From: Donnilee <donnilee@snet.net>
Date: 25 Feb 2003 19:31:53 -0800
Subject: [all-xf] "A Vampire's Tale: Trail of Blood" by Donnilee
Source: atxc

TITLE:         A VAMPIRE'S TALE 2: TRAIL OF BLOOD
AUTHOR:    Donnilee
E-MAIL:       Donnilee@snet.net
WEBSITE:   http://donnilee.tripod.com
RATING:      NC-17
CATEGORY: MSR - Kr/Other-Slash.
SUMMARY:  An old blood drinker comes to settle a score and Alex is
the pawn. Will his master pay the price?
SPOILERS:  Fight the Future (movie), Small one for "3", Paper Clip,
Anasazi, The Blessing Way
TIME LINE:  Takes place near the end of Season 7.Requiem hasn't
happened.
DISCLAIMER: Some SAY I should be locked up, but I swear! I take my
medication! Oh, you mean the characters herein? Nope. Not
mine. Used shamelessly and without remorse. They belong to Chris
Carter, Ten Thirteen, and Fox Broadcasting.
DEDICATION: To all those who are open to new ideas read stories that
aren't my usual kind of stuff.
THANKS: To Fran Hartman for grabbing the reins on this series and
helping me not make an ass out of myself! What would I do without
beta readers?
 
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the sequel to Steeped in Blood. You don't
have to have read that one to understand this one, but I'd love it if
you did.
 
AUTHOR'S NOTE 2: The sex between vampires in this story is "supposed"
to be fantastic and unrealistic. It is pure fantasy and not meant to
be picked apart with tweezers! The "endowments" of the participants
are "supposed" to lean toward the ridiculous to give a feel of
separating human sex from vampiric sex.
 
When characters speak to each other telepathically, those words are
between asterisks **, rather than quotes.
 
WARNING: Here there be M/M slash between Krycek and a secondary
character. There be M&S horizontal mambo too. If this isn't your cup
of tea, you can skip those parts. I've rated each chapter AND marked
the beginning of the descriptive sex, so that you can tell which
chapter contain the descriptive sex and skip over them if you wish.
 

SYNOPSIS OF VT1: Alex is made a vampire by the new Deputy Director in
the Bureau, Kendall Fair, whose real name is Gareth. Mulder and
Scully were sent on a wild goose chase of a case concerning a haunted
house by said D.D., all so he could trap them into owing him a favor.
M&S know about Alex, but they still don't know about Kendall, except
that Alex has a master that does exist. M&S just consummated their
relationship on this trip. They've only been together once. That
should cover any gaps in the story.
 
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
 
PART 1 (NC-17)
DANA SCULLY'S APARTMENT
GEORGETOWN, D.C.
FRIDAY MORNING
 
After Alex and his master disappeared into the night sky
over New England, Mulder and I didn't wait to pack our bags and head
home to Washington. We collected ashes from the lawn and drove
straight through for eight hours and it was now 8:00 AM. We were
exhausted and on edge.
 
"What are we going to do, Mulder?" I asked.
 
"I don't know. Maybe we should talk to D.D. Fair?" he suggested.
 
"And tell him what? That our old enemy, Alex Krycek, has saved our
lives and now wants repayment? And oh, by the way, he's a vampire?" I
snorted at the preposterous idea.
 
"So you believe he's a vampire?"
 
I didn't know what I believed, so I stayed silent.
 
"We could probably leave the vampire part out," he said, not pressing
the issue of my beliefs.
 
"How would we write up our report then?"
 
"I'm not sure yet. Look, I need time to think. We just got back from
Connecticut. We have the whole weekend to figure this out. Let's
start fresh tomorrow."
 
"It is tomorrow."
 
"We need rest, Scully. And ..."
 
"And?"
 
"Do you remember what Alex said?"
 
I swallowed. "How can you believe anything that man says?" I was
trying to squash the dangerous seed of hope that Alex had placed in my
heart. Damn him all to hell! I thought.
 
"That vampire, you mean?"
 
"Mulder, please!"
 
"I don't know if I can, Scully. Believe him, that is. But the point
is ... are you willing to risk that he might have been telling the
truth and we miss our chance?"
 
"You mean I miss MY chance?"
 
"NO.  I mean WE miss OUR chance."
 
I looked at him and felt a wave of affection wash over me. He knew how
deep seated this desire was in me. He truly would do anything for me,
even saddle himself with parenthood, to make me happy. "Mulder, you
don't have to sacrifice for this."
 
"Sacrifice?" he asks incredulously. "Have you not heard anything I've
said in the last week?"
 
I creased my brow, unsure what his point was. He came to me as I
stood there, finally having stopped pacing in front of the coffee
table in the living room. His arms came around me and pulled me into
his solid chest. He was warm and comforting. "Scully, I love you.
What else do you need to know? There's no one else I will ever have
children with. Only you."
 
"But you don't want ..."
 
He cut me off. "Don't tell me what I want," he said, a touch of anger
in his voice. "You never bothered to ask, Scully."
 
"Well, excuse me." I snapped and pulled out of his arms.
 
He was silent and I turned to look at him and spotted the wounded look
on his face. "I want ... everything with you, Scully. Don't you get
it?  Everything, Scully. The house, the two cars, the kids, ... the
ring," he added barely audibly.
 
I gasped, "Oh God, Mulder."
 
He was staring at me, wetness pooling in his hazel eyes. My Lord, I
realized, he loves me so much. Why had I thought he wouldn't want
those things? His history didn't bear it out, but I guess I'd been
too caught up in my own misery and losses to think about his for a
while. I stepped into him again and he yanked me to him roughly and
burrowed his face in my hair.
 
He suppressed a sob and I felt his muscles of his back roll under my
hands. His lips found my ear and gently suckled my earlobe, his teeth
scraping lightly as he pulled away. I moaned softly, feeling arousal
zip through my body, pooling between my thighs.
 
"Let me make love to you again, Scully," he whispered in a soft voice.
"Once wasn't nearly enough. And if he's right, great. If he's not,
that's all right too. But I need you tonight. I need to feel
connected to you."
 
My head fell to the side in acquiescence as his lips assaulted my
neck, and his tongue burned a hot trail down to my pulse at the base
of my neck. He moaned and sucked on the skin there, nipping lightly
and surely leaving a mark on my lily white skin. I didn't care.
 
"Do we even want to bring a child into our world, Mulder?" I wondered.
Where the hell that had come from?  I wondered. I'd wanted a child for
so long. Why was I even hesitating? I had to take the chance.
Didn't I?
 
His lips brushed my collarbone as he spoke. "I want to try, Scully.
He said you're were fertile, but only for a while. Time's running out.
Let's not let the chance go by."
 
I pulled away slightly and tugged on his hand, leading him into the
bedroom. He was right. We had to try. We undressed quickly,
skipping the preliminary excitement of undressing one another.
 
XXXXXXXXXX
THIS PORTION NC-17
 
I laid down on the bed and held my arms out to him. He came to me in
a rush, sliding his big, brown body over top of mine. His mouth
claimed mine in a fierce, possessive kiss that branded my soul. He
was so ... passionate that it was scary sometimes. Then I remembered
the look of awe, reverence and joy on his face when he had
released himself into me that first time and all doubts vanished.
 
He began to move down, suckling my nipples and making my back arch. I
pushed into his mouth, begging for more. His large hands splayed
across my
back, holding my body in place. When he began to move even lower, I
clutched his shoulders and found my voice. "No, Mulder. In me, now."
 
He moaned and moved down anyway, muttering, "Just a little taste." His
warm, wet tongue swiped across my swollen nether lips and scooped up
the ridiculous amount of wetness there. He hummed in his throat as if
it were the best thing he'd ever tasted.
 
I tugged on his shoulders and he moved up again, kneeling between my
legs this time.
 
He bent over to kiss me, sharing my taste, tangy and smoky on my
tongue. Then he sat up, ass cheeks resting on his heels. He grabbed
two pillows and propped them under my hips, raising my pelvis into the
air.
 
His thumbs brushed my slit, opening my sex. I heard the sound of it
like a sloppy kiss as the lips parted.  He grunted softly.
"You're so wet, Scully."
 
"Just for you," I whispered.
 
"Oh, Christ," he mumbled. His sex was hard and heavy between his
legs, tumescent and turning red with the flow of his blood. I went to
reach for it but he stopped me, shaking his head slightly.
 
My hands reached above me to brace against the headboard and he
smiled. I said, "Mulder, please, stop teasing."
 
The head of his cock was leaking pre cum and he took his shaft gently
between his thumb and forefinger, rubbing it up and down between my
wet folds. I sucked in my breath in anticipation. His hips flexed,
pressing just the head inside me.
 
I moaned, "Moorree."
 
He gave me a lazy smile and grasped my waist above my hips, his
fingers nearly meeting as they clasped around my waist. "So slender,"
he muttered and then began sliding inside.
 
I watched his beautiful stomach muscles clench and release as he
worked himself slowly inside me. He began to stroke gently, easing
out, then a little further in each time, teasing my hungry walls.
He was pulsing and hard and I wanted it all.
 
His teasing finally broke me and I cried out, "Oh, please, Mulder.
Give me all of you."
 
He groaned and leaned forward, placing his hands beside my waist. He
pushed the remainder of himself inside and stopped, his mouth open,
his eyes closed, reveling in the feeling of being inside me again. I
was doing the same, only my eyes were open. I panted gently and
whispered, "Please, move."
 
I heard whimpers issuing from the back of my throat as he began to
stroke into me, slowly and deeply, retreating almost all the way and
pressing back inside, parting my walls like a wave, filling me to the
brim and bumping gently against the entrance to my womb.
 
His speed increased, his eyes open now and staring at my face, taking
in every little twitch and expression. The strength and intensity of
his regard was unnerving. At the same time, it heightened my arousal
to levels I'd never dreamed existed.
 
He began muttering as he kept his rhythm, only increasing his speed
every few minutes. He wanted to make this last. "So good, Scully.
Oh, I love you so much. Jesus, woman, you have no idea what you do to
me. Oh, God. This is a dream. It's a miracle. I belong inside you.
Oh, Jesus, Scully, you were made for me."
 
He leaned down enough to capture my nipple in his mouth, suckling hard
until I felt it pinch. I cringed and he let up slightly on his
suction, but that pinch caused a new flood of wetness between my legs.
He felt me drench his balls and pubic hair as my juices shot out of
me. His lips smiled against my breast, his tongue torturing my aureole
and nipple.
 
He nipped and sucked hard again, making me cry out as the sensation
shot straight to my crotch. My hands came down from above my head to
grasp his bulging biceps. He never faltered, impaling me steadily
on his cock. He did straighten up again and one hand went to my
waist, pulling me toward him with every thrust. The other used a
thumb to press my clitoris against our joining.
 
Every push inside created an electric shock of sensation in my
clitoris that flowed out through my abdomen. I was moaning constantly
now as I felt my climax approach rapidly.
 
I panted out, "Oh, Mulder, almost there. Oh, keep doing that!   Awww,
it's so good!"
 
He did. And he kept stroking, only harder and faster, abusing my clit
as he pressed it from above against our joining, his shaft dragging
over the bottom of the distended nerve bundle.
 
I screamed, "Aaaaaawwwwww, Gggoooddd, Mmmuuullldddeeerrr!" My orgasm
made my muscles clench hard on his rigid flesh. He never stopped
rubbing my clit. His other hand left my waist to pinch my nipple. I
screamed again as another wave of convulsions wracked my body. "Oh
shit, again!"
 
He suddenly hooked his arms beneath my knees and leaned over me,
bending me nearly in half, pointing my crotch up in the air. He
lunged into me, his elbows landing on the bed, pinning my knees near
my ears.
 
He went berserk, slamming into me with speed and force, all finesse
gone He cried out, "Ahh, God, Aww, God, oh yeah, here it comes. OH MY
GOD! HOLY SHIT, SCUULLYY! LOVE YOU!"
 
He jerked in my arms and flooded my insides with warm seed. He cried
out some unintelligible sound as he emptied his balls inside me. He
moved his arms out from under my legs, but didn't let me lower them
all the way. He directed them to wrap around his lean hips.
 
XXXXXXXXXX END NC-17 PORTION
 
His fingers burrowed into my hair.  Holding my face in place, he
kissed me tenderly, deeply, hotly.  Then, he gently sucked on my
swollen lips and dabbed his tongue in the line of sweat on my upper
lip and not seeming to mind the salty taste of my sweat. Our bodies
were slick and cooling now.
 
"You going to move?" I asked quietly when I finally caught my breath.
My ankles were locked over his lower back.
 
"Nope," he said, just as lazily.
 
My chest bounced as I suppressed a chuckle.
 
He lifted his head and smiled. He moved the small muscles of his cock
and I felt it twitch inside me. I grunted softly and he said, "Don't
want any to fall out yet."
 
I laughed then, realizing what he was doing. He was keeping me in
this position, with my hips in the air, his cock plugged inside my
entrance, hoping gravity would help out with his goal. I didn't
know if it would make a difference or not.
 
So I waited while he brushed butterfly kisses over my neck and
shoulders. He went still and I looked up at him again, sighing in
contentment. He said, "I adore you. I love being close to you like
this. It's like a fantasy come true, Scully."
 
I felt hot tears sting my eyes but they didn't fall. I sniffed gently
and said, "I love you, Mulder. I'm still afraid, but I do love you.
You know that, don't you?"
 
"Yeah, I do now."
 
"What do you mean you do now?"
 
"At the house in Connecticut, as great as it was, I wasn't sure if you
were in my bed just to save our hides, or if you really wanted me."
 
"I told you I loved you."
 
"I know. But loving me and being IN LOVE with me are two different
things."
 
"I think I clarified that I was IN LOVE with you."
 
"I know, but I still wasn't sure. The circumstances were so bizarre,
Scully. You have to know what I mean. I know you don't believe in
ghosts, but I think they were right there with us."
 
I stared at his plump lower lip, and darted my tongue out to lick it.
He jerked slightly in surprise and smiled. I said, "I felt it," I
admitted.
 
His smile faded and he stared at me intently, gauging the sincerity of
my statement. "You felt her, didn't you?  The woman.  She was with
you, feeling what you felt."
 
I chewed my lip slightly. I said softly, "Yes, I felt her. I sensed
... I don't know."
 
"What?"
 
"I sensed she was a virgin, like she'd never known a woman's pleasure,
and she wanted desperately to know what it felt like."
 
He smiled and let my legs fall to bed in a slightly more comfortable
position. His limp flesh finally exited my body and he grunted in
disappointment. I chuckled at his expression.
 

He brought his focus back to me. "I felt the guy, Scully."
 
"You think there were two ghosts?"
 
"Yes. I think it was the woman, Ana Quinn, and her lover. She killed
herself, remember. And then he hung himself. A real Romeo and
Juliet type tragedy. I think they've been haunting that house ever
since, trying to convince each owner to show love in that house so
that they could experience it and be together."
 
"It's all supposition on your part, Mulder," I said, unable to stop my
logical side from emerging. I couldn't believe I was talking about
ghosts as if they were real entities in the first place. But I'd seen
a lot in seven years and I wasn't so quick to dismiss his theories,
although I would always be skeptical to a degree.
 
I couldn't deny what I'd felt that night. There had been a presence
with me while Mulder made love to me and I could no longer pretend
that these things didn't happen to me. It was counterproductive to
our partnership and our relationship as a whole. I wasn't about to do
a complete turn around and become a shadow chaser, like he could be at
times, but I wasn't going to automatically think I had all the answers
either. If I'd learned nothing else in seven years on the X-Files, it
was that there were definitely things outside of the realm of
explainable science.
 
"I believe it, Scully. I felt him there. He wanted you, or her, as
the case may be. And it was like ..."
 
"What?"
 
"I don't know, like all my senses were enhanced. Like my sense of
touch, smell, taste were all acute and vivid. Does that make sense?"
 
"Yes, I felt that too."
 
"I was afraid it wouldn't feel the same the second time."
 
I smiled softly. "You know, I think I was wondering that myself."
 
"And?"
 
"It didn't feel the same. We were definitely alone this time."
 
He frowned. "I'm sorry ..."
 
"Shhh, silly," I admonished, pressing my fingers to his lush lips.
"It was just as good, Mulder, even better because there was no
interference from the outside. What we just felt was real 100 per
cent. It was just different, not worse."
 
He smiled then. "I love you, Dana Katherine Scully."
 
"I love you too, Mulder."
 
"Maybe we made a baby," he said innocently and suddenly.
 
I smiled, touching my hand to my stomach as he rolled off me and lay
on his side next to me. His hand went to cover mine and we stared at
my stomach for few seconds.
 
Then I said, "I hope so, Mulder. I hope so."
 
"I'm exhausted," he declared.
 
"Me too. Let's sleep. I'm not even setting the alarm."
 
"Ooo, so daring!" he teased. "We'll start fresh after some sleep,
Scully."
 
"You're on."
 
 
 
PART 2 (NC-17)
KENDALL FAIR'S MANSION
FALLS CHURCH, VA
FRIDAY EVENING
 
"How are they?" I asked as Alex entered the living room.
 
"Fine and dandy, boss."
 
"Oh stop with the boss crap."
 
He smiled. "Everyone is fine."
 
"They came home quick. I was afraid the shocks we gave them would
distract them from their new relationship."
 
"Noohoo," he said.
 
I raised my eyebrows, silently asking for an explanation.
 
He grinned. "He boinked her brains out."
 
I sighed. "Must you be so crude?" I asked, not really that annoyed.
I did want to make him into a gentleman, and he still needed some
work. On the other hand, his irreverence amused me to no end.
 
"It's part of my charm," he stated without a hint of remorse.
 
I shook my head in mock exasperation. "What am I going to do with
you?"
 
Without hesitation he said, "Feed me and then fuck me?"
 
I laughed out loud now. "Hungry, are you?"
 
"I'm starved," he replied, all traces of humor gone.
 
"Let me change my clothes and we'll go hunting."
 
He smiled. "I'll wait here."
 
I didn't bother replying and left the room, mounting the stairs and
changing into black jeans, black turtleneck, black sweater and
black trench coat. I tied my waist length black hair back into a
pony tail and made my way back downstairs.
 
His long, black, wool coat was flung over the arm of the coach. He
stood with his back to me, perusing the books on the bookshelf. I let
my eyes wander down the length of his backside, taking in the broad
shoulders, the tiny waist and the tight ass cheeks, encased in black
denim that fit him like the skin on a grape.
 
I nearly moaned but managed to suppress my desire, feeling my groin
tingle and my gums ache. God, he drove me crazy.  He was
going to be the death of me. Literally. That thought was like a
bucket of cold water over my head. And yet, my eyes were still drawn
to the bulging thigh muscles, hugged by his jeans. I loved that
crease at the top of his thighs where his ass began. I could spend a
whole evening just licking that crease. He was the sexiest creature I
had encountered in over a century, the first in so long to so
capture my interest that I couldn't resist him and was willing to take
such a chance.
 
His one flaw in the physical sense when he had been a mortal
was now a memory. His fully formed arms and hands brushed the
bindings of the books, guiding his eyes down the row of books as he
looked for something of interest.
 
He'd stopped bothering with gel in his hair and I approved. It was
soft and fluffy now, having been slightly longer than his usual cut
when I had begun the change. His hair would be like this forever now.
I cleared my throat so as not to startle him and he whirled around.
We loved to play this little game of seeing if we could sneak
up on each other without making a sound.
 
He grinned. "How long have you been there? You're silent as a
fucking shadow."
 
"You will be too, ... soon."
 
"Are you ready?"
 
"Yes, let's go catch us a scum bag, darling."
 
He picked up his coat and swirled it around his shoulders with a
flourish. I laughed at his boyish display of showmanship and we headed
out the door.
 
The night was crisp and clear and littered with starlight. We moved
with the grace and speed of our kind as we traveled the streets,
heading for Washington D.C. We were there in less than ten minutes.
We headed into the southeast section of the city, teeming
with every type of dirt bag known to man. Drug dealers, killers, scam
artists, hookers and pimps. We prowled, stealing shadows to hide our
presence and probed the minds of the hordes around us as they passed
by.
 
Finally, we found two pimps in an alley, fighting over territory. One
had killed one of his best girls the night before because he'd found
out
she'd tried to hold back money from him. Of course, feeding her four
year old son hadn't mattered to Tyrone, the wonder pimp. Now her child
was motherless.
 
The other dirt bag was Shelly. He hadn't killed anyone lately, but
was about to knife Tyrone and had no compunction about killing him to
keep him off his territory.
 
We walked silently into the alleyway after a nod of agreement. When
we were close, we moved with lightning speed and emerged from the
shadows, appearing to materialize out of thin air next to the two
combatants.
 
They both shrieked in alarm and jumped away from one another. They
quickly regained their composure and turned their dueling knives
toward us, crouching into fighting stances.
 
"What the fuck, man?"
 
"Who the fuck are you two?"
 
"We're your judges," I said.
 
"Jury and executioners," Alex concluded.
 
"Bring it on, mother fucker!" Tyrone yelled, lunging for Alex. His
fear was palpable. I stood my ground and watched Alex move with
inhuman speed, twisting the knife out of Tyrone's hand, spinning him
around and catching him by the scruff of the neck, his hand choking
the life out of his wind pipe.
 
His eyes bulged and he choked as he came to an abrupt halt, pinned to
Alex's chest with his other arm around the back of the man's
shoulders. Alex smiled, pushing his tongue to the roof of his mouth
and forward, extending his fangs.
 
He hissed loudly. The man screamed, "Oh, no, Jesus! No!"
 
Alex struck with the speed of a rattler and pierced the man's neck
with his fangs, beginning to take long draughts of his warm blood. His
pal was frozen in shock, sweat pouring off of him. His paralysis
suddenly fled and he whirled, running toward the street. I bolted
after him, grabbing him quickly and returning to Alex's side at
the back of the alley, out of the glare of the street light that cast
a dim glow of circular light about five feet in front of us.
 
I grabbed Shelly's dread locks and yanked his head back, extending my
fangs and sinking into his neck all in one smooth move. I felt his
body jerk and stiffen while mine flooded with the equivalent of human
endorphins as his warm, rich blood flowed over my tongue.
 
I tasted Jack Daniels and cocaine and the sweet fruity taste of
diabetes. I pulled hard until I felt his heart beginning to slow. I
retracted my fangs, spitting on his neck. My saliva encompassed the
holes in his neck and closed them up as if I'd never been there. Alex
was doing the same.
 
He smiled, his teeth still bloody. The two men collapsed at our feet,
unconscious. "Did you leave some?"
 
"Yes. His heart's about to quit, though."
 
"Good, it will look like heart attacks."
 
"Some of the blood will regenerate before they die."
 
"I know. You've told me. We can't leave bloodless bodies lying all
over the city."
 
"No, we can't. You can only drain them dry if you have a means to
dispose of the bodies."
 
"Where to next?"
 
"Do you need more?"
 
He looked at me and shrugged. "I could use more. But I'll be all
right without it."
 
I continued my lessons. "What did you taste in the blood?"
 
He sighed, tiring of my teachings. But they were necessary.
Obediently, he recited his list. "Liquor ... tequila, I think. There was
definitely cocaine and marijuana."
 
"Anything else?"
 
"Yeah, he has pancreatitis."
 
"Very good, Alex. That's excellent. You not only got the obvious
elements in the blood stream, you're detecting the diseases of the
organs it has flowed through."
 
He beamed a smile under my praise. "Can we go now?" He was still a
bit impatient for my taste.
 
I was 600 years old and didn't need even half the amount of blood he
did to sustain me. My skin had absorbed so much over the years that
it took very little to maintain my health and vitality. The absorbed
blood made my body hard as porcelain. He, however, was only a few
weeks old and needed blood constantly. He might be able to go a day
without it, but that was about it. I didn't want him getting
reckless.
 
My blood was old and very strong and had qualities that sustained him
and satisfied his hunger in a way no mortal blood could. I didn't
want to take anyone else tonight. We had to be careful. I touched
his shoulder.
 
"I've taken way more than I need. Let's go home and I will let you
drink."
 
He flushed with arousal and anticipation as he always did when I
offered myself to him. He knew the intoxicating taste and restorative
powers of my blood. He was like a junkie for it. It was one way in
which I controlled him, not that I needed to control him very much
anyway. He was loyal and obedient and very grateful to me. I had
restored his arm and hand with my blood by bringing him over to me. I
had introduced him to a world of sensual pleasures he had never known
before. He was hooked as well as any addict.
 
I motioned him forward and he nearly jumped into my arms, wrapping his
arms around my hard torso. His feet perched on the top of my boots
and I enfolded him in my embrace. I looked up, making sure the way
was clear, and shot up into the air. Had anyone been looking, which
they weren't, they would have only seen a translucent blur as our
bodies rose into the air with unimaginable speed.  I had scanned the
area before take off. There was no one within range that could see
down the alley.
 
We were home in five minutes, flying providing a much faster
transport even than running. And we could run so fast
the human eye could not see us, but only feel our passing as a gust of
wind.
 
Alex was too young to fly. He would have to live many centuries
before he gained that ability, although getting my blood on a
regular basis would probably speed him along much faster than would be
normal if he lived his undead life in a normal pattern.
 
We entered the house, not turning on any lights, our eyes seeing in
infra vision up to a 60 foot radius around us. Our superior eyesight
was another benefit of immortality.
 
Alex raced to the bedroom and I chuckled internally at his eagerness.
I was constantly bewitched by him, his enthusiasm for his new life,
his gratitude to me and his pure pleasure in having me love his body.
 
He was an incredibly sensual creature. Most of his potential in this
area had remained dormant as a mortal. Oh, he'd had his share of
women, but it had always been a way to slake his lust. He had never
been in love. And later, his missing limb had chased many mortal
woman away who might have otherwise found his handsome face and
smoldering eyes irresistible.
 
He was all mine now, though. If he was an addict for me, I wasn't
much better for him. Once I tasted his charms, I couldn't get enough.
I
made love to him almost daily, except when our schedules or duties
prevented it. Since he was fully vampiric now, he could take my
gigantic phallus into his lithe body with only slight pain. I'd had
to be careful when he was mortal and when he was enduring the change.
If I'd torn him too badly, he might not have recovered. Now the
restraints
were gone, the gloves off, so to speak. I literally couldn't harm him
permanently with my lust. His body was more hearty and could take
more pain and punishment than any human being. Even if
I did manage to tear tissues and such, they healed with the speed of
the undead. Normal bodily harm was nonexistent for us.
 
XXXXXXXXXXX
THIS PORTION NC-17
 
I undressed him carefully. enjoying the exploration of his body all
over again. It fascinated me and ignited something deep within me. I
am literally a giant. I stood six foot, eight inches tall and had the
shoulders of a line backer and the body of Mr. Universe. My pecs
and washboard stomach were picture perfect. Other than the lush hair
on my head, my body was hairless and smooth, with no blemishes or
imperfections.
 
I ran my hands down his chest, noting idly the changes in him that
were still occurring to some degree. He was fully a blood drinker now,
but his development continued as he aged beyond normal means through
the virtue of my blood. I planned to feed him until he was as strong
as I. Then we would share each other's blood. The ecstasy then would
be beyond compare. We shared now, but his blood was still much weaker
than mine. When we were equals in strength and development, the
ecstasy would blow his mind.
 
Drinking blood often induced the sensations of orgasm without the
ejaculation. It was very addicting, besides the fact that we needed it
to survive. He was six foot, one inch and 180 pounds when I took him.
He was now six foot, three inches and 200 pounds. He probably wouldn't
grow any taller but his body was still changing. He would become
heavier with time.
 
His shoulders were broader, his pectorals and abdominal more clearly
defined. His thigh muscles bulged attractively but not overly so.
His tight, small ass cheeks were firm and hard to the touch. His
biceps were beautiful and tapered into muscular forearms. His fingers
were long and nimble. He was nearly perfect.
 
I stared at his lips and licked mine. He looked at me, his eyes dark
and hooded with arousal. I kissed him tenderly and pulled away when
he tried to deepen the kiss. I steered him to the bed and laid him
down on his back. He reached for my pulsing cock that was even now
growing in length and girth. He pumped firmly, pulling a groan from
the back of my throat. I returned the favor and felt him throb hotly
against my palm.
 
He was delighted to learn of this little perk ... that his cock and
balls grew bigger as he prolonged his pleasure. He was never puny to
begin with, but this delighted him to no end.
 
The night I took him and steeped him in the blood, he so excited me
that even in the short time I held back, I had grown to 10 inches
before I took him and grew to 13 inches inside him. Oh, how he had
screamed that night, sending his blood singing in my veins as I'd
reveled in the ecstasy of the blood lust, the only time I could enjoy
his pain.
 
The blood lust only occurred when you brought someone over to you,
meaning you began to make them into a creature of the night. The whole
process took two weeks and he was in pain much of that time. Although
I took him gently a couple of times, for the most part I nursed him
and tried to ease his pain with my blood.
 
After that short abstinence, though, I couldn't keep my hands off him.
It had only been a couple of weeks since then and I was taking him
every day. I didn't see his or my appetite waning any time soon.
 
I licked his nipples and kissed him again. I coaxed him to grab his
own legs, and he took himself behind the knees and raised his legs,
exposing his tight ass to me. I growled with arousal, my fangs
extending.
 
I wrapped one hand around the top of each thigh, spreading my legs to
cradle his ass in front of me. He shoved a pillow under his ass, just
to help with the height issue. I pumped him a few more times,
supporting my weight one arm. My cock was hard as brass and now
11 inches long. He tried to pump me but could no longer touch his
fingers around my girth.
 
I aimed at the pristine ass that no longer contained any bodily
fluids known to mortals. He was as smooth and clean inside as if he'd
never digested a thing in his life. And he was like me now. The
slight discomfort was an aphrodisiac and no lubrication was needed.
 
I placed the helmeted head of my cock at his anus and wiggled it into
place. I looked into his eyes. I hissed. His fangs extended and he
said, "Do it. Fuck me."
 
He didn't need to invite me twice. I gripped the front of his thighs,
yanking him toward me with inhuman strength, at the same time, ramming
my cock forward with a snap of my hips. My pole drilled into him,
sinking most of the way, spreading his ass wide, pressing his cheeks
to the side. His ass cheeks were so beautifully small, tight and
compact. Even with his added height, I was still five inches taller
and much bulkier than he was. I'd had bulk as a mortal and therefore
retained it in my immortality. He would retain his body type
proportionally, even though he had grown taller.
 
He wailed, "Aaaaahhhhhhh! Yehessss! Fuck me!"
 
I began to pump him viciously with no build up, ramming into him with
all my might, looking down to watch my pole split him in two, breaking
into his ass like a jack hammer. I hissed through clenched teeth,
"Oh, my beautiful Alex. Love fucking you. Can't get enough of you,
Pet!"
 
He groaned in delight as I continued to ram into him. His hands came
up to pinch his own nipples, which rose up like hard little pellets.
He pinched hard, turning the tips white. Our minds probed each other
and sunk deeply, feeling each other's pain and arousal. The sensation
was like nothing else in the world. It was as if our souls connected.
 
The blood pounded in my veins and I listened to speedy whoosh of blood
in his body. He began to chant, "Oh, Gareth, hold off. Oh, do me
hard, bigger, more, more. I want more than ever before! Fuck me.
Rip me open with that monster."
 
I gave him his wish, reining in my arousal and slowing my hips, but
not tempering the violence of my thrusts. I was able to pull back
enough to stop my impending orgasm. I was easily a foot long now
and nearly four inches wide. God help me, he wanted more!
 
I focused on the delicious feel of his taut anal ring as it glided
over my engorged flesh. I leaned down toward him, placing my elbows
near his head. I towered over him, out-massing him in height and
bulk.  I bared my neck to him, tossing my hair to the side. I spoke
into his
mind, *Drink, Pet.*
 
His eyes bulged with craving and he hissed, snapping his head toward
me and sinking his fangs into my neck. My skin is so tough, almost
like leather now. I felt his fangs hesitate on contact before the
pressure finally sank them into my neck. I groaned as he pulled my
blood, filling his mouth with its thick sweetness. Rivers of tingling
sensation traveled through my body with every pull. I reached one
hand between us to fondle his cock and stroke him. His cock was hard
as steel and smooth as glass. It had grown to eight inches long. His
nuts were swelling and stretched taut as they filled with his cum.
 
My thrusts slowed in this position a little further but the taking was
still fairly rough. He filled his mouth at least six times and
swallowed, gluttonously feasting on my blood. Too much would make him
develop too fast and cause pain. Our skin hardened as we absorbed
blood over the years. If it happened too quickly, it could cause pain.
*That's enough, Love.*
 
He groaned in disappointment but pulled his fangs back, not retracting
them. His mouth was open and painted red inside with my blood. He
screamed as I straightened up, changing the angle and pushing the
additional couple of inches into him that I grown since he began
feeding on my neck. My cock was truly a monster now, 14 inches
long, four and half inches wide, and just as hard as a metal pole.
 
I buried myself and shivered at the sound of his screams, my pendulous
balls smacking into his upturned ass cheeks. I reared back onto my
knees, grabbing his waist and pounding into him, his legs bouncing up
and down with each impact as I raced to the finished line. He loved
to hear me speak in his mind. *You wanted more, you little slut. How
does that feel?! Huh? You like being cracked open, my little boy toy?
You asked for it. Take it all, my pretty bitch!*
 
I growled, holding back and feeling my cock head swell, throb and
punch into his guts another inch. He screamed at the top of his lungs,
his
cries bouncing off the walls. My balls spasmed harshly, flushed hot
and then shot jism up my shaft like a speeding train. I held myself
inside him as my enormous balls emptied into his guts.
 
He stroked himself and opened his mouth. He ejaculated hard, spurting
into his own mouth and I roared in the middle of my climax, thinking
this was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen anyone do. There he was,
bent nearly in half, shooting his own cum into his own mouth, licking
his lips and swallowing as he sprayed himself in the face.
 
Our orgasms fed each other, the enormous amount of fluid we produced
continuing to release from our bodies. We orgasmed for over ten
minutes and then I collapsed forward, crushing him into the bed. He
didn't complain about my enormous weight. His face was streaked with
his cum, white jism mixed with red streaks of blood. I smiled at him
and slowly licked him from his hair line to his chin, sucking up every
drop.  He moaned and then sighed in contentment.
 
*That was possibly the most erotic thing I've ever seen, Pet.*
 
He smiled. *I could feel you so deep inside me, up to where my stomach
used to be.*
 
*It was the best yet, I think.*
 
*For me too.*
 
I eased back and forth a bit, making him groan and then lifted myself
up, easing backwards from his body, watching my huge member pull out
of his exquisitely chiseled, trim body.
 
His ass gaped open like the bomb bay doors on the Enola Gay and I
massaged his ass cheeks, watching his hole quickly close up around the
white-washed skin of his insides.
 
XXXXXXXXXX END NC-17 PORTION
 
We rose and showered to wash off the fluids. We had a lot of sheets
since we ended up changing them nearly every day. This bedroom was
like the master bedroom in my townhouse in Georgetown. It had no
windows. The door was heavy reinforced steel inside the wooden
facade. I closed and locked it, plunging the room into darkness.
The small night light from the hall could no longer be seen. We
didn't need the light, anyway.
 
My infra vision took in the sight of him now sprawled lazily over the
clean sheets. He was a vision of perfection. Everything was tinged
red with this form of sight and he looked like a Greek God, offering
himself to me. He was on his stomach, his exquisite ass stuck up in
the air. His eyes were closed but I knew he wasn't completely asleep
yet.
 
I did have two enormous coffins made of solid onyx downstairs in the
basement should an emergency ever arise. No human could ever dislodge
the lids of these sarcophagi. But for the most part, we lived here,
blacking out the sun with modern technology, sound proofed walls and
steel doors that no mortal could breach.
 
We could sleep safely here without worrying about the sun creeping up
on us unawares. I needed only a few hours of sleep a night. Alex
still needed about six hours. It was almost dawn, and he would sleep
till the afternoon. I wouldn't, but decided to join him. I turned
him onto his side and spooned up behind him, resting my now flaccid 8
inch cock in the crack of his ass cheeks. He murmured and snuggled
back deeper into my embrace. I kissed his hair and mumbled, "Sleep,
Pet."
 
A sense of foreboding stole over me, as it had several times in the
last week. I didn't know what it meant. I didn't sense another blood
drinker near our city, but something was definitely afoot in the world
of the undead. I only hoped I figured it out before it came to visit.
 
My mind filled with the vision of Zebrosia, not my maker, but my
teacher from ages past. She taught me and therefore thought she owned
me. When I tried to break free and make a fledgling of my own,
without her permission, she had destroyed the girl before my very
eyes.
 
In my foolish rage, I had destroyed her lover in retaliation. My
fledgling had no chance. She was a mere few weeks old, like Alex,
and I didn't have the strong blood to feed her like I did now for
Alex.  Zebrosia had ignited Vanessa and burnt her to a crisp, leaving
nothing but a small pile of ashes.
 
Zebrosia's lover, Amet, however, was much stronger. He was not as old
as me and therefore, I prevailed, but he was at least 100 years old
and Zebrosia was very attached to him. I'd loved her but had known
that I would always be second to Amet. And so I'd tried to create my
own companion.
 
Of course, she discovered my plans to flee with my fledgling and make
a life elsewhere in another city. But destroying Amet had enraged
her. She couldn't bring herself to destroy me, but I had dealt her a
blow easily as deep as the blow she dealt me. I had not incinerated
Amet. I didn't even know I had that power. And Zebrosia had surprised
and frightened me by displaying that she did have it. I had waited
until she went out to hunt and I had attacked Amet with my bare hands,
bit, and drained him of every drop of blood. It's a painless death for
a mortal once the initial breach of the fangs through the skin is
over. But for a vampire to be drained by another vampire is a painful
way to die.
 
The blood sustains our skin and when a vampire literally sucks the
blood not only from your veins, but begins taking in the blood from
your skin, it is like feeling your body collapse from the inside out,
leaving nothing but a dry husk. A dry husk that burns easily, as did
David when I burned him on the lawn of the farmhouse in Connecticut.
 
I had drunk slowly and drawn out his pain, cursing him for taking my
place in her affections. He was helpless against me and cursed me
with his last words, hoping I would fry in the sun.
 
Alas, I hadn't. Zebrosia had told me she never wanted to see me again
and I would never steep another in the blood as long as she lived.
She meant it. And so our love hate relationship was born. It
survived through the ages. Over 300 years had gone by since that
time. I had no idea how strong she must be by now. However, I knew I
was incredibly strong as well. I didn't know if there were other
ancient blood drinkers like myself in existence. If there were, I
doubted there were many. We were few now, maybe a 100 in the whole
world and maybe only five or six of us were over a couple centuries
old.
 
I had not made a fledgling in all that time. I'd tried about 100
years ago, but I had chosen poorly and the girl had gotten herself
killed, finding herself too far from home and her blessed darkness
when the sun rose, and she was cremated by the sun. I had sunk into
despair after that, vowing to never try again.
 
Then Alex had come along. I had searched for Zebrosia for years,
thinking to mend the rift between us. I didn't know if we could ever
totally forgive one another, but I was fast approaching the point of
unbearable loneliness. My mortal lovers were no longer slaking my
lust. The excitement of hypnotizing and taking a mortal under false
pretenses grows dim very fast. Yes, they are willing, but only
because they are hypnotized. And they can never stay with you.
 
As a vampire, you don't age. I was forever as I looked when I was 25
years old. Oh, my skin grew paler by the year, my body harder by the
year, but my features did not change other than to maybe grow slightly
more smooth, with no trace of wrinkles ever again. This only enhanced
my youthful appearance. Fortunately, I looked to be in my mid 30s when
I was 25, and so I was able to enter the mortal world in more
positions than had I looked to be fresh out of school.  I never stayed
in one place more than fifty years in the last three centuries. My
lack of aging became obvious to those around me and I was forced to
move on when they become suspicious.
 
I've only been here less than a year and so hoped that I could enjoy a
long run with Alex in this fair city. We lived in Falls Church and I
owned a townhouse in Georgetown, but we hunted in D.C. or even further
a field so as not to soil where we slept, so to speak.
 
I was in love with Alex and could not imagine giving him up now, and
it's only been a very short time. I was drawn to him from the moment I
saw him with Spender. I sensed his hatred for the man and his ties to
him that he was unable to break. That was another thing he was
grateful to me for. He was not sorry C.G.B. Spender was a corpse. For
the first time in over a century, I had found someone worthy of my
love, one who I could dare to trust and love with all my heart. He had
no family to bind him to his mortal life. They were all gone.
 
He was mine completely now. All I had to do was keep him. I squeezed
him tight, wondering if I would be able to do it.
 
PART 3 (PG-13)
HOOVER BUILDING
D.D. SKINNER'S OFFICE
MONDAY MORNING
 
Skinner was recently promoted to Deputy Director. Having more clout,
he had managed to keep the X-Files directly under his supervision,
rather than assigning them to another Assistant Director. He was our
direct supervisor, but D.D. Fair had made no secret of the fact that
he was interested in our work.
 
I wasn't sure whether to trust him or not yet. But I was inclined to
hope that the X-Files was dawning on a new season of never before seen
prosperity, with support in the brass of the Bureau. Having not
one, but two Deputy Directors in your corner certainly couldn't hurt!
 
We entered Skinner's office, prepared to hear the usual incredulity at
our report. We'd handed it in first thing. Now, two hours later, we
were summoned to his office to discuss the case. Kimberly, his
secretary, ushered us into the office.
 
He began speaking before we were seated. "I've read your reports. I
have some questions."
 
"We figured you would, Sir," Scully answered.
 
He looked at me. "The problem I have is the lack of evidence."
 
"For which part, Sir?"
 
He scowled, but then realized it was a fair question. "The killer,
Agent Mulder, was a vampire."
 
"Let's forget for a minute that I don't believe in vampires."
 
"O.K., Sir," I said, unable to help the smirk in the corner of my
mouth as I tried to suppress a smile.
 
Scully frowned at my amusement and Skinner scowled again. "What
happened to the body?"
 
"We explained that, Sir," I answered. "It was burned."
 
"Where are the bones, Agent Mulder?"
 
"There are none. He was completely incinerated, as if he'd been
cremated. We bagged the ashes in evidence bags before returning.
They are being analyzed now."
 
"You expect me to believe that this ... vampire ... went up like a
human torch with no fuel source in sight?"
 
Scully intervened. "We don't know, Sir. There may have been a fuel
source."
 
"Oh, come on, Scully!" I said, only slightly raising my voice. "You
said exactly what I did."
 
"I don't know what I saw."
 
"Yes ... YOU ... DO!" I said, getting angry now, but not wanting to
have this confrontation in front of Skinner.
 
Her lips thinned and I knew she was as angry as I was. "All right. I
saw the man burst into flames. Was he doused with gasoline or
kerosene by someone waiting in the wings outside?  We have no way
of knowing," she stated.
 
I sighed heavily, reining in my annoyance. Her blatant refusal to
believe what was right in front of her was fast becoming the sole
sticking point in our relationship. I could understand when
she refused to believe things she hadn't seen and couldn't be proven
with her infernal science. But to refuse to believe what your own
eyes told you ... that was taking denial to a whole new level.
 
"There wasn't enough time, Sir, for anyone to add a fuel source. He
was chucked out a window and was in flames within five seconds of
hitting the ground."
 
"Who do you think did it?" Skinner asked.
 
"I think whoever Krycek's master is was there, some man he calls
Gareth."
 
Skinner removed his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I'm
also supposed to believe that Alex Krycek is a vampire now. That's a
whole issue of debate. But let's say for the sake of argument that I
can believe he saved your life from whomever this killer was.  It
takes a killer to destroy a killer sometimes. That much I can buy.
Alex is surprising sometimes, and always has been stronger than he
looks. I can even buy him tossing this scrawny person out a window.
I'm inclined to believe he killed him with a knife to the jugular.
Why? Who knows why Alex Krycek does anything?" he finished, sighing
again in frustration.
 
He put his glasses back on and looked at me again. "What am I
supposed to think here? Besides that you have gone completely around
the bend?"
 
I smiled at that. He wouldn't be the first one to think that. "Sir,
I've encountered vampires before. You read that file."
 
He narrowed his gaze at me, knowing of my tryst with the female in
that case. I'd broken down and told him. He'd swore he would never
tell Scully should she ever be returned to me. Of course, I think he
was convinced at the time that she wasn't coming back.
 
"One of them worked in a blood bank and drank blood."
 
"Yes, I remember. But I never bought your assertion that he was a
vampire. I thought that he was probably some delusional maniac who
THOUGHT he was a vampire.   Or the other possibility is as Agent
Scully has suggested in her Report.  There are diseases, such as
Schere's Disease, that can make people crave the iron in blood."
 
"Delusional behavior is not a symptom of Schere's Disease," Scully
clarified.
 
"No," Skinner replied, "But someone who had the disease could become
delusional and combine the two situations couldn't they?"
 
"Anything's possible," she conceded.
 
"This isn't Schere's Disease and neither was that case. These things
exist. Hell, I was skeptical too.  They were one of the few things I
DIDN'T believe in. But before the end of that case, I was convinced.
Now, they weredestroyed by fire, just like this guy was. I think the
sun and fire are the only things that can destroy them."
 
"I'm going to leave that alone for a minute. How do the ghosts fit in
here?"
 
"We don't think the ghosts are related, Sir," Scully stated.
 
"Oh, the ghosts aren't related to the vampires. Well, that's a
relief!" he exclaimed sarcastically.
 
Scully blinked slowly, gathering her composure. "By that, Sir, we mean
that ... we think the ghosts were indeed haunting the house, but they
were not the ones killing the occupants. We think maybe whoever was
killing the occupants used the ghosts, or the ghost stories, to
frighten the occupants and make them paranoid."
 
"Meaning he knew of the folk lore that the house was haunted and did
things to make the people think it was and perpetuate the legend?"
 
"Exactly."
 
"That's crap," Mulder interjected.  Scully gave me a dirty look.
"Whether
she's willing to admit or not, we know those ghosts were real. Nobody
was moving things around that house to make the occupants think it was
haunted. It WAS haunted, and those ghosts were there. She saw them.
I saw them. Damn it, I'm not going to deny what my own eyes told me."
 
We all sat in silence. Scully finally broke the silence. "I guess
our opposing versions of events will have to stand in the file, Sir,
and it will have to be marked solved as to the murders and unsolved as
to the haunting or the nature of the perpetrator."
 
"What else is new?" he muttered.
 
"I accidentally overheard something recently," Scully blurted out,
surprising us both.  It might be important, and I was curious myself
because of things I can't quite explain yet.
 
"What did you hear, and about whom?" Skinner asked.
 
"About D.D. Fair. This may have nothing to do with anything, but I
thought it was interesting."
 
I was wary now. I knew she didn't want to trust him like I did.
"What are you talking about, Scully?"
 
"I overhead his secretary talking to one of the female agents."
 
"And?" Skinner prompted.
 
"They were discussing .. his size and .. the fact that they thought he
was ... very good looking," she practically stammered, earning a scowl
from me.
 
Skinner scowled again. "And what does that have to do with anything?"
 
"Yeah. What does that have to do with anything?" I repeated, having
felt a twinge when she acknowledged the good looks of our new
benefactor.
 
"Well, they went on to talk about how he never goes outside during the
day and he specifically requested an office with no windows."
 
"And?" Skinner prompted.
 
"Well, don't you think that's strange? His secretary said he comes in
before dawn and leaves after dark, every night. I know we all work
weird hours, but that seems excessive. Then his secretary mentioned
that he rarely brings lunch and if he does, he often gives it away.
She's never actually seen him eat anything."
 
"He is new, Agent Scully. He may be trying to make a good
impression."
 
"Maybe."
 
"You think there's more to it?" Skinner asked.
 
"I don't know. I just thought it was peculiar and that it was worth
knowing."
 
"Duly noted, Agent Scully," Skinner acknowledged, frowning. He was
clearly confused by her interest in these seemingly insignificant
facts. I was too.
 
Then the light bulb went on. "Wait a minute. Are you saying that you
suspect him of something?"
 
"Not necessarily."
 
"What are you talking about now?" Skinner asked, clearly annoyed at
this point.
 
I looked at him.  "What are the main characteristics of vampirism in
folk lore, Sir? Think about it.  Sensitivity to light.  Total
nocturnal dwelling.  And they don't eat. They drink blood, no need for
regular food."
 
"This is ridiculous!" Skinner exclaimed, throwing his arms up in the
air and slapping them back down on the desk.
 
"I don't believe he's a vampire!" Scully said, her voice slightly
raised with embarrassment.
 
"Then what are you saying, Agent Scully?" Skinner asked.
 
"I just think he's a strange man. And I think it's strange that he is
so interested in what we do. And as you said, people can be
delusional and appear perfectly normal. They can think ... they are
something or someone else if their delusion is great enough."
 
Just then, Skinner's intercom buzzed. He pressed a button on his
phone, and said, "What is it, Kimberly? I told you I didn't want to
be disturbed."
 
"I know, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir. But D.D. Fair is here and says he
needs to see you as soon as possible."
 
"Send him in," he said. "Fair wants to see me," he said quickly,
warning us to put our conversation on hold.
 
As if our conversation had conjured him up, he opened the door softly
and came into the room. I was struck by two things again. One was
how silent he was for such an enormous man. He almost didn't look
real he was so huge. His longish hair curled over his collar, barely
keeping within FBI regulations and probably pushing the envelope.
 
He was dressed impeccably in what had to be a custom made suit for his
gigantic frame. It hugged his shoulders and tapered nicely into a
trim waist that was huge, but proportional to the rest of him. The
suit was a charcoal gray, his shirt light gray, and his tie black.
His shoes were shiny and looked new. He smiled and I found myself
sucking in my breath.
 
His smile was breathtaking. I glanced at Scully and found her staring
as well. Somehow, despite my own inability not to stare, I found her
appraisal annoying. The green-eyed monster was rearing its ugly
head. I imagined this man could have any woman he pleased and
probably did on a regular basis. I knew Scully wasn't prone to
flights of fancy or impromptu affairs. But Christ, I would almost
find him hard to resist if he put the moves on me, and I wasn't even
gay.
 
Skinner was the only one who remained cool, seemingly unintimidated
and similarly unimpressed by either his size or his looks. "D.D.
Fair. What seems to be the problem?"
 
"I'm sorry to interrupt your meeting. However, Agents Mulder and
Scully should hear this anyway."
 
"What's that, Sir?" I asked.
 
Skinner flashed me a warning look to keep my mouth shut. He
approached the desk and laid a small metal circle on the edge of
Skinner's desk that looked like a watch battery.
 
"What is it?" Skinner asked.
 
I peered closer, as did Scully.
 
Fair answered, "It's a bug. Highly advanced one too, government issue
only."
 
Skinner's eyes snapped up to his. He backed up his chair slightly and
I could tell he didn't like Fair towering over him.
 
Fair turned and grabbed a chair from the corner and came over to sit
next to Scully. He was apparently aware of the effect of his size and
sitting down minimized it.
 
"Where did you get it?" Skinner asked.
 
"From behind my clock in my office."
 
Skinner's eyes widened slightly. His lips pursed. "Any idea who put
it there?"
 
"I think Spender put it there."
 
"Why's that?"
 
"I didn't suspect a thing, but after Agents Mulder and Scully's case
in Connecticut and his body being found there, I surmised he found out
somehow where they were going. I still didn't think of this;  I
thought it was probably a leak through accounting or my secretary or
something."
 
"What made you check for bugs?"
 
"Agent Mulder suggested it."
 
He nodded his approval at me and I smiled weakly.
 
Skinner scowled again. "Spender's dead."
 
"Yes, but I'm fairly certain he placed this before he was killed. I
had the lab disable it. Who knows where the listening end of it is."
 
Skinner opened the file. "I'll note it in the file and that you think
it is related to this case."
 
Fair nodded. "Well, I don't know if it's any help, but I wanted you
all to know about it."
 
"Thank you, Sir," Scully replied.
 
He nodded and smiled flirtatiously at her. I couldn't believe it when
she blushed.
 
"Can I ask you a question?" I asked suddenly, annoyed and hating
myself for being jealous.
 
"Certainly, Agent Mulder?" he replied quietly.
 
Skinner's voice held warning, "Agent Mulder ... "
 
"Why do you never go out in the sun?" I blurted out.
 
He smiled slowly. He glanced at the case file on Skinner's desk. "Do
you think I'm a vampire, Agent Mulder?"
 
I swallowed, suddenly uncomfortable under his steady gaze. "Just
answer the question," I demanded.
 
I fully expected him to tell me to go fuck myself any minute, or rant
about how ridiculous I was. Instead he raised his eyebrows and smiled
widely, apparently amused.
 
"I have a condition called Discoid Lupus Erythematosus."
 
I frowned, barely registering the big words. Scully knew them, though.
"That's would explain it," she said, sounding relieved to have a valid
excuse for his odd behavior.
 
"How about explaining it to me?" I asked testily.
 
He grinned and she turned to me, annoyed at the rudeness I couldn't
seem to rein in. I was this man's advocate and now I'm jealous of him.
I
knew Scully loved me.  What the hell was wrong with me? I wondered
 
Scully turned to me and said, "Lupus that causes extreme
photosensitivity to UV rays.  Discoid is the least debilitating but
it's certainly an issue to be addressed by anyone that suffers from
the disease."
 
"In English?" Skinner requested.
 
She smiled at him. "Sunlight burns his skin.  Hurts like hell.  It's
an allergy to UV rays, actually."
 
"Ouch," Skinner winced as he sympathized.
 
Fair nodded humbly. "It sucks, frankly," he said in plain language.
 
Scully and Skinner chuckled. I didn't. I stared at him, seeing
something odd in his eyes when he looked at me, almost through me.
 
Scully suddenly put her hand on his forearm where it rested on the
chair arm. I swore I saw him shudder as he turned his regard to her.
She said softly, "I'm sorry, Sir. That's got to be a difficult thing
to live with."
 
He smiled gently. "I'm used to it. I figure I've got quite a few
good years left."
 
"Of course! I'm sure you do, Sir. I didn't mean to imply ..."
 
"If I take care of myself, my life span doesn't need to be
unnecessarily shortened. I'm still a young man."
 
"Yes, you are, Sir. I'm sorry ..."
 
"Stop apologizing, Agent Scully. It's no big deal, my cross to bear."
 
"So that's why you have an office with no windows."
 
"And why I come in before dawn and leave after dark." He chuckled and
then teased, "They think I'm soooo dedicated."
 
We all laughed then. We couldn't help it. His easy acceptance of a
critical medical condition was inspirational, even if I hated him more
every second for the way he looked at Scully.
 
"I'll be going now." He looked at each of us in turn. "I hear the
rumors, Agents. I know everyone is trying to figure me out. But
frankly, I don't announce my condition. I don't want the Agents under
me to perceive it as a weakness. Can you understand that?"
We all nodded. "I'd appreciate you keeping this to yourselves. I'd
rather deal with the rumors."
 
"We understand, Ken. Thanks for bringing this down. I'll bag it for
evidence in the file."
 
"Talk to you all later." He turned on his heel and exited.
 
I noticed again the curious ... stillness about him. He was almost
statue-like, but that's not quite the term I was looking for. He
wasn't rigid in his stance or anything but he appeared ... hard, his
facial features moving little except when he smiled.  I decided I was
probably reading way too much into this.
 
"You could have blown it there, Agent Mulder," Skinner stated frankly.
 
"I'm sorry. I didn't want to pass up the opportunity to ask."
 
Skinner gave me the look that said he knew I was full of shit.
"You're lucky he didn't tell you it was none of your friggin'
business."
 
"I know. I'm sorry. I don't know what got into me."
 
He looked at me again, clearly telling me he knew exactly what got
into me and I had better knock it off. "That will be all Agents," he
said as he dismissed us with a wave.
 
We stood and made our way out, finding Kimberly blushing and looking
at the back side of D.D. Fair as he exited the vestibule into the
hallway. I thought, 'Damn, what I wouldn't do to have that effect on
women. Well at least one woman in particular.'
 
PART 4 (NC-17)
KENDALL FAIR'S MANSION
FALLS CHURCH, VA
10 WEEKS LATER
 
One month later, it began. The event that I'd known was coming.
Bloodless bodies began showing up. First in Augusta, Georgia and then
Atlanta. The next ones were found in Aiken, the southern part of
South Carolina, a mere 17 miles from Augusta, Georgia. Always,
there were two. Hilton Head, South Carolina, Raleigh and Valdese,
North Carolina. And finally coming close. Williamsburg, West
Virginia, Richmond, now D.C. I knew Falls Church was next. By the
time she hit North Carolina, I could sense her. I think I'd been
sensing her all along. Those feelings of foreboding I had must surely
have been her.
 
I tried to reach out to her and ask her to meet with me. But she
cloaked her mind well and I couldn't pinpoint her location or get
inside. But I knew she was there, lurking on the outside, and it was
a matter of time before we met. Judging by her audacious attempts to
expose us and lead authorities to my door by leaving a trail of
blood, our meeting would not be amicable. It would be a battle.
 
I dreaded it at the same time that I looked forward to it. I dreaded
it because I didn't know how powerful she was now. For that matter,
I didn't know how powerful I was at this time. I tried practicing
various skills and pushing myself to the limit. I looked forward to
it only to end this thing once and for all. At the end, I would
either be free of her forever more, or I would be destroyed. I was
sick of living with this impending cloud over my shoulder. I had no
intention of spending the rest of my undead years alone.
 
Alex agreed to spar with me, even knowing he could get hurt. We
practiced trying to invade one another's minds while blocking the
other out. I was much better at this than he, but he wasn't bad. His
power had grown enormously in a short time.
 
I fed, I steeped the blood, and I shared with Alex. He quickly gained
skills. By the day, his powers increased. I was frantic now to make
him as strong as possible. The day had come. I had to tell him the
whole truth. I had to prepare him for what might be ... the end ...
for both of us.
 
When I'd told him she was coming and that was the reason for all this
exercising, he did not rant and rave and call me names like I had
expected. He stared at me, his face falling into a frown. His eyes
were moist, but no tears fell. He graced me with such a look of
betrayal it speared my heart in two.
 
After a long silence, he said, "All this time, you knew she would
come. Even I did, by the way you talked. But you knew all along
didn't you? You knew that her coming would mean she was out to
destroy me ... and you withheld that from me."
 
"I had hoped it wouldn't come to that," I replied quietly.
 
"But you knew."
 
"Yes, I suspected that would be the case. Would it have changed your
decision to take the blood?"
 
He didn't answer my question, but only said, "You lied to me."
 
"No. I truly wasn't sure. And ... if I lied, it was by omission, not
to mislead you. Omission to protect you."
 
"You should have told me. You're motives don't mean anything to me
now. All I feel is ... how could you keep this from me?"  He
swallowed, reining in his hurt and emotional upset.  Then whispered,
his voice a violent hiss, "I trusted you.  Do you know how hard that
is for me?"
 
He was clearly thinking that he'd been an idiot to trust me.  That he
should have known better than to trust anyone ever again.  And he
wouldn't admit it, but because he loved me, this hurt him even more.
He felt betrayed, not protected, simply because I hadn't given him all
the facts.  I had withheld part of the danger from him.  I'm sure my
forthrightness about what he would be sacrificing had been part of the
reason he'd agreed to do it, because he felt that I was withholding
nothing from him, being totally honest with him simply by virtue of
telling him the down side of all this.  Now he was finding out that I
hadn't told him everything.  I scanned him a little deeper and
realized he was replaying every betrayal by everyone in his life and
beating himself up more than he was blaming me.  My heart ached for
him and his pain.  I realized my mistake immediately.  I should have
told him I was beholden for permission to make him and that there
might be consequences.  I had truly hoped I wouldn't have to pay those
consequences.
 
I suppressed a sob and reached for him, but he batted my hand away
like lightning and turned his back to me. "Alex, please. I screwed up.
I should have told you everything from the beginning, but you have to
understand."
 
"Understand what?" he asked through clenched teeth, his back still to
me. "That you made me knowing I would be destroyed?"
 
"I haven't had anyone in so ... long. I needed you, Alex. I just
wanted a little time where life wasn't so ... fucked up. I wanted to
enjoy being with you, having you by my side, teaching you all the
things my master never taught me. I wanted ... for the first time in
a century, to share my life with someone ... and not have it be all
cloak and dagger ... just enjoy loving you for a while. And I don't
know that you will be destroyed. I will do everything in my power to
prevent that from happening."
 
He turned to me now. I didn't hide any of my emotions. I'd told him
my feelings for him. But truth be told, I'd always held back some.
I'd wanted that dominant position in his life. I wanted his gratitude
and his submissiveness. Now I realized all that did was feed my ego.
And if I lost him ... my ego was pretty useless either way. I wanted
a companion, not lap dog. And so I let him see me, my face and my
mind wide open. I let him see the sadness.
 
He entered my mind and I let him in, no barriers. I didn't even give
a token resistance. I thought of losing him, and let the crushing
despair, sadness and heartache that thought caused broadcast itself to
him. A wounded sound escaped the back of my throat, "Ahhh ..."
 
He gasped at the depth of my emotion for him. "I love you, Alex.
Please don't be angry with me. Stay with me. We need each other. I
need you ... and whether you believe me or not, you need me. Together
we might be able to defeat her, be done with her forever. Alone ...
I wouldn't put any money on the outcome for either one of us."
 
He was still as a statue and silent for a long time. Then he nodded
and said, "One condition."
 
"Anything, love."
 
"No secrets ... EVER again. Not for the sake of peace, not for the
sake of protection. For no reason ... NO secrets. I'd rather be
upset, angry, frightened ... anything ... anything but lied to. I
can't TAKE betrayal, Gareth. I've had too much of it in my life. I
can't ... no, I WON'T tolerate it!" His voice was rising in volume.
"Do you have any idea how hard it was for me to trust you? Huh? To
let myself believe and put myself in your hands completely? To let
myself be vulnerable and hurt by you for a greater end? To know that
for a while, I would be one hundred percent dependent on you? Do you
have any FUCKING idea how hard that was for me?" he screamed at the
end.
 
His chin quivered with emotion as he once again tried to regain his
composure, embarrassed by his outburst and what he had just revealed
to me.
 
I was silent.
 
"I don't think you do," he croaked, his voice now barely above a
whisper.
 
"It's a deal, Alex. I swear. I'll never lie to you again. I'll
never keep anything from you no matter how painful the truth is. I'd
never harm you intentionally, Alex. You MUST believe me."
 
"It's a one shot deal, Gareth. Screw this up and I WILL leave you.
It's my black hole. Trust. I MUST have it ... from you. You MUST be
able to share everything with me. I can't have it any other way. I
just ... can't."
 
"You have it, Pet. Everything I am. No secrets."
 
"Promise me," he requested.
 
"I promise."
 
He came into my arms then and we embraced. I buried my nose in his
soft hair and sighed, letting the tears come. He shivered and held me
tight while I cried. I could feel his defenses lower and finally
crumple. We were going to be all right. But it had been a close
call.
 
I raised from his shoulder and he lifted his head to mine. Our lips
barely touched. His tongue snaked out hesitantly and I met it half
way, twirling my agile tongue around the end of his. Our tongues
elongated to a couple of inches outside our mouths. They tangled
gently and he moaned softly.
 
He pulled back. He wanted answers now before his arousal took him
over. It was time for me to prove my promise. "How close is she?"
 
"I can feel her, but I can't pinpoint her location. She been leaving
a trail of bodies from Augusta and on up the coastline. The police
are baffled, of course. But her latest kill was in D.C. I'm sure
she's heading here. I've sensed her, but she cloaks her mind well.
We need to be as good at it as she is. She will prey on your
weaknesses if she senses them." I stared at him, giving him a
significant look.
 
"Meaning if she senses my trust in you is broken ..."
 
"She will fill your head with lies and try to turn you against me."
 
"It won't happen."
 
"Don't be to quick to assume. Be sure of your feelings, Alex. Be
very sure. I know I don't deserve it. But I'm asking for your
complete faith. You must choose the depth of your devotion to me.
She will know, no matter what you tell yourself."
 
"Do you think she will try to bargain with you?"
 
"Maybe.  I just don't know. That's the problem. She may just attack.
Or she may be skilled in the art of subterfuge. I haven't seen her in
three hundred years, remember. I wish I knew more."
 
He hung his head. Softly, he said, "I do love you, Gareth."
 
"Sometimes that's not enough."
 
"It will be. That's why you ... hiding this from me ... hurt so much.
You don't realize how hard it is for me to love. I don't give my
heart away easily. I never have. I only have once before."
 
"What happened?"
 
"She betrayed me," he said without malice. That said it all. He
wouldn't be able to bear another lover betraying him. I vowed
silently to never let him down again.
 
"Did you ever reconcile yourself to the betrayal?"
 
"Yes. I realized much later she was only doing what she needed to do
to survive. Just like I did my whole life. I was on whatever side of
the fence seemed the safest at the moment. That didn't make it hurt
any less, though."
 
"You can't be wishy-washy in this situation. I have to ask for
everything, Alex. I'll give you all of me. But you have to do the
same."
 
"I know that, and I'm not divided. That's the whole point. I got
tired of playing both ends against the middle and never knowing if I
would be crushed in between. I needed to believe in something. I
needed to take a stand or have no self-respect left. I made a
gigantic leap of faith with you, Gareth."
 
"And I've let you down. I'm sorry, Alex. I swear on my honor. It
won't happen again."
 
He smiled softly then, his lips closed. "I believe you."
 
"Do you?"
 
"Yes. I forget how long you've lived. I know loneliness, Gareth. I
thought no one knew it better than I. Loneliness and I have been
bosom buddies for many years. I can't even imagine the depth of your
loneliness all these years."
 
I swallowed and licked my lips. "Your melancholy may have been one of
the things that drew me to you. I sensed that you might understand how
utterly alone I felt. I've lived among mortals just to have contact
with other minds. But it's not the same. It's a band-aid, but it
doesn't cure the problem. I still haven't had anyone that I could let
know me for who ... and WHAT I am."
 
"I did understand your need for companionship and your loneliness.
And I thought we could cure that for each other. And we did."
 
"Do we still?"
 
"Yes. You cure my loneliness anyway."
 
"You're giving me a second chance. Not to be your master, but to be
your friend and companion. That's what I want, Alex. I want a friend
and a lover. Someone I can count on to watch my back."
 
He stepped into me again. "I've got your back, partner."
 
I chuckled and embraced him again. "Let's make love, dear Alex.
Let's reconnect the way we do so well."
 
"Have you fed?"
 
"Yes, earlier when you were spying on Mulder and Scully."
 
"What are we doing with them?"
 
"I don't know. They've looked for her. And once the bodies started
showing up, you knew they were following the trail. But they have
been unable to catch up with her. And they won't if she doesn't want
to be caught up to."
 
"Did they ask you about the bodies?"
 
I had told him of the bodies and that we would need to figure out who
was exposing us. I'd already known, but had kept it from him. I
regretted it now. He'd gone on his merry way, thinking this was
another rogue like David that we would easily take out when the time
was right.
 
"Yes, after the first two, they came to me and told me. In fact, they
heard about them before I did. I started following her trail then. I
can't find her, though. I know where's she been, but that doesn't help
me much. But I feel her presence all the time now. She is close."
 
He took my hand. "Well, we'll just have to be ready for her then."
 
I smiled sadly at him. "I love you so well, Alex. I don't deserve
you."
 
"No, actually, I probably don't deserve you. But I'll take you
anyway, because that's the kind of guy I am," he teased gently.
 
I chuckled now. "Let's go. There's nothing more we can do tonight."
 
I turned and he walked beside me, holding my hand. We ascended the
sweeping staircase off the foyer that led to the second story. We
were perfectly silent on the carpeted floor, practicing our stealth
unconsciously even when it wasn't necessary. Hopefully, this
heightened sense of awareness and caution would not have to last
forever. Everyone needs someone who can know them completely and love
them unconditionally. Mulder and Scully had found that in each other.
I wanted it with Alex. Without a companion for the ages, continuing
to live on was just too hard. I was weary of existing alone.
 
This was the end of the line for me. I would have Alex or I would
die. Zebrosia probably knew exactly how many of us there were left in
the world. She'd always kept a tight rein on the numbers, and for
good reason. Too many become too visible and threaten the existence
of all. I understood that. She'd always been the undisputed Queen of
the Blood Drinkers. The oldest known blood drinker. If there was one
older, I knew nothing of them.
 
But this wasn't about numbers. No, I hadn't asked permission to bring
Alex to me like I had been commanded to do three hundred years ago.
But she'd not made herself available for the asking, either. No, this
was personal. I'd killed her favorite companion. She'd purposely
hidden herself from me and left me to suffer our unresolved feud ...
alone. Somehow, she'd known this was worse penance than being
destroyed. Somehow, she knew of my desire to have someone to call my
own. And for 300 years, she'd denied me this comfort. I'd had no
choice, I told myself, but to take my chances. I'd searched too long
and been alone to long. I simply couldn't bear it anymore.
 
It would end here, for better or worse. I'd made my bed. Now I had
to lie in it, so to speak. Being destroyed didn't scare me all that
much, to be honest. Seeing Alex destroyed was what twisted a knife in
my heart. Were that to happen, I would probably destroy myself. I
just didn't have the heart to go on alone anymore.
 
XXXXXXXXXX
THIS PORTION NC-17
 
We reached the bedroom and undressed silently, letting our hands roam
over one another's bodies. He was hard and solid against my chest,
his hands squeezing my ass the way I liked. I leaned in and kissed
his neck, snaking a hand between his legs from the rear to cup his
balls and fondle gently. He moaned and tipped his ass up to give me
better access. I continued to suckle his neck, feeling the familiar
rush of arousal that always came the instant I touched him.
 
The few times I'd let him take me, I'd been a non-participant, like I
was doing him a favor. I realized this was another way of withholding
myself from him and it wasn't fair. I was turning over a new leaf.
If I asked for his total trust, I had to be willing to give it as
well.
 
He backed up to lay on the bed and I stopped him. He looked at me
curiously when I spun his back to the room and laid down on my back,
spreading my legs and lifting my knees slightly. "Come here, lover."
 
His eyes were wide and he panted faster as he crawled onto the bed on
all fours. He slid between my legs and lowered himself down, dragging
his chest up over mine until he reached my mouth. His mouth was
hungry when it came down on mine and I let him devour me, painting my
mouth with his agile tongue.
 
I shuddered as his hands pinched my nipples and I hissed with
pleasure, my fangs extending. He threw his head back as I grasped his
cock and pumped him gently. His mouth opened on a groan and I saw his
teeth lengthen as mine just had. My skin was warm from having fed
earlier in the evening. His was cold and the contrast was delicious.
His cock was hard as steel, as cool as glass, but it throbbed mightily
in my hand and expanded with every beat of his heart that pumped his
borrowed blood.
 
I let go of him and he moaned. "Awww, felt so good."
 
"This will feel better," I murmured and spread my legs wide, hoisting
my thick legs into the air by grasping myself behind the knees. My
stomach muscles curled into tight knots with my position and clenched
further in anticipation when I saw the expression of wonder on his
face. "Like this?" he whispered, a touch of amazement in his voice.
 
"Yes, Pet. Take me just like this and look into my eyes when you do."
 
He hoisted himself into the right position, his cool cock resting
lightly at my entrance. His elbows came down on the bed next to my
torso. I was too big for him to tower over me. He raised his eyes to
mine and when he stretched his neck up and I turned my head down, our
lips could meet.
 
We kissed languidly, enjoying the fission of arousal that was
building. "Come inside," I said softly, my voice an octave lower.
 
He stared at me and braced himself. No words were spoken as he shoved
suddenly, impaling me on his rock hard cock. I groaned as he spread
my ass wide in one decisive stroke and pushed deep until our nuts were
crushed together. He began to pump his hips, slowly at first,
savoring the feeling.
 
He blinked slowly and grunted softly with each impact that buried him
deep. I tightened my ass muscles as much as I could and rhythmically
milked his shaft. I whispered, "Make it last as long as you can,
lover."
 
He nodded. "Oh, Jesus, this is good," he panted.
 
I smiled at him and he returned it, never losing his rhythm, sinking,
retreating, sinking, retreating. I felt him expand inside me and
moaned as his next stroke sunk deeper into me, asking a little more of
my sphincter muscle as it widened to accommodate him.
 
His strokes were languid but his face was anything but composed. He
grimaced with pleasure, moaning, "Awwww, yeah," every time his cock
expanded, journeying deeper inside me.
 
I felt his mind touch mine and I spoke to him inside his head,*Come
inside, lover.*
 
His mind melded with mine, sinking deep. I let him past the final
wall and he was so deep inside me, at my core. I recalled every
feeling of excitement I'd had since seeing him, showing him pictures
of himself as I saw him ... graceful, fierce, loyal, sexy beyond
compare.
 
He stuttered inside my head, *Awww, Jesus. Awww, God, Gareth. Oh,
you make me wild. I lust so for you. Mmmm, fuck! Yes! Awww, yeah,
take me deep, deeper. Ahhh, man, I love you.*
 
My heart melted. I sank gently into his mind and felt his awe, his
reverence, his feeling of belonging when he was with me, of finally
having found his place in the world. No wonder he'd been so shaken by
my withheld information. I hadn't just threatened our relationship.
It had threatened this sense of belonging, something he felt for the
first time ever in his life. And the best, I felt his trust, flowing
out of him and flowing into me.
 
His hips sped up and his head fell to my breast as his breathing
increased and he grunted with every stroke. He was big now, punching
deep into my core, burying himself to the balls every time, keeping me
stretched. The feeling was divine. I roared with pleasure,
"Arrrrrgggg, yyeeaaahhh!"
 
He kissed my nipple and I felt his fang pierce my skin. He jerked his
head up. "Sorry! It was an accident!"
 
I cupped his head and brought it back down, feeling my skin itch and
burn where his fang had pierced me, right next to my nipple. *It's
O.K. Drink.*
 
"What?" he asked out loud.
 
*Go ahead. Drink from there. It doesn't matter.*
 
"Oh, Ggoodd, yes!" he moaned and bit into my breast, his fangs on
either side of my nipple, his bottom teeth, worrying my nipple that
was rigid as a pebble.
 
"Oh fuck!" I shouted aloud, as I felt it burn as he suckled hard,
pulling the blood into his mouth through my toughened skin. Every
pull made my nipple pinch and burn. There was a main vein here. He had
to pull hard to draw the blood from the muscle of my chest. The blood
in my skin and muscle was nearly crystallized with age. It hurt, but
the sensations went right to my cock and I felt myself throb and
enlarge. It was erotic pain at its finest.
 
He growled with pleasure and I shouted to him internally, *Fuck me,
Alex. With everything you have. Oh that's so good. Suck my tit!
Oh, baby, suck it hard as you can! Make it hurt!*
 
He grunted loudly, his hips speeding up to pummel my ass. He inhaled
deeply through his nose and suckled very, veerryy hard!
 
My entire body seized with the sensations he was causing me. No one
had ever suckled my breast before. His pulling and licking my nipple
at the same time was driving me beyond any ecstasy I'd ever felt. My
nuts convulsed and without warning began to fire sperm up my shaft. I
tingled all over from my toes to my scalp. I hissed long and loud in
orgasmic ecstasy, my cock pouring my seed onto my stomach between us.
It ran down my sides, his stomach dragging over it with every thrust.
His hands reached above his head and he cupped my shoulders, using
them for leverage to pound himself into my body harshly, increasing
the violence of his thrusts.
 
I was keening, hissing and spitting as I emptied my over inflated
balls. He lifted his fangs from my skin and jerked as if having a
seizure. "Aaaaaahhhhhh, aaaaaaahhhhhh, aaaaaahhhhhh, FUCK YEEESSSSS!"
he screamed as his cock throbbed and began blowing me full of his cold
seed. "OH HOLY SHIT, GAARREETTHH! OH GOD, OH SHIT, OH GOD, COMING SO
HARD! OH, AWWW, HOW CAN IT BE THIS GOOD?! AAAAHHHH, FUCK, HOW CAN I
COME THIS LONG?! SO HARD."
 
He paused, screamed and hissed unintelligibly as we both continued to
orgasm. Our minds sunk deeply together. I released a cascade of
memories, feelings, snapshots of him, shouting my devotion and love to
him through our connection. Then he shattered my heart by screaming
inside my mind, "OH DAMN. OH FUCK, YOU DO LOVE ME! YOU OWN MY SOUL.
I'M ALL YOURS! I LOVE YOU! MMAASSTTEERR!"
 
I wept quietly with joy as my orgasm died down and he collapsed in a
heap on my chest. His hot tongue, in contrast to his cool skin,
snaked out and licked the dribble of blood near my nipple. My skin
was already completely healed over. I could still feel the sting of
his fangs and the burning in my nipples, though. We rode out the
tremors of the aftershocks from the unearthly orgasm we'd both
experienced.
 
XXXXXXXXXX END NC-17 PORTION
 
He was a body blanket sprawled on top of me. I let my legs down and
cradled him on my body, wrapping my arms around him and letting his
head rest on my breastbone. I perched my chin on his head and moved
it over his soft hair, letting my breath flutter it across his
forehead. I kissed his hair and squeezed him tight.
 
He snuggled into me deeper, spreading his legs and straddling my hips,
but keeping his chest tight to mine. We stayed this way for a long
time. We were sticky and I didn't care. He was beginning to feel
warm from my blood. I sighed in contentment. Finally, I asked, *Are
you all right, Pet?*
 
*Never been better.*
 
*Are you embarrassed?*
 
*A little, but I meant it.*
 
*Pet?*
 
*Yeah?*
 
*That door swings both ways.*
 
His head lifted off my chest and he stared into my eyes. He said
nothing but I smiled at him. Out loud I said, "You own MY soul too,
Alex."
 
He started to shake his head. I cupped in both hands and kissed him
lightly. "No more Master."
 
"What do you mean?"
 
"I am your teacher, not your master. I am your lover, not your boss.
I am your companion, not your guardian. I am yours as much as you are
ever mine. Do you understand?"
 
He licked his lips, his fangs now tucked snugly into his gums. He
smiled an odd smile, "You mean it?"
 
"Equals, Alex. From here on out."
 
He wrapped his arms around my neck and squeezed hard. "I've never
felt like this before," he said softly.
 
I tipped his face to mine and kissed him again softly. "I don't think
I have either, Alex. And I've been around a lot longer than you
have."
 
He laid his head back down. As we drifted off to sleep with the
coming of the dawn, he mumbled, "Love you."
 
I petted his hair and smiled down at the crown of head. "Love you
too, Pet."
 
He was already fast asleep, the coming dawn still taking his faculties
quicker than it took mine. I floated in a half sleep for quite some
time, plotting what we could do to prepare for the coming
confrontation with Zebrosia. There were so many variables. I hugged
him to me again and drifted off to sleep. My last thought was, 'I
won't lose you, Alex. I'll win or die trying.'
 
PART 5 (PG-13)
KENDALL FAIR'S MANSION
FALLS CHURCH, VA
 
I woke at sunset, surprised to find myself alone in the bed. I rose
and showered and pulled the soiled sheets off the bed. I dressed and
made my way downstairs. I went into the living room and found him
standing by the far wall near the fire place.
 
He knew I was there without looking up and immediately began speaking.
"Oh my God, Gareth. Something is really different."
 
"What do you mean? I asked as I entered the living room through he
arch. "Are you all right?"
 
"I feel weird. Wonderful but weird. I mean ... my body feels heavier
yet I feel lighter when I walk, almost like I'm gliding.
 
"What else?" I asked, my attention fully on him now. Knowing the
level of his abilities was critical as he developed.
 
"I feel stronger, Gareth."
 
"You get stronger every time you drink from me."
 
"This is different. A big jump. I mean I feel a LOT stronger."
 
"Let's go out in the country and test you."
 
He smiled and looked down at the fire place that was set with paper
and logs. The paper and two second later, the wood, burst into
flames! He'd lit it as easily as I could now! "Holy Shit, Alex!"
 
He moved so fast it was as if he'd vanished. My vampiric eyes
could track him, but I knew to a mortal it would be as if he'd simply
disappeared. He stood at my side and smiled a wide, lop-sided smile.
 
I looked closely and could see the changes in his skin. It was
smoother, whiter, and the laugh lines around his eyes were gone. I
touched his cheek. "My Lord, Alex. It was a few decades before
my skin was that texture."
 
"Maybe it all caught up to me. All this drinking from you."
 
"Maybe. But I think there's something else going on here. What was
different about last night?"
 
"We were fucking like bunnies?" he asked cheekily.
 
I laughed at his good humor. "That's nothing different," I teased
back.
 
He grinned but then got serious. "It was different, though. Even that
was different, Gareth, and you know it. It was so much more intense
than ever before." His voice dropped. "You let me in like never
before."
 
"I keep my promises, Alex. You'll never be on the outside again."
 
He darted in to me and kissed me, hard and quick.
 
I flashed on the image of him with his fangs sunk into my chest,
suckling me like a babe and how euphoric it had been. "Oh my God!" I
exclaimed.
 
"What?"
 
"I think I know what happened, Alex."
 
"Know what?"
 
"You drank from my chest, not my jugular."
 
He went still. "It was harder to pull it out."
 
"Yes, because you were literally sucking it out of my muscle tissue.
The blood as we age is absorbed into the skin and crystallizes. It's
what makes us so hard, our skin like leather, our faces more flawless.
That blood does not flow in our veins, Alex. It fills all the cells
of the once living skin and keeps it from decomposing."
 
"So it is ... the oldest blood in your body," he said as if the
light bulb went on in his head.
 
"Yes, and the strongest. That is why we say 'steeped in blood'. We
steep it. It sinks into our very skin, and gives us a body that lives
beyond mortal death."
 
"It was thick and very ... almost gelatin like."
 
I smiled. "I think I just figured out how we are going to make you
strong ... fast. God, why didn't I think of it before?"
 
"Did anyone ever do it for you?"
 
"No, I didn't know about it ... or I never thought of it. I'll bet
not many have, if any. This is all conjecture."
 
"Sounds like more than conjecture."
 
"We'll have to test it tonight."
 
"You want me to drink again from your ... "
 
"From my breast, Pet. Yes, I do, every night from now on until this
battle is over."
 
His eyes sparkled with delight and anticipation. "That blood last
night was so ... " he licked his lips as if remembering the taste.
"I almost came the minute it hit my tongue."
 
I suppressed a shiver of excitement. "We're on to something, Alex.
If you enjoyed it more, all the better."
 
"Ooo, strong blood, and oh, by the way, the most intense ecstasy
you'll ever feel as a little ... side benefit," he said facetiously.
 
I laughed and pulled him to me. "Let's go hunt, love. I want to be
nice and full to replace what I'm going to lose."
 
He jerked back, having had a sudden thought. "I won't weaken you,
will I?"
 
"I hadn't thought of that. I don't feel weaker. Let's go test this
out. We'll have to play it by ear. This is all experimentation. I
could be wrong."
 
"It's the best theory I can think of."
 
"We don't have much time for trial and error. We'll have to hope I'm
right."
 
"If it weakens you, I will stop."
 
"No, we will just lesson your intake, some from my breast, some from
my neck. But you must become as strong as we can make you as fast as
we can. There is no pain?"
 
"No."
 
"I thought if you developed too rapidly, there would be pain."
 
"Maybe with regular blood there would be, but perhaps with this, the
restorative powers and the adjustment of the body is quicker as well."
 
"Only one way to find out."
 
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
 
HOOVER BUILDING
X-FILES BASEMENT OFFICE
TWO DAYS LATER
6:00 PM
 
We were working late ... again. I asked Mulder, "Do you really
believe him?"
 
"Him, who?" he asked.
 
"Alex. Do you really believe he has nothing to do with this?"
 
"I hate saying it, but yes. This time, I believe him."
 
I looked at him and he was gazing back at me. "I'm stumped."
 
"He said this was the work of a female vampire."
 
"I know what he said, but ..."
 
"You think it's him?"
 
"No ... maybe ... I don't know! There supposedly isn't just him.
There's this master of his, too. It could be him." I said in
frustration.
 
"I don't think it's him, Scully. Don't you remember what he said,
even before this all started?"
 
"At the farmhouse?"
 
"Yeah. The reason they killed that creature was because he was
leaving bodies about. He made a point of telling us that they don't
do that. They believe it exposes them to danger and discovery. He
and
... whoever this Master is of his, dispose of the bodies or don't kill
them ... or cover it up somehow."
 
"Maybe something changed for him ... or them."
 
"What?"
 
"I don't know."
 
"These killings started in Augusta. They were here."
 
"We think they were here. Mulder, we saw them ... fly, for Christ
sakes! Who knows how quickly they could get to Atlanta and back."
 
"You believe your eyes now?" he asked, wearing a slightly amused
expression at my admission of seeing Alex and his master fly.
 
I sighed deeply. "I guess I have to, don't I?"
 
"You don't have to do anything, Scully. The point is that you either
believe he is what he says he is, or you don't. Either way, he could
have killed us easily many times and he hasn't. I'm not saying that
makes him Little Lord Fauntleroy, but it does speak in his favor. I
don't think he wants us harmed."
 
"We need to talk to him again. We need more information on this ...
female vamp..."
 
"You rang?" a voice sounded from the doorway.
 
We both started and looked up to find Alex Krycek leaning negligently
against the door jamb. "Jesus, Krycek! Make some freakin' noise, would
you?" Mulder scolded.
 
"Sorry," he shrugged, unapologetic.
 
"How did you get in here?" I asked.
 
"Friends in high places," he replied cryptically.
 
"We were just talking about you," Mulder admitted.
 
"So I heard. The lovely Agent Scully isn't convinced I'm innocent."
 
I stared at him, refusing to back down. My lips pursed in an
expression of annoyance and he burst out laughing.
 
"I don't think this is funny, Krycek! People are dying out there ...
fast!"
 
His laughter died down. "I don't think it's funny either. It was
just your spunk and your expression of defiance that made me laugh."
 
"Oh, that makes me feel better," I said sarcastically.
 
"Having trouble?" he asked.
 
"We may have some leads," I said quietly.
 
He wore an amused smile now. "You can't lie to me, Scully. So stop
trying, all right?"
 
I gave him a dirty look and he turned his attention to Mulder, lifting
himself off the door jamb and advancing into the room. I backed away
from Mulder's desk where I had been standing and stopped in front of
my table. My hand went behind my back in an instinctive gesture,
feeling my weapon snugly secure in its holster at my low back.
 
He looked down at Mulder and without turning said, "You going to shoot
me, Agent Scully?"
 
"If you try to harm us, yes."
 
Mulder stood up, not liking Krycek towering over him as he sat in
his chair. He blinked hard and took Alex's measure, his eyes scanning
him from head to toe.
 
"What is it?" I asked.
 
"I'll be damned," Mulder mumbled.
 
Alex just smiled, still amused. "Like the changes, Mulder?"
 
Mulder tore his eyes away and looked at me. "He's taller, Scully and
he's ... bulkier, I don't know."
 
"That's impossible!" I said firmly. Seemed I'd been saying that a lot
lately. "He's probably got lifts in his shoes!"
 
Mulder looked down. "Sneakers, Scully."
 
I looked down and saw what looked like brand new Adidas sneakers. He
was wearing new blue jeans and what looked liked a new cotton, blue
dress shirt, buttoned up respectably.
 
He turned to me. "Impossible like my arm growing back?"
 
I just stared at him and said nothing. I was unwilling to take my
eyes off him for a second. I'd seen how fast he could move. And
whether it was a trick, an optical illusion, bio-genetic enhancement,
or if ... it was real, didn't really matter. The point was, I knew he
had the ability to get the drop on us if we weren't on our guard, and
maybe even if we were.
 
He hitched one butt cheek up on the edge of Mulder's desk. "Broke my
heart ... growing taller, developing more muscle, without the work,
mind you ... having to buy a whole new wardrobe. Gee, what a shame,"
he said sarcastically.
 
"How tall are you?"
 
"Six foot, three inches now."
 
"Will you grow taller?"
 
"I doubt it. Gareth says probably not. We grow about five or ten
percent taller. So it depends on how tall you were to start with."
 
"I see," Mulder replied.
 
Alex was enjoying himself way too much. "Have a seat, Krycek," I said,
waving at his arrogant perch on the edge of Mulder's desk.
 
He flashed me an insolent look, but lifted to his feet and turned in
front of Mulder's desk, lowering himself into the guest chair. I
remained standing, unwilling to turn my back on him.
 
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
 
"I came to give you some information that might help."
 
"Like what?" Mulder asked.
 
"The name of your killer."
 
We both stared at him in silence. I finally spoke. "You know who the
killer is?" I said, my voice laced with suspicion.
 
"Yes, I do. Trouble is, I don't think that will help you find her."
 
"Why not? We'll have an identity to work with."
 
"An identity that's 650 years old, Scully. You won't find her in any
FBI database. Trust me."
 
"You're convinced it's a she," Mulder said.
 
"Yes. Her name is Zebrosia. Her last name ... has been lost through
the ages. But she is old beyond your imagination."
 
"Yes, 650 according to you," I said, unable to keep the facetiousness
out of my voice.
 
He looked at his lap and up at me again. "Why are you so hostile?"
 
"Why am I hostile? Isn't it obvious?"
 
"Not really."
 
"Krycek, you've been nothing but trouble since we met you. What do you
expect me to do? Welcome you with a big hug?"
 
He smiled widely now. "That would be nice." He leered at me in an
exaggerated fashion.
 
Mulder's voice was a growl. "You ever touch her, I'll fucking kill
you, Krycek."
 
He smiled again at Mulder. "You can't kill me, Mulder. Don't make
threats you can't back up. Gets you into trouble. Now, for the sake
of peace though, I give you my word. I'm not really interested in the
fair Agent Scully."
 
"You expect me to believe that?"
 
He turned to Mulder. "I won't touch her, Mulder. She's yours. I
know that. Plus, I'm under strict orders to help and protect you any
way I can."
 
"Orders from whom?"
 
He grinned again. "My ... companion."
 
"No longer your Master, eh, Krycek?" Mulder taunted.
 
Alex wasn't ruffled. He turned to Mulder. "No, by his own decree."
 
"Tell us what you came here to tell us and get the hell out!" I said
forcefully.
 
Mulder gave me a look that said to tread lightly.
 
"You're welcome," he said, a hint of disgust at my rudeness in his
voice. I didn't give a damn whether he liked it or not.
 
"Very well. You are looking for the Queen of the Blood Drinkers. She
is the only one of her kind known that is older than my companion. She
and my companion had a feud a long time ago that went unsettled. He
believes she is coming to settle the score, so to speak."
 
"What did he do to her?"
 
"He killed her lover."
 
We both went silent at the casual way he said this and then I sighed
loudly when he added, "Three hundred years ago."
 
After my sigh, I laughed without mirth. This was just getting
ridiculous. Alex turned his eyes on me and I felt a small wave of
dizziness. I reached behind me to grasp the table and steady myself.
It passed as quickly as it came.
 
He was silent for several beats and then said. "All right, I'll tell
you what I know. It's up to you whether you believe me or not. It's
up to you whether you do anything with the information or not." He
paused. "She believes in me, Mulder."
 
"What?" he asked.
 
"Deep down, she knows what I am and she believes it. But it's
difficult for her to admit she's been wrong. You know that."
 
"Shut up!" I nearly shouted.
 
He smiled and I felt the dizziness again. This time it must have
showed because Mulder was across the room and steadying my shoulders
in an instant. I saw Alex rise behind Mulder's shoulder and shouted,
"Look out!"
 
Mulder spun around, reaching for his weapon. I felt foolish. Alex
just stood there placidly making no move toward us. He stared at me
though. "Little jumpy, Scully?" he teased.
 
"Screw you, Krycek."
 
"Anytime, Agent Scully."
 
"Krycek, I warned you.  Knock off the innuendo."
 
"Only you get to do that, huh?" he asked casually.
 
Mulder clenched his teeth and I watched the muscle jump in his jaw. I
touched his arm and said quietly, "It's all right, Mulder. He's
trying to get to you."
 
"No, I'm not, actually. But you two are paranoid about me. So tell me
this. If you don't believe in me, Scully ... then why are you so damn
scared?"
 
"Fuck you," I said quietly.
 
He chuckled again and retreated, lowering himself gracefully into the
chair again. Mulder moved to the side but stayed near me, facing him.
"Backs to the wall, Agents?" he taunted.
 
"Get to the fucking point, Krycek!" Mulder exclaimed.
 
"Why are you so scared? How do you explain the changes in me?  My
height alone is an anomaly, " Alex presented.
 
He was being so fucking reasonable and logical I wanted to scream.
"Look, with all the genetic testing those Consortium bastards were
doing, God knows what they could have done to you. There has been
work done with Bovine Growth Hormones on humans. It's illegal, but
it's been done. There are any number of things that could have
happened to you."
 
"My, my. She can come up with scientific theories off the cuff, can't
she, Mulder? God, that must drive you insane. Does she do this all
the time? Or am I special?"
 
Mulder couldn't totally suppress the curl at the corner of his mouth
that wanted to become a smile and I felt anger shoot through me at his
sharing a jest with Alex. Finally, he answered, saying, "You're not
special, Krycek. Not in this case."
 
"You have to be a product of their experiments. There is no other
explanation."
 
"Except one you can't accept. I think you do believe in what I am.
You're afraid to admit it, because the reality of it is just too
frightening. It shakes the foundations of everything you believe in.
If I exist, what else could exist? Right?"
 
I hung my head. "You're still working for the Consortium. I know it.
You won't fool me again, Krycek."
 
"They're all dead, Scully," he replied.
 
"You mean to tell me Spender was the last of them?" I asked
suspiciously.
 
"Of the old Consortium, he was the second to the last."
 
"Who was the last?" I fired at him, thinking he would never tell me
and evade questions like this as he always had in the past.
 
"Kersh," he said simply.
 
Mulder and I both gasped. Mulder said, "Kersh was in the
Consortium?"
 
"Of course, you suspected that, didn't you?" He looked at me. "You
knew he'd been seen with others who were suspected."
 
Mulder asked, "He hasn't been found. How do you know he's dead?"
 
"If you're asking if I killed him or not, the answer is no, I didn't."
 
"But you know who did," Mulder stated.
 
Alex smiled. "Let's say fate intervened. There's a new Consortium
now."
 
"Who's in it?"
 
"I can't tell you that. But I can tell you that they are not going to
be working with the aliens. They are going to be working to destroy
or chase them off this planet. They plan to thwart colonization."
 
"How do they propose to do that?" Mulder asked.
 
"I don't know yet."
 
"Typical," I said.
 
PART 6 (PG-13)
HOOVER BUILDING
X-FILES BASEMENT OFFICE
 

"Get a pencil, Mulder," Alex commanded.
 
"I don't need one, Alex."
 
"Oh yeah, that memory of yours. All right, here goes. Although we
can't be sure, Zebrosia is most likely on a very specific mission."
 
"Which is?"
 
"Two fold. One, she is leaving these bodies trying to leave a trail
to my companion's door. Maybe she figures he won't escape the police
if they find him. Or maybe that will just be a distraction.  Who
knows?  Maybe she hopes he'll be charged with the murders. If he were
jailed, they would eventually expose him to daylight and he would be
destroyed."
 
"What else? You said it was two fold," Mulder reminded him.
 
His face went grim and he stared Mulder in the eye. "She wants to
destroy me."
 
"Why?" Mulder asked automatically, his stance relenting some. "What
makes you so important?"
 
He bit the inside of his cheek as if holding back a retort. "She
wants to take from Gareth what he took from her."
 
Mulder thought about this for a second and then said, "But you said he
killed her lover. Wouldn't that mean she would want to kill his
lover?"
 
"Yes," Alex said plainly.
 
Mulder scrunched his brow. My mouth opened as I realized what he was
saying. I looked at Mulder as the realization of what Alex had
admitted dawned on his face.
 
"Oh," he said simply.
 
Alex laughed again. "So you see, Mulder, you're fair Agent Scully is
safe from me."
 
"Just because you have a male lover doesn't mean you don't like women
too," he replied.
 
"How enlightened of you, Mulder. And you're right. However, I'm happy
with the way things are. I don't need anything else."
 
"You've always done things just because you wanted to. When did need
ever come into it?" Mulder said bitingly.
 
Alex looked at him, a slightly confused look on his face. When Mulder
finally met his gaze he said, "It was always about need, Mulder."
 
Mulder just looked down, refusing to enter into this debate.
 
"Look, this is getting us nowhere. Here's the deal. She is strong
beyond anything you can imagine. Stronger than those green blooded
bastards. She could kill you both in a heartbeat. Believe it. If you
think you locate her, DO NOT under any circumstances try to take her
into custody."
 
"That's asking too much, Krycek," I answered. "IF she exists and IF we
find her, she will be a murder suspect. We have an obligation to try
and take her down."
 
He regarded me seriously. "Then you'll die. If you're smart, you'll
call me. This is my cell phone number," he said as he scribbled it on
a Post It note from Mulder's desk. He ripped off the bright pink
sheet and stuck it in the center of Mulder's blotter. "I mean it.
Unless you have a death wish, if you find her, call me. Let us take
of her."
 
Mulder looked at him for a moment as though trying to think of
something to say. Finally he said, "You mean this. You believe she
will kill us."
 
"If you find yourselves between her and me, ... yes."
 
"You are going to fight her?" Mulder asked.
 
"We both are, me and my companion. Together we stand a chance against
her."
 
"Two men against one woman," I clarified.
 
He nodded. "She's that strong. Even at that, we're not sure we will
prevail. But it's the only chance we have of putting an end to her.
We need to pool our resources, he and I. You wouldn't stand a
chance."
 
I was struck by the sincerity in his tone. There was more to this
than met the eye. He really believed this. I couldn't believe he
could be this good an actor. He frowned heavily and I realized he
wasn't happy about the coming confrontation.
 
"Tough to be faced with the big bad wolf and not be sure of the
outcome, isn't it, Krycek? How does it feel to have unseen enemies and
never know when they are going to strike?"
 
"Scully, stop it," Mulder scolded and I gave him a dirty look.
 
Alex stood, and my eyes tracked him on the way up. Mulder was right.
Whether he had grown or was wearing lifts in those sneakers, which I
doubted ... he was definitely taller. Mulder used to be taller than
him. Now, Alex was taller than Mulder by about three inches.
 
He approached the door way and turned. He regarded us silently for a
few minutes and tipped his head to one side as if receiving a message.
Then he focused on us again. "I know you won't believe me, but I was
never your enemy. And Agent Scully, to answer your questions ... it
sucks to know potential disaster is coming and feel powerless
against it. The only thing that can kill her, besides us, is sun or
fire. And even fire she would resist for a while.
 
"I know you won't believe me," he said looking at me. He turned to
Mulder. "But you might, so I'll tell you. She can paralyze you with
her mind. She can make objects fly across a room. She can fly. And
... she can start fires with the will of her mind. She can move so
fast, your human eye will not see her move. It will be as if she's
vanished. You saw me do it. She's probably a lot faster than I am.
She can hear through walls and see for miles."
 
He paused and looked at me. "I know you've wished I would just
disappear many times. That I would be gone from your lives."
 
I shook my head in denial, suddenly wondering how he was making me
feel like the bad guy here.
 
He shrugged. "You may get your wish. Because if my companion and I
don't destroy her, she will have destroyed us.  This will be a fight
to the death.  And there's every possibility, that she will be the
victor. In case you're curious just how nasty this vampire queen is
... I'm scared. I'm VERY scared."
 
This last was said quietly. On that note, he turned and left the
office. Mulder and I stared after his retreating back. "Are you
getting the same bad feeling I'm getting, Mulder?"
 
"Yeah, I am, unfortunately. I know he was just a man like every other
man before, but he wasn't afraid of much. Now he has all this
strength and all these abilities and he's scared of this vampire."
 
"This woman."
 
"It's a vampire, Scully, and you know it," he stated, not even
bothering to debate with me about it. He wasn't even going to argue
about that aspect with me anymore. I felt a flash of anger and tamped
it down.
 
"Oh!" I exclaimed as I thought of Alex leaving. I ran out into the
hallway and scanned the floor indicator above the elevator. It
stopped on the third floor. I had no way of knowing if that was
Alex's elevator or not, if he'd gotten off on another floor, or if he
was still in the elevator or not.
 
Mulder poked his head out, saw the direction of my gaze and followed
it. I turned to see him chew on his lip. He drove me nuts when he
did that. I could almost see the gears turning in his head. He was
incredibly sexy when he was chewing on a problem. Those unconscious
mannerisms of twiddling with a pencil, chewing his lips, drove me
crazy.
 
"Want to follow?" he said.
 
"Let's," I replied.
 
I hit the button to call the elevator and he came out into the hall,
locking the office behind us. The car arrived and we got in. As it
lifted to the third floor I said, "He might have gotten off sooner. I
don't even know if it made stops before the third floor."
 
"Can't hurt to take a look. He said he had friends in high places.
Who do you think it is?"
 
"I don't know. I only know I don't think it's Skinner."
 
"I agree."
 
The door opened and we went down the hallway, trying to peek into the
offices on the floor. Most had glass windows. Some had the blinds
shut. We did a circuit of the hallway on the floor and saw nothing.
"There's no way to tell which office he's in, even if he did come up
here," I said.
 
"Want to wait by the elevator and see if we see him?"
 
"No, this was silly anyway. He had too much of a head start."
 
The halls were deserted and I looked down the hallway to the left and
again in front of us and saw nothing. It was late. Most agents had
gone home. This floor was all brass though and most of them would
have gone home as well. It was even dark enough out for D.D. Fair to
have left.
 
I thought of him and felt a dart of some unknown panic. He was a huge
man. Alex said that he grew when he became a ... whatever it is that
he was. Damn it! I believed him. God help me, but I believed him.
 
Mulder saw the look on my face and said, "What? You just thought of
something, didn't you?"
 
"Let's go downstairs."
 
He didn't question me, just followed me into the elevator which still
hadn't left the floor. We got the basement and he unlocked the
office.
 
I followed him in and he turned to look at me and asked, "You just
figured something out, didn't you?"
 
"I might have. I don't know."
 
"What?"
 
I looked around. Remembered Alex's vague comment about this vampire
being able to hear through walls. Could he do it too? "Let's go
home, Mulder."
 
He approached me and put his hands on my shoulders.
 
"What is it?"
 
"I don't want to talk here," I said, looking up at the smoke detector
and the light fixtures on the ceiling, wondering as usual if the place
was bugged or being surveilled.
 
He nodded, noting the direction of my gaze. We silently packed up our
things and put on our coats. He placed his hand on my lower back in
his familiar gesture as he walked me back to the elevator. We
descended to the garage and got into his car.
 
"Let's take your car," I said.
 
"You want to leave yours here?" he asked. He was surprised. I rarely
wanted to do that. I didn't like being without my car.
 
"Yes, you can bring me back to get it tomorrow. Let's go to my
place."
 
He nodded, looking more worried as the minutes passed. "Whatever you
say, Scully."
 
We pulled out of the garage and headed for Georgetown. I put my head
back against the headrest in the car and closed my eyes. God, I hoped
I wasn't right. What I was thinking was ... unthinkable. I felt a
wave of certainty. I could be wrong. This was TOTAL conjecture on my
part. No basis in fact. Mulder would love that! I could be wrong
... but I didn't think I was.
 
XXXXXXXXXX
DANA SCULLY'S APARTMENT
GEORGETOWN, D.C.
 
We arrived at my place, which had been swept for bugs the day before
by the Lone Gunmen. We hadn't said a word on the ride home. As we
entered my apartment, he asked, "Are you hungry?"
 
I smiled, knowing that meant that he was. "Order a pizza, whatever
you want, just get mushrooms on my half."
 
He grinned and headed for the phone. I headed for the bedroom and
changed out of my suit and into sweat pants and a sweater. I washed
my
make up off and brushed my hair. I felt better.
 
I went back into the living room to find Mulder had removed his dress
shirt and shoes. He still wore an undershirt and dress slacks, but
now I could see the definition of the muscles in his chest and down
his abdomen. Unable to stop myself, my eyes swept over him. I met
his gaze and he was smiling. "Like what you see, Agent Scully?"
 
"Indeed, I do, Agent Mulder. Every sexy inch," I teased back.
 
He motioned for me to come to him and I sat down on the couch next to
him. He put his arm around my shoulder and I snuggled close.
 
"O.K., we're here in your apartment, comfortable for the most part and
fairly certain there are no bugs in here. So what did you figure
out?"
 
"Nothing."
 
"Nothing?" he asked, his voice rising as if to ask what all the fuss
was about.
 
"I had a thought. It's total ... conjecture on my part. There is
absolutely NO reason for me to think this, but I have to wonder."
 
"About what? You're not making sense yet, Scully," he said.
 
I turned to him and our eyes met. "I think I know who Alex's master
or companion or whatever he wants to call him ... I think I know who
it is."
 
Mulder's eyes got wide. "Who?"
 
I licked my lips. "You won't believe me and I have no proof."
 
"Try me."
 
I swallowed, knowing this could cause a debate.
 
He nudged me and repeated, "Who, Scully?"
 
"Deputy Director Fair," I said quietly.
 
Mulder was still for a second, then his corners of his mouth turned up
and fell again. His brow scrunched and he looked at me strangely, as
if trying to figure out if this was even remotely feasible. Finally
he said, "That's the last person I expected you to name."
 
"I know it is."
 
"Why do you think that?"
 
"Unsubstantiated ... hunches."
 
"That's not like you, Scully," he said simply.
 
"I know."
 
"What pieces did you put together? What makes this fit for you?"
 
I looked away and closed my eyes, not wanting to be distracted by his
inquisitive face. At least he wasn't dismissing it outright. That
was a good sign. Maybe he wasn't as enamored of this guy as I
thought.
 
"He's big, Mulder, and Alex mentioned that he grew when he was made a
vampire."
 
"So now you believe he's a vampire all of a sudden?"
 
I sighed loudly. "I don't know, but in the absence of any other
explanation, I'm going to run with it. Whether he really is some
mythical creature from folklore, or whether he just 'thinks' he's a
vampire, for the sake of argument, let's say he is."
 
"O.K., I'm with you so far."
 
"D.D. Fair never leaves the building during daylight."
 
"Right."
 
"He has no windows in his office and has never been seen to eat or
drink anything."
 
"Right."
 
"He's an enormous man."
 
"Yes, his height is unusual but not unheard of. There are hundreds of
basketball players around the world that are just as tall. It's not
like he's nine feet tall."
 
"I know that, but there's more."
 
"Please, clue me in."
 
"This may sound dumb."
 
"Hit me," he encouraged. His eyes sparkled. He loved it when I ran
on supposition and conjecture. He loved it when I had a hunch. He
was encouraging me on that fact alone. He liked to encourage that in
me. Whether he agreed with me now or not, I couldn't tell. But he
would hear me out. We always heard each other out.
 
"This is weird, but remember when he came into Skinner's office while
we were there?"
 
"Yeah."
 
"He's so big, Mulder and yet ... he was silent as a cat. If the door
hadn't squeaked I wouldn't even have heard him enter. But I wasn't
paying a lot of attention to detail at that point. Later, when he
went to leave and took my hand ... I don't know."
 
"What?"
 
"It gave me the creeps."
 
"The creeps?" he asked, clearly amused with my unscientific choice of
words.
 
"Yeah. You know. The old heeby jeebies."
 
He laughed now. "Could it be just because he is that big and when he
comes close, it's really apparent? I wouldn't blame you for being a
little intimidated by his size."
 
"I'm used to being short, Mulder. I'm used to having to look up to
see people's faces. I do it with you all the time."
 
"Not that far up."
 
"Huh?"
 
"You're not used to looking that far up. You don't crane your neck to
look at me unless I've got you soldered to my chest."
 
"Soldered?" I asked.
 
He chuckled. "You know what I mean."
 
"Yes, but that's not it, I swear. I did take a step back, but that
wasn't intimidation. I swear. I just wanted to get a better angle
to see his face, instead of his ribcage."
 
Mulder laughed out loud now. "All right, so ..."
 
"Well, I was hyper-aware of him and he looked at me like, ... I don't
know, it's the weirdest thing. It was like he knew what I was
thinking."
 
Mulder was silent for a moment. "Anything else?"
 
"Yeah, I was paying more attention at that point, so I watched him
leave. Again for a big man, he was so quiet. I couldn't even hear
his feet on the carpet. Skinner is a big man and has a heavy tread;
this guy's even bigger, and he didn't make a sound. It was like he
... "
 
"What?"
 
"Oh man. I hate feeding you this stuff."
 
He grinned. "What? It was like he ... what?"
 
"Like he glided," I said softly.
 
"Why didn't you mention this before?"
 
"I didn't think of it then. I just thought, maybe because he's so
big, he's learned not to stomp around and tread lightly. Then I
didn't think of it again."
 
"Until we were upstairs."
 
"Yeah, well I made the connection with Alex. He startled us both. We
never heard him in the hallway. The door was open, but we never heard
him until he spoke."
 
"That was weird, he startled me. That's why I scolded him."
 
"I know. But he's silent, Fair is silent. He's bigger, Fair is just
big. He says he's a vampire, Fair never eats. He says fire and sun
can kill them, Fair never goes out in the daylight."
 
"He said he had some sort of Lupus."
 
"Yeah, I know, Discoid Lupus Erythematosus."
 
"Whatever," he mumbled.
 
"It would be interesting to get a hold of his medical records, don't
you think?"
 
"Are you thinking of investigating our Deputy Director, Scully?"
 
"Not investigating, exactly, but ... digging around a little."
 
"We'd have to be real careful, Scully. If we're wrong, we could blow
it, big time. He's been on our side so far. I'd hate to ruin that."
 
"Me too, but even you questioned him before you knew about the Lupus.
We just accepted that at face value."
 
"Well, we couldn't exactly ask him to provide proof on the spot."
 
"No, we couldn't, but I know where he lives."
 
"You do?" he asked. His tone made me turn to look at him.
 
"Down boy," I said.
 
He deflated. "Sorry."
 
"I've never been there, but I heard those girls talking in the
bathroom. One of them was his secretary."
 
"Kelli."
 
"Yeah, that's her name. She mentioned that he'd told her he owned a
home in Falls Church and a townhouse in Georgetown."
 
Mulder whistled softly. "Big bucks."
 
"Yeah, townhouses aren't cheap and guess what?"
 
"What?"
 
"I checked out his address in Falls Church."
 
"You did? Why?"
 
"I've been more suspicious of him from the start than you have,
Mulder."
 
"I know." He paused. "And?"
 
"And he doesn't own a house."
 
"He doesn't?" he asked, his interest piqued.
 
I grinned. "He owns a mansion, Mulder. It's huge!"
 
"He lives there by himself?"
 
"I don't know. I looked up the address in City Hall Records. There
was a floor plan in there. There's 14 rooms, Mulder, it's a palace.
Whether he lives alone or not, I don't know, but he's the only one on
the deed."
 
"Well, he obviously has money. And we know the Bureau, even the brass
doesn't get paid THAT much. But who knows? He could come from
money."
 
"That's true. I didn't dig any further ... at the time."
 
"But you want to now?"
 
I turned to him again, "Yeah, I do."
 
He nodded. "All right. I'll bite."
 
"We should have some sort of cover story if he catches us snooping."
 
"Let me think about it for a day or two. Don't do anything until I
come up with something."
 
"Or I come up with something."
 
He nodded again. "Of course."
 
"Maybe we can enlist the boys to help us," I said.
 
"I'll call the Gunmen first thing in the morning and see what they can
dig up. Maybe they can follow the money."
 
The doorbell rang.
 
"Pizza Man!" Mulder said and stood up off the couch, his mood changing
like the wind.
 
I smiled as I watched him nearly skip to the door. Food always put
him in a good mood. I thought of D.D. Fair and was swept with another
wave of foreboding. Christ, I thought, I hope I'm not right. Because
vampires or not, if he wasn't who he said he was, then he was probably
part of this new Consortium Alex was talking about. Alex was
obviously a part of it. That's the only way he could know so much
about it. I had my suspicions that our new D.D., who seemed to come
from nowhere, had a history we weren't going to like. I decided to
keep my suspicions about the Consortium to myself for the moment.
Mulder was willing to check the guy out and that was good enough for
now. I didn't want to nix his support by pushing my suspicions too
far. One step at a time.
 
I thought of Alex again and his odd statement about being scared. We
couldn't rush in ... Mulder was right about that. We needed to be
careful. But I wondered just how much time we had. My gut was
telling me we didn't have much left.
 
I sighed and got up to get drinks as Mulder paid the delivery boy and
returned to the kitchen with the pizza. He put it on the kitchen
table while I got paper plates and napkins.
 
He rubbed his hands together in front of him after opening the box.
He grinned at me as he looked up. He was so boyish and cute
sometimes. I smiled at his enthusiasm and then laughed when his
stomach growled loudly.
 
"Let's feed that thing, shall we?" I teased.