Bob and Caleb enter the basement room doors, completely unaware of why they were called down in such a hurry. Entering the room, they see George and Ted standing directly in the middle of it.
Just as they're about to ask what's going on, George pulls the light switch and turns the basement lights on, also causing Bob and Caleb to momentarily freeze up.
In the corners of the room are two women, wearing raggedly clothing and visibly beaten and scarred, with dried blood and fresh scars marking their body. A quick glance at them reveals that both are currently chained to the wall behind them, a lock around their ankle connected by chain to the brick walls of the basement. Both are visibly scared and terrified.
As several moments of silence pass in shock of the grizzly scene, George finally approaches one of them, the one in the left hand corner. Instantly she recoils, pleading not to be hurt. George reaches his hand out, to which the captive woman flinches away. Slowly, he checks parts of her body, specifically her legs, stomach, upper chest, and neck - finding very fresh and very recent scars in each location.
"Don't move," George states, looks in her mouth and begins to inspect her gums and teeth.
Finally, he gets up and sighs heavily, popping a fresh cigarette in his mouth.
"She's been embraced. From the look of the scars, and *that*" George points to a few blood bags of freshly extracted blood in a small case next to her, "it happened very recently. From the looks of things, she was embraced forcefully."
Unaware of what George is talking about, she remains quiet, in a fetal posture against the corner.
George turns around to the group and sighs heavily.
"Look. I don't like this, but... she's one of them now." He looks back at her, then back towards the group.
"There's no way to undo what was done to her. Believe me, if there was a way I would do it. But there isn't. She's been turned into an abomination - and though it may have been done against her will that doesn't change what she is."
"She needs to go, and unfortunately one of us is going to have to kill her."
Immediately at the sound of that last sentence, she lifts her head and begins pleading. "Please, wait, no! I don't even know what's happening or where I am! Don't kill me!"
George sighs. "Thankfully, the other one was never embraced." He points to the other female captive in the basement. "From the teeth marks and IV wounds in her arms, it looks like that bastard was planning on using her as livestock. Cattle. A blood bag in order to keep himself and... his new "unwilling acquaintance" fed."
He again looks back at the other woman. "It was done recently, very recently. She may seem human now, but believe me. It'll be less than 24 hours before she gets her first hunger pangs - and then beastial instinct takes over. It always does. She was brought into the Nosferatu bloodline. Give it 48 hours and her hair starts falling out, while her teeth reform into razored fangs. 72 hours and her face starts twisting into a morbid reflection of what it once was as her skin begins to turn to the color of corpse pale, and she'll begin looking like our friend upstairs. Five days and she's murdering people in the streets to stay fed out of desperation to stave off the hunger."
"One of us needs to do it. It's a horrible thing, but this is a horrible world. She's an abomination now, a twisted mockery of a human being. Terrible as it is... she needs to die."
The woman begins to sob, again pleading. She's obviously entirely unaware of what's happening, or has happened.
