy's sleeping form. Then going to his knees he looked at Roy's closed eyes. Closing his own Johnny had one thought running through his mind.

He was hungry.

The last thing Roy DeSoto ever saw was the red eyes, the wide mouth and the fangs of John Gage.

*This is what happens after watching way too many old B horror movies.