"Stranger than Fiction" Part 4 ( a call and response story started by Glennagirl)

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It was late in the evening at the hospital when all rounds had been completed, and the night staff had settled into their routine. Visitors hours were over and except for the sounds of heart monitors and oxygen machines, all was quiet in the intensive care unit.

A nurse at the main desk was monitoring a new and innovative system of wireless biotelemetry that had it’s origins in the US space program. It allowed them to review data from special equipment to track a critical patient's heart rate, blood pressure, breathing as well as other vitals.

Still the sound of the equipment, beeping and humming was almost hypnotic and it was all the woman could do from nodding off.

“Agnes,” she called to the other duty nurse.” Can you handle things by yourself for a few minutes, I need to use the ladies room. I’ve been drinking too much coffee to stay awake. This equipment is a bit mezmerizing. I don't know how you do it night after night. Hey could I get you a cup of coffee?"

"Thanks Holly. Black with three sugars.”

“Will do Agnes."

“Sugar isn’t good for that figure of yours, darling,” Holly wagged her finger.

“I know. I’ll give it up tomorrow.”

“Okay, suit yourself.” Nurse Holly disappeared down the corridor.

Agnes shook her head, not sure if the substitute nurse actually knew what she was doing. Thankfully there were only two patients to monitor... Mr. Smith who was being discharged tomorrow and that poor Mr. Kuryakin. Such a young handsome man, she sighed. What she wouldn’t give to have a boyfriend who looked like him.

A dark figure appeared as the elevator doors quietly opened. Almost ethereal and shadow-like; it had the visage of being female, though as the form stopped moving, the person was hidden beneath a long black hooded cloak.

Silently she stepped up behind Nurse Agnes Pewterschmidt and quickly jabbed a hypodermic needle into her neck. The woman, now unconscious, slumped forward to the desk.

The cloaked woman headed straight to Kuryakin’s room, gliding across the linoleum floor until she stood at his bedside.  There she reached out with a shockingly white hand, stroking Illya’s blond hair as the Russian lay in a seemingly deep, dreamless sleep.

Her other hand came from beneath the cloak, and clasped in her fingers were a set of porcelain fangs which she clicked into place in her mouth.

She slowly peeled away the bandage on Illya’s neck, revealing the two puncture wounds that were beginning to bleed again.

She lowered her hood, revealing a stunning beauty; her face covered with enough makeup to hide her washed-out complexion, giving the illusion of health. Her ruby red lipstick was a startling contrast to her still pale skin, almost as pale as Kuryakins.

Her long blonde hair cascaded down in ringlets as she leaned towards Illya’s neck, preparing to feed from his jugular; it’s throbbing making her heart pound with anticipation.

Her own disease would be assuaged by his Slavic blood, just right to help keep her alive until she could find a cure.

“Îmi pare rău că trebuie să facă acest lucru, dar este o chestiune de supraviețuire. Trebuie să înțelegi un astfel de lucru_sorry I must do this, but it is a matter of survival. You have to understand such a thing.” She was speaking Romanian.

“N-aș face asta dacă aș ești_I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” the auburn haired Nurse Holly stood in the doorway pointing an UNCLE Special at the cloaked woman.

“Right, get back luv,” Mark Slate slid out from beneath the bed, his weapon aimed at the blonde as well.

“I’d listen to my partner ma'am,” April Dancer said, pulling the nurses cap from her head while keeping a bead on the stranger.

The woman suddenly reached beneath her cloak, grabbing a Russian Makarov pistol nestled in her waistband.

“Oh no you don’t. Hands up if you don’t mind,” Napoleon Solo said as he stepped from the bathroom; waving his gun as he spoke.

She hissed like an angered cat and moved with blinding speed towards Illya, drawking with her gun to him and pointing it at Kuraykins temple.

A pale hand shot out, grabbing her unexpectedly by the wrist and held onto her with a vice-like grip...

Comments

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

Ooooo she's speaks Romanian? We all know who else came from there :-
Cracking stuff.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Very good, you got the hint! :D Glad you liked it. It's finishing up tomorrow, we hope!

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

Oh... really? That was sneaky, but very good :D Okay, I better get typing.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Well you set up Solo making plans, so I had to produce 'the' plan. An ambush at the hospital. You also hinted in chapter 1 that Solo is thinking that there are people who pretend they're vampires....I left that possibly there but still a little ambiguous.

Yes get typing! I forgot how much I enjoy doing Call-Response stories with you. :D

Glad you liked the chapter.