Vampiric Experiment

Chapter 6

The nurse looked through the files on their most recent experiment, Halo Evans. Her results seemed odd. Almost perplexing to her. She ran a hand through her straight blonde hair, like how she always does when something confused her.
"Doctor?" She looked at the hard working Doctor Cullen, who was currently looking up records of past subjects. He looked up from his computer screen and turned his dark gaze on her. The nurse always found it hard to breath when he was around, even though she was married and knew it was wrong. She loved him. Of course this was a secret she had to keep to herself.
"Yes?"
"This subject...number two-eighty?" She walked closer to him, her heart pounding with each step.
He thought for a moment. "What's the subjects name again? Angel?"
"Halo, sir. Halo Evans." She corrected him politely.
"Ah, yes. Please for give me, my mind is in other places." He smiled at her, knowing that she found it oh so charming. Nearly every girl did. He knew he was blessed with good looks, and knew how to use that to his advantage.
"That's quite alright." She smiled back, not knowing it did nothing for him. "In her notes it says that she has control over this virus. How?" She pulled up a chair, and sat closer than need be beside him.
"Well..." How do I put this in a way she'll understand? He asked himself. "When going through the first stage, she seemed almost in control of her paranoia. Given of course she did show signs of it. She quickly was able to just...shut down. I don't understand how she did that. All other subjects stayed paranoid for weeks. She got over it in a matter of seconds."
"So what do you think it means?" She asked, completely spellbound by his tale of this teenage girl.
"I'm not sure yet. When given blood for the first time, she of course drank it without hesitation. Yet she didn't beg for more like the other subjects. She was, again, in control. As if she'd had these symptoms her whole life." The more he talked about it, the more he realized just how odd it was. She was surely different from all the rest.
"Maybe she already had the virus?"
"Impossible. We checked her blood. It was perfect."
"So then what?"
There was a pause. Her question remained unanswered as the doctor thought in silence. The nurse did her own thinking. She remembered the first time she saw Doctor Cullen deal with another victim of the virus.
After a while she finally broke the silence. "Sir?"
He looked at her, giving her his attention.
"Why do you like seeing the subjects drink blood for the first time?" She asked slowly, unsure of whether or not he'll take offense to the question.
He simply laughed. "Paige--" It always made her heart skip a beat when he said her name. "That's a rather odd question to ask someone."
She looked down, hiding her shame. "I'm sorry," She mumbled.
There was another short pause. "I like seeing them drink it because it means the start of their new life. Their new vampiric life. Once they drink it, they can never go back. They're monsters now." He answered. By the end of the sentence he sounded so bitter he could almost taste it. The nurse stared at him in surprised. That's an odd thing to enjoy.
"But we're going to find a cure soon. Aren't we?" She tried to sound hopeful. This was the whole point of this project. Wasn't it?
Cullen simply nodded in response.
Nurse Paige smiled and walked out of the room with new hope. He listened as her heels clicked down the hall, then soon out of ear shot. How naïve. He thought to himself. She thinks they're doing this for the good of mankind. But he knew the truth. He knew why the government is pressing so hard for information on this virus. Why they covered it up with lies. What else could they do? Besides, which is better? A lie that draws a smile, or a lie that draws a tear? It was heroic sounding to have people think that they were finding a cure. But it wasn't the truth. He wondered just how many people worked here, knowing the truth, and yet still woke up ready for a new day of experimenting.
He smiled at the thought of someone being so despicable.
That's how he woke up each morning.