From: "Donnilee" <donnilee@snet.net>
Date: Sun, 18 Jul 2004 13:51:53 -0400
Subject: "A Vampire's Tale 5: Blood Exchange" by Donnilee

PART 5 (NC-17)
SUPER 8 HOTEL
WOODRUFF, AZ

"Are you all right, Walter?" I asked after Alex left.

He cleared his throat.  "Shouldn't I be asking you that question?"

I chuckled and sat on the one chair that was in the room.  I motioned
for him to sit on the bed.  He did, but perched on the edge.  "I'm all
right, thanks to Alex."

"What would have happened if he couldn't ... give you blood?" he asked
tentatively.

"It would have taken me days to heal ... instead of minutes."

He gulped and looked down, putting his hands on his knees and looking at
the floor.  "I'm glad he was here then."

"Me too.  Look, Walter, I owe you an apology."

He looked up and met my eyes.  "For what?"

"I shouldn't have kissed Alex in front of you.  To be honest, I forgot
you were there for a second.  I was just so relieved to be out of pain
and so grateful to Alex for healing me, for just ... being there, I
acted
without thinking."

"That's all right," he mumbled and looked around, trying to find
something to look at besides me.

"Not really.  We shouldn't tempt you and bring up those memories any
more than necessary.  It's hard enough without having sexual images to
prompt the reminders."

He swallowed harshly again, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat.  He
whispered, his voice a little ragged, "I can't ... get it out of my
head."

I knew he didn't mean the kiss.  He meant the pleasure he'd had when
we'd fed on him.  "I was afraid of that.  Now that it's over, I could
try to give you a hypnotic suggestion that would dull the memory."

"You couldn't get rid of the memory?" he asked.

"I could, but then you would forget it entirely and think you still had
the nanocytes in you.  The two memories go together.  I can't get rid of
one without getting rid of the other."

"Oh," he said quietly and looked at the bedspread this time, turning to
hike himself up on the bed, leaning against the headboard.  He stretched
his legs out in front of him and folded his hands in his lap.

"I'm sorry, Walter.  I know it's not easy.  And I didn't make it any
easier.  And ... neither does Alex."

"What do you mean?"

I replied, "Alex ... for all his strength and generosity is still a new
blood drinker.  He's unused to the effect that blood drinkers have on
humans."

"What effect?"

"We are very sexual creatures, and we give off ... a secretion much like
a
pheromone when we are aroused.  Only it's about ten times stronger.  No
human can resist it.  They are automatically aroused by it."

"I'm not aroused now," he said skeptically.

"I'm not aroused now," I replied.

"Oh, I get it.  Meaning, when you're excited ..."

"That's when we give off the pheromone, for lack of a better word."

"Is that why I got excited in there?"

"Yes, I wasn't excited at first.  I was just kissing Alex out of
gratitude and relief, but he got excited the second I kissed him.  He
always does.  He has a ... profound reaction to my touch.  He always
has.
It scared him at first.  Now he just goes with it.  The minute he got
aroused ... so did you."

"I understand."

"That doesn't make it more comfortable though, does it?"

"In a way it does.  I know there's a scientific reason for it now."

I laughed.  "You sound like Agent Scully!" I teased.

He laughed too, visibly relaxing.  "That's not a bad thing, I don't
think."

"No, it's not.  She's a formidable woman in her own right."

"She's an amazing woman," he said with admiration.  "Mulder's the
luckiest son-of-a-bitch in the world."

"He is a lucky man.  I'm happy for them."

"So am I," he said, but he sounded sad.

"Why do I detect a 'but' in there?"

"It's nothing really.  I guess I'm just feeling a little sorry for
myself."

"Because you haven't found your soul mate?"

"Yeah.  I'm not sure I have one."

"I bet you do.  You should tell her, by the way."

"What are you talking about?" he asked defensively.

I smiled.  "You love her, don't you?"

"Who?  Agent Scully?  No!  And even if I did, she's Mulder's."

"I don't mean Agent Scully."

"Then who do you mean?"

I raised an eyebrow at him and waited.

"I don't know whom you mean," he said quietly.

Without scanning him I couldn't tell if he really wasn't aware of it
himself or if he was bluffing me.  So I said softly, "Kimberly.  You
should tell her."

His eyes snapped up to mine.  "What?" he asked, barely audible to the
human ear, but I heard him just fine.

"I think you'd be surprised.  You should ask her out."

"I'm her boss, for Christ's sake!"

"So?" I shrugged.

"So?  It's against the rules, it's unethical, and it's ..."

"Fuck the rules," I said.

His mouth gaped open.  "How can you say that?"

"Because if you're discreet, it will be fine and by the time people know
about it, you'll find out that they don't care as much as you think they
do.  Besides, look at Mulder and Scully, how happy they are.  It was
against the rules for them too, but they did it anyway, they allowed
themselves to love each other ... with a little push, but still."

"They are they exception.  Everybody already thought they were together,
they just didn't have any proof."

"And now that they do?  Is anyone protesting?  Is anyone screaming to
have them broken up?"

He was silent a minute, licking his lips.  "No, but no one else wants
their jobs either."

I chuckled.  "That's true, but Walter ... love is more important than
any
job.  Besides, you're one of the Director's favorites.  I think he would
overlook it even if you were found out."

"There's nothing to find out."

"Yet," I said.

He shook his head.  "You're crazy, you know that?"

"No, I'm not.  I believe in love, Walter.  And she loves you."

"How in the hell do you know that?" he asked, unable to keep the hope
out of his voice.  He was inadvertently admitting that he was
interested.

"I can just tell.  We are very sensitive to human's body language."

"Have you ... entered her head ... or whatever the hell you do?"

"No.  I told you I don't do that without permission, or only in
circumstances where it's necessary for my continued safety."

"Then you don't know," he said firmly.

"Yes, I do, Walter.  Trust me on this one.  Kimberly doesn't have the
greatest self-esteem.  She's confident in her job duties, but on a
personal level, concerning her love life, she's not so confident."

"Why not?  She a beautiful woman," he said.

"Yes, she is, but she's been burned, Walter.  And she doesn't think she
stands a chance with you. I can tell just by the way she looks at you.
She wants you but she thinks you're out of her league."

"That's ridiculous.  Probably more the other way around."

I shrugged.  "I know what I'm talking about."  I wanted him to find a
love interest, and I knew he was in love with Kimberly, even if he
hadn't fully admitted it to himself.  When I drank from him, images of
her were never far from the surface.  We were arousing him, and now he
had our images of those incidents, but he thought of Kimberly often.  If
he were to get romantically involved, it would take the focus off these
incidents with us.  He needed that, or that the confusion over his
sexuality might drive him into depression.  I didn't want that to
happen.  "Just think about it, all right?"

"Yeah, I'll think about it."

Two sharp raps sounded on the door.  "Come in," I said.

The door opened and Alex stepped in, closing it behind him.  "He bought
it.  Of course, he hasn't seen it yet.  I think we should get some
carpet and replace it, not leave it for him.  If he sees that spot, he's
never going to believe our story."

"I'll take care of it tomorrow.  Right now, we're all exhausted.  Let's
go to bed."

Walter got up and went to the door.  He turned and looked at me.
"Thanks," he said.  I knew he was thanking me for explaining things to
him and giving him a scientific reason for his reactions to us.  It
would help him cope with it better.

"You're welcome, Walter.  Good night.  We'll see you tomorrow evening."

He nodded.  "I'm tired, even though it's getting light out."

"We've been up all night," I reminded him.

He nodded and went through the door, closing it behind him.  Alex asked,
"How'd it go?"

"Good.  I'll tell you about it later.  In the meantime, try not to do
anything to excite him, all right?"

Alex smiled and said, "Under one condition."

"What?" I asked suspiciously.

"You let me make love to you tonight."

I grinned.  "Gee, I don't know, that's a tough one," I said, teasing
him.

He grinned.  "That's the deal.  Take it or leave it."

I smiled and stood up, going to the side of the bed.  I began to strip
my clothes off and watched as his breathing increased along with the
bulge in his pants.  I'd been the taker for quite a few times now and it
was time for him to do the driving.

I was naked in no time and ripping his clothes off.  He seemed amused by
my enthusiasm, but gave up all pretenses of playing it cool once I lay
down on my stomach and stuck my ass up in the air.  He moaned and
crawled over me, kissing my back and muttering words of excitement in my
ear, telling me how gorgeous and sexy I was.

He made love to me with fervor that night, exorcising his own demons
concerning Walter.  I lay with him in my arms afterwards, cuddling and
kissing his gorgeous face.  He hummed in contentment and fell asleep
with his head on my shoulder.

I whispered into the dark room, "I love you so, Alex.  I love you so
much, it scares me sometimes."

He mumbled in his sleep but did not waken.  I squeezed him tighter and
felt him squeeze back, reacting instinctively in his sleep.  Dawn was
coming and I felt its pull.  I closed my eyes and let it pull me under
into sleep.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
THE ARIZONA DESERT
THE FOLLOWING EVENING

The next night we went out into the desert, throwing out our senses,
searching for anomalies.  Alex and I could feel strange vibrations in
the air and we headed toward them.

We felt the ground shake slightly as though there were an earthquake,
but I knew there were no fault lines here.

We heard a crack in the air like thunder and a flash of light.  We
looked toward it when we could open our eyes again and I could see a
figure on the ground.  Alex and I took off toward it, leaving Walter in
the dust, trudging along behind us.  I fell to my knees when I reached
the form, and saw that it was a woman.  I gently took hold of her
shoulder as she lay on her side and eased her onto her back.  She looked
up with frightened eyes and held her hands around her stomach.  She
began to cry and said, "Please, help me."

Two more cracks and two more flashes of light and we had gathered the
three women.  Fortunately, none of them were large women.  They were all
Agent Scully's size and I wondered if there was any significance in
that.  Fortunately, they all were still pregnant, and I probed gently
and determined that the fetuses were still healthy.  The odd thing was
that they were all now carrying twins.  To the best of my knowledge,
they had all been single conceptions before.

I wondered if the aliens were playing with some odd fetus cloning
experiment that would allow each of these women to have two hybrids.
The thought was nauseating that they played with these women like they
were inanimate objects, existing only for their experimentation.

We each carried one woman and made our way back to the hotel where we
called ambulances for all of them.  We called the police and reported
their return and called their husbands who rushed to the hospitals,
profound relief etched on their faces.

We decided not to stick around.  We told the police we'd been out for a
midnight walk, looking for a place to hang out privately and enjoy the
desert.  They'd been skeptical, but we showed them our FBI
identification and they'd backed off, glad that we weren't taking over.

We left on the next evening flight back to Washington and were back home
by 2:00 AM.  We called to check on Mulder and Scully and they were fine.
We agreed to meet the following evening and fill them in on everything
that had happened.  I, for one, was glad we'd had no more run ins with
the aliens.

A thought I had later gave me pause.  Skinner had been injected with the
magnetite.  If the babies the women were carrying were super soldiers,
he may have killed them with his proximity.  It was something I hadn't
considered.  But all the babies were fine to my knowledge, and there was
some relief in that.  Whatever these women were having, they weren't the
super soldiers we knew of.  That was a relief.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
DANA SCULLY'S APARTMENT
GEORGETOWN, D.C.
THE NEXT EVENING

"What are you thinking?" Mulder asked me.

I sighed.  "I'm thinking about what they said about the magnetite."

"Yeah, come to think of it, we were injected too, a while ago, but
still."

"Yeah, it's good to know that those babies weren't affected by it."

"Meaning ours won't be either."

"Right, but we would have known about it by now."

"There's nothing to say that our baby is the same as theirs, though,
Scully."

"I know, but what's the likelihood?"

"I don't know, Scully.  I don't know anything and it's frustrating."

I smiled at him and pulled him to me as we lay in bed, our limbs
intertwined.  "I know this.  This baby is OURS, no matter what else was
involved in this miracle.  You started this baby inside me, Mulder.  I
feel it in here."  I tapped my chest over my heart.

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He smiled and leaned in to kiss me.  "I love you so much, Scully." His
lips brushed mine and then became more insistent.  He rolled me onto my
side and spooned up behind me.  He leaned back and angled himself to my
entrance, rubbing his erection back and forth between my legs, feeling
my wetness cover his shaft.

"Oh yeah, you're so wet," he mumbled.

"It's a perpetual state for me lately."  I was on the tail end of the
secondtrimester hornies, I called them.

"No complaints here, Mrs. Mulder," he muttered.  He was still calling me
Mrs. Mulder every chance he got.

I tipped my ass up, giving him better access.  He moaned softly and
pushed inside, making me pull in a gasp at the exquisite feeling of
being filled.

He stroked into me gently, taking his time and kissing the back of my
neck, causing shivers to race up and down my spine.  One arm was under
my neck, pillowing my head, the other was on my hip, holding me in place
as he slid easily in and out.

His hand on my hip slid down in front and found my clitoris.  He rubbed
gentle circles and pushed it against our joining, making me moan with
pleasure.  I felt bolts of excitement rip through me with every stroke
and in no time I was crying out, "Oh yes, Mulder.  Oh God, I'm coming.
It's so good!"

I was nearly sobbing as my vaginal walls contracted around him,
collapsing on his shaft and squeezing him, making him buck into me.  He
shouted, "Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," and let loose, filling me with his
seed, his hips slapping my ass as he made quick strokes, jerking with
each ejaculation.

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We lay panting and sated and he rubbed my hip and down my leg with the
palm of his hand.  I sighed in contentment, feeling him ooze out of me
as I shifted.

I grabbed some tissues and did a cursory clean up, too tired for
anything else.  He wiped himself and then pulled me back into the cradle
of his pelvis, hugging me tightly.  We relaxed and his hand slid over my
tummy.  I sighed again.  It felt so good.  I drifted off to sleep,
thinking I'd never been this happy and content.



PART 6 (NC-17)
KENDALL FAIR'S ESTATE
FALLS CHURCH, VA
MEANWHILE

We'd finished making love and were laying sated on the bed.  I cuddled
up to Alex and felt a sudden pull in my chest.  I gasped and sat up.

"What is it, Gareth?" Alex asked.

I whispered, "One of us has died."

He frowned.  "Do you know who?"

"No."  I slowly lay back down and pulled him to me.  We'll find out
soon, I thought.

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TWO NIGHTS LATER

Fate has a funny way of working in your favor sometimes.  Gareth and I
were sitting in the study.  His head jerked up and a second later there
was a knock on the door.  He'd known someone was there before they
reached the door.

I reached out and instantly knew that it was a blood drinker.  We were
both on our feet instantly and racing for the door, wondering who it was
and what they were doing here.  No one was supposed to come here unless
it was an emergency.  Gareth could probably figure out who it was by
entering their mind, but he refrained from doing that, explaining that
it was a violation of privacy and that we had to be very careful and not
overuse that power.

He swung the door open and I gasped.  Sabrina was standing on the
doorstep.  Her hair was tangled and her eyes were red from crying.  She
was hugging herself as though cold, although I knew she was probably
just emotional or scared.  I reached out and touched her shoulder,
ushering her inside.  I hustled her into the living room.

Gareth disappeared for about 30 seconds and returned with a blanket.  He
wrapped it around her shoulders and I sat next to her on the couch.  He
turned toward the fireplace and ignited the wood and paper we always
kept ready there.  She started at that, but then looked to Gareth as he
sat in the large wing backed chair across from the couch.

"What's happened, Sabrina?"  We'd last left her in Ontario, Canada.
Something had to be dreadfully wrong for her to have traveled all the
way down here, and without calling first.

"He's gone.  Patrick's gone," she whispered.

"How?" I asked, glancing at Gareth and realizing he wasn't surprised.

"He couldn't take it ... the life ... he didn't want it.  He said he'd
rather be dead.  I tried to talk him out of it, but I couldn't stop him.
He snuck out while I was sleeping.  Somehow he stayed awake when dawn
came and went outside.  I heard his scream ... but I couldn't get up.  I
fell asleep and when I woke up the next evening ... he was gone.  Just
ashes on the lawn."

Tears were streaming down her face.  "I'm so sorry, Sabrina," I
murmured, pulling her toward me.  She collapsed on my chest, crying and
wrapped her arms around me.  I pulled at the blanket that fell away from
her shoulders, tucking it in around her.

"I didn't know what to do!" she cried out.  I sensed she was afraid of
our reaction.

"It's all right.  Don't be afraid," I whispered, oddly feeling no
attraction or arousal even though she was pressed against me.  It was
good to know I could still be a gentleman in the face of a woman's upset
and could suppress my libido from mere physical contact.

Gareth said, "Are you afraid, Sabrina?"

"Yes!" she sobbed.

"Of us?" Gareth asked.

"No!  I just don't know what to do.  I'm afraid of feeling like Patrick
felt.  I'm afraid of being alone ... I don't know what to do!"

"Shhhh," I murmured into her hair, kissing the top of her head and again
noting how tiny she was.

Gareth said, "Don't worry, Sabrina.  We'll take care of you.  We'll
place you somewhere else.  You won't be alone."

"I don't want to be in another country!  It was so lonely up there, even
with Patrick.  It was so cold!"

She was shivering in my arms and I knew she was in shock.  I didn't even
know vampires could go into shock, but I supposed emotionally we could.
She was very fragile right now.  I looked at Gareth and raised my
eyebrow in question.

He said, "Sabrina, you can stay here for a couple of days, but you can't
stay here."

She nodded, but started crying harder.  I petted her hair trying to calm
her down.  She wiped her eyes with her shirtsleeve and took a deep
breath, trying to get herself under control.  In a few minutes, she
seemed to be settling down and she slowly pulled away from me and sat
up, wrapping the blanket around her.  She looked at me and said, "I'm
sorry."

She was obviously embarrassed about breaking down.  "Don't be.  It's all
right," I replied.

Gareth said, "We found another of our kind," he said softly.  I knew
immediately what he was thinking.  We had discussed this before.  We'd
been going to find Gerard an older companion, but this might work out
perfectly for both of them.

"You did?" she asked, not sure what he was saying or how it was relevant
to her.

"Yes, he lives in New Orleans.  He's been alone for a long, long time."

"How could he stand it?"

"He wasn't happy about it," Gareth replied.  "In fact, he was ready to
give up like Patrick, when we found him."

"Oh, no, that's terrible," she responded.

Gareth said, "We were trying to find a companion for him.  We asked him
to hold out a while longer, hoping we would find one of the four others
I have not found yet."

"Is he old in the blood?" she asked.

"Not ancient, but he's about 500 years old."

"That's old to me," she said.  Gareth and I both chuckled.

"Yes, but he's a nice man.  He longs for company."

"New Orleans, huh?" she asked, obviously interested.

"We wouldn't force you or demand that you go there, but it could be a
perfect opportunity.  Would you like to go down there and see if you
like each one another?  It might work out great.  If you decided you
didn't like each other or it wouldn't work for some reason, we could
make other arrangements."

"It's warm down there, huh?" she asked.

Gareth and I both chuckled again.  "Yes, it's very warm, humid too a lot
of the time."

"That would be great.  I feel like I haven't been warm since I left
Egypt."

Gareth smiled at her.  "It's settled then.  We'll send you down there
and you can give it a try."

"What about sex?" she asked suddenly, her tears all dried up now as her
excitement over a warm climate grew.

I smiled.  "What about it?"

"This man ... is he ..."

"Good looking?" I asked.

She smiled shyly.  "That's not what I was going to ask."

"Go ahead and ask," I encouraged her.

She looked at me and then at Gareth.  "Is he too old to give me blood?"
she asked.

Gareth frowned.  "Let me think about that.  He is quite a bit stronger
than you are."

She nodded.  "Is it presumptuous of me to assume he'll want to have
sex?" she asked shyly.

Gareth smiled.  "No, I'll bet he'll be delighted," he deadpanned.

We all laughed then.  She said, "Patrick wouldn't ... I don't know what
the problem was."

That startled me.  "He wouldn't have sex with you?"

She hung her head.  "No ... I don't know if it was his previous
religious
beliefs, his emotional state over hating being a vampire, or ... I don't
know why but it made me think ..."

"Think what?" I asked.

"It made me feel bad.  Like I wasn't good enough ... or not pretty
enough
... or something.  I mean, I know how horny we get, I couldn't believe
he
could turn it off like that."

Gareth sighed.  "There is nothing wrong with you, Sabrina.  In fact,
you're an exceptionally pretty girl.  It happens sometimes when blood
drinkers give up.  They have no interest in anything.  Because they
refuse to feed or participate in the life, they start shutting down,
physically and otherwise.  He wasn't feeding, was he?"

She shook her head in the negative.  "He did in the beginning, but then
he just stopped.  He was getting weaker every day.  I would go out and
feed and come back.  I even offered to let him feed from me.  I think he
was afraid he would get carried away.  With me, I knew I could fend him
off if he got carried away.  I was stronger than he was, but he
refused."

Gareth nodded.  "Don't blame yourself, Sabrina.  There is a reason why
we choose carefully when we bring someone else into the blood.  There
are reasons for all the rules I taught you and the others.  Not everyone
is cut out to be a blood drinker or has the heart for it, and people
should always be willing.  None of you were willing, but some of you are
stronger than the others, able to adapt.  Some just can't adapt and
accept what they have become."

She nodded.  "I understand that up here," she said, pointing to her
temple.  "But in here, I can't."  She pointed to her chest.  "I just
feel so sad."

"Well, let's get you settled.  Alex and I have some things to discuss
and we'll join you shortly."

She nodded and we took her upstairs.  She was in awe of the blackened,
sound proofed room with the steel doors.  She looked like a child in the
gigantic bed and we laughed when she was all covered up with just her
head sticking out.  She said, "I feel like I'm in a boat."

We laughed and said good night and slipped downstairs.  We talked long
into the night about how we would get Sabrina to New Orleans, and what
we would tell Gregory, the pros and cons of letting them have sex.

The blood exchange between an old vampire and a fledgling was a serious
thing.  Gerard was nowhere near as strong as we were but he was quite a
bit stronger than Sabrina.  We decided that one of us should instruct
Gerard in how to instruct Sabrina.  This way he could use condoms, feed
her slowly and coach her through her developing abilities and she could
ease into them, unlike me who had been slammed into my increased powers.
Sabrina was the strongest of the fledglings, but still pretty weak.
Mentally though, despite her upset over Patrick, she was levelheaded and
not prone to panic.  Even through her upset, she hadn't panicked.  She'd
come here to get guidance.

If any of the fledglings could tolerate increased powers, it would be
Sabrina.  She, unlike Patrick, was able to adapt, and she seemed to take
the life of a blood drinker with aplomb.  She accepted her fate and
strived to be good at it.

So it was decided that I would take her to New Orleans and get back here
as soon as possible.  We finally crawled into bed near dawn, one of us
on either side of the little waif-like creature in our bed.

We smiled, both too tired to talk anymore and fell asleep.  Despite our
late bedtime, we awoke before she did and talked quietly in bed.

I stared at her, her blonde hair spread out on the pillow under her
head.  Her pixie like face was serene in sleep and her cupid bow lips
were shining with saliva where she had licked them in her sleep.  At
some point, she'd shed her clothes after we left.  They were lying on
the floor next to the bed.  I knew she was naked and I wanted to see
her.

Gareth whispered, "You want her again, don't you?"

I licked my lips and looked up at him.  "Yeah, I do.  Damn, she's so ...
exquisite, like a little doll."

"You can have her, if she's willing.  And I'm sure she will be.  If
she's been denied any sexual gratification, I'd imagine she's horny as
hell."

I grinned and said, "Why don't you stay?"

"We can't both take her, Alex.  She's too tiny."

"I know, but you could take me, while I take her."

He groaned at the thought.  "Oh God, to watch you take her ..." he
trailed
off.  "She's so tiny."

I grinned.  "I know."

He laughed then, louder than he meant too and she hummed and opened her
eyes, finding the both of staring down at her.  She blinked rapidly and
looked from one to the other and said, "What?"

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I licked my lips again put tugged the covers down, exposing her naked
body.  She gasped and I watched her nipples pull up into tight buds in
the slight coolness in the air.  He breathing increased and she looked
at us.  Her hands came up slowly, hesitantly and cupped her breasts from
underneath.  She lifted the globes, full on her tiny frame and offered
them up to us, still unsure, but obviously excited.  Her tiny pink
tongue darted out and licked her lips again.

I groaned and leaned down to suckle her nipple, my hand going to her
stomach and rubbing gently.  She groaned deeply, and glanced up to see
Gareth leaning down to suckle her other nipple.  She squeaked and then
groaned again, "Ohhhhhh, God, yes.  Oh God, one of you take me.  I need
you so bad.  Alex, please.  I haven't had a proper plowing in months."

Proper plowing.  Jesus, just hearing those words from her sweet mouth
had my cock leaping up and straining at its skin prison and beginning to
throb.

Gareth chuckled and rolled over to get the condoms from the drawer in
the bedside table.  He returned and handed one to me.  I ripped it open
and quickly put it on my growing dick, knowing I had to get inside her
quickly.

I reached down between her legs to find her soaking wet and I grunted in
satisfaction.  She lifted her knees, placing her feet flat on the bed
and I fell between her thighs, my mouth landing on hers and kissing her
ferociously.  She met me with equal passion, sticking her tongue into my
throat.

I reached down and lined myself up with her entrance.  I was now easily
eight inches long and I was just getting started.  I seated myself at
her entrance, put my weight on one elbow and then hooked my arm under
her one knee, lifting her leg high and lifting her hip off the bed.  My
head pushed inside and the feeling was electrifying.  She was so fucking
small.

I reared up into a sitting position, my butt cheeks on my heels, and
lifted her along with me.  The arm under her knee extended around her
back, and my other arm snaked up her back, cupping the back of her head.
She was so small I could practically wrap my body around her.  She was
perched on top of my cock and I groaned as I looked down, seeing my big,
fat shaft between her slender thighs.  It looked like I would break her
in half.  She locked the fingers of her hands together behind my neck.

I felt Gareth behind me as he positioned himself like I was, his big
tree trunk like thighs bracketing mine.  He reached around and put his
big hands on her waist, his fingers nearly meeting, her waist was so
small.  This allowed me not to have to balance her or hold her so tight.
The hand on the back of her head slid down and cupped the top of her
shoulder.

She whispered, "Do it, impale me on this monster."

I grunted and yanked down on her shoulder, Gareth pushing downward from
her hips, literally stuffing her down onto my cock and forcing myself
into her small opening.  As wet as she was, my cock was a massive
invasion to her tiny body.  Her breath left her in a whoosh.

I held still, letting her get used to it for a couple seconds, but
knowing I was going to start growing any second now.  Three seconds was
all it took.  Gareth leaned back, angled his rock hard cock and fired
his pole up my ass to the hilt.

I screamed and started fucking Sabrina with my fat pole, driving deep
into her depths.  Her mouth hung open and her breasts bounced as Gareth
pulled her onto my cock as he arrowed into my guts.

She was so tight and the friction was creating a delicious heat around
my shaft.  I felt myself throb, thicken and grow longer.  She shrieked
as I punched deeper, stretching her cervix taut over the head of my
engorged glans.  "Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh, God, Alex.  Fuck me!"

I went at her like a jackhammer, fucking her with reckless abandon.  She
bounced like a rag doll, taking everything I had to give. I leaned down
and sucked a nipple into my mouth, sucking harder and harder until she
was shrieking and arching her back, shoving her tit into my mouth.  Then
I bit down and she wailed and her cunt began to spasm tightly around my
shaft.

I kept pumping hard, my cock catching her clit with every stroke and
pushing her deeper into her orgasm.  I slid my hand down from her
shoulder and roughly shoved a finger up her ass.  My cock lengthened and
thickened at the same time.  I felt her tissues tear inside and I
smelled her blood.  She wailed again and began to convulse on my cock.
Every time I pulled back, Gareth was jamming himself into me.  I felt so
full and my cock was so hard it hurt.  But the pain was delicious and
her tight, wet, little cunt was massaging my shaft like a vibrator.

I let go of her raised leg and brought both hands down next to Gareth's.
Our combined strength was able to lift her off my cock, so just the tip
was resting in her puckered opening.  Then we would yank her down.  I
watched as the glass hard tip of my cock disappeared into the impossibly
tight hole.  It was a cork-like fit, with my cock being squeezed as
tight as a cock ring as I bucked, forcing my rock hard cock into her
little body.

She choked out, "Oh God, you cock is like marble.  So fucking hard.  Oh
God, Alex, tear me up."

I groaned and pulled back, feeling Gareth's shaft impale me, stretching
my asshole tight and smooth with his girth.  I groaned and plunged into
her again.  I wasn't getting the right angle to come, so I leaned
forward and eased her down onto the bed.  I hooked her knees with my
elbows again and rested my forearms on the bed next to her torso,
raising her hips in the air.

I began pound her.  Gareth stayed embedded in my ass, thrusting in time
with me and adding force to my strokes.  She groaned, being pressed into
the mattress.

Gareth's cock was so hard and was punishing my prostate.  I howled in
ecstasy and felt Sabrina begin another orgasm.  It pushed me over the
edge, and I felt my bowels fill with Gareth's jism as I began to release
into Sabrina.  I was so lost in the pleasure I nearly didn't feel the
full condom begin slipping off me.  Sabrina reached down as I pulled
out, still stroking her slowly and grabbed my cock, holding it on.  I
panted and my hand joined hers.

I couldn't resist a few more tiny strokes, feeling her cunt suck on my
end of my cock.  I grunted and pulled out, pushing up on one arm and
carefully removed the condom, leaning over to put it in the trash.  As I
leaned forward, Gareth's cock slid out of my ass and I groaned.  We all
collapsed on the bed, Sabrina in the middle again.  She kissed Gareth on
the mouth, and he gently kissed her back.  Then she rolled toward me and
kissed me, sucking on my lower lip and making my cock jerk again.  I
stopped her, knowing she couldn't handle it again should I get excited.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX END NC-17 PORTION XXXXXXXXXXXXXX

She flopped back and sighed with contentment.  She was bleeding and I
could see smears of blood between her thighs.  I looked at Gareth and he
nodded.  I went down between her legs and licked her clean, sticking my
long tongue up her tunnel and healing her torn tissues.

She sighed and her eyelids drooped.  "God, I'm tired.  And I just woke
up!"

"We woke you up earlier than you're used to.  Sleep for a little while
longer, as long as you need," Gareth said.  She nodded and hummed again
and pulled the covers up to her chin.

Gareth smiled at her and then at me.  Gareth and I got up and took
showers.  I packed an overnight bag and called the airline to book
another flight to New Orleans.

Once Sabrina was up and dressed, we took off for the airport and boarded
at the last second.  We landed in New Orleans a couple of hours later
and I was anxious to get this over with and get back to Gareth.  I
enjoyed Sabrina's company, in and out of the bedroom, but I never felt
quite right when I wasn't with Gareth.

We went to the Garden District and she exclaimed over the house like I
had.  We knocked on the door and there was no answer.  I tried the
handle and it was locked.  I easily unlocked it with telekinesis and we
went inside.  I set her bags down in the hall, and showed her around the
house.  We had retired to the living room and lit the fire in the
fireplace when Gerard appeared in the doorway.  Sabrina was slouching on
the couch, relaxed and happy and he didn't see her at first, as the back
of the couch faced the doorway.  "What are you doing here again?" he
asked, seemingly not unnerved to find me here.

"I brought you a present," I said.

"What are you talking about?" he asked.  "Who's with you?  I feel them.
Is Gareth here?"

I said, "Come in here, Gerard, I have someone I want you to meet."

He walked quickly into the room as Sabrina sat up and smiled at him, her
soft blonde waves cascading around her shoulders.  She stood up, all
five foot of her and he stopped and stared at her, his mouth open in
surprise.  He tentatively stuck out his hand and said, "Hi, I'm Gerard."

She smiled, "I'm Sabrina.  Nice to meet you."

"Where did he find someone as exquisite as you?" Gerard asked.

She blushed and tipped her head down, looking at him from under her
lashes.  He was a charmer and despite his obvious overture, I could tell
she was flattered and I chuckled.  Yeah, I didn't think sex was going to
be problem.  He would be on her like white on rice as soon as I left.

"Her partner killed himself, Gerard.  She's on her own too."

His face dropped.  "Oh, I'm so sorry.  That's awful," he sympathized,
and took her little hand between both of hers.  He couldn't take his
eyes off her.

I said, "She wants to try and stay here, Gerard, and see if you two get
along.  She's a fledgling, so you'll have things to teach her.  And
Gareth sent me with a list of rules.  I have to go over them with you
tonight, because I'm leaving tomorrow evening at dusk."

He finally dropped her hand reluctantly and nodded eagerly at me.
"Sure.  Let's get started."

I chuckled at his enthusiasm and winked at Sabrina.  He said, "Let me
just hang up my coat."  He hadn't taken it off when he came in.  He left
the room.

Sabrina whispered, "He's so handsome!"

I smiled and showed my amusement.  She looked sheepish but then
shrugged.  He came back in and we all sat down.  He sat next to Sabrina
and kept stealing glances at her.  I know he was dumb founded that I had
brought someone so beautiful.  I think he'd been expecting a male
companion, or an older female.  Sabrina truly did look like a little
Barbie doll.

We talked for several hours until I had relayed all of Gareth's
instructions and Gerard had committed them to his eidetic memory.  I
ended the conversation on a high note by saying, "Do you have any
condoms?"

He looked stricken.  "No, I haven't needed them."

I smiled and said, "I have some I can give you, but go get some
tomorrow.  Get magnums."

He nodded, "I will."

I grinned again and said, "Let's sleep.  I'll be gone when you two rise
tomorrow.  Good luck, and let us know if you have any questions or there
are any problems."

We all retired to the bedroom on the third floor.  Gareth had said he
would call the housekeeper and inform her of the new resident.  She was
being overpaid and didn't question her charges' nocturnal habits.  I had
called Clyde Vogel and told him to wire some money to Gerard.  I told
him to pick it up at the Western Union tomorrow.  He was clearly stunned
at Gareth's generosity and was almost annoying with his fumbling thanks.

I woke early, dusk just descending on the city.  I showered and dressed
quickly, grabbing my overnight bag, and slipping out of the house.  I
couldn't wait to be back on the east coast.

Xxxxxxxxxxxx

I didn't say anything to Gareth when I came into the house.  I just
dropped my bag and grabbed him.  He chuckled but kissed me back and led
me up to the bedroom.

We made slow, passionate love to one another and then got up and went
out to feed.  We returned and slept.  He rose and cut his hair for work
and left.  I slept for the rest of day, exhausted from my travels and
woke as he was arriving home.  We went out to feed again and I was happy
to be back into a routine.  We resumed our search and spent the early
evenings scouring the papers we were now receiving for hints of unusual
deaths.  Weeks passed with no luck.

Then everything happened at once.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxx
THREE WEEKS LATER
KENDALL FAIR'S ESTATE
FALLS CHURCH, VA

First a letter arrived addressed to Kendall Fair.  It was from a man who
called himself Liam Markov.  It was short and sweet:

[[Kendall -

I heard you are looking for me.
I am not in hiding. I live at the following address:
148 Woodville Road
Warren, CT

It's a small hamlet in Connecticut, outside of Litchfield.  So small in
fact, that it doesn't have its own post office.  The mailing address is
New Preston, CT, 06777, the location is Warren.  Mail goes through New
Preston.

My phone is:  860-868-5492.  I know where the others are.

Yours,
Liam Markov  ]]

Next to his signature was a drop of blood that had bled through the
paper, letting us know that he was a blood drinker.  I waited anxiously
for Gareth to arrive home.  I debated going to him at work, but decided
against it.  I had risen only a half hour earlier and checked the mail.
He would be home soon.

This could be the break we'd been waiting for.  He came through the door
around 6:30 PM, and knew immediately that something was going on.

"What's wrong, Alex?"

"Nothing, yet.  But we got an interesting piece of mail."

"Oh?"

I simply handed him the letter after he'd taken off his coat and hung it
on the coat rack, and divested himself of his suit coat, which he slung
over the back of the living room couch.

He read it quickly and silently and then looked up at me.  "Interesting,
indeed."

"Should we call him?"

"No, I think we should pay him a visit."

"Tonight?"

He paused.  "I'm not sure yet.  Let's see what we can dig up on him, if
anything.  This may not be the name he uses in real life."

"Or it may be the name, and his real name is something entirely
different."

"Too true," he said simply.

I followed him into the study.  He sat down and his fingers flew over
the keyboard, doing searches on several search engines under each name
separately and the two names together.  He found a website on the town,
www.warrenct.com.

Quaint little place, very rural, about 1,000 inhabitants.  I hoped he
didn't feed in that town.  It was the type of town where everyone knew
everyone and also knew what everyone else was doing.

I called Mulder and Scully to ask if they were familiar with that area.
Mulder said that his father had lived in Greenwich about an hour away.
He didn't know it intimately, but he knew of the town.  They had a great
Fall Festival every year to raise money for their volunteer fire company
and volunteer ambulance service.  Vendors from all over the tri-state
area came to hawk their wares.  There was usually an auction.  It was
held at Warren Woods, a town park, which was why he knew of the place.
I thanked him, telling him only that we might have a lead on one of our
missing family.  He grunted and told me to ask if we needed their help
with anything.

Gareth found little information on the man other than his name and
address and a few purchases he had made on the internet.  He estimated
that we could make the flight ourselves in three hours.  That was a lot
of flying, but we decided to risk it.  Hopefully, he would be
cooperative and we could spend the night and not have to come back
tonight, which might be cutting our window a little close.

Gareth called Skinner, telling him he wouldn't be in to work the next
day and asking him to tell Kelli and check to see if anything critical
needed attention.  He would be back the day after tomorrow.  Skinner
readily agreed and told us he was taking Kimberly out to dinner the
following night.

We packed one knapsack with clean underwear and two clean shirts, which
I strapped on my back, and at 8:00 PM, we were in the air and away we
went.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXX
148 WOODVILLE ROAD
WARREN, CT

We touched down in a corn field on Route 341 in Warren, CT, and
proceeded to run the rest of the way, until we found the house with the
mailbox marked '148'.  We stood outside and listened first, hearing
nothing.  We could both feel him inside though.  He was an old vampire,
older than we had anticipated.  Gareth said he was at least 1,000 years
old.  We scanned the property, seeing an old horse barn in the back
yard.  The white clapboard house itself was a two story colonial fronted
by a row of hemlocks.  We approached the front door.  I raised my hand
to knock when the door swung open.  A man who appeared to be in his
early fifties opened the door.  He was tall, at least six foot, but we
both were taller.  He had black salt and pepper hair and brown eyes.
His skin was smooth as glass and pale as the moonlight.  He was dressed
in jeans and a polo shirt.

He merely smiled and stood back, opening his door wider and motioning us
inside.  Gareth nodded acknowledgement and crossed the threshold.  I
followed warily, keeping my eye on Gareth's back.  We said nothing as
Gareth walked the perimeter of the house.  I assumed he was making sure
no one else was there and was reaching out with his senses to make sure
we were alone.  The house was a rambling, old thing with low ceilings.
Both Gareth and I had to duck to go through a couple of the archways
that separated the living room from the dining room, and another that
separated the dining room from the kitchen.  We finally retired to the
den and sat down on a sofa.  Liam sat in a recliner and lifted the leg
rest casually.  We all stared in silence for several moments and finally
Gareth broke the silence.

"Hello, Liam."

"Hello.  I must admit I'm surprised at the speed of your arrival.  I
only sent that letter three days ago."

"We just got it tonight," Gareth replied.

One eyebrow shot up and he said.  "Did you take a flight from D.C.?"

Gareth met his stare and calmly said, "No, we flew."

He looked puzzled for a moment and then understanding dawned on him.
"Holy Christ.  That's a long flight."

"Yes, it was.  Can you fly?"

"Some, not that far though."

"You are old," Gareth said simply.

"You are older," Liam rejoined, smiling at the word play.

Gareth smiled and said, "This is my companion, Alex."

Liam nodded his acknowledgement.  "Hello, Alex.  To answer your question
properly, yes, I'm 1,200 years old.  Why were you looking for me?"

"There's been a change in leadership, and I wanted to know where
everyone was, so they could be accounted for."

"Change in leadership.  I assume that means the old witch, Zebrosia,
took
the sun walk?" he asked casually.

He knew of Zebrosia, which validated his age, not that we needed it.
The texture of his skin alone would have given him away.  Gareth said,
"I'm afraid we killed her."

His footrest slammed down and we both tensed.  All he did was lean
forward, very interested now.  "You killed her?" he asked slowly with a
hint of disbelief.  When neither of us said anything, he asked, "Why?"

Gareth shrugged.  "Old feud.  She wouldn't come to my call and hid
herself from me.  I'd been alone too long.  She came after my fledgling
and me ... and I killed her."

He pressed his lips together into a bloodless line and said, "Must have
been quite a fight.  Zebrosia was the oldest to my knowledge.  Now you,
I can tell you are old, but not as old as she was."

"True, but she only had about 50 years on me."

He nodded and looked at Alex.  "You're an enigma.  You're incredibly
strong, but you aren't that old."

I smiled.  "I got to drink from the fount, so to speak."

Understanding dawned.  "Ah, so you are the fledgling."

I nodded.  I figured I'd let Gareth do the talking with this old one.

Gareth said, "I found a rogue Maker in Egypt making fledglings left and
right.  He'd managed to make fifty by the time I found him.  We
destroyed him and fifteen of his loyal followers."

"Jesus.  What did you do with all those fledglings?" he asked.  He
seemed genuinely distressed that they had been made, which was a good
thing.

"We trained them and placed them in my properties around the world.
Alex did most of the training.  You know of the little drink?"  he
asked, changing the subject abruptly.

"Of course, it's how I've lived for years.  Too messy to be disposing of
bodies.  In the old days you could get away with that.  Nowadays, it's
much harder.  Technology and investigations ... too much risk of
exposure."

"That's good to hear.  I'm finding the younger ones were never taught.
We've been following a trail of bodies all over the world, trying to put
a lid on the practice of draining people dry."

"That bad, huh?  I wouldn't have thought there were that many of us
left."

"There wasn't, until Roseman came along."

"He was the rogue Maker?"

"Yes, but he's gone now.  But we had to train the fledglings.  It was no
easy task."

"I'll bet not.  You said properties.  You own that much property?"

"Don't you?" Gareth asked slyly.

He smiled slowly and nodded.  "I own my fair share."

"As Liam Markov?"

"Mostly, but I bury my purchases under dummy corporations."

"Would it be intrusive of me to ask for a list of your properties?"

He laughed now.  "Yes, but I'll tell you anyway.  I don't think you have
any nefarious purpose."

"No, I don't.  I just want to get a handle on our population and what we
own.  This way I can monitor everything.  I have no intention of digging
into your business.  As long as you don't risk exposure of yourself or
others, I really don't care what you do, business-wise."

Liam nodded and stood, leaving the room and returning with a typed sheet
that listed all the properties, addresses, corporations he had created,
officers he had set up for those corporations and various other bits of
miscellaneous information, such as what the properties were worth.
"That was fast," I commented.

"I keep it on my computer," he said.

"Not afraid someone will discover it?" I asked.

He smiled again.  "They'd have to be a master hacker to get into my
computer.  Highly unlikely."

I smiled.  Then he handed Gareth another sheet of paper.  This one
listed three names and addresses.  Gareth tipped it toward me so I could
read it.

Jeremy Coldwell & Leticia Myers
40 Moosehead Lake Trail
Greenville, ME 04441

Chen Saito
Lake Winnipesaukee
1000 Weirs Blvd.
Laconia, NH 03247

Gareth looked up at him and said, "These are the names of the others?"

Liam nodded.  "I've kept track of them.  I knew there were others, but I
never was able to find them.  Of course, I knew of Zebrosia, but she hid
herself well.  And, I knew of you ... Heruben, but again, never could
find
you."

Gareth nodded.  "I work at the FBI as Kendall Fair.  Most of my
properties other than the ones in D.C. are in other names.  I mostly go
by Gareth Teti, or Gary Viking."

"Ah, I see.  Short for Heruben Tiy-Teti."

Gareth nodded.  "Someone taught you history."

"My Maker, Cameron.  He was made by Amet."

Gareth frowned.  "I'm sorry to say I killed Amet as well."

"I know.  Cameron survived though.  I don't think Zebrosia knew of him
or she didn't care because she favored Amet.  He'd hidden him away, way
back when.  When Amet died, Cameron was a loner for a long time.  Then
he made me, taught me, schooled me, and then proceeded to kill himself."

"He was replacing himself," Gareth concluded.  It was a statement.

Liam nodded.  "I'm not sure I ever forgave him for that.  But he told me
of Zebrosia and Amet.  He told me of Vanessa and the feud that started
between you too, all the history.  When he died, he had no idea where
Zebrosia or you were located.  He knew of those three on that paper
there, and he gave me their names.  I've kept track of them.  Jeremy and
Leticia have been together for centuries."

"Are they as old as you?"

"Nearly.  I believe Jeremy and Leticia are of an age, probably a
thousand years old.  Chen is younger, maybe eight hundred."

"Still formidable blood drinkers," I added.

He nodded.  "They know of the little drink.  I made sure of it.  They
knew of Zebrosia's prohibition on making fledglings.  None of them has
ever violated it."

"I hold the same rule."

"Understandable."

"However, I'm not as cruel as Zebrosia."

"How so?"

"I don't believe anyone should be alone.  It's too lonely and is what
generally made the ancients take the 'sun walk', as you put it."

He chuckled.  "I'm content ... but I won't lie.  I am lonely."

"Could you and Chen hook up?" I asked.

He smiled.  "Maybe.  We've talked about it, but neither of us wants to
leave our present digs."

I nodded and turned to Gareth.  "What about moving some fledglings?"

Gareth nodded.  "Do you wish for a companion, Liam?"

"Yes," he said roughly.

"Would you care if it was a fledgling?" I asked.

He shook his head.  "No, I know how to teach the young ones."

Gareth held his gaze.  "Would you promise to keep your blood from them
unless I gave you permission?"

He nodded.  "Of course.  I am old, and strong.  I understand the fear."

Gareth nodded.  "This is not to say that if the fledgling proves worthy
or able to handle the power, that I will not give you that permission."

"Understood."

"Do you prefer male or female?" I asked.

He shrugged.  "I don't care either way."

"Who did you have in mind, Alex?" Gareth asked me.

"Tracy or Christina.  They were placed together with Depak, but I think
Tracy and Depak was a pair.  I don't know, but I sensed that Christina
felt like a third wheel."

Gareth nodded.  "Where were they placed?"

"Mexico."  He probably knew this if he thought about it.  He'd given me
the list of his properties.  I knew the fledglings better so I'd talked
to them and decided on the location placements, according to choices and
language and several other factors.

Gareth turned to Liam.  "Christina is a lovely girl.  She was young,
merely 18 when she was made."

"That's barbaric," he said.

We nodded in agreement.  Gareth said, "Nonetheless, she has accepted her
fate, but I will call her and ask if she would mind a replacement with
you.  I've a feeling she'll be delighted.  And you will have your
companion, and Christina will have a companion to call her own, instead
of having to share with Tracy."

His eyes were lit with anticipation already.  "I would be most grateful,
Heruben."

"Call me Gareth, please."

"Or King," I teased.

Liam laughed and Gareth scowled at me.  He turned back to Liam, "He can
be rather precocious in case you hadn't noticed."  We all laughed now
and I found I liked this blood drinker.  He was handsome and well put
together.  He was self-assured.  However, I sensed the loneliness
underneath all that.  It was a look that haunted the eyes.  I was
finding that many blood drinkers, particularly the old ones, had this
loneliness about them.  It was one of the things that struck me about
Gareth when I had met him.  His loneliness spoke to something deep
inside me.  The ones that were alone had that sense of being always
apart, and never really having a love to call your own.

We had each other now and I realized how lucky we were.  Hopefully, we
could alleviate this loneliness for all the blood drinkers in the world.
This Chen would need a companion too.  There were no other threesomes,
but perhaps we could send him two fledglings.  They would have to be
careful and hunt in a wider radius and be sure to use the little drink
always, but it could work.  My mind was flying over the possibilities as
we sat there.

Gareth and Liam made some more small talk and then Gareth picked up the
phone.  He called Clyde Vogel and got the phone number for his property
in Mexico.  We waited in silence while the phone rang.

Our acute hearing picked up the voice on the other end of the line, even
though we were not the ones holding the portable phone.

Gareth said, "Hi, this Gareth."

[Gareth!  How are you?  Good to hear from you.  Is anything wrong?]

"No.  I'm sorry to ask, but is this Christina or Tracy?"

[This is Christina.]

"Just the one I wanted to talk to."

[Why do you want to talk to me?]

Liam and I both smiled, hearing the shyness in her voice.  I'd bet she
was blushing right now.  Gareth had that effect on all the female
fledglings.

"How are things going down there in Mexico?"

[All right,] she said.  We all detected a small note of hesitancy.

"How are Tracy and Depak?"

[Oh, they're fine, like two peas in a pod.]

"Are you inside the pod, or outside the pod?" Gareth asked gently.

She hesitated but then said, [I believe I'm outside the pod, King
Gareth.]

"Just Gareth, darling, please."

[O.K.] she said timidly.

"I know of a blood drinker.  He lives in the States, in Connecticut to
be exact.  He's pretty old."

She laughed.  [That means nothing to us, does it?]

"No, not really, but he's been alone a long time."

We heard her small intake of breath.  [And?]

"And I was wondering if you would be interested in moving again?  I know
you probably haven't even gotten really settled down there, but ..."

[Oh, please!  Yes!  Oh, Kin ... I mean Gareth, that would be great!]

I smiled at Liam who was beaming.  "His name is Liam Markov," Gareth
continued.  "He'd love to have you come live with him.  Shall I make the
arrangements?"

[Yes!  I feel so ... I don't know, left out down here.  And I don't know
the people.  I mean, I speak Spanish but ...]

"I understand, Christina.  I'll call you when I've made arrangements for
your flight.  I'll give your picture to Liam and he will pick you up at
the airport.  All right?"

[That's fine.  What does he look like?] she asked, unable to contain her
curiosity.

Gareth chuckled.  "He was made when he was about 50, Christina, but he's
in fine form, salt and pepper hair, brown eyes.  He's very handsome."

She giggled a little.  [Honestly, I wouldn't care either way.  I just
wanted a description so I would recognize him.]

"You'll know him, little one.  You know how you can feel Tracy and Depak
when they are near?"

[Yeah.]

"Well, the older we are, the more our presence is obvious.  The feeling
is stronger and unless we cloak it, other blood drinkers can feel us
instantly.  He is 1,200 years old, Christina.  You will feel him, and
know he is the one."

She sighed.  [O.K., then, I guess ... what do I have to do?]

"Just pack, Christina.  We'll call you tomorrow with the arrangements."

[Thank you.  I can never repay ...]

"Don't worry about it, little one.  Follow the rules and that's
repayment enough.  Let Liam guide you."

[I can't wait.]

"Good night now, little one.  Better go tell your roommates."

[I will.  I think they will be glad to be rid of me.]

"Oh I doubt that."

[They feel obligated to include me ... I cramp their style.]

Gareth chuckled now.  "Well, you won't be cramping it anymore."

She laughed again.  [Good night, Gareth.  And thank you again.]

"Good night, Christina."  He hung up and returned to the couch.  "I
assume you heard all that?"

Liam was smiling so hard, he almost had a laugh line around the corner
of his mouth.  "Thank you, Gareth.  I'm in your debt."

"Nonsense.  Just watch out for her.  Teach her and protect her."

"Count on it."  He paused and said, "Can I have a picture of her?"

Gareth turned to me.  "You know them better, the details of their
features."

I nodded and closed my eyes, conjuring a picture of Christina as she
practiced her jumps.  I pictured her from the front, arms spread, feet
off the ground, crouching as she came in for landing, her light blonde
hair tumbling softly over the back of her shoulders, her plump breasts
straining the cotton of her tight tee shirt, her hip hugger pants
showing just a hint of her tiny hip bones.  When I had the image fixed
in my mind, I opened my eyes and looked straight at Liam, locking my
eyes with his and sent him the image.  He was not blocking me, so I slid
into his head easily.  I left the image and retreated, not looking
around at all, or invading further.

He gasped slightly.  "She's lovely."

I smiled.  "She's an eager pupil too.  She wants to learn."

He grinned.  "I'll teach whatever she wants to know," he said gaily.

We all chuckled and Gareth asked, "Can we stay the night?"

"Yes, of course.  I have my bedroom blacked out upstairs.  We'll have to
share the bed."

"That's all right," I commented.


PART 7 (PG)
KENDALL FAIR'S ESTATE
FALLS CHURCH, VA
THE NEXT EVENING

So we spent the night and left early the next evening to fly home.  We
arrived home around 9:00 PM.  I went about booking a flight for
Christina from Mexico to Bradley International Airport.  When it was
set, I called and gave her the information, and then called Liam.

I then booked flights for New Hampshire and Maine.  Gareth had a cabin
in Maine, so we could set up shop there, but I had to rent a cabin on
Lake Winnipesaukee in New Hampshire.

Before we could pack up for that trip though, we received a frantic
phone call.

I picked up the phone and Scully's voice exploded into my ear.  [Oh my
God, you have to get over here to Skinner's place, right now!]

"Scully?" I asked.

Gareth was on his feet and standing next to me as I talked on the phone
from our desk in the Study.

[Alex, there was a bounty hunter here, when he got home from his date
with Kim.]

"What happened?"

[They fought.  We were coming over to have drinks with him and Kim and
walked in on it.  Mulder always carries his ice pick now.]

I knew what she meant, the alien device that was like a switchblade ice
pick.  It killed them instantly if you could find the right spot on the
back of their neck.

"Is he dead?" I asked, a lump forming in my throat.  I sent up a silent
prayer.  'Please God, no, don't let him be dead.'

[No, but he's hurt bad, Alex.  He's burned bad ... oh God, please get
over
here.]

"On my way," I said and hung up.

Gareth had heard the entire exchange.  We raced for the door, not even
bothering with coats and were in the air five seconds later.  We made it
to Skinner's apartment building in less than ten minutes and bypassed
the elevator, taking the stairs and racing to the third floor.  The door
to 3C was closed, but we turned the handle and burst into the room.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
WALTER SKINNER'S APARTMENT
ARLINGTON, VA

Kimberly was there and she screamed involuntarily at our sudden arrival.
I kicked the door closed behind me and zeroed in on Walter, lying on the
couch.  Scully looked up from hovering over him.  Her eyes said it all.
It was hopeless.  There was nothing she could do for him.  Mulder came
in from the kitchen with zip lock bags full of ice, which they were
putting on various parts of his body to try and numb the sting of the
acid burns.

I walked to him and Scully backed away.  I met his eyes.  They were
frightened but resigned.  A large patch of skin on the side of his right
cheek was burned away, leaving the gaping wound of raw flesh exposed.

Gareth stood beside me.  I looked at Kim and then at Scully.  Scully got
the hint and said, "Kim, let's go upstairs for a minute."

"No!" she hollered.  "I'm not leaving him!"

Scully took her gently by the shoulders.  Kim was visibly trembling from
shock.  "Kim, let's go, honey.  If anyone can help, Alex can."

"I don't trust him!" she shouted.  But she yielded to Scully's gentle
guidance and they made their way upstairs.

He looked awful.  I asked Gareth, "What first?"

"Take a little drink, Alex, about a half a mouthful.  See what the
damage is."

I nodded and sat my butt cheek on the edge of the couch.  I looked into
his eyes.  "I have to drink, Walter, to see how bad it is."

He nodded slightly, no fear in his eyes toward me, only for the acid
continuing to eat away his skin.  I gently cradled his head and tipped
it sideways.  I struck quickly, hoping to lessen the pain.  My fangs
were razor sharp and it was like getting a needle, but it didn't really
hurt.  The neck was sensitive though and he grunted slightly as I
penetrated the skin.  I sank into his mind, which had no barrier against
me.  I sucked in his blood, tasting awful from the acid in his blood
stream.  I felt it burn my mouth and nearly choked.

I saw in my head what was happening.  There was too much, it was all
through his blood stream and was eating through his veins and arteries.
They would erode any minute now and he would bleed to death internally.

I gently pulled back and looked up at Gareth and shook my head.  "It's
all through him, his blood - it's eating away the vessels.  He hasn't
got much time left."

I couldn't believe he was still conscious.  Gareth swallowed hard and
shooed me away.  He took my place and stared into Walter's eyes.  "How
long?" he asked me.

"Ten minutes at the most," I said quietly and glanced at Mulder.  He was
making no effort to hide the tears running down his cheeks.  He wiped
them with his sleeve and sniffled.

Gareth turned back to Walter.  "You have ten minutes, Walter. I can hear
you if you talk in your head.  Tell me what you want."

No one else knew what was happening, but I knew Gareth had slipping into
his mind.  "Do you need to tell anyone anything?"

We were all surprised when he moved his deteriorating mouth and croaked,
"Save me.  I'm begging you."

Gareth's eyes slammed shut, but then he swallowed hard and opened them.
"Do you know what you're asking?"

"Y...eesss ... please ... don't let it ... end like this," he croaked.

"It's eternity, Walter."

"I know ... " his ragged voice whispered into the room.  Then he started
choking.

Gareth looked at me, silently asking my opinion.

**Your call, Gareth.**

**His blood will wound us too much and we won't be able to heal if we
both feed.**

**I'll help.  We can slash our wrists, let him drink that way.  Get the
process started.  Once it's started, it can't be reversed, right?**

**Right.  He'll be in a lot of pain.**

**He's in a lot of pain now.  I can't believe he's conscious.**

Gareth nodded.  Out loud, he asked, "One more time, Walter.  Are you
sure?  There's no going back."

His head nodded ever so slightly and he croaked.  "Pleeeaaaassseeee."

Gareth's fangs extended quickly and he slashed his wrist all in one
motion.  I heard Mulder gasp behind me, "Jesus."

He ripped at his wrist again, creating a huge slash, and squeezed behind
his wrist.  Blood poured from the wound and over Walter's exposed face.
It sizzled and Walter screamed.  The sound was eerie, the screaming and
the sizzling.

I pulled his pants down and saw the wounds on his legs where the skin
was turning a mottled green color.  I followed suit and slashed my
wrist, letting the blood drip into the few open sores on his legs.

"His mouth?" I asked.

"I'm afraid he'll choke," Gareth said.  He said to Walter, "Can you
swallow?"

"..eeesss," he croaked.

I moved around to stand at the arm of the couch and look down from above
his head.  I ripped my wrist open wider and quickly moved it to his
mouth, feeling the acid that was on his lips burn my skin.  I flinched
but said, "Drink, Walter."

I felt him suck lightly and swallow.  He gagged a little, but then got
into a rhythm.  Apparently, his scream had been the last straw for
Kimberly and she broke away from Scully and can running into the room.

"What you are doing?" she shrieked, heading straight for me.
Fortunately, Mulder was quicker than she was and wrapped his arms around
her from behind as she raced by him and lifted her feet right off the
floor.  "Put me down you bastard!" she shrieked again.

Scully, now seven months pregnant, made it the bottom of the stairs and
went briskly to Kim, taking her by the shoulders, while Mulder continued
to restrain her.

Scully took her cheeks in her hands and forced Kim to meet her gaze.
"If they don't help, Kim, he will DIE.  Do you understand?  He's going
to DIE if they don't help.  You HAVE to trust me on this."

Kimberly's face crumpled into a mask of despair, her mouth hung open and
a sound like a wounded animal left her throat.  It sent chills down my
spine.  Then she was sobbing, her body wracked with the shuddering
convulsions of the truly grief stricken.  I realized this had been their
first date.

Hell of a first date, Walter.  Way to show the lady a good time, I
thought ironically.  She'd just found out Walter was interested in her,
and now she might lose him.  When she realized what he was, if she
realized it later, she might lose him anyway.  We'd have to see how that
worked out.  I knew Gareth wouldn't be comfortable with yet another
person knowing who and what we were, but if Walter wanted Kimberly in
his life, there might be no avoiding it.

I turned back to the task at hand, convinced Scully and Mulder had Kim
under control.  Her eyes were darting to us, and I realized she would
realize in a second what we were doing.  The couch partially blocked her
view, but not entirely.  My wound was closing up, so I pulled my wrist
away and Walter moaned.

"Don't worry, just gotta open it up again, Walt," I assured him.

Gareth said, "I'll do the mouth this time.  Lick those burns."

I held up my wrist and realized the skin around the wound was mottled
and burnt from the acid and stinging like a son-of-a-bitch.  I let
saliva collect in my mouth and then began licking the area over and over
until the wound closed.

Gareth slashed his wrist again.  His wounds healed even faster than mine
and put his wrist to Walter's mouth, hissing slightly as he felt the
burn of the acid for the first time.

When he hissed, his fangs were clearly visible and I heard Kim gasp and
mutter, "Oh Jesus Christ, what is he?"

I turned and said, "Get her out of here, Scully."

She nodded and she and Mulder began taking Kimberly into the kitchen.
She tried to protest, twisting in Mulder's arms, but she was no match
for Mulder's iron grip around her waist.  He had her in a bear hug from
behind.

I tuned in and could hear Scully talking softly.  "Kim, I know what you
saw was frightening, but you have to believe me.  They are helping him."

"What the fuck are they?" she asked, her voice a frightened whine.

Scully said, "I can't tell you that, Kim.  It's not my place, but I
think they will tell you later.  They know you saw them ... as they
really
are."

"There's no such things as ..."

I heard Mulder say, "Sound familiar?"

Scully snorted and Kim said, "I don't think this is funny!"

"We're not laughing at the situation, Kim," Scully quickly assured her.
"Mulder is just commenting on my proclivity to be skeptical, even when
my eyes tell me something ... I can doubt it."

There was silence for several moments and then she said, "Is he going to
die?"

Mulder said softly, "No, but he won't be exactly the same man, Kim."

"What do you mean?"

"I'll let him tell you, all right?  Just know that he isn't going to
die."

He was going to die actually, or his human physicality was going to die,
but that was splitting hairs.  He had a lot of our blood in him now,
both mine, and Gareth's.  We took turns feeding him until we were
slightly weak.  His wounds had closed, but the healing was still going
on inside, and the dying of his human body was taking place at the same
time.  He was in a lot of pain, but he was taking it stoically, as he
took everything else.

An occasional moan did escape him.

Xxxxxxxxxxxx

We helped them clean up the burnt carpet where the alien had fallen.
Gareth and I moved Walter up to his bed.  We stayed with him through the
night, and then returned home to catch some sleep.  Gareth slept his
requisite three hours and returned to Walter, asking Mulder to buy black
out blinds for all the windows in his apartment.  Mulder did and Scully
hung them all.

When night fell, I woke up, went out and fed till I was stuffed to the
gills, and then I went to his apartment and joined Gareth.  He needed
another night before we could move him.  Then we were taking him to
Falls Church, where we could better take care of him and not worry about
the sunlight.

We were both aware that we were breaking our own rules.  It was an easy
trap to fall into, steeping humans in the blood because they were going
to die.  Who was to say who was worthy and who was not?  Gareth wore his
guilt like a mantle.  He felt like a hypocrite.

"God, Alex, maybe this was a mistake," he said quietly, while Walter
finally slept, infused with our blood once again.

"I don't think so," I replied.  We were whispering so softly, the human
ear wouldn't even hear us.

He swallowed.  "I don't know ... I just couldn't let him die, Alex.  I
looked into his eyes and I saw something there ... a will so strong ...
and
a ... faith in me that was scary."

I stood behind the chair he was sitting in at the side of the bed.  I
rubbed his shoulders and caressed him, letting him know I was there for
him.  "He knew you wouldn't let him die if you could help it."

"Yeah, but where does it end, Alex?  Do I save every human in my life?"

I sighed.  I knew what he was saying.  "No, but some of them are
special.  Would you let Mulder or Scully die if they'd been in the same
situation?"

"I don't think I could."

"Exactly."

"But how can I tell the others they can't make a fledgling?"

"You didn't say that, you just said they needed your permission," I
reminded him.

"But what if there wasn't time?  Like this, no one could have time to
contact me and still save the person."

I sighed again.  "You're playing the 'what-if' game, Gareth, and you'll
drive yourself crazy if you continue.  IF someone were to make a
fledgling without permission, and IF there were extenuating
circumstances, I'm sure you would not punish them as long as they were
honest about it."

He was silent so I continued.  "We both know there are exceptions to
EVERY rule.  Don't beat yourself up, Gareth.  I confess to having wild
thoughts about what a great vampire Walter would make."

He turned to look at me over his shoulder.  "You would," he said, a
twinkle in his eye.  I smiled at him, feeling affection steal over me.

"What's done is done, Gareth.  Like you said, there's no going back
now."

"I know.  I'll get over it," he said.

"When can we move him?"

"Not tonight, I don't think.  Probably tomorrow."

"Where's Kim?" I asked.

"Downstairs in the kitchen, fixing herself a sandwich.  She hasn't left
his side, Alex."

"She really loves him, doesn't she?"

"Yes, and that's another problem.  Will he be able to watch her grow old
and die?  This is where getting emotionally involved with humans gets
real sticky."

"Are you already anticipating him asking to steep her in the blood?"

"Eventually, he will ask that question.  Or, he will just do it, because
his heart won't let him do anything else."  I sidestepped the chair to
walk in front of him.  I sat in his lap sideways and he put his arms
around my waist.  "I can't imagine being without you now, Alex."

I smiled and kissed him softly on the lips.  "I'm not going anywhere."

"I know.  So I ask myself ... how can I deny this to anyone else?"

"Maybe you can't.  But that doesn't mean you don't need to be cautious
or that you need to retract that rule for the others.  Maybe just take
up those extenuating circumstances one by one.  If it bothers you THAT
much, put out the word that you won't punish them for extenuating
circumstances."

"That wouldn't work.  Everybody may have a different idea of
'extenuating circumstances.'"

"True.  I don't know what to tell you there.  Sometimes ... it sucks to
be
the King," I teased.

He chuckled finally and I was glad I could pull him out of the black
hole he'd been sinking into.  He kissed me hard on the lips and shoved
me off his lap.  "You're a treasure, Pet."

He stood and went to the bed, pulling the covers down and checking
Walter's naked body.  All his external wounds were healed now except for
a tiny spot on his cheek.  What little hair he had had turned to a
glossy sheen and his wrinkles were still visible, but were smoothing
out.  You could still see the laugh lines around the corners of his
mouth and the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes.

Gareth put the covers back up and Kim came into the room.  "How's he
doing?" she asked.  She didn't know what to make of us being here.  She
knew in her heart what had happened, but she was having hard time
accepting it.  She was fascinated and afraid all at the same time.  All
this I read in her without ever having to scan her.  She wore her heart
and feelings on her sleeve and her body language was like an open book.

Gareth turned to her, his mane of hair, having not been shorn that day,
hanging to his waist. I saw her eyes travel over it where it cascaded
down his back.  She was not used to seeing all that hair.  It startled
most people.  It was so beautiful.  "He's doing well.  He's sleeping
now.  He's healed enough that the major pain is passed.  He'll still
hurt for a couple of weeks, but it will be tolerable.  He won't be in
agony ... unless ..."

"Unless what?" she asked.

He held her eyes for a moment.  "Unless the sun hits him.  Be sure to
keep these blinds closed at all times."

She nodded warily.  "Is he ... God, I can't even comprehend it."

Gareth said, "We might as well answer your questions now.  I know you
won't be satisfied unless we do.  I'd rather you have the truth than
imagine all sorts of horrors.  And I need something from you too."

"What could you possibly need from me?"

"An oath," he said simply.

"You'd better explain," she said.

"Do you know what we are, Kimberly?"

She nodded hesitantly.  "I didn't want to believe it, but ... I saw it
with my own eyes.  I don't understand it, but I saw it."

Gareth nodded.  "We're blood drinkers.  What you humans in your
mythology call vampires.  Problem is that many of the myths are untrue."

"Which ones?" she asked innocently.

Gareth laughed at this quietly and said.  "We'll get to that.  The main
point is that we need for you to know that we are not vicious killers.
We do need blood, but we don't kill to get it.  We have other ways.  And
our main protection is that most humans don't believe we exist."

"Obviously, somebody knows you exist."

"Yes, and they are few, and they have all sworn oaths of silence.  We
need to extract that promise from you, Kimberly.  You can never tell
another soul about what you know or saw here the other night."

She nodded.  "Who would believe me?"

"That may be a point, however, it wouldn't take much for some people to
hunt us down for experiments and we don't want that.  Exposure is our
greatest enemy.  You can talk only to others that know what you know,
and that circle is very small."

"Agents Mulder and Scully," she said.

"Yes, and Walter, of course, and us.  We will answer any questions you
have within reason, but I need you to swear your silence about our
existence."

She nodded.

"Say it," he prompted.

She gulped and then said, "I swear I'll never tell another soul that
doesn't already know who or what you are."

He nodded and smiled.  "Thank you.  I do have to tell you that I'm a
generous man, however, on the subject of our exposure, I'm not."

"Meaning?"

"I never want to hurt humans, Kim, but if we are in danger of being
exposed, I have no choice."

"In other words, you'd kill me."

He held her gaze for a moment and then nodded firmly.  "Yes, I'm afraid
I would.  I wouldn't want to do it and I wouldn't be happy about it, but
the welfare of our race has to come first.  But as long as you stay
silent, you have nothing to fear from me, Kim.  I will protect you as I
protect Mulder and Scully, and as I've protected Walter."

"I understand.  What does this mean for ... us?" She was looking at
Walter.

"I'm afraid that will be his decision."

"You are capable though of ..."

I smiled.  "Being with a human?  Yes, we are, but we are ... uh ...
larger
than a human, and so some precautions have to be taken."

"We haven't been intimate yet," she said, blushing, obviously
embarrassed about the topic, but needing to know.

Gareth said simply.  "He'll have to wear a condom, otherwise he could
accidentally turn you.  You can never receive his blood.  That will turn
you.  His saliva cannot hurt you, it will heal you in fact.  He will
probably need to partially hypnotize you to have sex with you."

"Why?" she asked, sounding distressed about that.

"So he doesn't hurt you," I said.

Her brow puckered and I wondered how much of this Gareth would explain
to her.  Finally, he said.  "Look, you want it straight?"

She nodded, still looking slightly embarrassed.  "Yeah, I need to know
if we have a future."

Gareth nodded.  "Kimberly, his equipment will be huge, and it grows
bigger as we stay aroused, so big in fact, that we can tear tissues in a
human.  Do you understand?"

She nodded, looking slightly fearful now.

"But if the woman is excited first and we can start before we grow too
large, sex is possible.  If we do tear someone, then we can heal them
with our saliva.  Hypnosis is necessary so that you feel no pain, only
pleasure, even if you tear.  The tear is not permanent and can be healed
immediately afterwards.  You do not need to be hypnotized to the point
where you don't know what's going on, or that you won't remember the
experience.  But the hypnosis for the pain is for your protection.  I
will teach Walter how to do this.  Do you understand?"

She gulped again and nodded.  "Sounds complicated."

He smiled.  "It is, a little bit, but not to us.  We get used to it.
The thing is, when we get excited ... our true nature comes out."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Our fangs extend, we hiss, which is an unearthly sound to most humans
and can scare the bejesus out of them."

She smiled quickly but couldn't hold it.  He continued.  "And we can
become rather ... feral, for lack of a better word.  And our sexual
appetite is ... well, let's just say our libido is in overdrive, 24/7."

She did laugh softly at that.  "What would that mean for me?"

"It will be Walter's problem.  I do have to warn you though.  It's hard
for a blood drinker to ... have only one person to satisfy his needs."

Her face fell.  "Are you saying he would need more than one woman?"

Gareth hesitated.  "He might.  Or another man," he added quietly.

Her eyes widened at that.  "Walter is not homosexual!"

I grinned.  "Neither was I," said plainly.  She knew we were a couple.

"Oh, Christ," she muttered.

Gareth said, "Another blood drinker can handle the lust of a blood
drinker, but a human often cannot.  I'm just warning you, Kimberly, of
the potential problems you could run into if you decide to have a
relationship with Walter."

"I have to think about all you've told me."

"I understand," Gareth replied.  It was about 3:00 AM now.

She said, "I'm tired, but ..."

"You can lie with him.  He is healed for the most part.  He will
experience discomfort as his body changes, but our strong blood will
make it bearable."

"He wouldn't ... need to ... "

I smiled gently at her.  "No.  He won't need to feed.  And he wouldn't
attack you.  We do have control over our impulses.  We are feeding him,
so he won't be craving blood.  You have no fears there.  You can lie
with him if you wish."

"Could you leave for a bit?"

We nodded, knowing she probably wanted to undress.  We left without
saying anything more and went downstairs to sit on the couch.  I saw
that Mulder and Scully or maybe Kim had already replaced the remnant
carpet in the living room.

"What do you think?" I asked Gareth.

"About Kim?" he clarified.

"Yeah, is she a danger?"

"I don't think she'll talk if that's what you mean.  She's not a gossip
anyway.  Although this is traumatic for her, she loves him, Alex.  I
think she's way past the point where she could walk away from him.  I'm
just afraid she'll be hurt, emotionally, by his needs."

"You never know.  It's amazing what the human psyche can adjust to if
given a little time."

"True.  Maybe he will be able to slake his lust with her.  It will
depend on how willing she is to do it, knowing she may be hurt.  Even
knowing you're going to be healed and knowing you won't feel the pain,
the thought of being hurt is daunting."

"Especially for women," I added.

He nodded.  "Yes, especially for women."


PART 8 (NC-17)
KENDALL FAIR'S ESTATE
FALLS CHURCH, VA

We moved Walter the next night and set him up in our bedroom.  I stayed
with him constantly, while Kendall returned to work.  If he was away too
much, people asked too many questions.  He was beginning to wonder if he
should bother working there anymore, or if he should quit and tend to
all the other business going on in our lives.  We still had to visit the
three other blood drinkers and talk with them.

We still had to check on the progress of the Consortium members and make
trips to see them too.  He was out of vacation time and wondering if the
pretense was worth the effort at this point.  The plus side was that he
had the inside track on what was going on in the FBI.  Then again, once
Walter was on his feet, perhaps they could have him transferred into
Kendall's position and he would have all the safeguards of Kendall's
office that were installed against the sunlight, and they could hire
another D.D. to replace Skinner.

We considered approaching Mulder and seeing if he would like to be an
A.D. or a D.D.  We knew we could put him there with a little selective
hypnosis.  With the baby coming, he might want to be more of a homebody
and not so much in the field.  These were all things we needed to talk
about and take care of.  If Skinner remained, we would still have an
inside track in the Bureau.

We finally made our trips to see the 'others'.  They were cooperative
and we were relieved that there had been no struggles like the ones we'd
encountered in Egypt.  These were blood drinkers that simply wanted to
live their lives in peace.  We transferred two more fledglings down from
Canada to stay with Chen.  He was as delighted as Liam had been.

Liam and Christine had called to tell us how wonderfully everything was
working out and that they loved being together.  That had made us feel
good.  We continued to get the papers and skim them for unusual deaths.
Gareth was sure we had located all the blood drinkers now, but you never
knew when one of the fledglings might lose control and overstep their
bounds.  He was duty bound now to keep an eye on their activities and
make sure this now large population of blood drinkers didn't endanger
our existence.  It was a daunting task at best, but he seemed to fall
into the role of teacher/protector/King with ease.

Walter improved steadily, and was on his feet by the time we left for
New Hampshire.  We'd helped him to move into Gareth's townhouse in
Georgetown.  It didn't make sense to convert his apartment when he
didn't own it.  Plus, the townhouse was already equipped with the black
out room with the steel door.  He insisted on paying rent, and Gareth
had laughed at him, saying, "Don't be ridiculous."

We made him promise not to do anything while we were away for a few
days.  We'd drained our blood into IV bags and left enough for him to
use while we were gone.  We didn't want him hunting by himself.  We
hadn't had time to teach him all the nuances yet.

We returned as quickly as we could and took up our nightly training with
Walter.  He was alternately amazed and fearful of his newfound strength
and powers.  He was incredibly strong, having taken blood from both
Gareth and I.  We were still stronger, having drunk each other's
'steeped' blood.  We'd agreed not to do that with Walter.

I remembered the first time I'd sunk my fangs into Gareth's breast and
sucked the nearly crystallized blood from his muscle tissue.  The
euphoria that had swept through me nearly made me swoon.  It was this
ancient, crystallized, steeped blood that gave us the porcelain texture
to our skin, the hard feel of our muscles.  It was this blood that was
the strongest and most powerful.  It was this blood that enabled me to
increase my powers ten fold in a matter of weeks when we were preparing
for the battle with Zebrosia.  It was this blood from Zebrosia that made
Gareth and I the King and Prince of the Blood Drinkers.  It was this
blood that made us the undisputed Rulers of the Undead.

We would share it with no one.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxx
WALTER SKINNER'S TOWNHOUSE
GEORGETOWN, D.C.

"I can't get used to calling this place mine," I said to Kimberly.

She smiled and relaxed on the couch with a cup of tea.  She still hadn't
left my side since this whole thing happened.  I found that rather
amazing.  "Come sit with me, Walter."

I crossed the room, having to consciously slow myself down.  It was
tempting to rush everywhere and feel the rush of speed that I could
experience now, moving faster than the eye could see.  But I didn't want
to frighten Kimberly.  She was important to me.  Whether or not I could
have her in my life romantically now, her friendship was important to
me.

I sat down next to her, ever conscious of my newfound strength and
weight.  My body felt denser and heavier, but I could walk without a
sound.  It was eerie to me at first, but I was getting used to it.  I
looked younger, all the wrinkles having smoothed away with the infusion
of this immortal blood.  All my senses were now acute, and I could hear
the whoosh of her blood in her veins if I listened.  I could hear the
beat of her heart, and the whisper of her breaths as she breathed in and
out.

She sat her cup down on the table and turned sideways towards me.  "I
talked with Kendall ... uh, Gareth and Alex."

"About what?" I asked.

"About us," she said simply.

I knew I looked surprised, but couldn't help it.  "About us?"

"Yeah.  I asked if we had a future and they ... "

"What did they say?"

"They said it was up to us, but that it wouldn't be easy."

"Kim, we'd only had one date.  I'll understand if you can't continue
this with me being ... what I am now.  Lord knows it's a shock to me and
I
wanted it ... begged for it even, but ..."

"I want you, Walter," she said plainly.

I sucked in a breath, feeling my cock stiffen inside my jeans.  "Oh
God," I moaned softly.

"I want to find a way to make it work.  Did they talk to you about ...
vampire ... and human sex?" she finished finally.

I nodded.  "Yes, but I thought they were wasting their time.  I didn't
think you'd want to continue that part of our relationship.  We hadn't
gotten anywhere near that part ... one date for Christ's sake.  And look
how it ended!"

She laughed.  "Never a dull moment with you, Walter, I will say that,"
she deadpanned.

We laughed together this time.  Our mirth died and she reached out to
palm my face.  I sucked in a breath, feeling arousal tingle through me.
She said, "I'm in love with you, Walter.  I have been for a long time.
I can't just turn that off, no matter what's happened to you."

"I'm not the same anymore, Kim, but in here I am," I said, pointing to
my chest.  "I didn't want to admit it, but ... I did."

"What?"

"I love you, Kim.  What I've become ... it doesn't shut that off
either."

She smiled sadly but then we drifted closer.  My hands cradled her waist
as she brought her lips to brush against mine.  The feeling was electric
and I felt it zip through me, stiffening me again.  I groaned into her
mouth and fell into her, kissing her harshly, then pulling back, trying
not to be too rough.

She didn't seem to mind though, and kissed me back just as ferociously,
her tongue dancing with mine.  Her lips moved against mine, sending
bolts of sensation through me.  She pulled away, panting.  "I want to
try this."

I blinked, trying to rein in my arousal.  "I'm afraid."

"Have you hypnotized before?"

"I practiced when they were training me.  They took me out and taught me
how to ..."

"It's all right, you can say it."

"They taught me how to feed ... and how to hypnotize them so they
wouldn't
remember or feel anything."

"Did it work?"

"It seemed to," I said quietly.

She laughed at my hesitancy.  "I know you wouldn't hurt me on purpose,
Walter."

"If it hurts, you have to tell me, Kim.  I'll do everything I can to
stop.  Please don't let me hurt you."

She smiled gently and kissed me softly.  She stood up and held out her
hand.  I took it and followed her up the stairs to the darkened bedroom.
I could see in the blackness but she couldn't and so I lit a candle on
the bedside table.  It flickered and made shadows on the walls.  I
slowly undressed her, caressing her with my eyes.

She asked suddenly, "What happened to your glasses?"

I smiled.  "I don't need them anymore.  My eyesight is perfect."

"Wow."

"Yeah, I need to get a pair that are clear, no script, to wear at work."

"Yeah, I guess people would wonder why you suddenly no longer needed
them."

"Exactly.  I could put out a rumor about having eye surgery and then get
rid of them."

"More work than it's worth, I think," she said, her hands sliding up my
torso.

"Ohhhh, Kim, touch me."

Her hands began to wander once we were naked, and she gasped at the
sight of my cock.  It was its normal length of nine inches, but I knew
it would grow.  I had already experienced that while masturbating.
"You're magnificent, Walter."

"I need to start soon, Kim, or I won't be able to."

She nodded and crawled onto the bed, lying on her back.  I straddled
her, my cock lying on her stomach and leaned over to suckle her breasts.
She moaned and arched her back.  I slid a hand down to her juncture and
hissed when I felt her slick folds part like a flower at the coaxing of
my fingers. "I'm ready," she whispered.

I reached over to the nightstand and pulled out the condoms I'd recently
bought.  I ripped one off the strip, used my teeth to open it and
quickly slid it over my heated, engorged flesh.  I took up a position
between her legs and she raised them to wrap them around my hips.

"Look at me," I said.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXX NC-17 PORTION XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

She did and I stared into her eyes, sending her the hypnotic suggestion.
**All you will see are my normal teeth, all you will feel is pleasure.
Any pain will turn to pleasure.  Every time I grow, you will orgasm.
Any tearing will cause an orgasm.**

I almost felt guilty planting that last one, but that's what I'd been
told to do.  She smiled and said, "Now, Walter."

I put the enormous glans of my cock against her tiny cunt and pressed
inside, feeling myself throb and grow longer and wider.  She moaned and
a quick orgasm shot through her, as I pushed steadily inside.  A warm,
hard pulse went through me, ending in my cock and I felt myself lengthen
and grow wider still.  She choked on a sob, "Oh, fuck, Walter."  And her
sheath vibrated on my penetrating rod.

I slid into her mind, unable to resist and felt her seized with by a
lust so terrible that she was determined to take me.  She would die just
for this moment with me.  I felt her warmth and love too. She couldn't
believe she was here with me.  I moaned at her adoration, knowing I
didn't deserve it.  She lifted her hips suddenly and thrust herself up
onto my throbbing cock and I slid further inside, stretching her,
hurting her.  My hips jerked in reaction to her lust and punched further
inside, ripping her and she screamed.  But the pain wasn't there and her
ecstasy was immediate as she climaxed again.

I filled her with my cock, stuffed her to bursting and bottomed out
against cervix, feeling her walls clench and release again.  She had
climaxed four times just from my penetration.  My head swam with lust.
I was now about eleven inches long, and had fit most of myself inside.
I began to pump, moaning at the tightness of her walls around my girth.
She seemed to suck on me as I retreated, trying to hold me in.

I felt my nipples harden and my spine tingle as I sent my cock rushing
home into her, over and again. I opened my mouth to moan and a loud hiss
emerged, "Hhhhhhhhgggggggggggggggkkkkkkkkkkkkkk."  My fangs extended at
the same moment and I snapped my head down to look at her. I had
startled myself.  She had no reaction so I assumed my hypnosis had
worked.

I was rapidly losing my control and began to pump in and out of her more
quickly, tempering my impact as best I could.  My heavy balls slapped
against her ass as I drilled her hard and deep. I howled when I felt
another throb and felt my cock extend another half inch or so.  I
swelled wider and felt her walls constrict tighter around my stretched
skin.

She wailed and began to orgasm, her muscles clamping onto my rock hard
cock.  She was stretched to the limit and every muscle spasm gripped my
entire length with the strength of a cock ring.

I shoved myself into her with terrible force, feeling my grip loosening
on my control.  I was burying myself to the balls and I knew I was too
large.  I felt something let loose and I sunk deeper.  She screamed and
had another orgasm.  I realized something inside had torn.

I felt remorse but it was overridden by my incredible lust.  I was
moving in and out of her like a battering ram, feeling my rock hard
glans, the size of a big apple stretching her cervix to a thin membrane
as my cock punched up towards her womb.  I took a deep breath and slowed
down.  I could smell her blood from the torn tissue and I inhaled deeply
and growled around my new protruding fangs.

She was panting and flushed she slowed with me to match my stride.  I
croaked out, "I have to cum soon."

She nodded, clearly not feeling the pain and for that I was grateful.
She said in a breathless voice, "Let me turn over."

I groaned as I retreated from her tunnel, watching my blood streaked
cock emerge inch and after inch.  I was huge now, pushing a foot long.
She moaned and rolled over, offering her ass to me.

I lowered myself, shaking with lust, and my cock forged a burning path
back into her tight sheath, opening her body without mercy.  I was
careful not to ram into her and I bottomed out against her cervix again.
I could push deeper this way and the feeling was exquisite.  I pushed
hard, pinning her hips to the mattress and stretching her cervix to the
limit.  I felt that near painful throb again and felt my skin stretch
...
wider, longer.  I was hard as steel.  She screamed and peaked again.

She suddenly reached between us and cupped my aching balls in her tiny
hand.  She squeezed and I roared and plunged in and out of her.  Thirty
seconds later, I felt my cock ejaculate like a fire hose.  She began to
orgasm again.  My thrusts pushed her deeper into her orgasm and it went
on and on as I emptied my gigantic balls into her little body.  She
trembled with me till the last drop and I collapsed on top of her.

I realized I was about to lose the condom, and carefully retracted
myself, holding it gently and removed it, throwing it in the trash.  She
rolled over looking content.

I grabbed some tissues and cleaned myself off.  Then I settled between
her thighs, lifting them over my shoulders.  She gazed at me with such
love and trust, I felt my eyes sting with unshed tears.

I lowered my mouth to her tender lips and began licking, groaning at the
taste of her innocent blood.  I elongated my tongue and snaked it inside
her, carefully licking her walls.  She moaned and writhed under my
mouth, bucking into me.  Before I was done with clean up, she vibrated
on my tongue, finding another release.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX END NC-17 PORTION XXXXXXXXXXXXXX

I didn't even remember it, but I realized my fangs were not extended.  I
wondered if they retracted after I came.  They'd warned me to be careful
kissing her after my fangs extended.

I slid up her body and off to the side.  I rolled onto my back and
pulled her up to lie on my body.  She kissed me tenderly, her eyelids
drooping.  "That was the best sex I've ever had," she muttered.  "God,
Walter, that was mind-blowing.  I think once before I came twice ...
that
was ... Christ I had nine orgasms.  I was counting.  And that last one
...
Jesus Christ, I almost passed out."

"I don't deserve you, Kim."

She slapped my hard chest gently.  "Shush.  I won't hear any more of
that talk.  You may be ... enhanced."  We both chuckled.  "But you're
still my Walter."

My Walter.  I felt tears sting the back of my eyelids again.  I pulled
her up and kissed her gently, feeling my cock stir and willing it to
stay down.  "I love you, Kimberly," I said roughly.

"I love you too, Walter.  We'll make this work."

I smiled tenderly at her, kissed her again and watched as her head went
to my chest and she fell into a deep sleep.  I hummed with contentment.
Maybe things could work out after all.



EPILOGUE (PG)
TWO MONTHS LATER
KENDALL FAIR'S OFFICE
HOOVER BUILDING
WASHINGTON, D.C.
6:00 PM

I picked up my cell phone on the first ring.  "Hi," I answered, having
seen the home number on the Caller I.D. readout.

[Hi.  Can you come home early tonight?]

"What's going on, Alex?" I asked, hearing the urgency in his voice.

[I just got a call from Dr. Sullivan.  We may have had a breakthrough
with the vaccine.  I don't want to go into it over the phone, but I took
down the data.  I want you to look at it as soon as possible and call
him back.]

I looked at my watch.  "I have one more appointment.  I can leave in
about a half an hour.  It will be dusk by then anyway."

[See you soon.]  He hung up without saying goodbye.  I stared at the
handset a moment, shaking my head at his impatience.  Then I smiled.
God, I loved him so, more every day.  His youthful enthusiasm kept me
fresh and alive and feeling like I could conquer the world.

A knock sounded on the outer door and I called out, "Come in."

Kelli stuck her head in the door.  "Sorry to disturb you, Sir."

"No problem.  What is it?"

"I just got a call from Agent Mulder."

I sat up straighter in my chair.  "Is something wrong?" I asked,
genuinely concerned.

She smiled.  "No, something's right.  Agent Scully just went into labor.
He's leaving to take her to the hospital."

I smiled broadly.  "O.K.  Thanks for telling me, Kelli.  Did they go to
D.C. General?"

"Yes, but I wouldn't go there if I were you, Sir."

"Why not?" I asked.

"It will be hours yet.  It is her first baby, after all.  They'll
probably want some time alone at first anyway.  Most mothers don't want
people seeing them all messed up from childbirth.  If she delivers
tonight, give it till tomorrow and go visit then.

I smiled again.  "Good advice, Kelli.  Thank you."  She blushed and
nodded, closing the door behind her.

"Way to go, Agents.  Way to go," I whispered into my empty office.

THE END.