Subject: NEW: Bad Blood by Kyselyea Classification: MSR, you really could just chalk it up to vampire horniness. Curious yet? Rating: Strong R Spoilers: If you haven't seen Bad Blood, don't even try. Author's Note: Well, the gang over in Vancouver left that night in Bad Blood wide open. So, I filled it in. This isn't what I think really happened, but it sure as Hell is interesting. To me anyway. You must have seen Bad Blood to understand this story. You should be able to figure out when it takes place. It is a "in the episode story, almost post". But, this is my creation. Please tell me what you think. This was just randomness, so don't judge too hard. My e-mail is kyselyea@hotmail.com drop me a line! Enjoy! Disclaimer: Not mine CC, 1013, Fox No infringement No profit No sue All good Mulder began to panic when the crowd continued to advance on him. His garlic bread cross was not helping at all. He was afraid of what would happen if they bit him. He hadn't changed in so long. He finally had it under control. He didn't want to start the cycles again. The crowd moved in faster and surrounded him. He screamed and curled into a ball on the ground. He tried to cover any exposed skin, but it wasn't long before he felt the first stinging bite, and his blood nearly doubled in temperature. He felt it burn in his eyes and prayed he would be able to control it. Rhonda Petermen saw them first. The glowing eyes. Not the bright green of her own people, but a deep, penetrating black. A black that pierced through her demon, and into the very quivering remains of her human soul. She screamed and backed away from the man. Man?! This was no man. This was a being she had only heard about in legends. The kind not even the humans knew about. She screamed her warnings to the people around her. Eventually they all saw his eyes. They scattered off him quickly. He slowly stood up and didn't try to hide his eyes. They bored right into Rhonda. She felt the temperature in her body rise. Steadily, steadily...and then Rhonda screamed as her own boiling blood scalded her from the inside. Ronnie Strickland watched as Rhonda's skin burst open from the boiling heat inside. Her blood sizzled as it hit the cool pavement. Ronnie had finally been able to break out of the coffin, now he wished he had stayed inside. To think, he had come inches from biting the demon's neck, and having the same fate brought to him. He wondered why this being had not been able to recognize his own kind. Granted, they were a different species, but why couldn't he smell them to be vampires at the very least. Ronnie didn't expect to be able to feel this being. They could hide themselves completely inside their mortal bodies, but they would be able to sense him, the sheriff, and the rest of the RV park. Ronnie watched the black-eyed man run his gaze over them all. Ronnie wondered who would be next. Mulder glared at the crowd in front of him. The stench of their vampirism so sharp and clear in his nostrils. He wished he had allowed his guard to drop this one time. Then he and Scully never would have been put in the positions they had been. Scully. God, he had forgotten about her. Then he smelled the distinct odor of lust. A vampire's lust. The sheriff with Scully. His eyes glowed brighter at the thought of what he could be doing to her. Poor Scully, who didn't even believe in the creature stealing her life. Mulder glared out again at the terrified people. "Don't move a muscle," he snarled. He turned and ran toward the cemetery. He knew that when he returned to the RV park, they would all be in the exact position he had left them. Mulder was at the cemetery within ten minutes. With his heightened senses came heightened physical attributes. He saw the sheriff's jeep and tore the door off the hinges. Sheriff Hartwell hissed as he turned to see who had interrupted him. He froze at the sight of the black eyes glowing at him, from Agent Mulder's face?! Mulder grabbed the young vampire and pulled him out of the car. He gave a flick of his wrist and then heard the snapping of every vertebrae down the sheriff's spine. Mulder smiled as the last one popped. He let the man fall to the ground. He could hear the gasping from the man. His people would put him out of misery later, but he sure as Hell wasn't going to. Mulder turned back to the car and saw Scully, half-conscious from the knock-out drops. Then he saw the moon falling on her chest. Her shirt was unbuttoned. The clasp on the front of her bra undone. The fabrics had been pushed away from her breasts. The light reflected off them, making them appear translucent. Mulder knew there was no way he could try to subdue the creature within him. He felt his body walking forward of its own accord. He saw his hands touch the tops of her breasts lightly. A touch she wouldn't have even felt if she were fully conscious. Mulder allowed his hands to squeeze them lightly. He felt more than heard her groan as her head fell back and exposed her neck. Mulder was on her in an instant. He kissed her hard on the lips and forced his tongue into her mouth. He felt her respond and raise her arms to hold him. Mulder tore his lips away from her began to kiss his way down her neck, across her clavicle, and then onto the top of her breast. He couldn't hold out any longer. He let his teeth sink into her. She moaned loudly and held his head to her. A little known fact, or maybe widely known, but being bitten by a vampire of any kind is the most erotic feeling a human being could ever experience. Mulder chose a spot on her breast, but close to her heart. The blood flowing into his mouth was oxygenated. Alive. It tasted sweet. He always knew Scully would be sweet. Like drinking a syrup. As an aftertaste, he could taste the bitter, metallic flavor all blood has. It only blended with the sweetness of her and made the drinking more enjoyable. Mulder gave a slight push on her left knee with his elbow. Scully let her legs fall open and Mulder settled between them. He desperately pulled her pants off as her blood filled his mouth and his senses. He wouldn't be able to hold out in other ways if he didn't hurry. He felt Scully pulling at his pants. She had them unzipped and began to push them down. This surprised him enough to pull his mouth off her. She groaned at the loss and stared up into his eyes. What Mulder saw scared him to death. She knew exactly what was going on and exactly what she was doing. Mulder took in deep breaths and allowed her to pull his jeans and boxers off his hips. As he stared into her eyes, he realized, she was seeing the black pits of his own. He slowly changed them back to his own color, only they almost were just as dark with his desire for her. She seemed to visibly relax at the familiarity of his eyes, and reached up to kiss his lips as she guided his hand to her panties. Mulder took over from there and felt the wetness at the crotch of her underwear. He growled and pulled them off, allowing his fingers to slip inside the silky warmth. She jumped as his thumb brushed her clitoris. She pulled her lips from his and gasped, "Now." It wasn't a begging cry, but permission. Mulder felt his lips against her neck and bit deep into her, draining her blood. He had perfectly hit her jugular. This blood didn't taste as good as the oxygenated blood, but all of her tasted sweet and metallic. He positioned himself over her. He had to hurry, he wouldn't be able to stop drinking from her until he came. He plunged deep into her on the first penetration. She screamed his name and raked her nails down his back. Mulder pulled out so that only the head was still inside her, then he plunged back into her. This time she wrapped her legs around his waist which prohibited him from moving very far out of her, but it didn't matter. He rubbed his thumb over her clitoris incessantly as pushed into her with short, quick thrusts. She came almost immediately and clenched down on him. He felt the hot, slick wetness of her squeeze him tight. He let go of his control and let himself pump into her. He finally felt the end of his splintering orgasm. He pulled his teeth from her neck and bit down on his tongue. The blood ran from his mouth onto the wound at her neck and the holes closed instantly. As expected, from the blood loss and the very act of being with him, Scully drifted into a peaceful sleep. He knew she would be out for a few hours. Until sunrise at least. He sat up and pulled her bra back around her breasts. He saw where his first bite still glistened from his saliva on the top of her soft flesh. He thought about bleeding onto it, but he couldn't. He felt like he had marked her as his own. He had claimed Dana Scully, and he was leaving the evidence. She would have no recollection of this the next morning. It was just as well. Mulder sighed and buttoned up her shirt. He reluctantly pulled himself out of her body and dressed her lower half. Mulder pulled his own boxers and jeans up as well. He turned and saw the sheriff on the ground. It looked like he was writhing in pain. Good. Mulder unbuttoned Hartwell's jacket and pulled it roughly off his body. Gurgling sounds of shear agony came from his throat. Mulder smiled, and felt the glow return to his eyes. Mulder turned back to his lover of one night and picked her up carefully out of the car. He put the jacket on her to make sure she stayed warm and carried her to through the cemetery gates. She was blissfully unaware of anything. Mulder laid her gently on the ground and brushed some hair off her face. He lingered for just a moment. He didn't want to leave her by herself, but he had to. Mulder returned to the jeep and threw the broken body of the sloppy vampire into the car. Mulder turned to keys and the motor roared to life. He drove slowly back to the RV camp. They were all sloppy. It was good someone had been able to teach them a lesson. He grimaced at the thought of his enjoyment at the bubbling body of the dead woman. There definitely was a down-side to the vampire thing. Especially if you had a conscience. Mulder pulled onto the RV grounds and found the others exactly as he left them. Still as statues, not moving a muscle. He smiled. It was fun to be in charge every once and awhile. He stepped out of the car and said one clear, concise word, "Leave." The people scattered and began to pile into campers. One jumped into the jeep Mulder had recently vacated and within minutes all traces of them were gone. Mulder found their rented Taurus and drove it to the side of the lot. He climbed in and settled down in the front seats. He poked his feet out the open window. Then he caught a glimpse of his shoelaces. Nice and neat little knots. Mulder pushed the vampire urges down inside him. He could control them. I don't need to untie those knots. They're fine. He chanted this over and over again. Scully awoke in the cemetery and slowly began to walk back to town. She reached the RV park around mid-morning and saw the lot completely empty. The red Taurus caught her attention and she walked over to it. She saw Mulder slowly wake up. She said his name once and watched his eyes focus on her. Mulder sat up and turned to check for bites on his neck, for show really. The honking of the horn actually startle him and he got out of the car feeling silly. Mulder examined Scully's neck briefly to make sure the wound had healed completely. It had. Mulder looked at the empty RV lot and said dryly, "Looks like they pulled up stakes." Mulder heard Scully's soft voice call his name. He turned around and looked at her, noticed her look down, and followed her gaze. He saw his shoelaces were undone. He felt disgusted with himself. Mulder bent down to tie his shoes. End.