Title: Vampire's Kiss, 3/?
Author: Amiroq. the KiTfox
Email: fitchett@netaccess.co.nz
Size: 9K
Rating: PG
Codes: A, slight V; K/T
Summary: A vampire is aboard Voyager. Appropriate chaos ensues.

See part one for disclaimers

	Vampire's Kiss, 3/?
		c. Amiroq. 1999


The clash came sooner than either of them had expected. B'Elanna was in Harry's quarters with him, talking about religion and history and New Zealand (he mentioned dying his hair platinum blond while he was there, which sparked off a *long* discussion... or else, other things they could do with their mouths...) when Lang came in, looking over her shoulder down the corridor guiltily. She tossed Harry a phaser, but didn't seem to know what to say. It wasn't necessary anyway. He looked at the gun in his hands, then back up, and followed her out of the room.

"Most of the senior staff is on the Bridge," Foster told him. "Tom Paris and most of the others are on our side, but the Captain, Chakotay, Tuvok, Ayala, and Strickler aren't."

Harry nodded, heading for the turbolift, B'Elanna following half-hesitantly, half-blindly, Lang and Foster behind them. They seemed to have appointed Harry in charge, which he would have objected to in any other circumstances. Now, he just wanted to get this all over with with as little bloodshed as possible. A difficult goal, in a mutiny. Lang filled them in on the brief ride - Janeway wanted to head toward the Wieron system, although claimed that the reason was supplies, not because they had added that they would deal with any 'criminals' she had on board; Tom objected, then gave in after Brooks had sent him a copy of the game plan. They were on their way now, but wouldn't arrive for another few hours.

The first thing they saw when the turbolift doors opened, Lang and Foster in front, was Tom turning and standing quickly, taking out Tuvok first. Ayala ducked quickly behind the Ops console, and Janeway and Chakotay were in her ready room. That was where Harry and B'Elanna headed, keeping sheltered so as not to be hit. They were coming out, and as Chakotay pulled his phaser out B'Elanna knocked it away, then flew at him. Harry was further back, and ignored her as he moved toward Janeway.

Phaser out, she shot a few times before managing to hit him on the shoulder, and by then he was close enough that she could see the wound fester and heal in a matter of seconds. "Oh my god," she whispered, stunned enough that he could grab her by the arm and pin her to the bulkhead. His grip was strong, she could feel shooting pains up and down her left arm where he held her, and couldn't help but cry out when he tightened his grasp deliberately.

"I should kill you now," he told her quietly.

She managed a hoarse, pleading 'no', pain evident in her eyes and muscles, breath heaving. He stared into her granite-grey eyes, trying not to enjoy the fact that she was trying to break away but couldn't, held in place by some mental force, then let her go, roughly pushing her against the hard wall. "Take her to the Brig," he ordered, and Lang and Foster immediately stepped forward, phasers trained on her. The fighting was over, here, with only one major casualty on their side. "Brooks, do something about those bodies, please?" he asked, not wanting to look at them. There were too many. It was his fault. Instead, he looked toward B'Elanna to see her covered in blood - Chakotay's blood. His throat was torn out, along with some other things. The carpet around him was stained dark red. B'Elanna had a scratch on one cheek, and was leaning against the bulkhead, eyes closed and looking like she might collapse, or cry, any minute. He took a few steps toward her, hesitated, and completed the journey to put and arm around her. "I'm sorry," he whispered.

"How many times do I have to say it, dammit? It's not your *fault*!"

"He was your Inuktu, wasn't he?"

She nodded miserably, unable to say anything else, and let herself collapse into his arms. Even Tom decided it would be better to let them be for a while. Eventually, she pulled away, wiping her face on her sleeve and trying to ignore the blood that came off it.

"Tom..." Harry paused. "You're the senior member on board."

His friend looked at him incredulously. "Oh, come on, Harry, almost everyone on board this ship is just waiting for *you* to take that chair, not me. You *know* this wouldn't have happened if it had been me."

"It doesn't matter. I'm leaving."

"No. No way, Har. You can't just leave now. Everything's gonna fall apart now, don't you *see*? No one's going to agree on anything. We need you; they'll listen to you." There were murmurings of agreement among the remaining three crewmembers.

"I'll stay long enough to get it organised. Then I'm leaving." At Tom's doubtful look he added, "It'll be fine."

FINIS