The florescent light buzzed angrily and it was working like a drill into her brain. She tried to rub her temple but her hands (just like last time) were chained to the bed. Turning her head to keep her eyes out of the unforgiving light she watched strange reflections in the stainless steel walls.
She tried to close her eyes but soon footsteps echoed about the room, making it impossible to know what way they they’d been coming from.
“Shavian Maria Quinn.” She hated her middle name.
“Age nineteen, brown eyes, red hair, five seven, weight…”
“That’s enough,” she snapped, as much as her dry throat would let her.
A serious-looking man in a lab coat was standing over her holding her wallet. He tossed the license down on the table next to her. “Are you sexually active?”
“When the hell did you become my OBGYN?”
“Mmm, sharp tongued.”
They held off in a stare till the man broke the silence once more. “We’ve taken this –opportunity- to check for bites. We couldn’t find any. Have you been bitten?”
She stared up at him, not willing to bite at whatever lure he was dangling before her.
He sighed, looking put out now. “I’m hoping that you haven’t been bitten. I’ve had the chance to look at your genetic makeup and I believe we have a chance to understand more about the epidemic.”
She tried to keep a deadpan look, not wanting to give away the fact that her insides had turned to water.
“Don’t worry, it’s going to be a… controlled experiment. We have a bite victim taken into custody. When you were… found you presented the piece of the puzzle that we’d been missing.”
Shavian rattled her arms against her restraints. “If you think I’m going to just lay here and be bitten by one of those demons…”
The man held up a horse needle-looking hypodermic and tapped it with his forefinger. “Oh, we aren’t at anything that aggressive yet.” He moved to her arm. “You want to hold still, this will hurt.”
He strapped her arm up and pulled enough blood to make her head spin as he looked it over.
“You think my blood can fight the disease, or possession, or whatever?” she said trying to keep him talking. Now that he’d stopped she started to get worried. Like the more he talked, the less he could do to her.
He looked down at her in a mocking way. “No, nothing like that.” His tone made it sound like he never wanted it to go away. “It’s more like a genetic marriage, if you must know.”
“No way.” She shook her head. She couldn’t believe there would be any god that would make her compatible with anything as horrific as those mindless, murdering, demons.
“As you kids would say… Yes way?” he squinted thinking about his lingo. “Perhaps I’m right? It’s just a hypothesis right now.” He held up the large syringe. He turned walking out of sight and that made her panic more.
“Y-you can’t just leave me alone here!” She thrashed at her bonds harder trying to get up.
“Yes, I can.” He paused. “But I’m sure the Baron will be along soon. He can’t seem to keep his curiosity in check.”