TITLE: Where Angels Burn...
Inspired by the 2nd Season ep "3"

AUTHOR: Foxhunt2blue
All input is welcomed. Please see fit to be
kind though this was my very first fanfic.
Started: July 4, 2000 Finished: January 2001
E-mail: foxhunter2blue@yahoo.com or Kitsunegari2001@aol.com

SUMMARY: A ghost from Mulder's past rears it's head
in a horrifying turn of events.            
                                                                          
RATING: NC-17 for Language, Violence, & Sexual Situations.
There are scenes of sexual assault if your under 18 or 
opposed turn back now.

DISCLAIMER: None of our heroes belong to me. They belong
to Fox, 10-13 Productions, & Chris Carter. The title is 
from the song "Tears of Pearls" recorded by Savage Garden.
The only reward I receive is my love of the characters.
CATEGORY: Angst, Torture both Mental & Physical

SPOILERS: 2nd Season Episode "3" I have set this shortly 
after the 7th Season Episode "Millennium.
 
DEDICATION: To RJK my best friend. If it wasn't for you 
I would never have committed this to paper much less 
posted it! Your the best!!

 
PART I 

One night that was all it had been, but she would never 
forget. That was why she had searched for him for five long 
years. Now here she was about to once again join the only man 
who had ever given her joy. The only one to treat her like a 
human.
She stood in the chill January air the first flakes of 
snow falling around her as she waited to see him. From around 
the corner he came running, his breath a cloud of frosted mist 
on the air. For weeks now she had watched from the shadows and 
she knew his every move even down to his nightly runs around the 
neighborhood.
The man paused at the front door of the apartment building 
bracing the palms of his hands on his knees. 
God, he was beautiful, she thought. 
That thick chestnut hair with the forelock that consistently 
fell over his right eye. She wanted to reach out and brush his damp 
hair back to reveal the eyes she had dreamed about for so long. Deep 
soulful eyes that had no one true color. First a rich brown, then 
an almost emerald green, but always shot through with the gold flecks. 
Slivers of sunlight. 
She wanted him so bad it hurt, yet she knew she must wait.
Stepping out from the shadows she watched as he stood and 
retreated into the building. Even after he vanished she could 
sense his presence, taste him on the chill wind. Beneath her deathly 
pallor she felt the hunger rise, a flush creeping into her icy skin. Her raven 
hair swirled around her as she stood there eyes closed, hearing his heartbeat 
among all the others who lived here. 
Suddenly her eyes popped open, her pupils no longer visible, they were 
fathomless pools of darkness filled with desire.
"Fox," she whispered then vanished into the shadows once again.

Despite the cold Fox Mulder was soaked with sweat after his nightly
run around the neighborhood. Running was one of the ways he alleviated 
the frustration he had in his life. After today he had needed the exertion 
of a long run to clear his head. He swore quite often that he was searching 
for the truth, but the only truth he desired at the moment was food and a 
hot shower.                                                                                                   	
Pushing the front door closed behind him he dropped the mail on the 
coffee table and stripped of his sweatshirt. With a groan he fell to 
the sofa kicking off his Nikes and closing his eyes, his lean muscled 
frame covering the entire length of the sofa. Even after the run he could 
not help playing back the entire day in his mind.
First he had discovered there was no coffee (Mulder with no 
caffeine?), then he had been called to AD Skinner's office for a thorough 
ass-chewing (what's new?), and of all days to voice concerns for him 
Scully had to chose today. Mulder had found himself in a heated 
screaming match with her over the latest comments from Skinner. He 
knew that she was just concerned, but damned if the woman couldn't 
be hard-headed as a mule (as if your not?). 
After blowing her cool Scully stormed from the room, something about 
ingrates, on her lips. For the rest of the day she had given him the cold 
shoulder and he couldn't really blame her. He knew he could be a bit of 
a bastard sometimes.
Rolling over he grabbed the phone and dialed the nearest pizza 
place. He was famished. In the back of his mind he could almost hear 
Scully detesting his choice of a meal. Some rude comment about the 
sound of his arteries hardening in the quite of their basement office. 
With that thought the corners of his mouth turned up in a half grin. 
The problem, he thought, was he wasn't sure if he could tell her about 
the strange feeling he had that he was being followed. Mulder knew 
Scully way to well she would never believe him unless he brought 
her proof. There was no point in mentioning it now because he lacked 
what she required. 

She stood outside the apartment building watching the play of dim 
light and shadow in the fourth floor apartment. With each moment that 
passed the hunger grew until it was almost unbearable. 
Had it only been a few short years since that moment when she had 
chose to sacrifice herself for him? Only then to discover that to kill the 
Unholy Spirit meant to become it. 
The pain had been with her long enough for her to begin to believe 
that her human existence was nothing more than a dream.
Arching her back she dropped her coat letting the falling snow dust 
her scantily clad body in silver. Just the thought of his sweet blood on 
her lips, filling her throat drove her to the edge of ecstasy. Her tongue 
darted out to trace her moist ruby lips as she thought of the pain and 
pleasure she would bring to his warm flesh. His suffering would be her 
ambrosia, the Food of the Gods. Then when she had drained him dry 
she would leave him with, but two choices. 
Death or immortality.
Really that wouldn't be a hard choice not after her seduction of him. 
Soon Fox William Mulder would belong to her both body and soul. 
He would beg her to take him until there was nothing left to take. 
Only then would the seduction be complete.

After a few beers and the pizza Mulder's eyes began to droop with 
sleep. The sudden invasion of the movie playing on the television caused him 
to set up and shake his head. A hot shower first, he thought, as he stood 
up walking to the bathroom. Maybe tonight would be the night he could 
finally sleep undisturbed by terrifying dreams. 
Then again maybe pigs could fly.

By now the hunger was worse than it had ever been, yet still she 
waited. Tonight was the moment she had anticipated for five long 
years. Nothing would get in the way of her pleasure at changing 
him. Somewhere in the back of her mind a voice cried in protest 
at her plans. 
Why turn him when you know the truth, it spoke to her, the pain of 
the hunger, the loneliness?
"Shut up!" she hissed to the voice.
His pain would end when he joined her. Just as her pain would end 
when she finally had him in her arms again. Looking up to the 
window she saw the light disappear leaving his apartment in 
darkness.
"Yes..," she whispered to the silent street, "I'm coming to you, 
my love."

She drifted lazily into the building, up the stairwell, her feet 
making not a sound as she made her way to the fourth floor. Down the 
hall she moved the sounds of the sleeping dwellers faint beneath the 
sound of his heartbeat. 
She paused sniffing the air delicately, groaning when the musky scent of 
his flesh reached her quivering nostrils. At the end of the hall she stood 
before the dark wooden door, the brass numbers glinting at her. 
Number forty-two. 
Just beyond that door awaited everything she had ever wanted in her 
life. The sound of his breath, his heart beating, was almost more than 
she could bear. She wanted to tear the door from the hinges and take 
him with the full force of her body, her mind.
No, she thought, as she forced the hunger down. If she were to do 
that he would be completely destroyed. Even if death did not claim his 
body her power would destroy his mind utterly. The power would have to 
be kept in check no matter what. 
Lifting her fingers she traced the numbers with a curved nail of 
deep scarlet. Now, she thought.
All it took was a flick of power to open the lock and rid the door 
of it's dead bolt so that she could enter. She laughed as she thought 
of all the horror movies where the monster couldn't enter unless you let it. 
With this power nothing could stop you. 
That first step over the threshold filled her with joy. 
Then the voice whispered in her ear.
"Don't do this. He was the only one who ever gave you happiness."
She clenched her fists and forced that damnable voice back into the 
darkness. A soft sound brought her back to herself. Slowly she turned 
and shut the door behind her then walked across the room. 
The only illumination came from the television, but she didn't need 
it to see him. 
So beautiful she felt her breath catch in her throat.
He lay stretched out on the sofa the light from the television giving 
his skin the appearance of creamy marble. One arm flung above his head, 
slender fingers curled into a fist clutching the pillow beneath his head. She 
crept to the sofa lowering herself to the floor so she could see his face. 
If there was a heaven, which she was sure there wasn't, he could 
have been an angel fallen to the earth. 
Her angel. 
Her beautiful angel, she thought as she reached out with trembling 
fingers to brush back a strand of hair from his closed eyes.
A soft groan escaped his lips. 
She reached out tracing them with the tip of her nail her dark eyes 
glittering. He shifted in his sleep with another groan. She was surprised 
to see a single tear force it's way from beneath his dark lashes leaving 
a trail of moisture down his face. 
What troubled his dreams, she wondered. 
Whatever the pain was she could smell it, taste it on her lips. 
"Sam,...no,...Samantha..," he cried softly, yet he didn't wake.
Was this the one she had sensed he had lost all those years ago? 
No, she thought, as she reached out to touch his face the shadow of 
beard rough against her pale hand. With a slow movement she ran her 
hand down his throat, feeling the warm pulse there, just beneath his 
skin. Then her hand ran down his naked chest slender fingers pausing 
just above the waist band of his sweats. He had lost weight since she 
had last saw him and she could feel his hip bone pushing through his skin. 
Poor man. 
He would welcome her with open arms when she offered to end the pain.
"Fox..," she whispered his name softly. Her voice filled with the 
power of her hunger as she reached into his mind pulling him gently from 
his nightmare.
"Scully..," he groaned his lashes fluttering against his damp cheeks.
"Come to me Fox. Come to me."

When he opened his eyes she smiled at him. At first his hazel eyes 
filled with confusion. 
"Who?" the question barely escaped his lips before her hand clamped 
over his mouth. He tried to lift his arms, but the more he stared into 
those deep pools of ebony the weaker he became.
This had to be a dream, he thought, as his eyes focused on the face 
above him. A cloud of dark hair floated against her pale skin, her lips a full 
ruby red. Mulder was drowning in those eyes, the same eyes that had 
welcomed him when he had lost Scully five years ago. 
A sudden realization hit him. 
This wasn't real she was dead, she had died in a blaze of glory 
saving him.
Her hand was icy against his lips. The hands of a corpse, a 
spirit.
"Kristen..," he groaned against the pressure of her palm.
"My beautiful angel," she whispered in his ear her tongue playing 
along the curve of his jaw. "At last I've found you. Come to me. Let me 
end your pain."

He shivered beneath her as she ran her tongue down his throat, 
lingering on the pulse that pounded with fear. She reached deeper into 
his mind her power calming him, slowing his heart rate. Looking into 
those rich golden eyes she watched as the fear was replaced with a look 
of shock. Slowly his eyes glazed over and she knew that he was controlled, 
yet she could still feel him fighting her.
Her lips caressed his chest the warmth of blood beneath his skin 
was more than she could tolerate. Her teeth tore at the flesh just below 
his left nipple. A groan escaped his lips as she lapped at the tiny wound, the 
taste of his blood on her lips was exquisite.

Mulder could feel her inside his head, fucking with his mind. His 
heart felt as though it would tear through his rib cage. This had to 
be a nightmare his mind had dredged up from the past. Something 
he would have preferred to have never remembered in the first place.
Slowly he felt his heart begin to settle and a thick fog filled 
his head. Her kisses were soft and cool against his flushed skin. 
Kristen's head lowered to his chest and he felt her teeth tear into his 
skin. He groaned in a mixture of terror and ecstasy as he felt her licking 
his blood as it welled from her bite mark. 
A nightmare, his mind screamed. 
To many horror movies that's all this was.
With sudden embarrassment he felt his body begin to stiffen with 
her ministrations. He tried to move again, but he felt as if lead weights 
were tied to his arms and legs. Suddenly he realized just how a victim 
felt when they were being assaulted. They had no control over what 
was happening and neither did he. 
He cursed his betraying body as he felt her fingers caress his 
stomach, reaching beneath the waistband of his sweats and tugging 
them down. 
"Nooo,...noo..," he managed to moan as his mind realized what was 
about to happen. 
He was being raped. 
Raped by a dark nightmare.
	
Kristen felt Mulder harden beneath her as she licked away the last 
of the blood from his chest. She had felt his touch once, now she 
wanted him to feel hers. With desperate pleasure she tore his sweats 
from him and moved down to take him in her mouth. The mixture of his 
blood, sweat, and passion filled her senses as she brought him closer 
to the edge. 
Even though his body responded she could sense his mind fighting 
for control. He truly believed she was raping him and that hurt her. She 
cared for him she wished to ease his pain. 
Why couldn't he see that?
Lifting her head she looked into his eyes glazed over in shock, 
tears running down his face. She lifted herself over him and moved down 
until they were joined together. His hips moving against her as he groaned
in denial. 
Fury filled her at his denial and she drew her hand back slamming it 
into his jaw. A spray of blood appearing at his lips as she smiled at him.

"Why..," he whimpered.
"I love you Fox. That's why I've come to you. Let me ease your 
pain." Her voice was a silky, hypnotic lie, Mulder thought.
He could already feel the swelling rise in his jaw as she continued 
to move on top of him. All he wanted was to withdraw into his mind, he 
thought, as he felt the throbbing between his thighs. 
As he came to a peak Kristen bit into his wrist, her teeth tearing 
a small chunk of his flesh away. His hips bucked one last time as he felt 
her tighten around him with her own orgasm. The sound of her gorging 
herself on his blood, as it ran down his arm, was more than he could 
take. Black spots danced across his vision as he slipped into the 
welcoming blackness.

When Mulder woke he was lying curled on his side, naked on the 
sofa. His jaw throbbed with a heat filled pain, his lips swollen and 
bruised. At first he couldn't remember what had happened and then 
images began to play across the back of his eyelids.
"Kristen..," he groaned as he tried to sit up. 
That was impossible. 
Kristen Kilar had died five long years ago in an explosion of glass 
and wood. They had identified her body by the dental records along with 
the other three in the house. They had been stalking her for over a year 
when Mulder had found her in Los Angeles, a trio of killers who called 
themselves the Three. 
Father, Son, and Unholy Spirit. 
The Son had been Kristen's former lover and she was terrified of 
him. She had not believed they were what they claimed neither had Mulder 
until he saw the evidence in front of him.
Pushing himself up with his right arm he choked down a scream of 
pain. His wrist was swollen and bruised, thick streaks of drying blood 
covered his forearm. Mulder's stomach lurched as he stood and fled to 
the bathroom on shaking legs. 
He barely made it to the bathroom when he heaved the contents of 
his stomach into the toilet. Sobbing he slid to the cool tile floor his head resting on the seat. 
"God,...please..," he whispered in a raw voice. 
It hadn't been a dream. 
God he felt so dirty, so violated. 
He could almost feel her lips on his skin, her teeth tearing. 
Jesus, she had raped him in his own apartment. 
With that thought he began to heave again until the bitter taste 
of bile filled his mouth.

Dana Scully lifted her head from the pillow looking at the soft 
glow of the alarm clock on her night stand. 
Three a.m. 
She shut her eyes and fell back onto the pillows, her tangled 
hair spread around her. 
Damn it, she thought, she couldn't hold a grudge to save her 
soul. Mulder had been such a bastard today when she had voiced concerns 
about his latest meeting with Skinner. He could be so stubborn sometimes 
she thought, a smile playing across her lips. 
She would never get any sleep if she didn't apologize to him. Reach-
ing for the phone she dialed his number. Silently she waited to hear his 
sleepy voice, payback time, he had awoke her enough in the middle of the 
night. 
Instead the machine picked up. She waited for the beep then spoke.
"Mulder I know your there. Look it's Scully I'm sorry about yelling 
at you today. I just,...well I,...Damn it Mulder I just wanted to apologize. 
Come on quit being so childish pick up the phone."
She waited a moment as her skin began to crawl with fear. 
"Mulder,...God please pick up the phone. Look I'm coming over unless 
you pick up this damn phone now." 
Silence greeted her threat. 
"Fuck..," she hissed through her teeth. Slamming down the phone she 
threw the covers back and began to get dressed. He had better be dead when 
she got there or she would kill him herself, she thought, as she grabbed 
her keys and headed out the door. Despite her doubts she began to get that 
squirm in the pit of her stomach, the squirm she always got when she knew 
he was in trouble. She often thought of it as her built in warning system.

When the phone had begun ringing Mulder had lifted his head weakly 
thinking he should answer it, but he just didn't have the strength. His 
jaw was still throbbing and between the nasty taste in his mouth plus 
the fire that was ripping through his arm he wished the darkness would 
swallow him.
For what seemed like eternity he swayed between the present 
thinking he heard Scully calling to him and the faint strains of 
unconsciousness. In the darkness the pain would go away as would the 
shame. Nothing seemed real as he lay there curled into a ball of quiver-
ing flesh on the bathroom floor praying for the darkness to come. Just 
as he was about to give in he heard the pounding at the door. It seemed 
far away and he heard her call his name. 
God, he wanted to answer but his throat was so sore and dry.
"Scul,...Scull,...Sculllly..," he moaned into the cold tiles. 

Scully stood outside his door knocking hard. Still no answer even 
after calling his name several times. Now she was in the grip of cold fear.
Where could he be? 
It was four in the morning and on the way here she had tried both 
the office and his cell phone. No answer at either number. 
Where the hell was he?
Finally she reached into her bag and found the extra set of keys she 
had for his apartment. 
Pushing the key into the door she had the sudden thought that she 
might need her gun. Pulling it from her purse she removed the safety and 
unlocked the door. With a soft push the door swung in and she moved with 
caution into the apartment.
At first nothing seemed out of place. 
It just looked as if he had got up to use the bathroom. 
Three empty beer bottles were on the coffee table along with a half 
empty pizza box. The soft murmur of the television almost soothed her for 
a moment. Then she reached for the switch turning on the overhead light. 
Scully swallowed a cry as she saw the bloody pillow that lay twisted 
on the sofa. She worked across the room and realized the table had been 
pushed back from the sofa. A bloody hand print etched on the glass top. More 
blood stained the sofa cushions, a trail of droplets moving towards the 
bathroom. 
Tightening her grip on the gun she moved down the hall following the 
blood trail to the bathroom door. God, she was almost to terrified to look 
in the bathroom. Licking her lips she took a deep breath and stepped into 
the bathroom. What she saw caused her to almost drop her gun.
"Jesus, Mulder!" she cried tucking her gun into the waistband of 
her jeans. 

Mulder jerked away as she touched his shoulder. He lay on his side 
his breathing shallow, eyes glazed over. The scent of bile, vomit, and 
blood made her fight back nausea as she took in the damage. The left side 
of his face was a mass of purplish bruises edged with an angry red. His 
right arm was covered with drying blood and was swollen around what looked 
to be puncture wounds. The worst part was his nude body was the color of 
a corpse, pale and icy. With each breath he took his body shivered 
violently.
"Mulder...," she tried to keep her voice steady. "Can you hear me?" 
Tears welled up in her eyes despite her best efforts. "Mulder please? Your 
in shock I'm calling an ambulance." She reached out pushing back a damp 
strand of hair from his face.
Mulder's arm shot out his fingers wrapping around her wrist.
"Noo,...please,...no doctors,...plea,..," his voice shook in fear, his 
hazel eyes wide, he let out a heart wrenching whimper. "Scull,...Scully, 
please."
She hated to leave him, but he was in shock and she knew he needed 
all the warmth he could get. Getting up she turned fear tickling the back 
of her throat and left to retrieve blankets from the hall closet. By the 
time she returned he had managed to pull himself into a sitting position. 
His knees drawn up in a weak attempt to hide his nudity, injured 
arm clutched to his heaving chest.
Gently Scully wrapped a blanket around his trembling shoulders. He 
looked like a little boy huddled in the folds of the blanket, his sweat 
soaked hair hanging in his eyes.
"Mulder you need a doctor. Please let me call an ambulance." She 
swallowed back the tears that threatened to fill her throat.
"No,...please,...Have a doctor..," he whispered trying to smile through 
the tears that streaked his swollen face. "You,...my doctor,...please."
She had to be strong, she thought, if not for herself at least for 
him. Taking a deep breath she tried to get him on his feet. He groaned in 
pain as she moved forward her tiny five foot three frame trying to support 
him. Considering he was almost a foot taller than her that was a good 
trick. Stumbling slowly she managed to get him to the bedroom and sat him 
down. 
A whimper escaped his swollen lips as she gently pushed his abused 
body back onto the mattress.
"Listen to me, Mulder. I'm going to get my bag from the car will 
you be all right until I get back?"
His head bobbed in answer.
"I will be right back and if I don't like what I see your going to 
the hospital. Do you understand me Mulder?"
"Yes..," he whispered.
She turned and fled the room hoping he wouldn't hear the choked sobs 
that rose from her throat. She had to be strong, she thought, as her vision 
blurred, the tears coming in a violent deluge down her flushed cheeks. 
What the hell had happened to him? 
Maybe it wasn't as bad as it looked, she prayed, her fingers rubbing 
the tiny gold cross at her throat.

Fifteen minutes later she sat on the bed next to Mulder gently 
washing the blood from his face. Not once did his eyes meet her's as she 
ran the damp cloth over his pale skin. His lip was split, but the bleeding 
had stopped, so she didn't think any stitches would be needed. 
The arm though was a different story. 
His wrist was swollen and covered with harsh bruises. A ring of 
punctures lined the inside of his wrist just below his thumb most of which 
had stopped bleeding. There was an area though which appeared as if the 
flesh had been torn and this still oozed blood.
"Mulder," it had suddenly dawned on her what had happened to his arm, 
"this is a bite mark isn't it? What the hell happened?"
He turned his head away, eyes squeezed shut in shame. Tears ran down 
his face as she began to realize there was more to the story than she 
wanted to know. Of course he hadn't told her anything at all, yet.
"It's all right Mulder. Don't be frightened." 
Slowly he turned back to her eyes brimming with shame and fear. He 
lifted the blanket, slipping it off his shoulders so that it pooled around 
his narrow hips. Scully sucked in a deep breath as she looked at his bare 
chest. There were at least five maybe as many as eight distinct bite marks 
on his chest and abdomen. Then she saw the bruises that decorated his 
stomach and upper pelvis trailing down into the folds of the blanket.
"Oh, God..," she whispered, "what did they do to you Mulder,...God 
what did they do?" Then it became clear. "Jesus, Mulder someone...," her 
voice trailed off in horror.
Scully began to weep as she pulled Mulder into her arms. Her mind 
did not want to believe what her eyes told her. Shifting the blanket up 
she wrapped it tightly around his trembling body as she rocked him back and 
forth. Her lips grazed the top of his head as he curled into her warmth. 
Suddenly he began to sob, not silent whimpers, but chest wrenching 
sobs that filled the entire room. She whispered into his hair trying to 
comfort him as she thought of how she would kill whoever had done this to 
him.
"Sheee,... sh,...she raped me Scull,...Scully," he choked out his voice 
muffled against her chest. "She,...she.. hurt me..," he whimpered like a 
beaten dog.
Her beautiful Mulder. 
Always so strong, she thought, always so proud. 
Now he lay limply in her arms like an infant trembling in terror. She 
would find this animal or man or whatever and she would make them pay for 
this.
"Who did this to you? Tell me who Mulder."
Between the moans and sobs she managed to decipher what she thought 
was a name. As she sat listening to all that pain pour out of him her anger 
grew. She would be punished, she thought, if it was the last thing she ever 
did on this earth. 
Slowly the sobs resided as what strength Mulder had left was used up. 
Soon he began to softly hiccup and then she heard his breathing ease. As 
she slid him from her arms she saw that a little color had returned to his 
pale skin. 
Thank God.
As he slept she finished cleaning and bandaging his arm, then cleaned 
and bandaged the wounds on his chest and abdomen. He never flinched as she 
washed his body, trying not to notice the intimacy of the act or the 
bruises on his pale skin. After she bathed him she found a pair of sweats 
in the dresser. Gently pulling them over his bruised legs and hips she 
covered his abused body. Then she gave him a shot of penicillin to ease 
any infections in the making. Whispering gently she managed to get him to 
swallow some ibuprofen for the pain then pulled a blanket and quilt up over 
him.
"My angel..," she whispered.
In his sleep Mulder whimpered. 
Leaning over she brushed his hair from his forehead and planted a 
soft kiss on his furrowed brow. Then she turned to leave the name coming 
to her once again.
Kristen. 

Two hours later she was just finishing cleaning up the scene of the 
crime. He hadn't wanted a doctor and so she knew the thought of the police 
involved would kill him completely. A soft knock came at the door and she 
opened it to find AD Skinner still half asleep standing in the hallway.
"Agent Scully this had better be import..," he stopped when he 
noticed her appearance. "Damn are you all right?" he ask as he took in the 
bloodstains on her t-shirt and jeans. Heavy circles of charcoal underlined 
her bloodshot eyes and he could tell she had been crying from the puffiness.
"Sir I'm fine."
Famous last words he thought. 
"Agent Mulder is he?" Skinner ask as he stepped into the apartment 
closing the door behind him. The strong scent of bleach filled his 
nostrils, but beneath there lay another odor. 
There was a faint scent of blood there beneath the bleach. 
Walter Skinner was an ex-marine, a Vietnam vet, he knew a war zone 
when he saw or smelled it.
"He's sleeping sir." Though she tried her voice still came out 
shaky. "Sir I need you to tell me what you know about a woman named Kristen 
Kilar."
Skinner raised one eyebrow in shock at the question. 
He hadn't heard that name since the night Agent Mulder had called him 
from Casey's asking for a favor. When Skinner had arrived he found Mulder 
blind, stinking drunk and barely able to stand or walk. He had figured that 
it was because of Scully's condition in the hospital she was still comatose 
and Mulder felt responsible. 
That hadn't been the case. 
Oh, Mulder was feeling guilty, but not because of her condition. At 
least that wasn't the cause of his distress at the moment.
For an hour he had poured his heart out to Skinner telling him of the 
case he had worked in Los Angeles. Skinner knew that Mulder had lost the 
only witness to a group of serial killers who drank their victims blood. 
Self proclaimed vampires, blood drinkers who killed with impunity. 
What had they called themselves? 
Yes, the Three. 
An unholy trinity who saw themselves as gods and their victims as 
only food. Anyway, the witness, had died in a house explosion while Mulder 
went to find her, she had tricked him into thinking she had left. Oh, he 
had guilt about that to, but the real reason had been his dirty, little 
secret. He and the young lady had been lovers for one night. 
The night she had died. 
He had wanted to know if Scully lived how could he ever forgive 
himself for betraying her with another woman? That was the night Skinner 
had realized that Fox Mulder was in love with his partner.
"Sir, do you recognize the name?" Scully was staring at him intently.
"Yes."
"Who is she, sir? Where can I find her?"
"You won't find her Agent Scully she died in an explosion five years 
ago. She was a witness on a case that Agent Mulder worked during your 
disappearance."
Just as she was about to ask what kind of case a scream came from 
Mulder's bedroom. Skinner drew his gun from beneath his coat and started 
for the hall. Grabbing his wrist Scully shook her head then ran to the end 
of the hall. Hot on her heels Skinner followed still not willing to put his 
gun back in the shoulder holster. When he reached the room at the end of 
the hall he heard the whimpering. 
Jesus, he thought, so much pain in that sound. Was that Mulder?

She was on top of him again. 
Teeth tearing at his flesh, slurping his blood down her throat. 
God, she was so strong.                                                                  
Why couldn't he move?
Oh, God please not again. 
Not again.
He could feel her rocking on top of him. Taking what wasn't hers to 
take. 
This couldn't be happening. 
She's raping me, his mind screamed, she's drinking my blood! 	
What kind of monster was she?
God help me please!
Jesus,...sweet mother of Jesus,...God.
It hurts,...it hurts,...please no more.
Scull,...Scully help me,...help me.  

Mulder sat up in bed screaming until he couldn't scream anymore. Sweat 
and tears streaking his anguished face, burning his eyes. Suddenly arms 
were surrounding him pulling him from the terror that threatened to explode 
his pounding heart. He thrashed against the touch of them, whimpering as 
the hands caressed his violated body.
"Shush. It's me Mulder,...it's Scully your safe."
"Nooooooo,...Noooo,...Noo!" he screamed. "Don't,...please,...whyyyy?!"
As he felt the arms begin to rock him the pounding of his heart eased 
along with the tightness in his chest. Looking up through the haze of tears 
his frightened eyes wide he saw the most beautiful sapphire eyes looking 
back. So filled with compassion and love he wanted to weep more. 
It had been a nightmare.
Kristen was gone.                                                                              
Scully was here. Her arms soft and warm the scent of her surrounding 
him (what was the name of her perfume?), he knew she wouldn't let anybody 
hurt him.
"Sculllyyy,...," he moaned her name. 
"Yes it's me your safe,...shhh,...hush." She held him to her breast and 
whispered into his sweat dampened hair. Her breath was cool on his burning 
skin.
"Pleasse,... don't leave meee,..,"  he whimpered. "Don't leavv,...leave 
me."
"Never." Her voice was strong. He needed that strength and he clung 
to her desperately like a drowning man to a raft.

Walter Skinner stood in the door for just a moment before he returned 
to the hall head bowed as he digested what he had just saw. Mulder was a 
mess, he thought, whoever had did this was a monster. It wasn't until 
Scully returned that he would know just how much damage had been done.

Sitting at the kitchen table they silently drank their coffee. He was 
still trying to swallow what Agent Scully had told him. Someone had beaten 
and raped Mulder. The thought of rape made his stomach churn and Skinner 
was not a squeamish man. What confused him more was her statement that 
Mulder recognized his assailant. He had identified that assailant as 
Kristen Kilar, a women dead for five years.
"Sir I know that he is not exactly in a sane state of mind right now, 
but why would he tell me the name of a dead woman?" Scully shook her head 
eyes glistening. She was trying to be strong for Mulder. 
Skinner admired her for that even though he disagreed with not taking 
Mulder to a hospital. Not reporting this to the police.
"What can I do Scully?"
"Well, sir I need all the information you can get me on this case. I 
need your help getting Mulder to my apartment, I really don't think he's 
safe here."
"You've got it," Skinner stood putting the empty cup in the sink. 
"Agent Scully there is one thing..," he paused.
"What sir?" Her eyes studied his face.
He couldn't, he thought, Mulder had told him the truth in a moment of 
weakness. How could he betray him like that? Besides, Kristen Kilar was 
dead no matter what Mulder had said in his shocked state.
"Nothing Agent Scully. I'll be back to help you later." He turned 
to leave not sure he had done the right thing.
"Sir, I would like to get him moved before nightfall."
"Sure." Walter Skinner walked out, his fingers knotted into fists.

She had been hurt by his thoughts of rape as she made love to him. 
They had been lover's once, Kristen thought, as she lay in her hotel 
room. Even with the shades and curtains drawn she could feel the sun 
trying to rid the earth of her.                                                       
During the daylight her power was not as strong, but she could still 
use it. Lifting herself from the bed she walked to the dresser studying 
the face that looked back at her from the mirror. 
Another lie about what she now was. 
Even her kind could have a reflection, she thought, mortals were 
foolish things. The change had been as surprising to her as anyone. She 
had sacrificed herself in hopes of destroying the Three. What she had 
not known was that her act of love had made her the perfect candidate 
for saving the Unholy Spirit. At first she had fought it, the demon, but 
it had promised her the deepest desires of her heart.
Her deepest desire was to stay with the one man who had made her 
feel beautiful, but he had thought her dead. 
Her bones had been buried. 
Fox Mulder had left Los Angeles and tried to continue with his 
life. When the demon's pact had been agreed to, her bones had knitted 
and her body had rebuilt itself. A new body with a strength and power 
she was amazed with.
Of course there were advantages to being filled with the power. 
Kristen Kilar now could manipulate those who had once turned 
from her. Their minds, their bodies. She was perfect in every way 
physically, what flaws she had once possessed, now smoothed away by the 
energy that flowed through her. 
Reaching out she lay her pale hand palm down on the mirror. The 
mirror did possess one ability. Focusing her power she could see into 
any place where a mirror was and in this way she could travel during 
the daylight.
"Fox...," she whispered, "Hear me my love, let me come to you."
A soft aura of silver-blue electricity began to surround her as 
she concentrated on her lover. Her tongue traced her lips remembering 
the salty taste of his skin, the sweet thickness of his blood pouring 
down her throat. Slowly the aura permeated the mirrors surface and an 
image began to form. Her lips parted to reveal pearly white teeth in 
a smile of satisfaction.
"Yesss,..," she hissed.

Scully had been in to check on Mulder once since Skinner left and 
she wondered if maybe she shouldn't take him to the hospital. He had been 
curled into a fetal position on his bed shivering, his chest rising and 
falling with his shallow breathing. She wanted to take the pain away from 
him, but she couldn't. Healing the physical wounds was the easy part the 
mental wounds went deeper.

Mulder just wanted the pain to stop. 
All he could think of was the look in her eyes as she raped him. 
He remembered Kristen as a lonely woman with a pain as deep as his 
own. She had told him a story from her childhood of abuse and how that 
abuse had led her to blood sports as an adult. Though his rapist had her 
face that thing could not have been her.
He groaned in his sleep. 
Across the room a swirl of blue light appeared in the mirror. From 
within the glass a soft whisper issued. A beckoning call to his mind.
"Fox,...Fox,..," a faint whisper tickling at the edge of his fevered 
mind.
Mulder's eyes popped open as he lifted from the bed. If anyone had 
seen him they would of thought he was sleepwalking.
"Come,...Fox,..," the voice continued to pull him across the room.
Shifting his arm up he reached for the mirror. A phantom like image 
of Kristen began to seep out of the mirror. Her eyes dark hollows of 
death and pain.

Oh, God please.
Jesus,...Sweet Jesus,...sweet.
Mulder's eyes rolled back in his head in terror. She was here in 
the room with him and there was no place for him to run. Opening his 
mouth he tried to cry out his lips trembling, but no sound would come 
out. Scully help me please. You promised you wouldn't leave me, he 
thought. Kristin called out to him. She was raping his mind now and there 
was no way he could stop it.
Lifting his bruised face he met her eyes as she took his bandaged 
arm in her pale ghostly fingers. Shame laid claim to his mind and slowly 
he began to  retreat into the depths of that tortured mind.
Soon the bandages were gone and her mouth suckled at his wrist. He 
couldn't scream, he couldn't turn away. Please don't, he thought, please.
She lifted her head blood dripping from her ruby lips.                        	                
Suddenly Fox Mulder found his voice.
"Sculllyyy!" he screamed in terror. With that lone burst of energy 
his trembling body collapsed to the floor. As his vision began to fade 
he heard Kristen's voice.
"You will be mine Fox. I will have you."
Then the darkness enclosed him in a warm embrace.

When Scully heard him screaming she assumed it was just another 
bad dream, a flashback, to the horror that he had endured some eight 
hours before. Even as she ran to comfort him, she was wondering if she 
had done the right thing. Not taking him to a hospital, not calling the 
police.
Just before she opened the door there was a moment when she thought 
she had seen an odd light seeping from beneath the door. When her fingers 
wrapped around the doorknob the light vanished. 
What the hell was that, she wondered.

Mulder was curled up in the far corner of the room when she found 
him. Eyes focused on some point in the distance. The bandages that had 
covered his arm were on the floor by the dresser. The wounds on his arm 
were bleeding again. Scully crept across the floor hoping not to shock 
him any further.
"Mulder?" she whispered.
Her answer was a faint whimper drawn out from a tortured throat, 
raw from screaming. Settling to the floor she crawled towards him her 
eyes never leaving his tear streaked face.
"Mulder can you hear me? Can you understand me? It's Dana,...Dana 
Scully. Your safe I'm here to protect you."
"Here..," a faint whisper.
"Yes, I'm here Fox."
He turned to look at her with swollen, red eyes sniffling. "Not 
Fox..," he whispered between deep gulps of air, "Mulder."
Despite her worry a slight smile came to her lips. Before she had 
a chance to say anymore Mulder had slid into her arms. His eyes focused 
back to wherever they had been when she entered the room. 
"It was just a bad dream. Come on, let me fix your arm back up."
At her words he began to shiver and looked up into her eyes. Wide 
hazel orbs filled with such fear and revulsion, she thought, what had 
he seen?
"Wasss,...here,...wwaass,...here," he moaned.
Scully followed his eyes to the mirror above the dresser. It's 
silvered surface was spider webbed with fractures as if a heavy object 
had slammed into it.
"Have,...ta,...lea,...leav..," Mulder stuttered, " coming back,...she's 
coming back."
Scully continued to stare at the mirror's fractured surface. It 
was only his irrational fear she told herself. He had been raped, his 
mind and body abused, she reasoned. 
In the back of her mind was another voice though telling her she 
was full of bullshit. Sitting there on the floor her arms wrapped 
around her partner's shaking form she ask herself one thing. 
How did the mirror get broke? 	

It had taken Scully quite sometime to calm Mulder after the mirror 
incident, but even then she had to give him a sedative. When Skinner had 
returned it was to find Scully setting in a chair with Mulder at her feet 
sleeping, his head in her lap. Without so much as a question Skinner had 
lifted Mulder into his arms like a child and carried him to her car. 
The trip to her apartment was a silent one as she watched her 
partner sleeping in the passenger seat. All she wanted was to protect 
him, that's all she ever had wanted. Now though she felt completely 
helpless. She kept thinking if only they hadn't fought yesterday maybe 
this wouldn't have happened.
Once they had reached her apartment Skinner carried Mulder to the 
bedroom laying him down gently. As she watched Skinner he carefully 
pulled the covers over the other man and sat down on the edge of the bed. 
With a tenderness she had never seen him display before he brushed 
Mulder's hair from his face, studying the vicious bruises along his 
swollen jaw. The man could have been looking at his own son, she thought, 
as the anger burned in his eyes. Then again Skinner was the closest 
thing to a real father Mulder had ever known. Bill Mulder had been a 
deceitful, abusive bastard so Scully had never understood why Mulder 
had taken his death so hard. Maybe even despite the abuse he had loved 
his father.
"Sir," she spoke barely above a whisper, "thank you for your help. 
I know he would thank you if he could." Looking into his eyes she was 
unsure of what else to say.
"I would do this for any of my agents Scully," he spoke up trying 
to ease her discomfort. "Don't ever forget that."
"Thank you," her throat tightened as she tried to turn away. Before 
she could Skinner wrapped  his arms around her in a comforting embrace. 
Then her tears began to flow as he stroked her hair.
"We will find out who did this Dana. No matter the cost or how 
much time."
She knew she must look a mess then. Neither Mulder or Skinner ever 
used her first name unless they were worried about her. She let out a 
half choked sob. She had tried to be strong for Mulder, but the look in 
his eyes continued to haunt her.

When she returned to his apartment Kristen was not surprised to 
find it empty. She had sensed the woman through her link with Fox. This 
was not the way she had wanted it to be, but he had resisted her. 
His body hadn't, but his soul, his mind had fought the power. 
She knew he was with the woman, but she didn't care. What was one 
mere mortal against the power of a millennium.
Turning she left the apartment and strode out into the winter night 
in search of her mate. She would just have to take him from this intruder 
and prove to him nothing was worth staying for in the mortal world. Once 
he understood the gift she was presenting him with he would come freely 
to her.

Mulder was walking through the thick mist of his memories. All it 
took was one moment to change everything. Samantha's abduction, his 
discovery of the X-files, Scully's abduction they were all moments 
crucial to the man he had become. Those ghostly images paraded across 
his drug induced sleep until he finally saw her. She had been fascinating 
to him. 
A riddle of the human mind. 
In her he had found someone who would understand his pain, his loss. 
A moments passion between to lost souls, both searching for their 
own brand of truth. He remembered that night with crystal clarity, he's 
mind would not allow him the indulgence of forgetting. His gift, his 
curse depending how you looked at it. 
Each touch. 
Each breath. 
Then the tender vision began to change into the nightmare he had 
lived through. Over and over again he saw her tearing at his flesh, his 
mind, and when he could take no more he began to scream.

Scully had fallen asleep at her desk reading over the files she 
had requested from Skinner. How long she had been sleeping she didn't 
know when she was awakened by Mulder's strangled cries.
Would his nightmares ever end, she thought. 
Mulder had suffered so much in his life more than anyone else 
she knew. Now though he had to suffer one more torture on his already 
full plate. Standing she headed for the bedroom already preparing for 
the worst. Scully thought she could cry no more until she entered the 
room to find him in an almost psychotic state.

She had trapped him in his own mind and he couldn't fight. With 
those dark eyes she controlled his body (TRAITOR!), but not his mind. 
How could any of this be real? 
A single tear ran down his face as he tried to run from the 
visions. Suddenly he ran into an invisible wall. Chest tightening he 
began to bang against the nothingness that blocked his escape.
"God dammit let me out!" Mulder screamed. By now the tears were 
a deluge down his pale face and his legs felt like jelly beneath him. She 
was coming back and it was going to happen all over again.                                        	                                          	
"Jesus Christ help me,...help me,...oh god,...please!" As his breath 
began to rattle in the back of his throat his hands crashed through the 
invisible barrier.

"Mulder!" Scully's heart caught in her throat then dropped to the 
pit of her stomach. He was against the wall tearing at it with his 
fingernails. Next to him the bedroom window was shattered blood every-
where. As he clawed at the wall his fingers left streaks of scarlet 
against the beige wall.
She ran to him as he slumped to the floor eyes clenched tight, 
rocking back and forth on balls of his feet. The sounds he made were 
those of a caged animal ready to kill for it's freedom. Grunts and 
whimpers followed by a high keening shriek like fingernails on a chalk-
board. Kneeling she reached out to touch him and he shrank back from 
her fingers.
"Mulder come on. Wake up it's all right," she whispered gently. She 
could see his arms were cut from the shattered window, but not how 
badly. As sudden as the fit began it ended his eyes popping open and 
she could see his pupils were dilated in shock.

When the wall shattered there was a sharp pain in his hands 
and then he heard a soft voice calling his name. At first he thought it 
was his tormentor so he began to scream in denial. Then the sound of her 
voice became clearer.
"Scully..," he whispered.
"Yes, Mulder open your eyes. Wake up no one's going to hurt you."
A harsh sound somewhere between a bark and a laugh issued from 
between his parched lips. God, didn't she know it was to late now. Someone,
no something had already hurt him and there was no turning back. Fox 
Mulder began to weep silently for the lose.

Whether it was a laugh or a sob that tore from his throat at her 
last words Scully didn't know. When she reached out this time Mulder 
crawled into her arms, his whole body shook with fear and exertion. How 
long they sat there she had no idea when he shifted in her arms. Looking 
down she found him staring at her with those gorgeous hazel eyes, his 
lashes glistening with tears.
"Scully I'm sorry,...I'm so sorry," he whispered. The pain in his 
voice caused her heart to ache with sorrow.
"For what," she whispered as she pushed his tangled hair from his 
eyes.
"For being such a bastard,...I'm sorry," a fresh flow of tears 
soaked his already damp face. He turned his eyes down unable to look at 
her anymore.
Gently Scully lifted his chin with the tips of her fingers. God 
he looked awful, she thought, as she ran her fingers over his cracked 
lips. She traced the now greenish yellow bruises on his face and sighed. 
Even now beaten and terrified he was beautiful to her as he had been from 
the beginning. She brushed her lips softly against his forehead as he 
closed those pain filled eyes.
"Don't be silly Mulder. You should know I'm used to those famous 
mood swings, besides maybe I like bastards." 
At that his body began to shake again, but this time it was 
definitely a laugh. When he looked up at her he had the beginnings of a 
soft smile. She touched his lips once more her fingers lingering just a 
second to long.
"Come on let's get you cleaned up." She stood helping him to his 
feet. Though he didn't make a sound she saw the grimace of pain pass over 
his face.
"What happened to your window?" he questioned then realized for the 
first time that his arms were bleeding. "God I did that? I could have 
hurt you," he whispered as he studied the streaks of drying blood on the 
wall.
"Never mind you didn't. So are you up for a bath or should I call 
out the fire hoses?" a grin spread across her face as she helped him sit 
down on the edge of the bed. She raised one eyebrow waiting for his 
answer. When he nodded she disappeared into the adjoining bathroom.

Mulder sat silently waiting for Scully to return tears welling 
in his eyes. He didn't deserve such a wonderful, loving person in his 
life. All he had ever done was cause her pain and sorrow, yet here she 
was taking care of him. Maybe this attack had been brought on by his 
own actions? He deserved everything he got, he thought, he was nothing 
and no one. 
Hadn't he let them take his sister, Scully, his father, even 
Scully's child?
Suddenly his chest tightened and he began to sob again. God how 
could she stand to look at him, much less speak to him? At that moment 
all he wanted to do was die and hopefully the pain would end. Soft warm 
arms wrapped around him and he knew Scully was there to comfort him 
even if he didn't deserve it.

When she had returned from the bathroom Mulder was sitting where 
she had left him. All she could hear were those heart wrenching sobs as 
he sat his face covered by his hands. Scully sat down next to him and 
without a word she wrapped her arms around him holding him as close as 
she dared. Let him ride out the tide, she thought, this won't be the last 
one. Soon his sobs quieted and he looked up at her, eyes swollen and red. 
Wiping his face with the back of his bloody hand he stood on shaky 
legs and went into the bathroom without a word. The door closed behind 
him leaving her to wonder if she should leave him alone. Maybe that's 
what he needed, some space and time to sort things out.

Mulder stood staring at the tub for longer than he really should 
have, but he just couldn't bring himself to either look in the mirror or 
to strip off his clothes. Every inch of his body was sore and he moved 
slowly as he peeled the bandages from the wounds on his chest. 
Slowly his mind replayed the details of each moment these wounds 
had come to exist and he choked trying to hold back the wave of nausea 
crashing down on him.
"You have to do this," he whispered to himself as he hooked his 
thumbs in the waist band of his sweats. As he stepped from them he 
remembered how Kristen had ripped his clothing from him.         	
Stepping into the warm water he hissed as the pain flared in each 
and everyone of his abrasions. Soon he was submerged and he watched as 
the water began to turn pink from the blood on his forearms. A moan 
erupted from his throat as the warm water filled the raw cuts and he 
became light headed.
Jesus, he thought, how could he have rammed his fists through the 
bedroom window and still required more coaxing to wake up. He felt so 
dirty, dirtier than when he had went for a swim in the New Jersey sewers 
courtesy of a very large fluke. Even in sleep he couldn't escape the 
reality of what had happened. How could he make Scully understand the 
truth without sounding like a lunatic.
Grabbing a wash cloth he began to lather it up and wash his abused 
body, but as he washed his control became lost. He was scrubbing so hard 
the fresh scabs were being torn off and soon the water was turning red 
with fresh blood. Soon his skin was raw and bleeding. Mulder never 
realized what he was doing to himself or that he was sobbing the same 
word over and over.

Scully had put some soup on the stove and laid out dishes for 
supper. After what seemed a reasonable length of time she went to check 
on Mulder. Standing just inside the bedroom she could hear his low sobs. 
God, she whispered to herself I want to help him, but what can 
I do?
>From inside she heard the sobs turn to whimpers of pain as she 
approached the door. Mulder's voice reached her even with the door 
closed. He kept repeating the same word over and over. 
What was he saying? 
She pressed her ear to the door just as a wail pierced the 
silence. Yanking the bathroom door open she felt her heart sink. He sat 
in the tub his arms wrapped around his ribs rocking back and forth. The 
water was a deep pink from the blood that ran down his arms and his 
chest. She could tell he had scrubbed himself raw with the wash cloth, 
already abused skin bright red. Tears sprang into her eyes as she knelt 
next to the bathtub trying to catch his attention. Finally she could 
hear what he had been repeating.
"Dirty, dirty, dirty," his voice a whisper as raw as his skin. 
His eyes were shut tight and his jaw clenched as he continued to 
hiss the word out between his teeth.
"Mulder...," she spoke his name as quietly as possible. "Can you 
hear me?"
Slowly the rocking ceased and he looked up at her. Again she was 
shocked at the depth of emotion that lay in those golden green orbs. He 
had long sense passed blood shot and now the entire white of his eyes 
was bright red. His lips continued to work, but she could no longer hear 
the words that they formed. 
This was crazy, she thought, he needed a hospital. She couldn't 
care for him the way she should.
"Let's get you out of that tub." She moved him back into the water 
to rinse the soap and blood from his skin. Then she helped him to his 
feet wrapping a thick cotton towel around him. He didn't fight her, but 
moved like an automaton.

Kristen stood outside the woman's apartment waiting for the right 
moment to whisk Fox away. She could feel every ounce of his pain and she 
knew he was slowly spiraling into madness. If only he understood that he 
had forced her to hurt him. She wanted him to be happy that's all, but 
he continued to fight her.
"He didn't make you hurt him!" the ever present voice attacked her 
quite thoughts. "How could you do this to him? He did nothing to deserve 
this!" the voice whispered relentlessly.
"FUCK YOU!" she roared clutching her hands over her ears. "He 
doesn't understand that we belong together. He needs me to ease his 
mortal suffering. Only I can take the pain away!"
Immediately the voice began to fade under the weight of her 
anger. For a moment she paused waiting for it to whisper once more. 
Finally she turned her attention back to the apartment her cool exterior 
once more in place and began her long wait.

A lone light burned as Dana Scully sat watching her partner sleep, 
his chest gently rising and falling. She moved her hand over the comfort-
ing weight of her gun as it lay in her lap. Not since Africa and Mulder's 
illness had she felt this emotionally drained, she thought, as she shifted 
in the chair trying to get comfortable. At least it appeared that his 
sleep was not filled with horrifying visions this time.
After she had tended to his wounds and gotten him dressed, she had 
managed to get some broth into him along with some juice. The entire time 
he had never spoke and she feared that he had slipped into a catatonic 
state. Sometimes the trauma was just to much for the mind to take and so 
it would close down. If Mulder's mind had slipped then there was no way 
of telling if he would ever recover. He could spend the rest of his life 
as a virtual vegetable.
"Damn you..," she whispered into the darkness. "I won't let you take 
him from me. Never. I will get him back I promise you."
She lifted her eyes up to where he lay sleeping, her vision blurr-
ing. For the first time she admitted to herself how much he really meant 
to her. How could she go on without him? It seemed that they had always 
been together, she couldn't remember a time when they hadn't had each 
other for support.                                                                              	
Pushing her hair back she sat there with her eyes closed  smiling at how 
she could remember every detail of his face. The slope of his forehead. The 
way that lone strand of dark hair always fell into his eyes. Those beautiful 
eyes, that no matter how hard he tried, always betrayed his feelings to 
her. That noble profile (God he hated his nose!) that fit him to a tee. Her 
chest tightened as she crept from the chair to lay next to him on the 
bed. Her finger traced his lips (Why had she never noticed how sensual 
they were?) and the curve of the dimple beneath them.
In his sleep he reached out and she pulled him to her. His head 
nestled against the curve of her breast, his breath a soft breeze against 
her bare hand as she stroked his face. At that moment she knew in her 
heart without a doubt that she loved him more than she could admit. He 
was her best friend, her partner, and her soul mate. Life without him was 
unimaginable for her, yet she hesitated to tell him. Now she might never 
have the chance to do so and that thought sent tears flowing down her 
face.
"Please..," she whispered against his thick soft hair, "please 
don't go Mulder. I love you," the words felt strange on her tongue. "I 
can't live without you. I should have told you, but I couldn't. Please 
come back to me."

Mulder opened his eyes to find Scully next to him in bed. The last 
thing he remembered was getting into the bathtub and then nothing. For 
the first time since the previous nights horrors he felt calm, he sat up 
disentangling himself from her arms and crossed the room. Outside the 
window the moon rose in the blackness of the night sky. He found himself 
drawn to that darkness or perhaps something hidden within it's folds.
When he stepped from the back entrance of the apartment building he 
shivered never fully aware that all he wore was a thin tee shirt and a 
pair of shorts. His bare feet sank into the thin layer of snow on the 
ground as he worked his way to the alleyway to where she waited. Somewhere 
in the back of his mind he knew he shouldn't be here.
Kristen seemed to glide along the snowy ground her feet never 
actually touching the earth. Her dark eyes called to him. He knew what 
she wanted, but his body obeyed nether the less. Mulder tried to scream, 
but all that came out was a gagging noise. He knew she would hurt him 
again and the helplessness was overwhelming. At the end of the street 
she took his hand in her icy fingers and led him into the dimly lit 
park.

Kristen smiled at how easily it had been to call him to her. Fate 
had decreed that they were to be together. She led him to a grove of 
trees off the beaten path. In the summer it was a make out place for the 
local teenagers, now though, it was her own private heaven. Heaven was 
now complete, she thought, as she led Mulder to a spot beneath an ancient 
maple.

He felt the icy moisture through the thin cotton of his tee shirt 
as he was forced to lay back on the snow covered earth. Fear rose in the 
back of his throat causing him to whimper at her touch. Cool lips moved 
along his bruised jaw down to the pulse in his throat. This was not 
happening, he thought. For a moment he felt the nip of her teeth at his 
throat, then she lifted her head to look him in the eyes.
With those slender white fingers she gripped the collar of his 
shirt and ripped it away as if it were tissue paper. Her mouth moved 
down his breast bone pausing to tease first his right, then left nipple. 
Drawing up once more she smiled then spoke.

"Fox I offer you a way to escape your pain. I can give you the 
peace you have sought your entire life. Why do you fight lover? Last 
night was more than I imagined and now I  caress you once more." Her 
voice was hypnotic, comforting like waves crashing on a sandy beach. 
She would bring him one step closer to her with this moment. Slowly 
she worked her way down until she reached his navel letting her tongue 
lazily caress his sweat dampened skin. So much pain inside him, she 
thought, as she probed deeper into his mind. He couldn't cry out, she 
controlled his body, yet a whimper still slipped from him. 
Pushing his shorts down she found him beginning to harden beneath 
her hand. Even as his mind screamed in protest her fingers wrapped around 
him. With slow even strokes she urged his body on.

He didn't want this he tried to make his body stop as he wept in 
shame, but to no avail. She squeezed him gently and a groan of desire 
mixed with fear erupted from his throat. He felt her other hand push 
his thighs apart as her lips left a trail of moisture down the pale skin 
of his inner thigh. A sudden sharp pain shot through his groin as she 
sank her teeth into his sensitive flesh, inside he screamed as she 
drank.
Slowly she ran her tongue back up his thigh taking him into her 
mouth. He groaned as she scraped her teeth along the length of him until 
the pain became almost pleasurable. With every bit of strength he had he 
tried to buck upward to throw his assailant off him, but all he did was 
infuriate her. As she looked up Mulder knew that he was going to die if 
he continued to fight her. A raw sob issued from his throat as a sweet 
smile spread across her bloody lips.
"So you've finally come to your senses. I knew you would understand 
given enough time, my sweet Fox." With those words she straddled him and 
lowered herself to join with his body. Her hips began to gyrate as if she 
were trying to swallow his entire body into her. 
Hot tears ran down his face as she took him there in the snowy 
darkness. Scully I'm sorry, he thought, I'm sorry I'll never have a 
chance to tell you. I didn't want this, she was a mistake that came back 
to haunt me. As he felt her body tighten and his own climax begin Kristen 
lowered her lips to his throat. His whole body arched up as he reached 
the point of no return, her teeth tearing into the tender flesh of his 
throat. In the back of his mind he heard the deep swallowing gulps as 
his life's blood spread out across the snow. Before the darkness engulfed 
him his last thought was of the only woman he had ever loved.
"Sculllyyy...," he groaned.

A soft whisper tickled Mulder's ears as he lay shaking from the cold. 
He couldn't remember what had happened at first, then it came back. 
"Wake up my sweet angel," Kristen whispered.
"Pleasss,...let me die..," he moaned unable to lift his head.
"No, that's not how it works Fox," she hissed in pain. Through his 
blurred vision he saw her lower her arm. A trickle of deep ruby blood 
began to run from the slice she had made across her pale skin. "You are 
ready for the next step," she whispered as she knelt next to him. Her 
breath was icy against the side of his face as he tried to move 
away. Slowly she lowered her bleeding arm and Mulder realized she 
wanted him to drink. A whimper forced it's way from his throat as 
the first ruby, black drops fell to his lips.
"Noo,...please,...gahhhgg," he gagged as she pressed the wound to his 
lips. A salty, sweet taste filled his mouth as she lifted his head from 
the ground.
"Drink my love for where we go angels do not burn. Soon you will 
be with me forever and you will understand." Kristen flung her head back 
with a groan as the blood began to flow quicker.
What was happening to him, he thought, as his vision began to swim, 
his body so light it could float. Swirls of  colored electricity filled 
his vision, his entire body, and it was the most intensely pleasurable 
thing he had ever felt. Despite the revulsion he felt his hands reach up 
to grabbed her arm tightly. Locking his mouth around the wound he began 
to draw on her vein blood pouring into his mouth, down his throat. So 
sweet and thick on his tongue, he thought, he wanted it's taste to 
fill him. Engulfing him until he no longer existed or the persistent 
pain of life.

Kristin groaned as she felt him begin to willingly drink his lips 
working on her opened vein. Yes, finally he wanted to be with her, in 
her, a part of her. She wept in pain and pleasure red tears trailing 
down her marble skin as she stroked his dark hair.

When Scully woke to find Mulder gone she jumped up in one fluid 
motion reaching for her gun. Nothing seemed out of place as the first 
signs of morning light began to fill the shadowed room. This is silly, 
she thought, maybe he had to use the bathroom. Sure he did, but how? He 
was catatonic last night. 
Trying to control the fear that had become her constant companion 
over the last two days she searched the entire apartment. Not a sign of 
him nor was there any sign of foul play. She began to feel the first 
surges of panic rise when she happened to glance out one of the back 
windows and saw him. With a cry of relief she ran for the door wondering 
why the hell he was standing outside in the cold.

Mulder had no idea how he had come to be here or any memory of the 
previous nights events. All he knew was that he was freezing and he was 
wondering where his clothes had gone. All he was wearing was a pair of 
running shorts and his bare feet were numb with cold from the snow on 
the ground. 
He felt light headed as he stood there trying to remember anything. 
Even a tiny morsel would ease the fear that tightened his chest. At least 
he knew it was morning, he thought, as he watched the eastern sky begin 
to lighten. An odd tingling ran through his body as the first light began 
to ease over the horizon then a wave of nausea knocked him off his feet.

"Mulder?" Scully saw him drop to his knees and begin to dry heave. 
"Jesus Mulder are you all right?" She dropped next to him lightly rubbing 
his naked back with her left hand. God, his skin was so cold. Then again 
it was twenty-eight degrees out here and the only thing he seemed to have 
on was the shorts he had been wearing the night before.
"Scull,...Scully? Where am I ?" Mulder looked up at her clutching 
his abdomen as another round of dry heaves hit him. 
"You don't remember?" She used the edge of her tee shirt to wipe 
his mouth.
His eyes revealed his confusion and terror at not remembering. 
Scully took a deep breath and decided on a different approach before 
Mulder panicked. Standing up she held out her hand to him gently 
smiling.
"Let's get back inside then we can talk, okay?"
Taking her hand he stood on wobbly legs and followed her into 
the building. When they were inside he realized where they were. 
"Scully this is your building. How did I get here?"
	
She led him back into her apartment and settled him down on the 
sofa. With practiced ease she wrapped a blanket around his shivering 
body lowering him to the sofa cushions. Then she sat down on the edge 
of the sofa her fingers working over the edge of his scalp looking for 
a bump or cut. Then she checked his eyes for any sign of a possible 
concussion. Surprisingly through out the entire examine Mulder stayed 
silent. She could feel his eyes watching her with intent curiosity and 
when she couldn't stand it she looked up at his face.
"What?" she felt her face flush for a moment.
"I don't know I was just thinking you worry to much." His calm 
statement sent her into a tailspin. An angry flush crept up her cheeks 
causing her ears to burn. Damn Irish blood, she thought, as she opened 
her mouth to go off. 
Suddenly she noticed Mulder's face. There was no sign of the bruises 
that had decorated it the night before.
With a startled gasp she reached out her fingers studying his face. 
My God, she thought, his skin showed no sign of the abuse he had endured 
at all.
"Your face..," she whispered.
"Well I know I'm not exactly Tom Cruise, but damn Scully!" his eyes 
continued to show concern or was it something else?
"No,...Mulder your face was covered with horrible bruises last night. 
Now,...well, now their gone. Vanished." 
Before he could answer her he doubled over with a gasp of pain. 
Scully watched what little color he had (He was awfully pale) drain from 
his face. Reaching out she ran the back of her knuckles along his sweat 
slicked skin. Freezer cold, she thought, corpse cold, slick and damp. 
"I feel,...feel sick,...Jesus help me Scully it,...it hurts," Mulder 
moaned in pain stumbling to his feet. 
Scully took him by the arm and led him into the bathroom. As soon 
as he hit the door he began heaving over the toilet tears streaking his 
face. Sitting back on his heels he wiped his mouth with the back of his 
hand. Hand against the edge of the toilet he let out a gasp of fear. 
"What is it Mulder?"
He lifted his hand and turned to face her. To Scully's horror she 
saw a thick swath of ruby black blood across the back of his trembling 
fingers. There was a stain of blood across his mouth as well. His whole 
body began shaking and then he fainted dead away, his body crumpling to 
the floor.
"Mulder!" she cried as she ran to his side. He's to cold to the 
touch, she thought, as she ran to dial 911. "Stay with me Mulder..," 
she wept as she knelt back down next to him awaiting the ambulance's 
arrival.

Kristin's eyes widened as she felt the rejection of her blood. 
A scream of mental anguish tore from her tightened throat. 
"Nooooo!!!!!!!!!" 
Finally the pain began to subside and she lay back down, panting 
for breath as the last wisps faded. Everything had been perfect last 
night. How could it turn so sour in a matter of seconds? Perhaps it was 
the sunlight that had made him ill causing his body to reject the life 
giving fluid. She stood up her breathing beginning to ease and walked 
to the mirror. Reaching out she traced it's surface with her pale milky 
fingers. She had to know if her lover was safe. The pain had been 
incredible when it tore through her. Maybe she should have taken him 
here instead making him forget. 
Kristin had felt quite sure she had done the right thing, but now 
she was at risk of losing him.

Scully paced the narrow corridor until Skinner grabbed her sleeve 
bringing her to a halt. She glanced at him her eyes raw and red from 
crying. She blamed herself for what had happened. If only she had made 
him go to the hospital to begin with.
"Agent Scully?" a young woman stepped from the ER exam room. "I'm 
Dr. Jensen and I'm happy to tell you that your partner has no internal 
bleeding. The blood he regurgitated was not his, it appears he ingested 
it from another source."
Scully stood there unsure if she had heard the women's words 
correctly. Had she just implied that Mulder had drunk blood? That was 
insane, but what other explanation could there be? Her mind wandered back 
to the file. To the woman who Mulder had said did this to him. 
Vampires. 
They had thought they were vampires. That was the most insane thing 
she had ever heard. Vampires did not exist. They were just old wives 
tales. Folk legends.
"I see," she whispered, "May I see him?"
"Of course Agent Scully. The nurse is getting him settled right  
now."
"Thank you Dr. Jensen." She turned to leave then paused.
"Oh, Ms. Scully he's in Room 1013."

Mulder woke with a screaming headache to a familiar sight. Another 
hospital room, they were pretty much all the same. An IV tube ran into 
his left arm and wires ran from his chest to a heart monitor. Well, it 
could have been much worse he could have been on a respirator. God, just 
the thought made him shiver, he hated those damn things.
"Hello there handsome. Decide to join the rest of the world 
finally?"
He lifted his eyes to a young nurse with strawberry blond curls 
and chocolate eyes who was busily checking the readings on the monitor. 
She smiled at him with a soft bow of a mouth. Just as he started to smile 
back he noticed the sound. Mulder shook his head and looked back at the 
nurse curiously. 
He could almost see the blood beneath the pale complexion and he 
now understood the sound was her heart. A burning sensation began in the 
pit of his stomach and traveled through his body until he was on fire. The 
sound of her heartbeat became louder with each passing second.
He could see the nurse, but the words she spoke were silent. The 
only thing that mattered was the beating of her heart.
"Take her..," a faint voice whispered in his ear. Pain rippled 
through his body and he knew what he must do.

Outside in the hall Skinner was trying to help Scully get a grip on 
herself as they headed for 1013. That's when the screaming began and they 
both drew their guns.

It took three very large male nurses to drag Mulder down and 
disengage his arms from around the young nurse. By then he had pulled a 
fairly large chunk of flesh out of her throat with his teeth. She was led 
from the room sobbing clutching a bloody towel to her neck. It took two 
more doctors to help strap him down with the leather restraints.
Scully was horrified.
As she watched Mulder yanked at the thick cuffs until his body 
actually came up off the bed. His eyes had a wild feral look like a rabid 
dog and blood mixed with saliva dripped down his chin splashing down on 
the pristine sheets. He hissed between bloody clenched teeth if anyone 
tried to touch him and snapped his teeth at them. 
Within moments the nurses had him restrained enough so the on-duty 
doctor could shoot him up with thorazine. Scully could do nothing, but 
watch as he gave them instructions to find Dr. Jensen and prepare a room 
in the psych-ward. Despite the doctor's warning she went to his bedside 
by then the drugs were kicking in.
"Mulder can you hear me?"
"Whaay,...Sculll,...I feel sic,...jus,...wanna sleep." He spoke with a 
drunken slur and she could not help weeping. His whole body was shaking as 
she took his slender fingers in hers. Trying not to look at the thick 
leather restraints around his wrists and ankles she whispered soft words 
of comfort to him. What she heard startled her.
"So,...hungry, so hungry...," Mulder hissed in pain.

"Are you ready to tell me what is going on?" Dr. Jensen stood hands 
on hips ready to smack the next liar in the back of the head. She didn't 
care if these two were FBI or not, hell she didn't care if the president 
himself walked in vouching for them.
The petite red head was apparently Mr. Mulder's partner at the 
bureau and the only one of the two who knew the entire story. Right now 
though she was a complete mess, eyes swollen from crying, she took deep 
breaths to control the sobs that were tearing through her chest. Poor 
woman looked as though she had been through hell and back.
"Is this necessary?" Skinner lifted his eyes to the doctor and for 
a moment she thought of backing down. He maybe these two's supervisor, 
but she saw more there in those dark eyes.
"Look I don't have much of a choice. Ms. Scully your partner is 
not just in the throes of a deep psychosis, but he appears to be infected 
with some type of blood infection I've never seen before."
"What do you mean?" Scully looked up suddenly shifting into doctor 
mode.
"His blood seems to be changing on a molecular level. This change 
is what seems to be causing the psychosis along with the sensitivity 
he's showing towards light. I've not called CDC, but I know I will have 
to soon. For now though he is isolated and we're observing strict 
anti-contamination rules." Jensen lifted her eyes to the woman who sat 
in front of her searching for some sign she knew what was happening to 
her partner. 
"He may have been infected by a woman," Scully whispered.
"Are you trying to tell me that this contagion is sexually 
transmitted?"
"No,...maybe,...I don't know." She ran her fingers through her tangled 
hair squeezing her eyes shut in frustration. "Agent Mulder was..," her 
voice caught in her throat.
"He was what?" Jensen moved closer trying to ease the other 
woman's discomfort with a soft touch at her shoulder.
"He was,...he was beaten and raped two nights ago," the words came 
out in a quick flow as Scully began to sob again.
"Raped?" Jensen raised one eyebrow. She had read cases on male rape, 
but she had never actually came across one. "I thought you said he was 
infected by a woman."
"He was. At least that's what I believe."
"Ms. Scully men do not get "raped" by women. By other men yes, but 
not women. That is not possible unless he was drugged then it would be a 
very slim chance. Besides you said he had been beaten and when I examined 
him there were no marks on him."
"God dammit I know that and I can't explain it!" Scully stood her 
fists clenching and unclenching in rhythm to her pounding heart. "All I 
know is that I saw the marks. The bruises, the bites, and then this 
morning they were gone. Hell he put his fists through my bedroom window 
yesterday evening and those cuts were even gone."
The woman was obviously not some crazy, but she was distraught 
after witnessing her partners outburst even Jensen was. Dr. Jensen rubbed 
her eyes weary after a long night of one nightmare after another. Agent 
Mulder was just another to add to the list.


TITLE: Where Angels Burn II: Dying Inside

"What do you mean I can't see him? He's my fucking partner 
you bastard!" Dana Scully's face was bright crimson as she 
pulled herself into the nurse's face, letting lose with an unladylike 
string of adjectives that would have made her father proud. 
Turning she began striding down the hall towards the psych 
ward in the distance she could hear her partner crying out. Mulder 
was in pain and this poor excuse for a human was not about to 
stop her from being with him.
"Please ma'am I'm just following orders," the nurse stepped in 
front of the tiny woman, his bulk not overshadowing her determination. 
If anyone had seen the pleading look on the big man's face they 
would have began laughing. Scully though was not amused in the 
slightest.
A sudden shriek of pain rent the air.
"Tell them I pulled a gun on you," she hissed pushing him away and 
running down the hall. 
Her heart was pounding with fear as she stopped at the door of room 
210. The last five days had been a nightmare for her. First finding 
Mulder in his apartment beaten, the victim of a sexual assault. She still 
had a hard time with that other word, then his subsequent illness that 
had left him here. 
For three days she had been refused entrance to him due to the 
quarantine. Even pushing her credentials as a doctor had not let her 
get what she wanted. 
"SCUUULLLLY!"	
The sound of Mulder screaming out her name brought her back from 
the reverie she had slipped in. Taking a deep breath she slid open the 
dead bolt and entered the room on silent feet her throat tightening. 
Three days she wasn't sure what to expect, but it wasn't this.
The room was filled with cool shadows. A single light bulb in the bath-
room left a path of light on the floor at the foot of Mulder's bed. All 
the shades had been pulled down leaving only a dim rim of light to 
mark where the windows were. Even from across the room she could 
hear Mulder's frantic breathing. Quickly she made her way to the bed-
side her heart twisting at the sight of her partner.
Clad only in light green scrub pants Mulder lay on his back thick leather 
restraints held his arms and legs down allowing for very little movement. 
Even in the darkness of the room she could see how pale his skin was. 
Deep bruises beneath his eyes from lack of sleep made his face look 
paler. A sheen of perspiration coated his shaking body, his eyes clenched 
tight in pain as he whimpered softly.
"Mulder..," she reached out to push his sweat soaked hair from his forehead. 
He flinched from her touch letting out another whimper. Biting down on her 
lip she forced back the tears that threatened to choke her. She had cried to 
damn much over the last few days she refused to cry anymore. 
Slipping off her coat she went to the bathroom, found a small pan and filled
it with cool water. Sleeves rolled up she grabbed a wash cloth from the 
towel rack, then went back to his bedside. Dipping the cloth in the water 
she let it soak, then rung it out. Gently she began to wipe the sweat and 
tears from Mulder's face as she softly whispered soothing words to him. 
Repetition seemed to soothe her as well as him as she would dip the cloth, 
ring it out, wipe his face, then dip it again. Soon his breathing began to ease 
and he opened his eyes turning to look at her.
"Scully?" a faint raw whisper. "Scully is that you?"
"Yes," she tried not to cry, but it wasn't working.
"Please don't,...please," his voice trembled, "don't cry Scully,...I'm all right."
The look of sorrow in those eyes made the flood gates open and Dana Scully 
found herself weeping more than she thought possible. She wasn't suppose 
to cry not here, not in front of Mulder. She was the strong one. That was 
the way it had always been it couldn't change now.
Mulder tried to lift his arm to wipe away her tears not realizing that he 
would be unable. The restraints had bruised his wrists a deep purple and 
Scully's fingers tried to soothe the pain she saw in his eyes. 
"Your not all right Mulder,...your sick,...your in pain," she reached out her 
knuckles brushing his face gently. "I wish,...I wish to God that I could 
take it away, but I can't."
Mulder had closed his eyes leaning into her touch, tears trailing down his 
face, dripping down his cheek to leave damp circles on the sheets. She 
felt so fucking helpless and that tore her heart out, ripped at her soul. No 
one knew what was happening to him, but she knew in her heart that it 
wasn't in his mind.
"Hold,...hold me Scully,...I'm scared," he whispered eyes wide and glistening.
Letting down the railing she climbed into the bed curling around his 
trembling form her lips brushing against his wet cheek. She knew that the 
doctors would have her ass in a sling, but she didn't give a damn. Sliding 
her hand behind Mulder's head she shifted up so his cheek rested against 
the curve of her collar bone. Slowly she stroked his hair her fingers tangling 
in the damp strands smoothing them down as a mother would a child's.
A soft sigh slipped from his lips as she continued to smooth his tangled hair, 
then moved to his temple to smooth small circles there. They lay there silently 
for a long time before he spoke finally.
"Scully,...I need to tell you,...I,...I,...," he stuttered softly, a fresh slue of 
tears washing his face.
"Hush..I know Mulder. I always have known." She met his eyes and her lips 
touched his in a soft, bittersweet kiss. "We have time Mulder,...I have to 
believe,...I want to believe." Her tears fell to mix with his as they fell asleep 
in each others warmth.

Walter Skinner was not surprised when he found Scully curled next to 
Mulder in his bed. He watched them sleeping for a few moments a gentle 
smile playing across his usually stoic face. They belonged with each other, 
he thought, their connection was deeper than any he had ever witnessed 
in all his years. It went deeper than the physical attraction it was a drawing 
of two halves of one soul into a complete spiritual being. He had no doubt 
that if one were to die the other would follow.
Slipping to the bedside he paused for one last look at the beauty of their 
sleeping forms before touching Scully's shoulder. A soft groan escaped 
from her as she shifted blinking her sleep clouded eyes until she focused 
on her bosses stern face. A bright flush of scarlet rushed up her cheeks 
as she slid from the bed careful not to wake her sleeping partner.
"I'm sorry sir, but Mulder was,...well he was,...," she was at a loss to 
explain her presence in Mulder's bed. Looking away from Skinner she 
brushed at imaginary lint on her wrinkled shirt. Had she looked up she 
would  have seen the sparkle in her superior's eyes.
"Agent Scully I believe you should go home and get some rest."
"But, sir I can't."
"That was not a request Agent."          
With a soft sigh of resignation she turned back to gently stroke Mulder's 
cheek. 
"I'll be back."

Outside the hospital Kristin stood in the shadows searching for her lover's 
mind. She knew he suffered, but she had to make him understand and if 
that required him to suffer so be it. The hunger was painful to experience 
the first time, she remembered all to well  the burning that invaded every 
vein in your body. The deeper the night became the more painful it would 
become consuming his body, his soul until he would beg for her to aleve it.

Unaware of where he was Mulder woke to a burning pain that threatened 
to consume his entire body. He remembered Scully the soft touch of her 
hands as she had soothed him to sleep. How he prayed for that touch now 
to ease the fire in his belly. They all thought he was crazy drove to the brink 
by the terrifying ordeal he had suffered.
They were wrong.
The fire that consumed him was real. 
What had she done to him? 
She? 
Suddenly the memories came flooding back. 
The rape. 
The beating. 
Then Kristen forcing him to consume what she had taken from him. 
Blood. 
Sweet. Thick. Dangerous.
The physical scars she had left him had now been replaced by this burning 
hunger. Jesus, he thought, he was becoming like her. He was changing. 
That young nurse he had almost killed her and he just hadn't given a damn 
one way or the other. Mulder began to weep as the true horror of his 
situation overcame him. 
What the hell kind of monster had he become?
The corridors of the hospital were silent this late at night so it was fairly 
simple for Kristen to move about unseen. Waiting in the stairwell she 
smiled as she felt her angel's presence. 
His pain was sharp and jagged tearing at the edges of her mind. 
Unknowingly he called out in his pain, begging for release. 
Begging for her. 
After an hour she saw the other man leave Mulder's room. This man 
was one who her angel trusted, respected yet a part of him denied it. 
Maybe this man would be of use later. 
Drifting across the hall she slipped into the dark room the sound of his 
sobs loud in her ears.
"Why are you crying Fox?" she whispered.
He looked up as she stepped from the shadows his fear so thick you 
could slice it with a knife. Wide hazel eyes swollen and red looked into 
hers and she felt the hunger in those eyes. So much pain and still he 
fought against the change. His denial was weakening beneath the fire 
that burnt his soul.
"Kristen,...please let me go,...let go,...," Mulder's breathing was ragged 
with hot tears. 
"Let me ease your pain angel. Let me take you from this mortal world."
"Noo,...please,...don't do this,...," his words were filled with fear at what 
lay beyond the fire. Another wave of pain ripped through his body causing 
him to convulse against the restraints.
She was at his side her movement unseen by his fear filled eyes. Gentle 
hands stroked his pale face soothing away the tremors that rippled beneath 
his skin. Her thoughts reached out piercing his mind touching him in a way 
he had never been touched. A soft caress lifting his soul from the pain that 
threatened to consume all that he was or ever had been. All Mulder desired  
was for the pain to go away.
*You know what you must do* 
Mulder stared at Kristen in disbelief as he heard her voice inside. A flash of 
memory stirred, a memory of voices tearing at his mind. Kristen withdrew 
her eyes glittering at that pain filled memory. Lifting her arm she drew a 
razor sharp nail across the pale milky skin a hiss escaping her lips.
*Drink*
Mulder shook his head in denial. Another wave of fire ripped through him 
as he began screaming.
"Pleasss,...make it stop,...Jesus pleasss,...make the pain stop!"
*Come my angel drink. The pain will end I promise*
Raising his eyes to her face he whimpered softly as the pain subsided for 
the moment. Tears spilled down his pale face as he thought of Scully, the 
comfort she had brought him mere hours ago. Scully was not here now 
though she had left him. 
Kristen was here.
She promised it would end if only he would give in. He was so tired. 
Tired of fighting, of living in a world of deceit, of desiring something he 
would never achieve.
*Drink angel then you will be free*
"Please..I want to leave..I want the pain to end," the words came out a 
strained whisper. Kristen smiled at him as she lowered her arm to his 
trembling lips. Her other hand cupped the back of his skull, fingers lacing 
through his damp hair tightening in ecstasy. 

As her blood flowed into his mouth, down his throat the fire began to 
recede. A cool haze engulfing his pain wracked body with each swallow.                                                                                                                   	
Mulder had lost everything he had ever loved and now he had nothing to hold 
him here. A tiny voice in the back of his mind whispered a name.
Scully.
She doesn't really feel like I do. She doesn't love me. 
Why should I stay? 

After a few moments Kristen felt his heart slow, his breathing ease. A soft 
smile crept across her lips as she withdrew her hand then her wrist. Gently 
she lay him down against the sweat stained sheets. She could feel her power 
throbbing in his veins soothing his pain. With a flick of her mind she released 
the restraints from his wrists and ankles. 
A soft moan caught her attention as he shifted against the tangled sheets. 
Outside the door she could hear the man who had left earlier screaming at 
the nurse on duty to get the door open. Taking Mulder into her arms she 
lifted him from the bed as if he were a child.

Skinner tore through the door at top speed gun drawn cursing himself for 
leaving Mulder even for a few moments. The sight that greeted him stopped 
him in his tracks.
"What the hell?!"
A tall willowy woman stood at the window ebony hair swirling around her as 
if it had a life of it's own. Demonic eyes flashed with an emerald fire as their 
eyes met. 
Those eyes were inhuman and Walter Skinner felt his flesh crawl along his 
bones. Something ancient bored into his brain with a power that threatened 
to burst his skull.
*HE'S MINE NOW*
Skinner stumbled back at the power of those words. Eyes watering he saw 
the burden she held in her arms. 
Mulder. 
His head lolling back eyes heavy lidded and glazed as if he were drugged. She 
held him as if he weighed nothing, a mere babe. He lifted his gun gritting his 
teeth against the pain in his skull. Before he could pull the trigger a wave of 
energy rolled through the room slamming into the outer wall. Glass shattered, 
concrete exploded outward leaving a gapping hole where the wall had once 
been. With a final look behind her Kristen smiled and leapt through the open 
wall.
Choking on dust and the final aftershocks of the explosion Skinner stumbled 
to his feet. The room looked as if a bomb had exploded. Sparks from torn 
electrical wires in the wall conspired to give the scene a dream like quality. 
Behind him he could hear the hospital staff come back to their senses as he 
looked out into the night, cold air washing over him. 
Nothing. 
She was gone and with her, Mulder. He wasn't one to believe in the super-
natural readily, but after what he had just witnessed he knew the truth. 
Kristen Kilar was a powerful creature and she had one of his agents. 
Whether she was a vampire or not was not a question now. 
It was a fact.

Sunlight. Roses.
The scent of crisp summer mornings filled Mulder's senses. With a groan he 
opened his eyes to his shadowed prison. He lay in the middle of a queen size 
bed topped by a canopy roof draped in soft cottony gauze. The flicker of 
candles the only light apparent.
Lifting himself on his elbows he pushed back the soft cotton sheets only to 
discover he was naked beneath them. A furious blush rose along his cheeks 
as he grappled for the sheets to cover himself.                                                                     	
*You are so beautiful. Why hide your beauty?*
Mulder flinched at the intrusion in his mind and gasped softly. Eyes wide he 
slid from the bed searching the dimly lit room for the owner of that seductive 
voice. He shifted the sheets up around his shoulders wishing for clothing to 
cover his body, his vulerability. 
To the left were a set of open glass doors leading to a balcony. A part of him 
told his mind that this is where he belonged. That all he sought lay beyond those 
doors. 
Moving across the room he was aware of the sharpness of his senses. Some-
thing had changed inside of him and he knew he was no longer himself. Every-
thing stood out with a crystal clarity that had eluded him before.                                                                                                                           	
Swirls of color that flickered around the candle flames.
Melting wax.
Roses, so sweet, fragrant.
Smooth, slick marble beneath his bare feet.
A thousand sensations causing his mind to swirl, nausea threatening to rear 
it's ugly head. Mulder's fingers gripped the thin sheet until his knuckles were 
white with tension, his nails leaving blood red crescents in his palms.
"Where are you?" The words came out of him not as he had intended, but 
like a frightened child. 
Lost. 
Alone. 
Stepping out through the doors he looked out across an expanse of darkness. 
In the distance the flickering lights of Alexandria beckoned to him.
"Beautiful, but nothing compared to you my angel."
Mulder jumped at the sound of her voice. Turning he saw her, eyes focused 
on a point somewhere in the nightscape, pale fingers stroking the velvet petals 
of a blood red rose. 
Fingers stroking with a lover's touch. 
She turned to him and stepped forward a bitter smile on her lips, eyes locking 
on his. In a panic he stumbled back tripping on the trailing tails of the sheet. 
With a grunt he fell to his knees fumbling to keep the sheet around him. Black 
pools of fire met his wide eyes with a blatant desire causing his body 
to tremble with wanting and fear. 

She had felt his awakening as she stood in the darkness. Laughter had filled 
her mind at his sudden modesty. With velvet fingers she reached out to his 
mind. The first contact had scared the shit out of him, yet he still came to find 
her. 
Now Fox was on his knees shaking, his slender fingers struggling to keep his 
modesty intact. 
So sweet, Kristen thought.
"I hate to disappoint my sweet Fox, but I've seen all your charms already there 
is no need for false modesty here." Reaching out with a flick of her power she 
tore the sheet from his grasp leaving him naked before her burning eyes.
She laughed as he struggled to cover himself from her lustful glances, a faint 
terror in his eyes. Bright pink spread across his cheeks as she knelt her hand 
cupping his chin. Forcing his chin up she met his frightened eyes with a soft 
whisper.
"Fox don't be frightened. I love you and there is no need to doubt that for one 
moment."                                                                                                           
Her thumb caressed his full bottom lip bringing to her mind an image of a 
velvet rose petal. Lush and moist. Leaning forward her lips captured his in a 
harsh, passionate kiss. Her teeth grazing the softness beneath her lips as he 
whimpered. 
Drawing back she smiled at him knowing that the kiss had awoke the rawness 
of his new sensations. Beneath her fingers his flesh shivered as she trailed her 
fingers down the lean muscle of his thighs.
"Pleasss,...," a soft moan escaped those lush lips.
His head fell back baring the slender line of his throat to her. 
"Kristen,...please,...," he moaned again as she ran her hands up his chest. 
Sitting back on her heels she watched him as his teeth worried that full lip, 
chest heaving with each breath. Reaching out with her mind she touched 
his thoughts a deluge of images playing against her mind.                                                         	 
	
*Touch yourself*
Her words danced inside his mind as he fought to control the painful desire 
that filled his every pore. Groaning he lifted his hands to his chest following 
the curve of muscle beneath sparse hair and velvet skin. As he bit into his lip 
eyes fluttering he felt her watching. 
Her words unspoken.
*For me angel. Touch yourself*
His thumbs moved over dark pebbles of flesh teasing in soft strokes as he 
licked his swollen lips. A soft moan rose from his throat as he lifted his hand 
to his lips. His thumb plunging into the hot moisture of his mouth he sucked 
it gently, his tongue swirling around it's curve. Pulling it from his mouth he ran 
the damp digit across the hard nub of flesh causing it to tighten.
*Look at me my sweet Fox*
Lifting his head he opened his eyes meeting hers with a look of unfocused 
passion. As he continued to work his hands over his chest he felt Kristen move 
hers down his stomach. One finger followed the fine dark line of hair down to 
his groin teasing his taunt flesh. 
Whimpering Mulder lifted his hips up to meet the soft stroke of her cool fingers. 
Then her hands were pulling him to his feet, her mouth bruising his already 
abused lips.
*Come my angel. Let me love you*
Eyes glazed over he followed her to the softness of the bed.
	
"God dammit you promised!"
Skinner flinched at Scully's angry words. She was right, he thought, looking 
at those icy blue eyes. He had told her he would stay with Mulder and then 
he had lost him to that thing. Silence remained between them as around them 
the forensics team gathered evidence. As far as they knew a bomb had went 
off and an agent had been abducted. If he had told them the truth they wouldn't 
have believed him anyway.
"Dana I..,"
"Don't Dana me, SIR!" her voice dripped with sarcasm.
He cleared his throat, shoulders squaring, anger flashing in his dark eyes. 
Grabbing Scully by her arm he dragged her down the hall ignoring the 
wondering glances of the people around them. 
"Sir?" Scully gasp at his rough treatment.
Once he had pulled her into the stairwell he released her arm. He waited as 
she got a grip on herself and then he began to speak.
"Agent Scully there was no bomb."
"What the hell are you talking about? What else would have done that kind of 
damage?" Her eyes flashed with confusion.
"It was..it was Kristen Kilar."
"Excuse me? I believe you told me she was dead."
"Jesus Scully..I'm quite aware of what I told you. According to Agent Mulder's 
report she died in her house when it exploded. Her remains were identified by 
dental records. For Christ's sake he made sure she was given a proper burial!"
"Why would he do that sir? Wouldn't her family be notified?"
"She had no family."
Skinner looked down at the floor rubbing the bridge of his nose in a familiar 
gesture. She stepped closer knowing there was something that he was hesitating 
to tell her. Lifting a small hand she placed it on his shoulder with a gentle touch, 
lips pursed with a question yet unspoken. 
He lifted exhausted eyes and took a deep breath.
"What I'm about to tell you Mulder told me in a moment of weakness. Hell, I 
don't even know if he remembers anything he told me that night."
"Why wouldn't he remember?"
"Scully he was drunk."
Raising one eyebrow she whispered, "Drunk?"
"It was right after your abduction, when you were still in the coma. He was 
scared that you would find out and you would be angry. Your opinion was,...hell 
it is important to him."
Sudden realization dawned in her eyes as Skinner spoke. Shaking her head 
she backed away from her boss as his words echoed inside her aching head. 
Mulder, she thought, Jesus Christ why didn't you tell me? 
Didn't you trust me enough? 
"Dana..I'm sorry..I just thought you should know," he reached out to touch her 
trembling shoulders. Jerking back she let a choked sob tear from her lips.
"They were...he was..ah fuck," Scully groaned. Turning away she fled down the 
stairs her sobs echoing in the empty stairwell.
"God forgive me," Skinner whispered as her retreating footsteps faded away.

Kristen lay on her side watching Mulder tremble, his hands running over his 
body in slow strokes. Reaching out she stilled his hands with her strength a 
smile spreading across her lips as he whimpered.
"My sweet angel let me show you pleasures. Ones you have only dreamed of. 
Pleasures of the flesh and of the spirit."
Liquid hazel eyes turned to her as she lifted up on her knees. Slowly she 
opened her robe letting the silky material flow from her shoulders. Straddling 
his hips she lowered her body down on his sighing with pleasure as he moved 
up into her warmth.
"Kristen,...please I want,...," his voice was rough with desire.
"What do you want my angel?" She moved on top of him in a slow rhythm 
her lips meeting his in a harsh kiss.
"Make me like you."
"You must know Fox that if we continue there is no turning back. Your mortal 
life will end tonight and we shall be together for eternity." She studied his face 
with intense dark eyes. "Do you come to me of your own free will? " She 
released what little power she had on his mind and waited.

Mulder's eyes widen for one moment as the fog lifted from his mind then he 
groaned as the memory of the pain washed over him. Hot tears ran down his 
face as he thought of Scully and all the wasted years. A new pain tore at him 
now. The painful realization that Scully, even though he loved her, would be 
better off without him. The words caught in his throat as he tried to speak.
"Kristen,...please help,...help me stop the pain."
She smiled down at him. Speeding up her movements she ran her hands 
down his chest teasing his nipples with light strokes. He moved up beneath 
her allowing the desire to take over. With one strong hand she forced his 
head back into the soft pillows with the other she captured his wrists above 
his head. Running her lips along his throat she allowed the power to flow 
through her, eyes flashing with emerald fire she reared back. 
It felt wonderful to allow her power lose finally.
	
What have I done, Mulder thought, as an electrical surge of power moved 
through him. Lifting his hips up to meet her thrusts he tried to lose himself 
in the desire that washed over his writhing body. Such pleasure as he had 
never known flowed through him. 
Burning. 
Drowning.
Opening his eyes he saw Kristen above him as she truly was. So very 
terrifyingly beautiful in her power, in her demonic light. Fire burned in her 
eyes, her lips drawing back to reveal dagger sharp teeth filling her mouth. 
Mulder screamed in agony as her energy tore through him ripping the last 
vestiges of humanity from his ravaged body. 
Eyes meeting his she forced his head back further until he thought his neck 
would snap. Then her teeth were tearing into the pale skin of his throat 
ravaging until his flesh lay shredded scarlet blood pouring onto the sheets. 
Mulder's back arched up as he reached his climax at the precise same 
moment. Eyes wide he screamed at the fire that tore through his soul as 
she greedily drank his life. Blood bubbled up on his lips as he tried to catch 
a breath, his eyes rolling back in his head. Convulsions began to wrack his 
body as his tedious grip on life slipped away.
*To become you must die in this mortal life*
Lips moving silently, pink foam dripped down his chin as he began falling into 
the darkness. Kristen's thoughts pierced his terror filled mind as he tried to 
breath through a savaged throat.
*Let go my sweet angel. Lose yourself to the darkness*
Eyes glazing over he began to think of his partner. She was better off without 
him. She was strong, she would get over this. His eyes looked up into Kristen's 
as her mouth dripping with his blood engulfed his. 
Hot thick liquid filled his mouth pouring down his throat as she feed him her 
power. He gagged on her blood as it filled him and the darkness flowed into 
his veins.
Forgive me Scully..I'm so sorry, he thought as the darkness swallowed him 
into it's fiery embrace. 
	
Scully had no idea where she was going when she had fled the hospital and 
Skinner. Two hours later she found herself curled up in the basement office 
her face pressed into one of Mulder's jackets he had left behind. Tears had 
fallen until she couldn't muster one more. 
Now half asleep surrounded by the scent of her partner she began to dream. 
Most of the time her dreams were common reflections, but there was nothing 
common about this one.

White gauzy material swirled around her as she walked through a dark corridor, 
bare feet cooled by slick marble. In the darkness she could hear the sound of 
suffering clear and sharp. 
Suddenly she was in a large room a bed taking up the center. The pale gauzy 
material she had walked through now draped the bed. Behind the flowing drapery 
the sound of weeping floated on an icy breath of wind.
*Sccuulllyyy*
She began shaking sure that she had heard her name on the wind. With a 
trembling hand she drew back the sheer curtain. A man lay on his stomach 
sleeping draped in scarlet sheets. Reaching out she grasp the man's shoulder 
turning him over only to face her worst fears. 
He lifted his head looking at her with death clouded hazel eyes. Dead lips 
moved as if to speak. Blood running down his chin mixing with the blood 
that poured from the torn throat. 
A wheezing wet noise filled her ears as the man spoke her name. 
Then she screamed.

"Agent Scully! Scully wake up!" Skinner shook the woman's shoulder as hard 
as he dared. He tried to reach her sleep fogged mind, but was greeted by 
another scream. Finally he saw no other choice. Drawing back his hand he 
slapped her across the face.
"MULDER!" she screamed out her partners name.
Skinner leaned over the flushed face trying to catch her attention and draw 
her from the obvious nightmare she was still in the throes of. Another quick 
shake and she looked up into his concerned eyes.
"Sir?" she blinked at him the fog lifting from her eyes.
"Agent Scully are you all right?" he squinted at her wondering what could have 
shook her so deeply. Dana Scully had seen more than her fair share of horrors, 
but he had never seen her this shaken. 
Then he flashed back to a time he had forgotten. 
A moment when she had believed her partner dead.
"You were having a nightmare," his voice was low, haunted. "After the past 
week I'm surprised that both of us still have our sanity intact." Thoughts of 
what he had witnessed in the hospital wavered across his vision.
Scully graced him with a shadow of a smile usually reserved for her erstwhile 
partner, but Mulder was gone. Torn from her by a thing she refused to believe. 
Settling into a chair he cleared his throat wondering what he could possibly 
say that would ease her pain. She looked so young setting there huge wet 
eyes still glazed with sleep, hair tousled around her face. 
The fact she was wearing Mulder's leather jacket, which engulfed her, only 
enforced the appearance of youth. It was her way of keeping near to him.
"I have half of the DC police force out searching Dana. I don't know what else 
to do. Tell me what to do." Tears began to blur his vision.
"They won't find him,...," her words almost inaudible.
"You can't give up Dana. He didn't give up on you."
Wide sapphire eyes stared through him. Her chest rose with a deep breath as 
she buried her face in the worn leather, tears running down her face staining 
it's smoothness. He wanted to comfort her so much, but he was rotten at these 
emotional things. That's why Sharon had divorced him. 
Just as he reached out to squeeze her arm the annoying chirp of his cell phone 
filled the silence. Cursing beneath his breath he reached into the inner pocket 
of his coat.
"Skinner!"
He sat still hearing the words that were being relayed to him yet not believing 
their meaning. The DC detective tried to ease the shock, but it was no good 
even though Skinner appreciated the effort.
"Of course I understand. I'll be there in twenty minutes." With a soft sigh he 
flipped off the phone wondering why it had to end like this. He was afraid of 
doing this. 
Afraid of her reaction. 
Looking up he met Scully's tear filled eyes with his own tears.
"Sir?" The question was soft. The word tiny and frightened.
"They believe they've found him. The detective in charge ask me to,...well 
they,...he ask me to identify the body."
Suddenly she was in his arms and they stood there trying to comfort each 
other the best they could. Neither wanted to believe that their friend was 
gone.
That Mulder was dead.

TITLE: Where Angels Burn III: Becoming      

Standing in the autopsy bay she realized for the first time how 
cold and impersonal these places were. Being a pathologist she 
had been use to the clinical coldness until she found herself here 
to identify a body.                            	                                         
His body.
Fingers tapping her thighs she studied the sheet covered body 
wondering what she would do when her fears had become 
reality. Skinner had not wanted her to do this, but she owed her 
partner this. When she had been in trouble he was always there 
to pry her from the fingers of death. 
Guilt rose in her throat as she thought of how she had failed him 
when he needed her the most. Stepping forward she picked up 
the clipboard with the preliminary  paperwork.
White male. 
35 to 40.
Six foot. One hundred seventy pounds.
Brown hair. Hazel eyes.
Deep in her soul she knew it was him even before she pulled the 
sheet back. Fingers trembling she lifted the edge of the bloodstained 
sheet to reveal the face beneath. For one moment the earth stood 
still and then she choked back a breath of raw grief.
"Mulder,...oh, God,...Mulder," her words came out a strangled whisper.
Pushing back the sheet farther she witnessed the cause of his death 
and felt bile rising into her mouth. 
His throat had been torn out. 
Raw ragged flesh and muscle shredded to unrecognizable tissue. 
Glimpses of white bone caused her to gag then swallow hard, but 
she couldn't take her eyes from the savage wound. 
She wanted to scream her pain to the world. To make the world suffer 
as her friend had. Her vision softened in a blur of tears as she tried to 
comprehend that it was indeed her partners face she saw.
Finally she tore her eyes away and slid the sheet up to hide the evidence 
of death and violence. Now she could almost imagine he was sleeping. 
That any moment he would open those gorgeous eyes and smile at her. 
Tears scalded wet trails along her face as she bent, her warm lips brushing 
his cold ones with a chaste kiss. Grief left it's damp touch on his blue 
tinged flesh as she straightened and slid the sheet to cover his pale face.
"Good-bye Mulder," she choked out, "Save a seat for me in heaven. Okay 
G-man?" 
A bitter smile crossed her face as she turned and walked away.

Pacing the hall Skinner waited for the worst. Screaming, fainting, anything, 
but what he was greeted with. Scully stepped through the steel doors 
shoulders straight, staring ahead of her at some distant point. Her eyes 
were the one thing that gave away what she had seen. 
Raw emotions swirled beneath their sapphire depths bringing a moist glint 
to the surface. He noticed the convulsive movement of her throat as she 
opened her mouth to speak.
"Scully? Dana?" he stepped forward his hand grazing her stiff shoulders 
with trembling fingers. The tension swirled just beneath her skin with a 
heat he could almost feel. He watched in silence as the tears welled up 
and over her lashes. 
"Was it,...," his words trailed off as she met his eyes. 
Choking back his own sob he wrapped his arms around her as she seemed 
to melt before his eyes. Clutching her, sure she would fall through the floor 
he prayed for some sign of her pain other than the silent tears.
"I need to start making arrangements," she whispered.
Skinner started at the soft words drawing back as she swiped at the moisture 
along her cheeks. 
"There's time for that later Dana." He hoped his words were as steady as he 
meant them to be.
"There's only his mother and she can't deal with this. Besides I'm listed as his 
next of kin. There is the question of a service. Do you think he would want 
one? Maybe something private. Small." She rubbed her temple as she talked 
as if in deep thought.
"Dana,...,"  he gripped her shoulders as she continued to speak.
"You know seven years as partners and I never knew what his favorite flower 
was. I suppose I could use lilies their traditional, but I,...I,...," her voice began 
to crack as he tightened his grip on her.
"Scully god dammit look at me!"
When their eyes met a deep breath tore into her lungs, her knees giving out as 
she slid to the floor. Kneeling Skinner took her shaking body into his arms  
rocking her back and forth.
"Oh my God,...Mulder,...why,...why? He's really gone,...Jesus,...why?"
Skinner said nothing as her grief finally flooded out completely. What could 
be said when your best friend was ripped from you? What words could possibly 
ease the jagged pain when a person lost their other half? 
Their soul mate. 
Dana Scully would never be the same again. This sorrow was the lose of a final 
innocence. The lose of something so much deeper than just friendship. 

"Wake up my love."
His eyes fluttered as the voice penetrated the fog that clouded his brain with 
unfocused memories. Cold he was so cold. Why couldn't he move? I have to 
focus he thought as he struggled to take a breath.
"Relax angel."
The voice soothed his fear as he realized he was laying on a steel table only 
a thin sheet covering his nudity. Opening his mouth he tried to speak, but he 
couldn't breath around the fire that burned his throat.
"Your body is mending. It will take a few more moments before the change 
is complete."
He blinked against the red film that coated his eyes, blinding him.
"I..I'm..," a breath finally, his teeth grinding against the cold.
"I know your cold. Wait and be still until the fire dies."
Slowly the fire began to subside and he took a deep breath the air burning his 
lungs. Icy tears welled in his eyes, dripping over thick lashes, streaking down 
his face.
"Where?" His words came out raw and painful.
"Your in the morgue."
"Morgue? Why?" Lifting up on his elbows he swung his legs over the table 
edge. Why would he be in the morgue, he wondered.
"You were dead my angel."
That simple? I was dead? If I was dead what am I now, he thought. Blinking 
back the film in his eyes he focused on the woman standing in front of him. 
Shouldn't she have red hair? 
Where had that come from?
"You are in the final stage of the transformation. There may be some discomfort 
as your body adjusts to the changes." Her voice was soft, soothing against his 
confused thoughts.
"Transformation?" 
"Yes, you are becoming."
"Becoming?"
Leaning over the woman's moist ruby lips grazed his in a delicate kiss.
"Who..who am I?" he whispered.
Slender cold fingers cupped his face gently, the lips kissing him on the tip of 
his nose. Blinking back scarlet tears he looked into dark glistening eyes filled 
with...what? 
Was that love? 
Desire?
"You are my lover, my sweet angel."
"What am I?"
Taking his hand in hers she helped him from the table,wrapping the robe she 
held around his shivering body. He let her tie the belt at his waist not under-
standing what was happening to him. More tears ran down his face as he 
lifted slender fingers to capture the cold moisture. Rubbing his dampened 
fingers together he studied the red moisture. Bringing them to his mouth 
he ran his tongue along them. 
Coppery, salty.
"I'm,...I'm crying,...blood?" his words caught in his throat. "I'm scared 
what's wrong with me?"
"You have nothing to fear. You are like I am now."
"What are you?"
"I am immortal."
Taking his hand in hers she led him from the morgue.

Two days.
The longest two days of her life. How could she live like this hiding from 
everyone. Skinner had made sure she had got home, telling her she could 
take as much time as she needed. How could he know there would never 
be enough time to heal this wound. 
Mulder was dead.
Nothing would bring him back. There was nothing she could do to ease 
that pain tearing at her gut. 
Swallowing back the tears that refused to stop she fingered the thin leather 
wallet. Trembling fingers opened up the last piece of him she possessed. 
Cool metal. 
His badge. 
Beneath it the government issue id card with his sharp jagged signature.
"Mulder...why did you leave me?" Finally the tears came, anger boiling to 
the surface. "GOD DAMMIT MULDER !" 
Jumping to her feet she threw the wallet across the room and then she 
looked for something else to throw. Scully had never been this angry 
before in her life not even when her father or Melissa had died. Storming 
through the room she grabbed anything that wasn't nailed down smashing 
one thing after another against the walls.
"YOU BASTARD! Why,...WHY,...OH GOD FUCKING WHY???!!!!!" 
She howled as the sound of shattering glass, overturned furniture, and her 
labored breathing filled her ears. Falling to her knees anger spent she let 
a sob escape her throat. 
"Why,...why,...," she whispered.
Laying there on the floor she let all the grief she had tried to hide from 
flood out of her trembling body. 
Finally sleep claimed her.

"I'm not gone,...please,...God please I didn't die. I'm here Scully,...I'm here 
don't leave me."
Kristen watched Mulder twist and turn in his sleep. 
He was strong, she thought, stronger than she had thought possible. This 
woman, Scully, she was his anchor to the mortal world. All that was left 
to do was for him to make his first kill and the line would be crossed. She 
knew that if he were to take the life of one who he cared for the 
transformation would be more powerful. 
A soft smile crept to her lips, a flash of emerald light in her eyes. 
Creeping into the bed she began to stroke his cheek then she knelt forward 
her lips tasting his blood tears. 
"Angel open your eyes. Wake up."
Mulder slowly opened his eyes blinking against the brightness of the candle-
light. He lay there staring at Kristen for a few moments as if trying to decide 
if he were still dreaming. With a sigh he slid into her waiting arms his head 
resting on her chest.
"I had a dream," he whispered against the silk of her robe.
"What kind of dream?"
"There was a woman with red hair and she was angry with me. She told me 
that I had left her. Who was she Kristen?" Wide hazel eyes lifted to her in 
a silent plea.
"Dreams are just dreams angel. Nothing more, nothing less."
Rolling over she slid the sheets back her hands caressing his chest, lips trailing 
down his throat. A soft groan slipped from his lips as she nipped at the skin 
along his collar bone. 
"Let me take the dreams away angel. Let me show you love."
"Please..," he choked out as she ran her hands down his waist into the folds 
of the sheet. Fingers finding the target of her desire. She would make him 
forget, she thought, as she stroked the velvet skin beneath her fingertips.
  
There were just some things that a person could not bear and Skinner 
believed that his words would be the final straw. 
Three days since she had identified the body of her partner and Dana had 
not answered the phone. Now  here he was to tell her that she could not 
lay her partner to rest. This was going to be hard.
Pausing outside the door of her apartment he took a deep breath and raised 
his hand knocking gently. 
"Go away!"
"Dana it's Walter open the door."
"No, I want to be alone."
"Agent Scully open the god damn door now!"
Behind the door there was a soft shuffling then the click of the dead bolt as 
she opened the door a crack. Darkness beyond the door.
"What do you want?" a sad whisper.
"Let me in Dana. Something happened. I have to tell you, but not like this."
The door closed then the sound of the chain drawing back. A silent pause 
and the door opened to the dim apartment. Stepping in he closed the door 
behind him and took a deep breath. It was now or never.
"Sir, what is it? What's happened?" 
Skinner turned to look into wide red rimmed sapphire eyes. His breath 
caught in the back of his throat threatening to choke him as he took her 
tiny hand in his large one. She looked so fragile standing there in the 
shadows, skin pale, eyes wide, still enveloped in Mulder's leather jacket.
"He's gone."
She looked at him not really understanding for a moment what he was 
saying. Then slowly an understanding light began in the depths of those 
sad eyes. Pulling away she walked into the living room the sound of 
broken glass crunching beneath her heels. Skinner followed her 
and for the first time realized the extent of Scully's grief. 
Furniture overturned, books torn from shelves, anything breakable 
laying broken on the floor.
"She took his,...his body?"
"Yes."
Crumpling to the floor she sat rocking back and forth. 
"It wasn't bad enough that she killed him now she took his body?"	
"Well," he paused, " actually he walked out of the morgue." He 
couldn't believe that he had just said that.
Her head jerked up in disbelief.
"Sir?"
"Security camera caught images of Kristen Kilar walking into the 
morgue then out with Mulder following her."
"That's impossible sir Mulder was dead. I saw him. There's no 
way he,...could have,...just,...," her words trailed off as a tiny glint 
of hope sparked in her eyes.
Skinner shook his head as he thought of that hope. He would give 
anything to have his irritating agent back, but this was unnatural. He 
had read the preliminary coroner's report himself. There was no 
doubt Agent Fox Mulder had been dead, his throat ripped out. 
If he was walking around he didn't think Dana would want to find him.

Scully stood outside the one place she rarely went without Mulder, 
but she had no choice this time. Alternating between slamming her 
fist against the door and leaning on the buzzer she yelled.
"FROHIKE! BYERS! LANGLEY! GOD DAMMIT OPEN THE 
FUCKING DOOR NOW!!!"
After what seemed an eternity there was the sound of movement 
then a spark of static over the speaker. "Agent Scully do you know 
what time it is?" Byers distorted voice reached out.
"Do I look like I give a rat's ass?!" She looked up into the security 
camera above the door. "Just open the fucking door I need your help!"
Over the static of the speaker came the sound of the ever lecherous 
Melvin Frohike. For almost seven years she had humored his fantasy 
obsession with her. Tonight she was in no mood to deal with him.
"Why let the lovely Scully in Byers can't you see she is distressed and 
in need of comfort."
"Cut the crap Frohike!" 
"Password?"
"What password?"
"You know."	                                                                                                                                                                    
With a groan she rolled her eyes and cursed beneath her breath. "I 
don't remember it I,...,"	
"Password."
"Fine!" she crossed her arms and glared into the camera. "Scully is  
Frohike's sweet love muffin."
"Thank you love muffin."

These three men were the closest to friends that she had ever known 
Mulder to have. She didn't always agree with their conclusions, but 
she respected them for the strength of their beliefs. Sometimes she 
wondered if she could ever be that strong.
"Your telling us that you identified his body personally and that you 
know for a fact that it was Mulder?" Byers handed her a cup of 
coffee which she sipped through trembling lips.
"I know that I should have let you know. Your his friends, but I 
couldn't even face what had happened to him. How was I suppose 
to tell you?" Hot tears fell down her face as she spoke. After so 
many tears how could she cry more, she thought.	
"So this woman you believe it's Kristen?" Langley leaned in the 
doorway his long blonde hair obscuring his face.
"What do you know about Kristen?" Shock flooded through Scully. 
She had never mentioned the woman's name.
"Just what Mulder told me. Don't be upset though it took half a 
bottle of tequila for him to tell me." Walking across the room he 
knelt in front of Scully studying her face with those intensely 
intelligent eyes. "He missed you."
"So he found it necessary to fuck a complete stranger?" Standing 
she turned her back to the silent men. She knew she was being 
unfair. It wasn't like her and Mulder had anything going on.
"So what do you want us to do Dana?" Frohike lay a gentle hand 
on her shoulder causing her to turn. With wet eyes she studied the 
men then spoke.
"I want you to find the bitch," her voice was low and full of venom.
"Then what?" ask Langley.
"I'm going to kill her."

Mulder stood in front of the full length mirror studying the image of 
a man he didn't recognize. For some reason he didn't understand he 
knew this wasn't him. 
The look. 
The clothes.
"Angel what's wrong?"
At the sound of her soft voice he turned towards the bedroom door. 
A breath caught in his throat as Kristen crossed the room. She moved 
like some wild jungle cat. 
Smooth and liquid. 
Her skin ivory beneath the black leather sheath that clung to her body 
like a second skin. Sleeveless it sported a high banded collar that 
emphasized the pale length of her neck. The front was wide open 
baring a swath of naked flesh, the swell of her breasts pressing against 
the narrow strips of butter soft leather. Long fingerless gloves of the 
same material stopped half way up the curve of her biceps. 
Powerful, he thought. 
Sexy and dark.
"I..I just think that the clothes..," his words came out in a stutter.
"Your not pleased my angel?" she purred slender fingers sliding through 
the softness of his hair causing him to groan softly. Her touch was 
addictive, he thought, as the same fingers cupped his face. 
Razor sharp nails, painted a deep purple, danced mere inches 
from his terrified eyes moving in soft circles against his smooth skin.
"N,...no,...that,...that's not what I meant. I just don't feel comfortable 
dressed like this." 
His naked arms moved to wrap around the soft burgundy velvet of 
the vest he wore. Hugging his ribs he turned back to the mirror, eyes 
huge as he studied the reflection once more. Tight black leather pants 
topped by the vest, bare skin milky beneath soft velvet. Heavy black 
leather boots disappearing beneath the hem of the soft leather of 
his pants. Not much left to the imagination, he thought.
"Your the most beautiful man I have ever know," she whispered in 
his ear. She smiled her tongue dancing across the soft curve of pale 
flesh. "I will have a hard time holding onto you tonight at the club." 
She forced him to turn his wide eyes blinking, a soft sigh escaping his 
lips, as she cupped his ass in her hands.
"Club?" he swallowed hard as she squeezed him through the soft 
leather of his pants.
"Yes, angel. I believe it's time for you to learn of the hunt." Delicate 
fingers danced up his spine. Without warning her fingers caught in 
his hair pulling him back so the line of his throat was bared to her 
scarlet lips. She watched his adam's apple bob nervously as she 
leaned over his prone body.
"Hunt?" he whispered.
Without a word her lips connected with the pale flesh of his throat, 
teeth teasing pale blue veins beneath the surface. They stood there 
like that frozen in a twisted mass of flesh for what seemed an eternity,
then her tongue darted out dancing across his convulsing throat. 
Just as suddenly as she had grabbed him, she released her hold 
moving away leaving him filled with a burning desire. 
Slowly he sank to the floor whimpering softly.
"Soon," she whispered.

"I've found it!" Byers yelled over his shoulder as his fingers glided over 
the keyboard. The others gathered around him three sets of eyes locked 
on the soft blue glow of the computer screen.
Scully's eyes studied the columns of names, addresses, and telephone 
numbers. What was it he had found?
"Byers I don't understand what you,...," her voice trailed off as her eyes 
found what he had been talking about. The list was from a realtor in 
Alexandria and it listed all properties that had been leased or rented 
within the last six months. 
There on the fourth line from the bottom of the screen was the name 
Marti Foxx. 
Kristen thought she was slick. 
Marty was one of the aliases that Mulder used sometimes and that 
coupled with the last name Fox was the perfect alias to lease a 
property under. She had just feminized Marty and added Mulder's 
first name as her last.
"Where is that property located?" Desperation clung to every word 
that she spoke. If they were right she knew this was where Mulder 
was. The hope of finding him rose in her as she was assailed by the 
last image of her partner that she held in her mind. 
Pale skin. 
Blue tinged with death and so much blood.
"Just outside Alexandria."
"Scully."
The sound of Frohike's voice intruded on her thoughts. Turning she 
saw her cell in his hand.
"It's your boss. He wants to talk to you."
Taking a deep breath she took the phone, lifting it to her ear.
"Scully."
"Where the hell are you Agent Scully? Who the hell was that 
answering your phone? Was it one of those freak friends of Mulder's?"
"He's alive, sir." Her voice was steady and strong. 
"You know this quest is insane?" Skinner betrayed his own thoughts 
with the tone in his voice. He wanted Mulder to be alive as much as 
she did, but he felt he had to deny it.
"Sir you can help me or not. It doesn't really matter to me, but don't 
stand in my way." 
A soft sigh reached over the silent line.
"I'd be a fool and a damn poor superior if I let you go this alone."
"Meet me at Mulder's apartment in an hour and sir,...,"
"Yes Agent?"
"...bring all the firepower you can muster."
	
Standing just outside the entrance of the club Mulder shifted nervously 
from foot to foot unsure if he should be here. Kristin had been kind to 
him, she loved him, but he was torn by all the emotions that raged inside 
him. 
For three days she had eased the nightmares with her touch making 
love to him when he woke crying out in terror. He could only remember 
flashes of the nightmares. 
Flashes that just confused him further.
"Sweet angel what's wrong? You look in pain."
Looking up he tried to smile at the dark eyes that engulfed his. He felt 
like a drowning man clinging to an unseen savior in a dark sea. 
A flash of red hair, sapphire eyes. 
Squeezing his eyes shut he groaned.
"Kristen,...I,...I don't feel so,...so good."
Her hands gently moved over his knotted shoulders as she whispered 
soft words to him. 
Words in a language he did not understand.
"Wait until we're in the club, after a drink or two you'll feel better. I 
know the dreams have been hurting you, but they are just dreams."
"Are they?" He hissed in pain.
"Yes."
"This woman I see she feels real to me," tears welled up in his eyes,
"it's like I should know her. Do I know her? Did I know her? Kristen 
I don't understand what's happening to me. There's this hunger in the 
pit of my stomach that I can't fill, this thirst I can't quench." Terror 
rippled through his words as he tried to voice his pain so she would 
understand.
Kristen cupped his face in her cold hands and smiled sadly at his tear 
streaked face. 
Reaching into his mind she let her power flow into his faint memories, 
struggling to surface. His body jerked at the intrusion as she began to 
bind the memories.
"Please don't,...don't it hurts," he whimpered.
Pulling him close her mouth enveloped his as the whimper grew to a 
strangled groan, swallowed by the kiss.
*Forget*
Her power flowed over him engulfing everything he was burning away 
the dreams. Mulder gasp into her mouth as she probed deeper, teasing 
with teeth and tongue. Leaning into her taste his body rocked and 
throbbed with her touch as the memories faded away.

Everything that she had come to believe had been torn asunder in mere 
seconds. Mulder had been dead she knew that and she believed his 
murderer had stolen his body just to taunt them.  Even after viewing 
the security tape from the morgue she couldn't fully accept the truth. 
At least her mind couldn't but, her heart was another matter all 
together. 
She had barely restrained the tears that threatened when she had seen 
him with that woman.                         	
This couldn't be happening.
All of this was a nightmare from which she would soon awaken. That 
was what she told herself for without the lie she would spiral into a 
place of dark denial. Even when Skinner had showed up looking every 
inch the ex-Marine and told her the truth of Mulder's disappearance 
from the hospital she couldn't quite wrap her brain around the truth. 
There was no such things as vampires, there just was not. 
Dead was dead.
She stood at the iron railing those thoughts spinning out of control along 
with one other. How the hell had she let Langley talk her into coming 
here. The depressingly dark atmosphere of  The Velvet Cage was 
enough to make a person slit their wrists. Not to mention the ghostly 
white faces of the Goths who inhabited this dark world.
"There you go Mulder I've found your aliens,...," she muttered under 
her breath. Reaching down she tugged at the ridiculously short leather 
skirt she wore. She definitely didn't have the patience for this fashion 
statement. 
With a sigh she checked her appearance in the mirrored wall behind 
her with a shake of her head. I look like some cheap Vampirella knock 
off, Scully thought. Faced with the reflection of some stranger her 
thoughts wandered to Mulder. 
This was for him. 
She needed him. 
Tears threatened to well up in her thickly lined eyes. That bitch was not 
going to win vampire or no vampire she was going to pay for her 
transgressions.
"LANGLEY!" she screeched over her shoulder. 
A head topped with ragged blonde hair popped around the corner of the 
doorway. "Yeah."
"Let's go."

Between the loud music and her own frustration Scully was getting the 
mother of all migraines. Glancing up from her search she met Langley's 
eyes across the smoke filled room and shook her head. His head repeated 
her movements and then he vanished into the crowd. 
Just as she was about to give up in her search she saw him.
There across the dance floor leaning against the bar was Mulder, but he 
seemed different. 
It was him and not him at the same time. 
She could have never imagined him like this a dark, seductive stranger. 
Dressed all in black his eyes shifted across the crowd as if he were 
searching for something or someone. Forcing her way between the bodies 
of the dancers she made her way to him heart pounding in her chest.
"Mulder?"
Turning he looked down at her his normally soft hazel eyes reflecting an 
eerie green light. 
Shattered emeralds in the dim smoky room. 
He looked younger, his skin smooth and colorless like alabaster and his 
chestnut hair thicker, longer. God he was more beautiful than she remembered. 
Those eyes though held no recognition.
"Mulder it's me,...it's Scully. Dana Scully."
He cocked his head to the side eyes glittering with some internal light of their 
own. Still no recognition, but something else burning in those emerald eyes. 
Something that made Dana Scully fear for her partners sanity.
"Pretty."
Leaning forward she wasn't even sure that she had heard him the word was 
so soft. Her fingers hovered in the air mere inches from his shoulder clad in 
black leather.
"Your very pretty," the hunger in his eyes caused her to gasp as she stumbled 
back. 
Quicker than she thought possible his fingers were wrapped tightly around her 
arm. Scully could feel the cold of his skin through her sleeve so cold it seemed 
to burn.
"Angel stop your frightening the lady."
At the soft contralto of Kristen's voice his fingers released her arm leaving 
bruised flesh behind. Taking a deep breath she tried to calm the fear that rose 
in her throat. Eyes narrowed she met the other woman's gaze tremors running 
through her body unsure if it was fear or anger. Gritting her teeth she hissed 
out each word.
"What,...did,...you,...do,...to,...him?"
Kristen's eyes danced with amusement at her demanding outrage.
"Nothing he didn't desire."
"The hell you say you blood sucking bitch!"
Mulder took another step towards Kristen his frightened eyes tearing Scully's 
heart to shreds. 
He was scared of her. 
The thought caused tears to rise in her eyes, unbidden and unwelcome. Scully 
watched in anger as he lay his head against Kristen's shoulder silently asking 
for her protection. Long white fingers ran through his silken hair, stroking 
and soothing.
"Please,...Mulder don't be frightened," she found herself whispering as she 
stepped forward. 
"It's Dana. You remember me don't you?"
A soft whimper escaped his lips as he slowly sank to his knees arms draped 
around Kristen's hips. His grip tightened as Scully came closer with each 
step. Tears began to flow over her cheeks leaving trails of kohl as she reached 
out.
"Please,...Mulder remember," she pleaded with him. "Come back to me and 
I'll make it better. I promise I'll do whatever it takes just come back to me 
Mulder."
Another soft whimper.
A spark of light.
Was it the light of recognition?
"Scull,...Scully?" her name a soft groan on his trembling lips.
"Yes, it's Scully," hope began to grow in her heart. 
He knew her.	
Then he clutched his head in pain and began screaming.

He hadn't wanted to come here, but Kristen knew best she was his,...what 
had she called it? 
His sire. 
The loud music caused his ears to hurt and the scent of all these warm 
blooded people was causing his senses to overload. Why had she brought 
him here?
"Mulder?"
Her voice was soft with worry and something else he couldn't quite 
identify. Turning he met a pair of intense sapphire eyes ringed with thick 
kohl liner. Cocking his head he tried to read the depths of those quickly 
moistening eyes. A strange thought came unbidden to his mind. 
He knew this woman or did he?	
"Mulder it's me,...it's Scully. Dana Scully."
He should know her, he thought. Was she from before? Before what? 
A time before he woke freezing and terrified in the county morgue. 
Kristen had been there to ease his fears, to explain he was no longer the 
same. He was as she now a creature of hungers and immortality. That 
hunger was now rising in him as he watched this stranger standing in front 
of him.
"Pretty." 
For a moment she paused as if she hadn't quite heard his whisper. At her 
look of confusion he focused in on her. The sound of her pulse loud in his 
ears as he came closer. He could almost see the glow of warm blood 
pumping beneath her porcelain skin.
"Your very pretty," he whispered as the hunger began to burn through 
his body. Reaching out he grabbed her arm fingers biting into her pale, 
warm flesh. 
In her eyes he saw his hunger reflected back surrounded by her own 
horror. Just as she pulled against his grip the sound of Kristen's voice 
snapped him from the trance he had slipped into.
Anger poured from the woman as she spoke to Kristen and that anger 
frightened him. Mulder only caught a word here or there, but he got the 
distinct impression that he should know her. Pain began throbbing behind 
his eyes in time to his pulse. Squeezing his eyes shut he sank to the floor 
arms encircling Kristen's hips. 
What was happening to him?
A flash of memory.
Pain ripped through his skull forcing a groan from deep in his throat. 
Her name. What was her name?
What was his name? He did have a name?
Mulder. That was what she had called him.
She was telling him to remember. To come back with her. Deep in his mind 
another flash of memory. An office. 
A woman's soft laughter. 
She was laughing at something he had said. Blue eyes soft with concern. 
Soothing words spoken from the heart of a lover? No, a friend. His best 
friend who would do anything to ease his pain.
"Scull,...Scully?" Her name tasted like honey to his hungry lips.
His skull chose that moment to explode and his own screams echoed in his 
ears. He had felt pain before, but nothing like this. It felt like something was 
reaching deep into his body and ripping his soul out. Destroying all that was 
his, killing him with emptiness.

>From that moment all hell broke lose.
Skinner stepped from the shadows to wrench the screaming Mulder from 
Kristen. Hissing she started to turn as Scully stepped forward blocking her 
path a crucifix held out in front of her.
"That only works if you believe Ms. Scully!" Kristen's eyes filled with 
emerald fire as she stepped forward to retrieve her screaming lover.
"God if there was anytime I needed you this is it. Please help me protect 
him," Scully whispered softly. 
Taking a deep breath she met the eyes of Hell itself. She felt her throat 
constrict for a moment then she let her faith flow out from her heart. 
"I do believe you bitch!" she screamed.
Kristen froze in her tracks her eyes burning with pure, dark hatred. A 
look of pain twisted her face as she tried to step forward. Smoke began 
to rise from smooth skin blisters appearing along her bare shoulders.	
"You fucking cunt! You whore! He's mine and I will have him!" With a 
shriek she seemed to vanish into thin air.

When Scully hit the backdoor the shocked club goers were just starting 
to come out of their disbelief. Most of them believed that what had 
unfolded was some floor show done for their entertainment. Later they 
would congratulate the manager on a great idea. Rather than admit he 
had no idea what his customers were talking about he ate up the praise.
Leaning against the door she let out a moan of relief. 
All of her science had never prepared her for what she had just witnessed. 
Even with her religious upbringing she was having a hard time accepting 
that Kristen was exactly what Skinner had said she was. 
A vampire. 
A fucking real life vampire.
"Come on Scully hurry up!"                                                                       
At Frohike's urging she leapt into the van slamming the door behind her 
trembling back. The first thing she saw when her eyes focused in the 
dim interior was Mulder. He lay on his side arms and legs bound with 
duct tape a cloth gagging him. Above the gag his eyes were wide and 
filled with unshed tears glistening in the dim light.
"What the hell,...," her angry words trailed off as she moved to him.
"Don't." Skinner's voice was firm, but soft.
"Sir please,...Mulder's scared out of his mind."
"Dana we had to restrain him there was no choice. Whatever she did to 
him he doesn't know who we are. He's strong to and I'm not sure that 
even that would have held him if it wasn't for the cross Byers had." 
Skinner never took his eyes from the road as he spoke.
Scully turned back to Mulder kneeling her fingers brushing his sweat 
soaked hair from his face. She let her eyes settle on the silver crucifix 
that hung around his throat. 
With unbelieving eyes she noticed the tiny blisters that marred his smooth 
skin around the crucifix. 
Jesus Christ, she thought, this is crazy. 
Mulder whimpered softly pulling her out of her reverie.
"Hush,...it's all right don't be frightened." She stroked his cheek gently 
wondering how the hell he could be alive, yet still this cold to the touch. 	
Unsure where they were going she prayed that Kristen wouldn't find 
them. Exhausted she leaned into the wall of the van silently studying 
her terrified partner wondering if it were true. 
Had he returned from the dead? 
Had he truly come back to her?

After dropping off the Gunman she and Skinner had transferred their 
burden to another van, then bid their cohorts good-bye. Scully knew 
that if what she had been told were true Kristen would have to die 
in order for Mulder to survive. 
The power in Kristen's eyes had scared the shit out of her though.
"Sir, are you sure you don't want me to drive for awhile?"
"No, Scully I'm fine. Besides he needs you," he jerked his shoulder at 
their silent captive.
Turning her attention back to Mulder she knelt next to him. After the 
first few miles he had ceased fighting his bonds and the occasional 
whimper was her only sign he was awake. Looking into his eyes she 
saw the fear, her heart twisting at the tears that rimmed them. As she 
watched in horror those tears he had held in check now fell. Tinged 
with blood they ran down his pale face staining the edges of the gag pink.
"Oh, God,...Mulder," she whispered, "...what did that bitch do to you?" 
Reaching out to wipe away the tears she felt him flinch beneath her 
soft fingertips, a whimper escaped around the gag. The blood tinged 
tears began to flow faster as Scully felt her own throat constrict. 
Silently her tears joined his at the rejection she witnessed in his eyes. 
What had Kristen done to him? 
There was no recognition of her or Skinner. 
Only terror. 
Why couldn't he remember them?

TITLE: Where Angels Burn IV: Trinity

Dana Scully paced the length of the warehouse office her mind
swirling with some of the strangest thoughts she had ever
experienced in her life. If someone had ask if she believed in 
vampires two weeks ago she would have graced them with the
"LOOK" as Mulder called it. One slender eyebrow arched and the 
pursed lips of a true disbeliever. On this one belief though she 
could no longer deny the truth. 
Vampires did exist.
They had arrived in Baltimore sometime in the late hours of one 
of the worst winter storms that the east coast had ever experienced.
Skinner had assured her of the secrecy of this place. A former
marine buddy owned a good portion of the waterfront and this
particular warehouse was unused with very little traffic.
After securing their burden he had left to get whatever supplies
they would need for their confinement. Now left alone with her 
thoughts she was being forced to face the truth about her
partner. Turning from the grimy window she had paused at she
lifted her eyes to the man who lay some twenty feet away on
a rusty iron bed. He was wide awake and his attention focused
completely on her. A soft moan escaped from around the gag
tied tightly between his lips. 
"Why..," she whispered. 
Tears rose in her throat as he pleaded with his eyes to be released
from his bounds. A soft clatter of metal against metal as he twisted 
against the handcuffs that held his arms above his head to the
metal frame. She knew he couldn't get free, but still she moved 
across the room to check the cuffs. Lifting her hand to his face she 
caressed his pale cheek, one finger tracing the fullness of his gag
parted lips. 
Mulder whimpered turning from her caress. His eyes squeezed shut
as faint pink tinged tears trailed along ghost white skin. Mulder was 
scared of her, she thought, as her fingers left his trembling lips to
trail along the slender line of his convulsing throat.
"Mulder...," she whispered his name afraid that he might suddenly
vanish from her sight. She had seen his body. She was a pathologist
for Christ's sake and she knew dead when she saw it. But Mulder 
was alive and this was no dream.
At the sound of his name he turned and lifted his face to meet her
tear filled eyes. An emerald fire flared behind the depths of those
beautiful eyes as he began to tremble. Her fingers came to rest on
Byers' silver crucifix that now was imbedded in the delicate flesh
just beneath the hollow of his collar bone. The skin was puffy and
blistered around the delicate curve of silver.
"I won't hurt you," she rested her hand against his heaving chest 
searching for a heartbeat. Tears welled up again as she found it there, 
but so faint she doubted if it could effectively pump blood through 
his body. No wonder he was icy to the touch his body was going into
shock from lack of oxygen.
"I'll remove the gag, but you have to promise not to scream. Do
you understand? Can you do that for me Mulder?"
He seemed to weigh his options then inclined his head in agreement
to her. Reaching out she pulled the wadded material from between his
lips letting it slip down around his throat. Scully ran her fingers across
his bruised lips in a feather touch. How must he see her? This woman 
who professed concern, yet bound him as if he were an animal.
She was drawn from her thoughts by the feel of his lips engulfing her
fingers. Gasping she pulled back to feel his teeth graze her skin 
and she saw the emerald flare in his eyes she had witnessed at the
club before Kristen had made an appearance. It gave him a feral animal
look. A panther in search of it's next meal.
Standing she backed away from the bed bile rising in her throat.
"Dana,...please don't leave me," his words were a faint whisper to her 
burning ears as she watched him twist against the cuffs.
"Mulder?"
"I need you,...please touch me."
Scully found herself engulfed in those lust filled eyes. Swallowed by 
seven years of denial. Hadn't she wanted him for so long? Desired to 
touch his flesh, taste his skin beneath her lips? Feel his desire flame 
for her and only her?
"Kiss me Dana."
She tried to clear the fog from her brain, but all she could do was 
move forward her fingers carding through his silken hair. Then her 
fingers were tightening in that softness yanking his head back her 
lips crushing his in a raw kiss. Her other hand running down to tease 
at the edge of the vest he wore. With a quick jerk she tore the fabric 
open baring the smooth alabaster of his heaving chest. 
As she pulled back she discovered her heart pounding with a desire 
she had never had for anyone in her life. Emerald eyes bored into her 
brain, begging for her to take what she wanted so badly.
"Mulderrrrr....," she hissed his name between clenched teeth.
Tightening her grip in his hair she pulled him back to her mouth. As 
her tongue teased his swollen lips her fingers circled one dark ivory 
nipple. Pinching the hard nub of flesh she pressed her tongue through 
as his lips parted in a moan of pain and pleasure. With a twist of his 
captured flesh she swallowed another groan and smiled against his lips.
What the hell are you doing? 
Drawning back she shook her head in denial. This can't be happening. 
Oh, God what the hell am I doing, she thought.
"Dana...,"
"No," she whispered.
"Please...I want you," his swollen lips trembled.
"GODDAMMIT!" she screamed, "Get out of my fucking head Mulder!"
A sudden draft of icy wind whipped through the room.
"You bitch show yourself! I know your here!" Scully drew her gun eyes 
searching the dark corners of the room. 
Eerie laughter seemed to explode from the very air around her. Scully's 
eyes finally rested on a mirror that was bolted to the wall. A soft blue 
glow seemed to emit from it's dusty surface. Striding across the room 
she faced something that brought back a memory. A similiar mirror in 
Mulder's apartment.
A faint ghostly image of Kristen flickered in the dusty surface. Slack 
jawed she lifted her hand up as the image threw it's head back dark 
laughter filling the room once more.
"What the hell are you?!" Scully began to back away from the mirror.
"You think there is nothing beyond your science Agent Scully?" the 
voice was hollow, filled with the promise of millinieums past. "I am the 
origin of man's downfall. The first who chose not to serve, but to rule. 
My passion is far older and greater than any you have ever known. I 
am the true mother of man,...the Queen of Darkness!"
A ripple of terror ran up Scully's spine as the wind began to roar 
through the room. Suddenly the windows imploded glass slicing through 
the icy air. She hit the floor rolling as slivers of glass dusted her hair and 
jacket with deadly force. 
Behind her Mulder began to scream.

Skinner had never seen such a storm in his life. It possessed almost a
supernatural power. That thought stuck in his head as he raced back to
the warehouse. Back to where he had left Scully alone with Mulder.
What if there was something supernatural about it?
He recalled something that those freak friends of Mulder's had said about
the powers a vampire had been said to possess. Control over certain lower
lifeforms. Insects, vermin, and other such animals. Then there had been 
the rarely found gift.
Power of the storm.
The ability to control the weather.
He pushed down on the gas harder as he forced the van through swirling
snow he could barely see beyond. If what they had told him was true then 
this could be a result of Kristen's influence. That would mean she had found 
them sooner than he had expected and she would be gunning for Scully.

Mulder's body arched up off the bed the muscles in his neck cording as he
screamed. Running across the room Scully pushed him down with her body
against the thin mattress.
"Jesus Christ," she hissed as he continued to convulse beneath her. "Let him
go Kristen!" she screamed.
Kristen stepped from the mirror her body slowly solidifying as she strode 
across the glass covered floor. Emerald fire burned in her eyes as she 
stopped at the foot of the bed watching her lover convulsing. His screams 
echoing off the concrete walls.

She was almost to late, but she still could save him. Her angel needed blood 
and he would get it, if it were the last thing she ever did. A grim smile passed 
over her lips as she called to the interfering little bitch.
*DANA*
Suddenly the women stood up and turned to Kristen her sapphire eyes 
glazing over. Mesmerized by the power in Kristen's voice.
*Release him*
Scully reached into her jacket pocket and drew out a key. Turning to 
Kristen she allowed her to come closer to the bed. Mulder's screams 
had now become raspy moans and whimpers as the fire began to destroy 
him. Tearing him from the inside out. Blood was the only thing that could 
stop the pain and as she made her decision Kristen stroked his head. 
*Give me your arm*

Scully was sure Mulder was dying and there wasn't a damn thing she 
could do about it. She had been so consumed by what was happening 
to him she hadn't noticed Kristen until it was to late.
*DANA*
The power of the voice in her head caused her to stand and turn facing 
the thing that had caused all this suffering. Her body did as it was 
instructed despite her best attempts to overpower Kristen's instructions.
Lost in a haze she wondered if this was how Mulder had felt as Kristen 
had raped him. 
Had this been how she had overpowered him? 
Taking what she wanted without permission. Her eyes shifted to watch 
the other woman as she sat on the edge of the mattress, her hand 
caressing Mulder's pale face. If she didn't know better she would have 
thought Kristen truly cared for him.
*Give me your arm*
The voice penetrated her thoughts. Without a conscious reaction, she 
pushed up her sleeve and held out her arm.

Kristen ran a nail down the pale flesh of Scully's arm leaving the vein 
open. The scent of blood filled her nostrils as the flesh parted scarlet 
welling up.
"Angel open your eyes."
Mulder moaned in the back of his throat as she reached into his mind. 
Gently she drew him back from the abyss. Blinking he looked up into 
emerald eyes, forced to face his pain.
"Drink angel and the pain will cease." Kristen pressed Scully's arm to 
his lips, watching as his tongue gently lapped at the warm blood. So 
beautiful, she thought, as his lips began to work at the wound with 
abandon. He would make a fine hunter. 
She pulled the woman's arm away and smiled when her lover whimpered. 
He had a taste for her now so her death would be easier for him. Running 
her tongue up Scully's arm she healed the wound with the power, then 
instructed her to release Mulder. Taking her lover in her arms she strode 
back to the mirror. A flow of ancient words sprung from her lips and the 
portal reopened. 
Stepping through she closed it behind her leaving silence in her wake.

"Dana? Dana can you hear me?"
Scully rolled over with a groan and met a pair of concerned chocolate eyes.
"Sir?"
"Dana what happened?" Skinner helped her to her feet as she struggled to 
remember. "Mulder's gone where did he go?"
She shook her head and stumbled across the room to the shattered mirror
remembering. Kristen had been here and now she had Mulder once more to
toy with. She had failed him again, she thought, anger rising in her throat.
"She came through the mirror, sir. I should have believed him about the mirror
if I had...," her words choked off into silent sobs.
"Kristen?" he whispered pulling Scully into his arms.
"Yes. Oh, God she took him..she was in..in my head..and I couldn't stop her."

Mulder sat shivering in the corner of the musty basement scared to death
of what was happening. The taste of coppery sweetness lingered on his 
tongue and he desired to taste her again. Hope of ever remembering who he
had been having fled long ago. Not that it mattered.
Kristen had saved him again.
Her rescue had cost her dearly though. She lay pale and still next to him on
the damp earthen floor. She was ill the fire fading in her eyes as her breathing
became shallow.
"Don't leave me..pp..please don't leave me," he stroked her long dark hair as
he spooned around her still form.
"Fox..," a faint whisper.
He pulled her into his arms trembling at that one word.
"What did you say?" His fingers traced her pale face.
Dark eyes opened filling with tears. Pale fingers rose to caress the crucifix 
imbedded in his chest. Mulder whimpered at her touch. His flesh tender,
marred by the darkness that flowed through his veins.
"What have I done?"
"You saved me from them."
"No..I've cursed myself..and for what?" Tears fell down her face as she shook
her head.
"I don't understand? What's wrong Kristen?" Mulder's eyes widened in fright.
"Kristen Kilar is dead..she died a long time ago. I'm sorry...I've cursed
you to and because of my own selfish needs."
"Your scaring me Kristen...I don't understand."
"Run as fast as you can Fox..run now before she comes back," a sob of pain
tore from her throat as the demon within reared it's head. "She needs you
to be the Father...to recreate the...the Trinity..," her words trailed off as 
the demon once again took possession.

"Angel why are you so scared?" she ask him. Reaching out she saw the truth 
in his mind as he shrank against the damp stone wall. While she had rested 
Kristen's damned soul had showed itself to him. "Don't be frightened. I was 
just playing with you angel." 
What had she revealed to him?
Did he know now of his purpose?
"My name is..Fox..it's not Angel..," his eyes widened as a memory began to
surface. "Oh, God..Jesus you..you..," Mulder lifted his hand to his mouth in
horror. 
"My sweet angel you had a bad dream that's all nothing more...,"
"NO! It wasn't..please God no..no..you forced me..oh no God please," he began 
to shake uncontrollably. Stumbling to his feet he struggled to put distance
between him and the demon before his eyes. To shut out the horrifying
memories that began to surface.
Quicker than he thought possible she was on him eyes filled with fury. Her fingers
gripped his shoulders like iron as she forced his body back against the wall. He
tried to twist free as she yanked the remains of his vest away, shredding it with
talon sharp nails.
"You are mine angel..," she hissed, "now and forever!" 
Mulder screamed as she reared her head back teeth extending to sharp points
of ivory steel. Piercing his throat to mark her territory. He bucked against her 
trying to twist away from her clawed fingers as they stroked his throat 
digging into the tender skin. 
With a quick jerk she ripped the crucifix from his body tossing it into the 
darkness. Leaving a raw open wound in his chest.
Slender talons raked down his throat to circle one dusky nipple as he whimpered
beneath her. 
Damn that bitches soul. 
He was her's and he was going to stay that way. One sharp talon pierced 
his nipple drawing blood as he cried out and squirmed against her. Her 
bloody lips trailed down pale smooth skin to suckle at his tender flesh.
"Pleaassee..," he whimpered. "Please don't..don't no..please."
"Don't what?" she whispered as she teased the nipple beneath her tongue.
"I..I..please don..please don't..ra..rape me," he begged as she pressed him
to the ground. Her fingers sliding between his legs stroking and teasing his  
hardening flesh.
"You beg beautifully angel, but your body tells me a different tale." She popped the 
button at his waist then hooked a clawed finger beneath the leather. "You want
this angel..you've begged for it." 
With a swift movement she ripped away the smooth material. Her hand wrapped 
around his hot flesh, stroking and squeezing. He struggled harder as her other 
hand slid into the back of his ruined pants cupping his ass and roughly squeezing 
one taunt, muscled cheek.
Mulder screamed again as her teeth sliced into his stomach.

Scully sat up from the bed a scream dying on her lips. She remembered now
what she hadn't before. Kristen had feed her blood to Mulder that's what he 
had needed. Why he had been trying to...what had he been doing? Trying to
seduce her?
"Are you all right?" Skinner sat down on the bed reaching out to stroke
her hair gently. His eyes were soft with worry behind his cool exterior.
"Sir, I know this is going to annoy you, but yes I'm fine," she grimaced at the 
sound of her own words. "I just remembered something. Mulder was trying to
seduce me for lack of a better word. Whatever Kristen did to him it requires
him to drink blood or he gets sick."
"Did he drink your blood Scully?" His fingers traced her throat.
"Yes. His seduction didn't work maybe he wasn't strong enough...I don't know
why. When Kristen showed up though she got inside my mind and she cut my
arm open. She feed him my blood..I couldn't control my body..I was furious."
Trembling she found herself again in Walter Skinner's arms. She vaguely 
remembered them leaving the warehouse, but she had no idea where they
were now. Eyes moving down to her arm she wondered why there was no sign
of Kristen's handy work. Had it just been an illusion?
Suddenly an image flashed in her mind.
"Oh, God..," she whimpered pulling away from Skinner.
Mulder pinned to an earthen floor.
"What is it Dana?" Skinner reached out as she backed away.
Blood...so much blood.
"I can feel him..see him."
"Who? Mulder?"
He was begging for her to stop. Begging her not to.
"Jesus Christ..," she whispered, "don't hurt him...please don't."
"Dana listen to me!" Skinner's voice was sharp. A command. "What do you see
Agent Scully?"
Musty and damp. He remembered...he knew who he was. Kristen told him, but
it wasn't Kristen. 
"He knows..Oh, God he remembers..she's trying to make him forget."
"Where are they Scully?" Skinner grabbed her shoulders trying to calm her.
"Basement..cold, dark..earthy. She's drinking..from him..he's begging her not
to do it. He's bleeding so bad..she's..God no please..," she whimpered as the
image in her mind sharpened.
"What is she doing Scully? What can you see?"
"She's doing it again..she's in his head..screwing with his memories."
Her hands cold, yet burning on his flesh. He was trying to fight her this time. This
time it was different he wasn't completely human.
"Dana tell me!"
"She's raping him..raping him again."

Kristen stood over her lover eyes glittering with desire and satisfaction. It had
worked perfectly, she thought. Just the one time and they were connected by
the mental link that normally took at least three times. Scully had witnessed
everything through that link.
A soft whimper rose from the man on the floor. So beautiful, Kristen thought,
as her eyes moved over his naked body smeared with blood. Perhaps this 
was how she should have done it in the beginning. Her angel had known nothing 
in life, but pain and she had been trying to turn him with love. Pain he under-
stood. Violence he also understood, but love?
She knelt on the earthen floor her fingers tracing the curve of his ribcage. His
breath was ragged, chest heaving. She let her fingers settle against the tender
bruised flesh of his nipple and laughed when he flinched. Slowly her hands moved
to the bite just to the left of his navel crusted with drying blood. Whimpering
he tried to push away from her, bare feet digging into the moist earth.
"She will come you know," Kristen whispered. "When she does she will destroy
you. She saw everything and now she knows that your nothing, but a vampire's 
whore. A blood sucking little slut."

Mulder moaned as he tried to set up. The claw marks on his ass and thighs
burning as they slowly began to heal.
"I didn't..didn't want this..you raped me." His eyes filled with ruby tears.
Kristen's laughter filled his ears.

"But you did my sweet angel. You begged for me to take you and now you wish to
be human again. It doesn't work like that." She reached out her hand passing
over his frightened eyes. "Sleep angel and when you wake you will know the truth as
it is. She is your enemy. She did this to you. She raped you." 
With a soft moan his eyes slid shut and he slumped into Kristen's body. Standing 
she lifted him in her arms, his head lolled against her breast as she kissed the
tossled hair. 
Beautiful, she thought, and well worth the fight. 
Dana Katherine Scully would regret the day she interfered with her plans.

"If what your saying is true maybe we can use her to track Mulder," Frohike's
voice sounded against the mumblings of the other men.
Scully woke to the sound of the Gunmen in the other room. God knows what 
they were rambling about. She ran her fingers through tangled hair and rubbed
her eyes in frustration. Had Skinner told them what she had seen? 
Tears formed in her eyes as she flashed back to those images.
Violent.
Bloody.
Swallowing she stood up from the bed and went to the bathroom. Locking the 
door behind her she stood in front of the mirror, eyes locked with the pale 
stranger that stared back at her. She had thought she had understood what 
he had went through, what he suffered. How much more wrong could she 
have been?
She had felt everything he had.
His fear.
His pain.
God help him, she prayed.
Give me the strength to save him. Scully shivered as she began to fill the bath
hoping to wash away the memory of Mulder's violation. Kristen had raped him
in the most horrifying way possible to imagine. Not just his body, but his mind
as well. She could almost feel Kristen's teeth piercing his throat, her fingers
bruising his flesh.
"I swear I'll find you Mulder. Don't give up...I swear," she slowly collapsed to
the floor her chest constricting with pain. Her head bowed and hands clasp
in prayer.

He woke to gentle arms cradling him and soft soothing words. There was no
thoughts of how he got there or why. Kristen smoothed his hair from his
face as she whispered his name.
"My sweet angel..I am so sorry..forgive me," she began to weep.
Mulder moaned softly as his eyes focused on the pale tear streaked face
above him. Silky lips showered his face with kisses.
"Where am I?"
"Safe my angel..now." Her fingers traced his bruised lips.
"Why do you..you want me to forgive you?" He shivered as she wrapped him
tighter in the blanket.
"You don't remember? Maybe it's better this way..maybe," her voice faded.
"What happened to me?" Mulder tried to set up and every muscle protested
against his sudden movement. The last thing he remembered was the club
and a woman with fiery hair and sapphire eyes.
"I tried to save you...but I was to late to stop them." Tears ran down her face
once more as she turned from him. A glint of emerald flashed in her eyes as
she reached out with the power awakening false memories.
He whimpered as the first of flashes hit him.
His wrists bound behind him with cuffs.
The women hitting him. Demanding he tell her where Kristen was.
"Noo..please," he moaned against the pain in his skull.
His clothes being cut away.
Gagged and bound.
"Angel don't remember it will accomplish nothing."
Curling into Kristen's body he whimpered as he saw the woman touch him.
"She..she..," he choked on the fear.
"I know my love...I know forgive me." She wrapped  her arms tighter around
his torso. "She must pay for what she has done to you." Kristen's eyes
gleamed in triumph.
"I..I want her..dead." He whispered into her silken hair.
"That can be arranged," a smile crept across her pale face.
A smile of pure evil.

TITLE: Where Angels Burn V: Dark Lady


Feet tucked beneath her hips she silently studied her sleeping lover. His every 
breath causing her heart to flicker softly. Rising from the chair, she glided across 
the floor to the bed as he whimpered in his sleep. An expanse of smooth marble 
skin was revealed as his body shifted in sleep, dark hair shadowing his face.
Inside she cursed the human soul within him.
Settling on the mattress she reached out, the only sound in the room his breath and the
wash of silk against bare skin. Again he shifted, a soft moan escaping his full lips. Her 
fingers moved to trace the soft pink scar just below his collar bone. They had 
marked him with their filth and the thought of that angered her beyond reason.
*You marked him*
"No...," she whispered into the darkness, denying the voice it's truth.
*You tainted him as you tainted me*
"Damn you Kristen. I will not allow you to stop me."
She knelt over Mulder her lips tracing one smooth bare shoulder. Down the curve 
of bone beneath milky skin, coming to rest on the scar. Her tongue traced it's 
raw outline the taste of purity bitter in her mouth.
*You took without asking*
"No...I gave him what he needed..what you needed."
*I loved him*
"As do I. My love is powerful, eternal."
The flavor of his blood lingered on her tongue, it's taste different, yet
still the same. Sweet with the bitter tang of her darkness and the rich fullness
of his human lover. Oh, they may deny it, but they were lovers in every sense of
the word despite the absense of full consumation. Being physical was just the 
final step.
"Awake angel," she whispered her tongue tracing the curve of his ear.

He had wept in her arms until there were no tears left to fall. Memories of what 
the red headed stranger had done haunted his sleep. He knew they were different, 
he and his lover, but that gave them no right to hurt either Kristen or him.
In her arms he had found a love so strong, even death could not deny it's
existense. His wounds would heal for they would have an eternity to do so.
With whispered promises he was drawn from the dark world of dreams into
the arms of his dark lover. She offered that which the mortal world could never
give him. All he had to do was destroy the one who had defiled him.
His rapist.

Walter Skinner sat drinking coffee, his eyes focused on the falling snow
outside the hotel window. Thoughts drifting aimlessly he lifted the cup
once more only to discover it was empty. He was beginning to lose any hope
of finding Mulder though he would never voice that to Scully.
"Mr. Skinner I believe we've found something."
Looking up from the empty cup his eyes settled on the pale face of John
Byers. Although he was one of the Gunmen, as Scully had called them, he 
could have passed for a high school librarian.
"What have you found?" he shifted in his seat to face the other man.
"Scully told you about Kristen's claim, that she was the Queen of Darkness?"
"Yes?"
"Well I believe we've ascertained the meaning. Visuals might be helpful and
perhaps Scully can enlighten us further." Byers twisted his hands nervously as
Skinner studied him.
Standing he headed towards the bedroom.
"I'll get Scully and we'll meet in your room in fifteen minutes."
"Yes, sir."

Settling into the proffered chair Scully ran her fingers through sleep
tousled hair, rubbing her eyes. With a sigh she slipped on her glasses leaning 
over the table. A book lay open on the table written in a language she didn't 
comprehend and that was just the beginning frustration.
"What language is this?" she rubbed the bridge of her nose.
"Rumanian dialect."
"Rumanian? You mean as in Rumania with the province of Transylvania?" 
Scully met Frohike's tiny dark eyes, he reminded her of a rat sometimes with
those beady little eyes. He cleared his throat then turned to the laptop on 
the table a flush creeping up his cheeks. Great, she thought, just what she 
needed. Next they would be cracking Dracula jokes. As if! 
"Yes, but before you go on a rant check out that picture."
Her eyes lowered to the rough woodcutting featured prominantly
on the opposite page. 
For once she was stunned to silence. 
The face that stared out from the page was one all to familiar.
Kristen.
"I know it looks just like her doesn't it?" Langley leaned over her shoulder one
finger tracing the page. "It's not though. This wood cutting is from the 14th
Century and the notation below identifies it as Lilith the Dark Queen."
A shiver ran up her spine as she studied the enemies face.

Mulder stood eyes locked on the falling snow beyond the window, a blanket 
wrapped tightly around him. Memories were still surfacing, but only when he
slept. A shiver ran down his spine as he raised one slender finger, tracing
the scar beneath the hollow of his throat.
"Something disturbs you angel?" Kristen wrapped her arms around his waist
ignoring the flinch as her hand settled on his stomach.
"Why did she mark me?" The words were a bare whisper even to his ears.
"That is what humans do...they mark...they kill."
"But...why?" Tears welled up in his eyes as he looked to the floor. There had to
be an answer.
"They believe us to be evil. Evil must be marked, destroyed. That which they 
do not understand they fear. This is the way it has always been."
"Why do I have to kill her?" His voice wavered.
Kristen raised an eyebrow in suprise at his question. Wondering if maybe there 
was more to the story he looked deep into her eyes. Maybe she was lying to him 
in some subtle way.

Kristen turned her lover to face her. His question disturbed her greatly for it
meant that he was beginning to remember the truth. The strength of his 
human soul amazed her, but then that strength was what had drawn her to
him.
"She stole your dignity, your freedom, she raped you. Need you have any other
reason my angel? Justice demands payment for her transgressions."
"Did she rape me?" Mulder paused his features twisted in confusion. "I don't 
remember anything except vague flashes, but some of the flashes they don't 
seem to...to belong." 
Lifting his chin she met his eyes. Confusion swirled in the hazel depths, confusion 
and doubt warring in his mind. 
Her hands cupping his face, she smoothed away the blood tears from his pale 
cheeks with her thumbs. She doubted that he would fully remember how she 
had raped him violently in the warehouse basement. Or for that matter how she
twisted his memories to serve her own purposes.
"To avenge you must take her life," her hand passed across his face. Slowly
his features slackened, shoulders slumping. "Only I desire you and the love 
we share is eternal," his fingers flexed releasing the blanket.
He stood before her naked, a true innocent, the blanket pooling at his feet.
"Kneel before your queen, angel. Kneel before your dark lady...ruler of your
soul..your heart..your body."
Mulder fell to his knees, his head bowing in supplication to his immortal lover.
She lifted his face as she knelt before him. He was everything that the dark
ones had promised the father would be. Strong, beautiful, emotional, and 
intelligent.
"Be with me angel," she whispered. Leaning forward she claimed his lips in 
a soft, seductive kiss. "You are the perfect consort. A hunter with power 
you never dreamed of possessing in your mortal life."

"Who is this friend that's going to help Mulder?" Scully bounced on her heels
as they waited for the elevator.
"Her name is Hawthorne," Langley stepped into the elevator as the gate 
opened. "She has a rep for the supernatural...sort of a Spooky for the
net underground."
"Spooky? What are you trying to say?"
Langley shook his head in wonder. His long blonde hair a veil that shadowed 
his face.
"Your pretty damn dense for an FBI agent Scully. She's fighting the same thing
that Mulder is just in a different forum."
Before she could ask another question the elevator stopped at a brick hallway. 
Sliding back the gate Langley motioned Scully to follow him to the end of the 
hall. As they neared the heavy wooden door the soft sound of pipes filled the air.
"What did you say she did again...for a living?" Scully found herself wrapping her
fingers tightly around Langley's arm.
"She's an artist. Although she does dabble in quite a few things. She
never seems to want for money though."
As he raised his fist to knock the door slid back into the wall causing them both
to jump nervously. Jasmine blended with patchouli to scent the air as soft exotic 
music wafted out the door around the young woman who greeted them. One slime 
pale hand stroking a python that rested across her shoulders.
"Welcome Agent Scully. I believe we have some work to do."

"A game lover?"
Mulder lifted his eyes to search Kristen's face for any sign of deception. He recalled
standing at the window over which heavy drapes now swayed then...well nothing 
until he woke in the bed. There seemed to be more and more moments of confusion
within his mind. His thoughts continued to shift as he felt the tease of silk against 
his bare chest.
"Angel are you alright?" Her words drew him from his thoughts.
"Yes..I'm fine," he quickly focused on her previous question. "What kind of game?"
"A seduction...a game only lover's play."
Licking her lips she grasp one of his wrists in her hand lifting it above his head to
the headboard. He watched her silently as she bound his wrist with the silken scarf
to the frame reaching for his other arm.
Suddenly he found it difficult to breath.
"No..no..," he whimpered as a flash of memory stirred.
"Hush..shhh..I won't hurt you."
He squirmed beneath her as her grip tightened on his wrist, forcing his arm up above
his head. Thoughts came unbidden to him as he struggled against her touch. 
Why was he scared, he thought.
A dark shadow crossed his mind.
Kristen had hurt him...No she had saved him.
"Be still angel...no pain only pleasure," Her fingers quickly bound his other wrist.
Her soft lips moved along his throat as he thrashed against his silken bondage. 
Mulder whimpered in the back of his throat as she continued. Planting moist
kisses down his chest to his stomach. 
There was something he had to remember...something that would set him free.

Hawthorne was quite the suprise for Scully.
As she sat studying her surroundings she could almost hear Mulder's soft laughter
at her situation.
How many times have I told you not to judge a book by it's cover?
She smiled to herself wondering if she would ever see him again. Not the shade of
a man he had become, but the man who her emotions had become entangled with.
"There is hope Dana..you don't mind if I call you Dana?"
The other woman leaned over handing her a cup of jasmine tea which she accepted
gratefully. Across the room Langley was sprawled in an overstuffed Victorian chair
covered in faded burgundy velvet. Lifting the beer he held to his lips he swallowed
then spoke up.
"I met Hawthorne in college..we became good friends. If anyone can help Mulder it's
her...right Haw girl?"
She turned pale violet eyes to Langley a look of annoyance flickering in their depths.
"How many times have I told you NOT to call me that?" With a sigh she turned back
to Scully taking a sip of her own tea. "Langley tells me that the woman who has
abducted your partner claims to be Lilith. If that's true we have very little time to
stop her."
"Who is Lilith?" Scully swallowed a sip of tea. Just the sound of that name sent chills
through her to the core of her soul.
"It depends on who you ask, but the majority of information identifies her as Adam's
first wife." Hawthorne stood and walked across the room to a shelf of leather bound
books. After a moment of perusal she withdrew a thick volume returning to sit
next to Scully.
"I'm sorry, but Adam only had one wife," Scully had been raised in the church. Despite
her lack of practice now, she knew that for a fact.
"Your Catholic," the other woman reached out to touch the tiny gold cross at Scully's
throat. "Lilith is from Hasidic text. Text thought to be older than the Christian bible."
Flipping pages she finally stopped turning the book towards Scully.
Another image of Kristen stared out from the page.
"Lilith was the first woman created by God to mate with Adam. She was flawed though,
according to the stories. Rather than serve man or God she fled the Garden of Eden
in search of freedom. When God discovered she had fled he sent three angels to
retrieve her. At her refusal to return God cursed her to become Lucifer's disciple,
a demon."
Scully sat contemplating the other woman's words. Was it true? Had a demon sought
out Mulder for her own vengence on God. Mulder didn't even believe in God...or did
he? She swallowed the last sip of tea it's once sweet flavor bitter on her tongue.

Kristen lay next to her panting lover her own body aching with the result of their
shared passion. Reaching out she ran a fingertip across his sweat slick skin,
circling one tender swollen nipple. Already her bite marks were fading.
"Are you mine?" she whispered as her fingers slid lower to tangle in dark curls.
His only response was a soft whimper as his hips lifted up from the bed.
"Are you mine angel?" she tugged at the curls between her fingers.
Moaning he opened his eyes and turned his head. A look of desire combined with
confusion washed across his features. Shaking his head he tugged at the bindings
that held his wrists immobile.
"I..no..I don't understand..I don't know," he cried out as she bit into tender skin.
"Are you mine?" she lapped at the bite as he twisted against his bindings again. "A
simple question angel. Do you belong to me?"
"No..I want..," his tongue darted out to moisten dry lips.
"Are you thirsty? Do you hunger?" Her eyes filled with emerald fire.
"Yes..," Mulder whimpered softly.
Slicing along her wrist she watched as thick ruby black blood welled up. Lowering her
arm she teased as he strained against the bindings seeking out her blood with
trembling lips. 
"Are you mine?"
"Yes," he cried out, "yes I..I belong to you."
Lowering her arm she sighed as he began to drink greedily. His mouth and teeth
worked at her vein until she tried to pull away. Deep in his throat he growled
when she tried to detach from him. Grabbing him by the hair she tore him from 
her arm despite his pained protests. Eyes flickering she took his scarlet stained 
lips in a desperate kiss.
"Mine...forever mine," she whispered.

Three hours of searching through dusty, yellowed tomes had put Scully's nerves
on edge. Her eyes lifted from the page she had been skimming to study the other
woman who sat, legs folded in a perfect lotus position, surrounded by books and
papers spread on the hardwood floor. Hawthorne had enlightened her on a number
of things, but none of them could solve her problem.
Mulder.
All she wanted was her partner back.
Soon the sun would be down and God only knew what that demonic bitch had instore
for Mulder. Memories of her connection flashed behind her tierd eyes threatening
to raise another flood of anger and helplessness.
The scent of moist earth mixed with blood and arousal.
His screams loud in her ears though it was just a memory.
Running her fingers through her hair she slammed down the book she had been 
reading her fear and anger coming to a boil.
"This is a fucking waste of time!"
Startled from her work Hawthorne placed a calming hand on her shoulder. Yanking
from the other woman's touch she stood and walked to the bank of windows. She
couldn't just set here and do nothing.
"We will save him...you just have to have faith."
Scully began to giggle hysterically then the giggles became sobs.
"FAITH?! How the hell am I suppose to have faith in a god that would unlease an
abomination of his own creation on the human race? Because of some mistake I
may lose the man I love to...to...ah god..why?"
"It will take time...be patient," Hawthorne's touch caused her to jump.
"Goddammit haven't you been listening to anything I've said?! We don't have time
to waste...you..you didn't see what I saw...you didn't feel what I felt. Jesus you
didn't have to experience his..his..,"
"His what?"
"She raped him! Oh, god she hurt him..so..so bad..I couldn't stop it. All I could do
was set there and hear him scream in my mind...he kept screaming my name!"
She fell to her knees sobbing until she could barely breath through her swollen
sinuses. When there was not an answer to her rant she wiped her eyes and looked 
up into shocked violet eyes.
"He drank from you. Christ why didn't I realize this before?" Hawthorne was across
the room before Scully could reply. A shower of books and papers fluttered 
around her as she searched desperately for some answer only she could have 
known. An answer so obvious.
God how could she have been so stupid?
Slamming a thick volumn down on the desk she began to flip through pages
in search of the answer. Then....there it was a familiar section written in latin over
five hundred years ago by a young novice in a convent deep in Eastern Europe. A
prophecy that spoke of the coming of a dark lady, a demon of such beauty no
man could refuse her.
"The Unholy Trinity..a prophecy," her breath coming in frantic spurts, "your right we
don't have much time."
Stepping to the desk she looked over Hawthorne's shoulder and felt her breath
catch in her throat. For the third time the visage of Kristen looked up from the page,
but this time it was a reproduction of a painting which included another subject. 
Though the colors were faded the face could not be mistaken. 
A man.
Pale skin.
Dark hair.
Hazel eyes. Gold on green.
"Oh, my god...," she whispered.
"And she shall find the door unto this world through a heart of purity. There she shall
find a man with eyes of pain that change like the seasons. He shall be her lover
and from their union shall be born the son. So shall her vengence against God be
completed and the unholy trinity born unto the end of the world...," Hawthorne's
voice faded as she read the words of a woman long dead.

Their passing barely marred the surface of pure white between the elaborate 
stones of lives come and gone. Long ago this place had been left to the devouring 
maw of time and neglect. Waist high grasses stood out starkly against the crisp white
of snow and the damp grey of stone. In the center of the once immaculate graveyard
a small cathedral stood it's windows dark and dusty with disuse.
"Why are we here Kristen?" Mulder's eyes fluttered from shadow to shadow as he
shifted from one foot to the other.
"Does this place bother you?" her lips curled in a sadistic smile.
"Yes..," he whispered as a shiver rippled across his skin.
"This my angel is where it shall all end and begin."
"What?"
"Your enemy shall be punished for her deeds...and you my lover..," her fingers grasp
his jaw firmly, "shall be reborn to your fate."
"How will she know where we are? Is she already here?" his emerald eyes widened
in fear as memories flitted through his vision.
"She will know angel when it is time. Come now there is nothing to fear," taking his 
hand she continued towards the dilapidated church.

"What your telling us is that Mulder is being used to fullfill an endtime prophecy? That
this Kristen is actually some mythological demon from a text older than the bible?"
"Yes."
Skinner stood pacing the length of the room in...disbelief? Anger? It could not be disbelief
he already had accepted Kristen was a vampire, but could it be more?
"How do we stop her?" he turned to the woman whom Scully had introduced as Hawthorne.
Her pale violet eyes gave him the chills as she studied him. There was something there
that reminded him of Kristen..,but different.
"There is truth to the old legends about vampires. The soul resides in the mind, the 
ethereal body in the heart. A stake will destroy the ethereal body that which animates
the body through the heart, but to truly kill a vampire the head must be severed from 
the body therefore releasing the soul trapped within."
"So we find her coffin, drive a stake through her heart, and chop off her head? Seems
simple enough. We just wait until sunrise and go find the bitch." Skinner hoped he
appeared as confident as he sounded.
"Not that easy sir," Scully piped up.
"What do you mean?"
"No coffin," Byers spoke up, "a Hollywood invention."
"Doesn't sleep during the day," answered Langley.
"Let me guess...Hollywood?" Skinner sighed.
"Yep," Frohike piped in, "but she will be in the one place you wouldn't think."
"Where?"
"A deconsecrated church."
"Excuse me?" This was getting stranger with each passing moment, Skinner thought.
"When a church is no longer used it is desanctified the equivilant of decommisioning
a boat in the navy, sir. It's retired...no longer considered holy ground. If Hawthorne is
correct about the prophecy then she will use the church as the place of Mulder's
finally becoming. Until he makes his first true kill there's still the chance we will be
able to reverse what Kristen did." Scully met his eyes with a look of raw determination.
"Okay...let's find that church."

Dim candlelight flickered through the main sanctuary of the ruined church as Kristen
sat stroking his back. His entire body shook as her fingers traced his spine...he 
was terrified, she thought, but not of her. 
Of his human lover.  
The memories she had planted had worked perfectly. He now saw Dana Scully as an
enemy and that coupled with the fact he had tasted her made things less complicated
for everyone involved.
"You know that we must lure her here?"
"Yes," another shiver rippled through him.
"Then you must trust me when I say I will not hurt you. Do you trust me?" Kristen 
studied his pale face as she took his wrists in a firm grip. "She must believe I
am hurting you so she will come to take you away, there is no other way."
He nodded quietly allowing himself to be led to the stone alter.
A sheath of dark velvet covered the altar it's folds draped and pooling along
the stone floor. Three candles stood one centered at the left side and the other two
at both corners of the right side. Their placement formed a triangle around the
altar where Mulder now stood.
Slowly Kristen undressed him a smile flickering across her lips, he was the one, she
thougth, as he stood naked and shivering in front of her. His pupils were wide engulfing
any color so his eyes appeared black in the dim light.
"Lay back my love," she whispered.
"I'm scared...," a soft whimper escaped him as she pushed him down. "What if she takes
me away again?"
"Hush..my sweet angel all she will do is die tonight."
Once he had laid back she took his wrists binding them together with a silk cord above 
his head. Then she bound his ankles as well her eyes glimmering with a hint of fire at
the fear she felt rolling off him. The perfect picture of the innocent about to be sacrified
to some dark pagan god.
"Please....Kristen..please I'm afraid..," his voice shook as he tugged at the bindings.
"There is no need to fear for after tonight we will be joined forever," she smiled a
full lipped, soft smile slipping a wide strip of cloth from her jacket. 
"Please..no..please..," he begged as she pressed the material to his lips. 
Quickly she tightened the gag behind his head then smoothed the hair from his 
terrified eyes. He struggled for a moment trying to speak through the thick
material then lay still blood tinged tears dripping from fear widened eyes. So very
beautiful, she thougth, her hand caressing his throat.
"Soon she will come and you shall be free."

Scully hadn't wanted to quit helping the others, but Skinner had insisted that she
get some sleep. Killing herself was not going to help Mulder so she had given into 
the worried glances of her comrades, but she couldn't find peace even in sleep.
When the dream came she wasn't sure if it was a dream.

Standing in the churchyard she wondered how she had come to this long forgotten
place of the dead. Silently she wandered between the crumbling markers and tall
spiky grass. Ahead of her the church stood windows staring like dark soulless 
eyes. Inside she felt the pull of a power she could not deny and so she found herself
being pulled into the darkness.
With no transition she suddenly found herself in the main sanctuary of the church the
smell of mildew and melting wax filled her nostrils. Slowly she focused on the scene
that unfolded before her disbelieving eyes. 
On what had once been the main altar a cloth of midnight velvet had been draped 
and the smooth alabaster skin of the bound man who lay stretched atop it was a
a study of light against shadows.
"Mulder....," she whispered.
At her words he turned to regard her with terrified eyes dark as the shadows that 
surrounded him. Reaching out to him she tried to approach the altar only to have
her way blocked by a powerful force, her fingers sinking into a chill so deep
it froze her heart. 
"I know your here....answer me...Lilith!" she screamed to the night shrouded rafters.
*So you know my name*
Scully jumped at the echo of words deep in her skull. Before she could react any 
further the demon stood in front of her and for the first time she saw how he could 
have been seduced by it.
She stood tall and slender...at least six feet. A lose flowing garment of sheer silk
flowed around her as if a light breeze blew though the air was deathly still. Beneath
the sheer material her pale marble skin seemed to glow with an inner light all it's
own. Tendrils of ebony swirled around a pale oval face with full scarlet lips, high
cheekbones, and those....eyes. Dark and bottomless she seemed to drown in their
power, flecks of emerald fire dancing around her.
"Yes......I do know your name demoness. Let Mulder go you have no claim on his soul
or his body."
*But the man you knew is dead*
"NO! I won't accept that...I can't..you can't have him!"
*I already do*
Soft laughter filled her ears as Lilith vanished in a swirl of silk and smoke. When she 
lifted her eyes she saw the woman reappear by the altar. Her lips spread in a
wide smile as she stroked Mulder's trembling form from bound wrist to waist then
waist to bound ankle. Scully watched helplessly as she lifted his torso up and drew
her head back. For one moment she saw the demon as she truly was, wide maw filled
with razor teeth and eyes of emerald fire, then she was human as her mouth met 
Mulder's throat. Trickles of ruby blood ran from beneath her lips, staining his pale
skin as he strained against his bonds. His screams muffled from all, but her soul.

"SCULLY! DANA! Wake up it was a dream!" Skinner shook her convulsing body as
her screams bounced off the walls of the room.
"Nooo...noooo...I won't let you take him!" her voice danced on the edge of hysteria.
"SCULLY!"
She finally opened her eyes to face a room of worried faces. Jerking from Skinner's
grip she stood on wobbly legs and crossed the room. With trembling fingers she
pulled back the heavy drapes eyes focused on the rising moon, a sliver of silver
against the velvet night. Angry tears spilled down her face as she spoke.
"I know where he is."
"Where?" whispered Byers.
"An abandoned church about twenty miles outside Baltimore. It's on the grounds of
a burned out estate, a family church that belonged to a wealthy family...once."
"Then what are we waiting for?" Frohike questioned.
"A name," Skinner answered.
"Kilar. The estate belonged to Kristen Kilar's family...before she burnt it to the ground
twenty years ago." Scully turned to them with a grim smile.
"How did you know that?" Langley raised a brow.
"Mulder's not the only victim. Somewhere inside Lilith her soul is still trapped. That's 
how she knows. She sensed Kristen when she met Lilith's mind...isn't that true Dana?" 
Hawthorne met Scully's eyes across the room.
"Yes."

It had been a quick operation.
Frohike located the exact address of the former Kilar family estate. Langley and
Byers under Skinner's direction began collecting appropriate clothing and anything
they could use as a weapon. Scully and Hawthorn had retreated to the bedroom to
discuss the possible outcomes of the battle they were about to face.
"You do realize that what we're about to attempt could end all our lives?" Hawthorne
sat staring into a glass of red wine her eyes flickering with worry.
"Yes...,but I..I'll be dead without him," Dana sat on the bed lacing her hiking boots. Each
movement sharp and severe. At this point she didn't give a damn what anyone thought
about her. She loved him and her heart could not give him up so soon after learning
the truth.
"Can you think clear enough to get him back?"
"I can move a mountain if it's necessary," she stated thrusting her gun into it's shoulder
holster to emphasis her words. There was no option. When she left that place she 
would have Mulder or she wouldn't leave at all. Scully knew that deep down the others
felt the same way.
"You ready Dana?" Skinner stepped in dressed completely in black. She had to smile
at the way he held himself. Lose, but alert, a true soldier.
"Yes...," she hissed, "Let's go kick some demon ass."

A faint mist lay low to the ground swirling between the dark mounds of stone that
thrust through the snow.  A scene from some old forties B-movie he expected to hear
the baying of a wolf any moment.
Parking the van just outside the gate Skinner turned to the motley band of misfits. 
"Okay here's the plan. Langley your Base...you keep us all in contact. We do not at
any given time want to lose radio communication. Frohike I want you to approach
from the north entrance. Byers you come in from the south. Dana you take the
front entrance and I'll bring up the rear from the east."
"What about me?" Hawthorne met Skinners eyes from across the van. Again that
eerie chill crept over his skin as her pale violet eyes burned into his skull.
"Your to stay with Langley as his assistant. Your are only to leave this van as a
last attempt. Do you understand?!"
"YES SIR!!!" Five voices rose in a chorus.
Music to my ears, he thought. Maybe we will win this war after all.

Kristen stood stroking her captive lover's cheek, her eyes focused on a distant point
that she could only see. Her mind reached out to caress the intruders most intimate
thoughts.
Men..she whispered to herself. So easily manipulated by hidden desires.
Beneath her fingertips Mulder moaned softly.

The soft crack of a branch caused Frohike to jump. An air of the surreal seemed
to penetrate the tangled branches of the overgrowth.
"This is silly Melvin...," he whispered to the shadows.
"Mmmeeellllllll....," the sound of a breathy whisper close to his ear.
Turning quickly he stumbled landing on his ass with a thump in a patch of wild ivy.
"Goddammit...," he hissed.
"Is that anyway to talk in front of a lady Mel?"
Looking up he met Dana Scully's sapphire eyes, but this was the Dana of his secret
sexual fantasies. Her auburn hair in tossled curls around her smooth porcelain face
cheeks flushed with arousal. Her small delicate fingers began to pop the buttons
down the front of her shirt as he back peddled through the tangled ivy.
"Wha..wha..," he stuttered as the shirt fell open to reveal a pair of perfect ivory breasts.
"Don't you know Mel...I've always harbored secret desires for you..," she moaned 
softly as her hands lifted to cup her breasts. Thumbs caressing tight swollen nipples
the color of ripe strawberries.
"Scu..Scully...ah..Dana I don't think this is the time," his words caught in his throat as
she slid her slacks down stepping from them. His eyes followed the stroke of her
palm across her smooth stomach as she continued to kneed one breast. Lips
parting as she hummed deep in her throat, her hand sliding into the thin silky panties
that clung to the curve of her hips.
"Fuck me....please," she moaned.
"Bu..but Dana what a..about Mulder?"
His words were cut off as she straddled his hips taking his lips in the kiss he had
desired for so long. He moaned against her moist lips as she ground her hips into
his swelling crotch.
"Let him find his own woman...," she hissed.

John Byers sometimes wondered what twist of fate had been required to plant him
in the middle of this surreal world. Then he remembered.
Susanne Modeski.
Tall, blonde, mysterious.
For ten years he had pined for her. She was the only woman he had ever loved in his
life, but it just wasn't meant to be. She had drawn him into this dark twisted world
leaving him with his faith in God and country shaken to the core.
Where are you Susanne, he thought, looking up at the stars between the woven
branches of the trees.
"John?"
He turned to find Susanne behind him looking just as she had the first time he had
saw her. Dressed all in black, her long legs striding towards him.
"Oh, god John I never thought I would see you again," her eyes filled with tears as she
reached out, cupping his face. Before he could react she was kissing him softly, yet
with a passion he was unsure she had possessed for him.
"Susanne what are you...," he began to question her. She pressed a slender finger to
his lips as she pushed him to his knees. Suddenly she was on top of him gently tugging 
at the collar of his shirt.
"Make love to me John...please I love you," she whispered as their lips met.

Moving through the thicket of overgrowth Walter Skinner was suddenly overcome by
feelings he hadn't experianced since 'Nam. There was the taste of blood in the air and
the scent of death. 
Those things you never forgot. Sharp bitter memories of lost comrades and innocence
destroyed by the truth of a bitter conflict with no end. 
He licked his lips wondering what had possessed him to think he could free Mulder
from this thing that tortured his soul. Maybe it was his respect for the younger man 
and his quest? Or was it the need not to lose another friend?
"Or maybe it's to aleviate your guilt."
Skinner stopped in his tracks as a voice to familiar to his memories pierced his
dark thoughts. Swinging around he watched a figure step from the shadows.
"Jesus...," he choked as his eyes focused on the womans pale face. 
"Is it your guilt? Guilt for allowing them to kill me...to destroy what you once loved?"
Hot tears ran down his face as he shook his head in denial.
"Sharon..," he whispered through silent sobs. "This can't be...your..your dead."
"Even the dead have desires...my sweet husband."
He fell to his knees as her cold arms embraced him. This couldn't be happening,
this couldn't be real. Sharon..his lover...his wife. The woman who had at one time held
the hope of happiness in her smile.
"Forgive me...oh, god forgive me...Sharon..I..I loved you..," he sobbed as she embraced
him tighter.

Scully remembered this place from the dream.
Walking into the sanctuary she stopped to take in the nightmare vision she had waited
to see. This time though there was no wall to block her path, no evil to stop her from 
taking her friend away from here.
"Mulder..," she whispered stroking his pale face. A soft moan rose from his throat as
glazed eyes blinked focusing on her face. "I'm going to get you out of here okay?"
Pulling off her jacket she covered him as best as she could then slid the knife from the 
sheath at her waist. His eyes widened as they settled on the gleaming blade and he 
whimpered deep in his throat. Realizing what he thought Scully shook her head.
"I'm not going to hurt you." 
Taking the blade she walked to the end of the alter slicing through the cord that bound 
his ankles. Then she pulled the gag from his mouth letting the material settle around 
his convulsing throat. 
"Please...," he whimpered, "please don't..don't..."  
"Don't what Mulder?"
His eyes widened as they focused beyond her shoulder.
"Help me Kristen!" Mulder screamed.
Before Scully could react she felt her body being tossed through the air. As her head
connected with the rough rock of the wall stars exploded behind her eyes. Limp she 
slid down the wall finally letting the darkness engulf her.

"Scully!"
 Langley had heard her cry through the headset mere seconds after she entered
the church. Desperately he tried to raise the others on their radios, but only static
answered.
"Dammit where the hell are they? Frohike! Byers! Skinner!"
"Relax Langley. They won't hear you."
He turned to the young woman next to him. Her violet eyes seemed to glow with some
inner light causing him to choke out a tiny squeak.
"Hawthorne?" he whispered.
"Sleep child...," she whispered as her hand splayed across his chest. A soft light began
to spread across his shirt as his eyes widened then drooped. "This ia a battle they alone
must fight...a war that he must win."

Sandpaper.
Her tongue felt like sandpaper, Scully thought, as the throbbing began to ease behind 
her eyelids. Fighting the desire to vomit she forced her eyes open.
Kristen stood over her eyes filled with disgust.
"Mulder...," she groaned
"He no longer exists...the man you knew has divested himself of this life. Soon he will be
the Father...the mate promised to me by the dark ones." Her voice was soft hypnotic.
"No....Mulder's not what you think..he needs..I need..," she struggled with the cord
that bound her wrists.
"Angel come to me," Kristen turned away as she spoke. Eyes flickering with emerald
fire she held her hand out to the figure that stepped from the shadows.
Scully choked back a sob as she took in the man who stood before her. No longer 
was he the frightened man who she had seen mere moments...or was it hours ago?
"Lilith my dark lady," his voice was soft with desire as he knelt before the demoness
who smiled. Mulder's hair now flowed down his shoulders, his soft hazel eyes were an
eerie emerald that seemed to glow with an inner power.
"No...please Mulder...no," she whispered tears welling in her eyes.
Standing he moved to her side his lips curled in a dark leer. His fingers cold like ice
swiped at her tears.
"You will pay..," he whispered, "you will pay for what you did to me."
"What I did to you? Jesus Christ...Mulder hear me please..I did nothing to you. She's the
one. The one who beat you..Mulder she took you from me. She raped your body...your
mind! Can't you remember?!" 
"Remember!!" he roared. "Yes, I fucking remember! You took me from Kristen..you and
that man beat me! You fucking marked me!" He ripped open the front of the shirt he
wore in anger.
Scully turned away at the sight of the scar. What could she say? They had marked him,
but it was Kristen's...Lilith's...whatever her name was..her evil was what had ultimately 
hurt him.
"Yes, we did mark you, but only because she had already tainted you with her evil. I'm 
so damn sorry Mulder."
"Quit calling me that!" he screamed.

Her power was complete over him, she thougth. Only one thing remained the death of
the mortal woman, then he would be hers...for eternity.
"Take it my love." Lilith held out the instrument of Scully's death to her lover.
Mulder's hands shook as he took the sword. 
"It is the Avenger born from the fires of heaven and forged by the hands of hell. Only
it's blade may avenge you against her and her kind."

He studied the sword that lay in his hands it's jagged edge gleaming in the candle-
light. It's handle an image of the angel of death, face shadowed by his hood, his wings
folded up to form the pommel. The edge of the pommel just as sharp as the blade
itself. It's handguard formed of two other delicate forms on horse back.
"How do I kill her?" he whispered.
"You slit her throat then pierce her heart as you drink," Lilith's lips peeled back to 
reveal razor sharp teeth.

Scully resolved herself to death. 
This wasn't the first nor would it be the last time she had faced down the dark angel. She
just never expected Mulder to be the one to end her life. She spared a thought for her
comrades and how Lilith had managed to stop them. Were they dead? Would they
welcome her on the otherside?
"I tried God," she whispered. "How could I stop this? I'm only one woman?"
She was jerked from her thoughts as Mulder approached, a gleaming silver blade in
his hands. In his eyes she saw no recognition, no hope...nothing...just hollow empty
wells of emerald.
"You don't have to do this." Her voice quivered as he lay the blade along her throat.
"Yes, I do." Mulder's eyes widened as he stroked her hair back from her face. "You
took from me...you tried to destroy me...Lilith would never lie to me. She loves me."
"She's done nothing, but lie to you. Forgive me Mulder for losing you."
She closed her eyes and waited for the deathblow. The Lord's prayer rose to her
lips as she felt the icy blade lift from her skin.
"I love you Mulder," she cried softly.

He paused at the words of the woman.
Something twisted deep in his gut as he lifted the sword above his head. With this
blood he would avenge himself and join his lover in eternity. Then there would be no
more pain only love.......
Love.
The woman said she loved him. How could a monster love?
*She's no monster Fox*
The voice seemed to reach out from deep within his mind.
"No..," he whispered.
*Yes Fox..she loves you..fight Lilith. Don't do this*

Lilith rejoiced as Mulder lifted the sword. Soon the prophecy would come to pass and
her path to revenge would be complete.
"I win...I serve no one!" she screamed to the heavens.

When the blade didn't fall Scully opened her eyes to see the confusion on Mulder's
pale face. Tears began to well in his eyes and he mouthed two words.
Forgive me.

"Lover what is it? Why do you hesitate?" Lilith questioned the man who had been her
conquest.
*He knows demoness. Dark lady*
Kristen's voice whispered in her mind as time seemed to slow.
Suddenly Mulder turned moving his arm backwards he thrust the pommel of the sword
into Lilith's heart. Eyes wide she snarled with an animal voice as an icy wind began
to swirl through the sanctuary.
"YOU WILL PAY FOR THAT LOVER!!!" she howled in anger.
Emerald fire rolled up the blade burning Mulder's hands as she tore the sword from 
his grip. Her eyes flashed with the same fire as her voice roared through the cold
stone walls.
"UNGRATEFUL LITTLE BASTARD!!!!"
Mulder turned his head, his eyes meeting Scully's for just a split second. Then tendrils
of green flame wove around his arms lifting him from the ground and tossing him across
the room.

For that moment Mulder's mind had cleared and he witnessed the truth. Lilith..Kristen
whoever she was had taken him and destroyed him. Now that same darkness wanted 
him to kill Scully and he couldn't. Even as he did it he knew he would die, but at least 
she would be safe.
When he slammed into the wall he felt his spine crack...his legs go numb. God please
he thought, let me die quickly. Lifting his eyes he whimpered as he saw Lilith pull the
sword from her chest and drawn it back. With one swift motion she sent the blade
flying across the room.
Pain blossomed across Mulder's chest as the blade pierced his lung and imbeded
in the wall behind him. Pinning him to the damp stone like a helpless butterfly. He
screamed until the air rushed from his lungs.

"MULDER!!!!" Scully screamed. Twisting she tore at the ropes that held her wrists
until blood began to run down her arms. Finally she worked one arm lose and reached
for the knife at her waist. 
Hands shaking she sliced through the rope, swung her legs over the edge of the alter
and rushed across the room. 
"Oh, God please...Mulder talk to me!"
"Get away Scully..please go now," he ripped the blade from his chest as Lilith slapped
Scully away. Tears ran down his face as he used the last of his strength to pull the 
sword back and swing.
Confusion passed through Lilith's fiery eyes, then her head fell back seperating from
her body. Emerald fire spewed from the ragged stump of her neck and the howls of
a thousand burning angels tore through the chapel. Through flying debris Scully pulled
herself along the floor trying to reach Mulder's still form. As her fingers touched his
an explosion of brilliant light blinded her and everything went silent.

One by one the others awoke from the demons illusions. Lost and confused they 
wandered towards the church drawn by the sound of howling. Skinner had heard a
similar sound in 'Nam when innocent civilians were burned alive and he feared that
he would never see Mulder or Scully again.

Mulder stood staring down at his own body, tears in his eyes. He could hear Scully's
voice filled with such pain as she pleaded for him to hold on. There was no pain, no
suffering here in this place just the light warm and gentle washing over his body.
"Fox?"
He turned looking into Kristen Kilar's rich coffee eyes.
"Kristen? Where are we?"
"Limbo...the waiting place...I don't know."
"Are we dead?"
"Yes, but you can still go back. Scully loves you...I could only dream of someone who 
loved me that much. Go back to her Fox...go now before they come for us."
"Who?"
"The beings of light or darkness...whichever we deserve."
He turned back only to see his world begin to fade and shift. Then he was sitting in a boat
a thin cord of light holding him to a dock. On the dock were Scully, Skinner, and the
Gunman. He could hear Skinner now speaking...his voice soft.
"Let him go Dana...there's nothing we can do..he's gone."
"I can't...I won't...maybe it's selfish, but I love him, sir."
"Do you want to go back?"
Mulder looked up into a pair of pale violet eyes. The young woman took his hand in
her own. Somehow he knew she was an angel and that she could take him back.
"Yes...," he whispered.
Smiling she took his hand and led him towards the dock. 

TWO WEEKS LATER

Dana pushed the door open gently hoping not to wake the man sleeping in the 
bed. Stepping in she moved across the floor as quietly as possible setting the 
vase of white roses on the nightstand.
"It's okay...I'm awake."
She smiled as a pair of warm hazel eyes flickered open.
Pulling a chair close to the bed she folded her fingers through Mulder's bandaged ones 
careful not to dislodge the IV needle. At least she thought his skin wasn't as pale as 
it had been.
"Are they taking good care of you?"
"Yeah. I suppose, but what I wouldn't do for a thick, juicy cheeseburger."
"Soon...," she whispered.
"Their beautiful."
"What?" Scully lifted her eyes meeting his a flush dancing across her cheeks.
"The roses...your eyes..," Mulder smiled gently as she reached out brushing a strand
of dark hair from his face.
"Are you flirting with me Agent Mulder?"
"Well I don't know....do you want me to?"
She smiled running her thumb over his bruised lip thinking of how close she had come
to losing him. Her eyes filled with tears as he smiled at her. She knew his back had 
been broken, his lung shredded by the sword's blade. In all honesty Fox Mulder should
have been dead, but as he took his last breath a miracle had occured.
An angel.
The woman they had known as Hawthorne. She had told Scully that the prophecy was
a complex war between light and dark. That she and Mulder were soldiers in a war
they had little hope of winning. As she wept over his dying body she had been ask a
question. 
Do you love him?
There had been no other answer than the one she gave. With wonder she had watched 
as Hawthorne had began to heal him with but a touch. His healing had been just 
enough to allow him to survive the trip to the hospital. The rest had been left up to him 
and Scully had never left his side in two weeks.
"I love you Mulder..I hope you know that," she drew his fingers to her lips in a soft 
kiss. "I think you need to get some rest." She left a smile on her lips.

Mulder watched as Scully walked away leaving him alone with his thoughts. He didn't
rember much of the last month, but he knew that something horrifying as well as 
miraculous had occured. She had seemed relieved he didn't remember, he hadn't
ask why. 
As the last rays of the late afternoon sun died he closed his eyes in exaustion. There
had been a strange result of his ordeal one he couldn't explain. From somewhere in the 
shadows he thought he heard a voice.
Sitting up he moaned softly at the ache in his ribs. Pressing the call he nervously waited
for the nurse. When she entered he sighed in relief.
"Nightlight Mr. Mulder?" she ask.
"Please..if you don't mind..," he relaxed after she turned on the light.
"Anything else sir?"
"No. Thanks though."
Settling back he let sleep claim him. As the shadows deepened the soft whisper of
voices filled the night and a flash of emerald glinted in the corner.
"Annngggeeellll......"

THE END?
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