"So did I," The Ancient One answered, "so did I!"  He removed a pin from the woman's garment and pricked his finger with it.  A golden shimmering fluid began to come out.  "Lap it!" he ordered, "Don't swallow it, just lap it!"
"Are you mad?" the woman asked.
"Do you want to get better or not?" The Ancient One asked.  "It won't be very pleasant, but I think it will cure you."
The woman stared at the shimmering, golden fluid one more time, then lapped The Ancient One's finger.  Almost immediately she began to convulse, just about ripping the cot apart!  But finally she quieted.  "Wooo!" she moaned, "It's said your blood is the fires of hell!  They sure as hell aren't kidding!  But I feel better, I feel ALOT better!"
"You've gained immunity to the virus," The Ancient One answered, "you'd better administer the antidote to your friends.  In their unconscious state they may take too much.  You won't have enough in our system to kill them, just get rid of your little visitor."The woman pricked her finger and started going around the room sticking it in peoples' mouths.  They all went through the same process she had gone through.  When a good many of them were up and moving The Ancient One said "OUR job is done. Let's go."
"Where's the bitch?" the woman asked.
"We had problems," The Ancient One answered.  "She's staying home for a while."
"Oh," the woman sighed. "I wanted to talk to her about moving."
"Not you, too!"  The Ancient One moaned.
"Since we've stopped being enemies," the woman remarked, "I've found the idea of having you nearby much more pleasing. When you get home ask her to drop by, will you?  I really would like a talk."
"I'll tell her," The Ancient One promised, "but you know, you're not her favorite people."
 "We're trying!"  the woman assured.
The Ancient One smiled.  "Got to get going!  If you have any more trouble," The Ancient One went over and scribbled an email address on the wall, "send a message here.  The beacons are just too clumsy now a days."
"Thank you!"  the woman remarked.  "Everybody's going to be wondering where I disappeared to for so long!"
"Tell them you snuck off to help the tsunami victims," The ANcient One suggested, "go over there and distribute a little money and goods."
"The woman smiled.  "For one of the good guys," she remarked, "you're damned sneaky!"
The Ancient One returned her grin, nodded to his companion, who was looking around.  "What?" he asked.
"Nothing," he answered, "just looking for somebody.  Wondered if she was all right."
The Queen smiled.  "She remembers you, too!" she remarked.  "She was off visiting another colony when we got sick and we told them not to come here. Oh, one other thing," the woman added, "let us have them, please?  I don't like somebody doing that to me!  Give us the pleasure of showing them our gratitude?"
The Ancient One grinned. "Be careful of the bystanders," he warned, "the innocents.  But if you want them, they're all yours!  Bon apetite!"
The woman returned his smile.  
"Oh!"  The Ancient One concluded, "don't leave any evidence!"
 The woman looked hurt.  "Do we ever?" she remarked.
"Luxembourg?" The Ancient One answered.
"He never lets us forget!" the woman moaned.  "One little mistake and he  never lets us forget!"
Everyone laughed.  The guards took The Ancient One and his companion upstairs and watched them depart.  
"How can you be so personable with them?" The Ancient One's companion asked.
"As long as they play by the rules," The Ancient One answered, "I'll treat them with every courtesy.  When they don't, I'll be all over them, and they know that!  That's why they play by the rules."
The Ancient One's companion grinned and they flew onward, seeking more adventure.