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Subject: [ASCEM-S] NEW DS9 Nightmares MC-17 G/B Part 3/4
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Hey there everyone!

This is part 3! :-D  I must dash now and leave my bestest friend in
the entire known universe will post the rest of it for me! :-D

Thanks for sticking with me through this massive story dropping on
you! :-D



She closed her eyes as his fear level rose, and she smiled, then ran
her nails down the length of his slender throat as she encircled it
with her fingers.  Garak threw himself against the forceshield and
howled as he burned himself and bounced backward into the arms of the
others.

	Julian couldn't stop the whimper that left him as she traced
the jugular vein with her tongue, nor could he stop the sharp cry
that left him, or the agonized backward toss of his head as her teeth
pierced his throat.  Her grip was one of iron, and she wrapped him in
her arms in a mockery of a lover's embrace.  He trembled and gripped
her shoulders as she drained his blood.  The protests silenced as the
moments passed, and Julian knew the watchers hadn't really believed,
up until that very moment, what she was.

	Suddenly, his knees buckled and his arms dropped to his sides
as his body collapsed forward.  Without breaking the hold her arms
had on his weakened body, or the grip her mouth and teeth had on his
neck, she lowered him to the floor.

	*I'm so tired.*  He thought as he sank to the floor held
tightly in her arms.

	*I know.  It will pass soon.*  She thought into his mind, and
he started.

	*You can hear my thoughts?*  He asked, and he felt her smile.

	*We are bonded.  Soon we'll be together for eternity . . .*

	*You . . . you mean to take me across?  You won't let me die?
*   He asked, and she almost moaned as the strength of his fear
passed through his blood.

	*Your death would be a waste.  I don't like to waste useful
things.  And you are most useful indeed.  You are handsome and will
make a wonderful addition to my . . . collection.*

	*No.*  He pleaded. *Please, don't do that.*  Tears suddenly
poured down his face. *Please, kill me.  Don't make me live in your
darkness.  Don't make me live with death.  I . . . I can't do that.
I'm a healer . . . you'd make me a mockery of everything I have ever
believed in.*

	She scowled as his blood went slightly acrid as it ran over
her tongue.

	*You will live forever.  You could be anything you wanted to
be.*

	*Except alive.*  He slowly opened his eyes and looked over
her shoulder at Garak, who tried to fight his way out of Sisko and
Dax's arms. *I can't live without him.*

	*You could bring him over.*

	*I wouldn't condemn anyone to live like this.  Especially
someone I love.*

	*He doesn't love you.*  She hissed, suddenly very angry, and
he sighed softly as lethargy crept over his body, and he went lax in
her arms.

	*I know.*  He smiled as he felt his body go numb.

	*And knowing that, you don't hate him?*

	*No.  I don't even hate you . . .*

	*You will if I bring you across.*

	*No.*  It was very hard for him to think, and he blinked his
eyes to clear them. *You are as you are.  Just as Klingons and
Romulans and Cardassians are.  All species . . . are as they are.
Wish different, yes, but my wishing won't . . . make it . . . so.
When you bring . . . me over . . . I will find a way . . . to escape
you.  I will . . . die then.  But not . . . hate.*

	He turned his head slightly and gazed blearily at those in
the cell.  "Take care . . . of . . . Garak."  He forced himself to
say, and his lips trembled.  "Take care . . . each other.
Garak . . . love . . . you."

	"I know, Julian."  He answered quietly, and Julian smiled
brightly as the warm wave of love suffused his entire being at
Garak's revelation, and he felt only a peaceful contentment, even as
he lay dying in the vampire's cruel embrace.

	She jolted back as if she'd been shot, and almost literally
ripped her teeth from Julian's neck.  Suddenly, she spit out a
mouthful of vile tasting blood that had made her almost violently
ill.  She swiped her hand across her mouth, which left a bloody smear
on her pristine cheek.  "Hate!"  She suddenly screeched and gripped
his face painfully between her fingers.  "Hate, damn you!"

	"I am . . . damned."  He sighed.  "But I'll never . . .
hate.  Not . . . not when I . . . I love."

	"I'll rip them apart with my own hands, and then you'll hate
me!"  She screeched, and he sighed.

	"Pity . . . you.  Not . . . hate."  Julian smiled again at
Garak, then murmured as he grew weaker with each passing
moment.  "Fin . . . finish what you . . . started if you . . . must.
I shall never hate you."

	"I will finish you, and I will MAKE you hate me!"  She bent
over him one more time and viciously sank her teeth into his neck.
His entire body went rigid with the vicious pain she inflicted on
him, and his eyes never left Garak even as he let out a shrill,
though weak, shriek of agony.

	Bloody tears suddenly ran from her eyes, and she gently
withdrew from his neck as his blood ran down the sides of her mouth
and over her chin.  "I . . . I cannot drink."  She whispered, her
tone bewildered.  "I feel . . . I feel sick."  Her sides suddenly
heaved, and she fell to the floor on all fours and shuddered.  "Your
love . . . the very purity of it has destroyed me.  The one thing I
wanted to take, you gave freely, and now I have killed myself.  How
completely ironic."  She gagged, shuddered, then crawled to his side
and stroked his hair.  "I have not felt love in so long that I had
forgotten it's power.  Forgive me?"  She asked, and he smiled
slightly as he looked first at Garak, then at her.

	"I . . . do."  He whispered and without warning, she exploded
into powdery fragments of dust and was gone. Julian lay on the floor,
and watched, strangely pain free as the ceiling above him darkened.

	"Julian!"  Garak howled, and was suddenly joined by the
others as they frantically waved, shouted, and gestured at him.
Slowly, almost confusedly, Julian turned his head and looked over at
them.  Their visages blurred briefly, and he blinked until his eyes
cleared.  "The forceshield!  You have to get it open!"

	He knew it was true.  They wouldn't be freed if he didn't do
something, but he was so tired.  He inhaled deeply and knew there
wasn't anyone else available.  His limbs shook from the effort, but
he rose onto his knees and hands.  He forced his sluggish body to
move through the powdery dust and the pooled blood, even as his own
blood, what there was left of it, ran from the jagged tear at his
throat.

	The button on the wall that controlled the forceshield for
the cell was only a few feet away, but, to Julian, it could have been
miles.  His breath rattled in his chest, and he had to stop every few
seconds as he refocused his vision.  Finally, he collapsed to the
floor, and wept.  He absolutely could not make it.  He had lost too
much blood and was far too weak.  He closed his eyes, exhaled
lightly, and waited for eternal sleep.

	"Julian."  A quiet voice suddenly spoke, and was relentless.
It wouldn't allow him to sleep, and he was so tired.

	"Garak.  Just another few minutes, please.  I'm so tired.  I
need to sleep."  He whispered, but the voice kept calling him.

	"Julian, you have to do this.  You have to get to the wall.
We . . . I can't help you if you don't let us out of here."

	"Help . . ."  Julian raised his head slightly, and cracked
his eyes.  "Oh.  I'm sorry, Garak, Sir, everyone.  I can't.  I'm
going to die you see."  It was amazing to note that he was so calm.
He'd only thought about his own death a few times before, and then
only in the context that it was something to avoid at any cost.  It
seemed almost welcome to him at that point.

	"Julian Bashir!"  Kira shouted angrily.  "You are not going
to die.  Now get up and get us out of here!"

	"Blood pressure . . . Major."  He cautioned, and she threw
her arms in the air disgusted, then turned around and ran a hand over
her distraught face.

	"C'mon, Julian."  Dax pleaded.  "You've got to let us out of
here.  We want to help you.  Come to us, Julian.  We can't get to
you.  You're the only one who can do this."

	"Odo . . . Odo will be by . . . in the morning."  Julian
sighed and shook his head.  "I'm sorry."

	"Damn it, Julian!"  Miles clenched his fists.  "Don't make us
watch you die!"

	The solution seemed deucedly simple to Julian, and also
extremely logical, and he blinked at Miles, then looked curiously at
him.  "Why don't you just turn around?  Then you wouldn't see it."

	"You've never disobeyed a direct order, Julian."  Sisko knelt
beside Garak, and Julian blinked.  "I order you to let us out."  He
said in what everyone knew was one final effort to give Julian the
will to help them escape.

	"Yes . . . Sir."  He blearily shook his head, and tried.  He
really did.  He pulled his legs up, until his knees were under him,
and tried to lift himself onto his hands, but he wasn't strong
enough.  He landed on his elbows, and his arms and legs scraped
against the floor as he tried to pull himself over to the
forceshield, almost literally by his nails.

	Tears poured down his cheeks from the force of his effort,
and the others encouraged him to move.  He was within a foot from the
wall when his strength gave out, and with it, his last
hope.  "I'm . . . sorry."  He whispered and collapsed onto his
front.  "I'm so cold."  He shivered.  "I . . . I've never been . . .
this cold."


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