Title: Floaters (1 of 3 parts) Author: Angel Brown Editor: Trollman Email: angelbrown99@hotmail.com Rating: Extreme NC-17 for violence and sex Summary: Scully and Mulder are called in to investigate a series of bizarre murders. This tale is extremely macabre. Spoilers: small references to Never Again, Fire, 3, Millenium, Amor Fati Disclaimer: Scully, Mulder, Skinner, and Fowley all belong to the genius, Chris Carter and Fox Broadcasting. I am just borrowing them for my own amusement (and hopefully, yours). All other characters come form my own sick mind. Acknowledgements: Thank you to The Zookeeper and Trollman for all their inspiration, patience, and friendship. A very special thank you to Todd for taking me to Outland to conduct research and putting up with my X-Files obsession over the years! Feedback: always welcome, good or bad. Come on, Zoolets, ya gotta love this one! XxXx Friday, March 31,2000 Christine liked the feel of the cool night wind in her long blonde hair. She enjoyed the deliciously wicked sensation of her braless erect nipples rubbing against the back of Vinnie's leather jacket as she rode through the darkness on the back of his Harley. The cotton fabric of her tank top was cool and crisp enhanced the erotic feeling of her jiggling breasts. She wrapped her arms tighter around Vinnie's waist. His abdomen was smooth and muscular, devoid of hair. Her hand snaked down to rub his groin and he immediately sprouted an erection. Excited by his arousal, she spread her legs further and ground her crotch against the back of his black leather pants, stimulating her swollen clit on the seam of her spandex Capri's. She had never felt so free and sensual, but then, she had never been with anyone like Vinnie before. They met two weeks ago at Villa Nova, an after hours Goth bar. Her best friend Caroline had finally talked her into going. She was reluctant because Caroline was into so many weird, kinky things; first it was "D&D" when they were kids, then "Magic: The Gathering", now it was Goth bars and S&M. She was surprised to find Villa Nova to be such a nice classy place. It wasn't what she expected. She thought it would be all black, dirty and smelling of stale beer and urine like some of the places Caroline had dragged her to when they were still in high school. But Villa Nova was great; flocked velvet wallpaper, heavy brass sconces, private rooms with leather couches, real class. Christine was sitting with Caroline at the non-smoking bar when she noticed Vinnie come in. He made quite an entrance with his long Howard Stern hair, floor length leather duster, black jeans, silver tipped black cowboy boots, and bare chest. His body was amazing, perfect, just the right amount of muscle under taught pale white skin. His bright pink nipples were pierced with silver rings connected by a silver chain. His pierced navel sported a barbell with a skull on the bottom end. He noticed Christine immediately and sauntered over to meet her. She was shocked when he took off his tinted glasses revealing red eyes. Caroline introduced them. He kissed the back of her hand, her palm, and then sucked her index finger causing her to cream her panties. She had never been greeted so brazenly before. Vinnie was sexual dynamite and she wanted him to make her explode. They quickly adjourned to one of the private rooms. Vinnie had her down on the leather couch within minutes of his sensual hello. His mouth was exquisite, working over her body as no one else had ever done before. She orgasmed as he sucked her nipples. His tongue lathed over her entire body, dipping into every crevice including her asshole. He was great! A Master! When he finally settled his mouth onto her aching clit, she wailed and weeped like a banshee. He sucked her so hard he drew blood, but that didn't matter, the sex was so good. When he finished with her, she lay back on the couch in a limp exhausted motionless heap. Vinnie then did a curious thing, he bit his own wrist making himself bleed and then he squeezed the crimson droplets into her open mouth. It didn't taste bad. He commanded, ''Suck me, Baby, '' and she clamped her mouth down on his wrist and sucked his blood. As she was doing this, he bent down and bit her neck, penetrating her skin and drawing on her blood. That was the last thing she remembered until Caroline shook her awake to take her home. Her friend gushed on and on about how lucky she was that Vinnie wanted her. Every girl in The Villa wanted to be with Vinnie, and all the guys wanted to be Vinnie. He was the ultimate Gothic stud. Very mysterious and extremely sexy. The only bad thing about him was he didn't stay with one girl too long. A chic named Mystic was the only girl he ever saw with any regularity and he treated her more like his kid sister than a lover. Vincent Petrovich was into gaining conquests. Christine didn't mind being a notch on Vinnie's bedpost because the sex was incredible. He didn't even try to fuck her or ask her for head; he just wanted to pleasure her. And that kinky blood thing was a real turn on. She definitely planned on going back for more. And now, here she was, on the back of his bike being whisked away to his place for what she hoped would be the fuck of a lifetime! They pulled up in front of what appeared to be an abandoned warehouse along the shipyards. Vinnie graciously took her hand and helped her dismount. Christine couldn't help throwing her arms around him for a passionate embrace in the moonlight. ''Fuck me on the back of the bike,'' she pleaded as she began sliding off her black spandex Capri's. ''Hey, Little Girl, slow down,'' he said holding her at arms length. ''I want you so bad. You're all I think about,'' she admitted. ''That's good, Baby, I think about you too.'' She grinned. ''You do?'' He put his arm around her, ushering the unsuspecting blond toward the building. ''Of course, I do,'' he reassured her with a sly grin. The warehouse was just that; an abandoned, unfurnished building. Not at all what Christine was expecting. She thought she would be entering someplace with a cool loft apartment, soft cushy furniture, and a waterbed. This dump had none of that! This couldn't be where Vinnie lived. ''What are we doing here?'' she inquired. ''We're here for a little dinner.'' ''I don't like it here. I want to go home,'' she whined. ''We are home, Christine. Welcome to my nightmare!'' He laughed as he caught her wrist when she started to run. She struggled but her feminine strength was no match for his ripped muscularity. He backed her into a wall and shackled her wrists and ankles to the heavy chains secured in the concrete blocks. He fastened a large spiked leather collar to her neck, attached a heavy chain leash to it and jerked her face forward. Tears streamed down the young girl's face. He viscously bit into her neck just below her jawline. She writhed beneath him, but could not break free. When he bored of this activity, he stepped back, pulled out a large knife from his boot and slit her tanktop open exposing her ample breasts. He then attached his mouth around a coral colored nipple, his fangs penetrating the tender skin of her areola. Her head fell back in ecstasy. Vinnie may be a kinky bastard but he knew how to please a woman! She arched her pelvis. He knew what she wanted and stuck his knee between her legs; she rode him to orgasm while he suckled her. ''That's my girl, that's my Christine,'' he crooned to her with blood stained lips when she finished. ''Fuck me, Vinnie, fuck me now!'' she begged. ''You want it? You want my cock?'' ''Yes!'' He took off the leather duster, kicked off his boots and slithered out of his leather pants. He stood naked before her, hairless as a newborn. His uncircumcised penis was adorned with a Prince Albert and three rungs of a Jacob's Ladder. She definitely wanted to fuck him. He ripped at her Capri's, leaving them in shreds around her ankles. She wore no underwear this time. ''You shaved for me,'' he commented admiringly. He stuck his finger between her legs to feel her wet, slippery folds. She shuddered at his touch. He knelt before her and nipped at her abdomen, leaving little droplets of blood with each tiny bite. She spread her legs wide as his face neared her hot, sticky cunt. He chewed at her pussy lips producing rivulets of blood that dripped all over his face. He stepped back, placed his palm between her thighs to collect the blood. He then, placed his erection in his cupped hand and jerked himself, coating his cock with the crimson fluid. Christine was fascinated at the sight. ''Fuck me, please. Please, Vinnie,'' she cried. ''Oh, yeah, I'm gonna fuck you, Bitch. I'm gonna fuck you now!'' he said as he rammed his tool into her bleeding hole. He rocked her hard, slamming her back against the rough concrete wall, lacerating her skin. He clamped his mouth down on her artery just below the collar, sucking out her life's blood as he ejaculated inside her. Whimpers of sexual delight were the last sounds she ever made. XxXx Tuesday, April 4, 2000 Hampstead Harbor The air was frigid on this gray, April morning. Special Agent Dana Scully gingerly made her way through the muck to the edge of the harbor. She and her partner, Fox Mulder, had been called in to investigate a series of bizarre murders in New York. Greenish gray mud oozed over her boots and splashed onto her pants legs. When the NYPD said they didn't touch a thing, they didn't touch a thing. They left the body in the water; the crime scene undisturbed. She wasn't sure if she should commend them or despise them for making her tramp through the mire to look at the body. Floaters were the worst; the familiar offensive stench still assailed her nostrils after all these years. A cursory inspection determined the victim was female with lacerations across her back and buttocks. Scully pulled a digital camera from her trench coat pocket and took a few photos. She put the camera away and snapped on her latex gloves to roll the body over. The bloated corpse sank slightly, then bobbed back up as putrid smelling gas escaped from the mouth and nose. The victim was young, probably pretty before the water distorted her features. She carefully pushed the girl's long blonde hair back revealing symmetrical puncture wounds on her throat, breasts, and belly. Her wrists and ankles were rubbed raw, most likely from being shackled. She took a few anterior pictures, then motioned for the boys in blue to retrieve the body. She made her way back up the soggy bank to join her partner. "Whadda ya think, Scully?" he asked upon her arrival. "I think this body is just like the other five they've already found." "Vampire bites?" he inquired eagerly. "Puncture wounds," she responded flatly. "That's what I said." "No, it's not. Puncture wounds do not mean Vampires to most NORMAL people." She gave him her best arched eyebrow stare. He smiled boyishly. "Scully, are you insinuating that I am NOT normal?" She tussled his hair like a child's, smiling indulgently. "Oh, Mulder, I would NEVER insinuate you are not normal." He placed his hand at the small of her back as they walked to their rented silver Taurus. XxXx The Portman Hotel Scully's room 6:30 PM The rain beat down softly in a slow steady rhythm against the windowpanes. The room was gray and gloomy even with all the lights turned on. The redhead lay on the bed with her legs crossed and kicking in the air as she read over the case file; she was still fully clothed. Her partner sat at the circular table by the window, his tie loosened and the two top buttons of his white shirt unbuttoned, staring at photos of the victims, trying to develop a profile of the perpetrator in his mind. She pulled off her glasses, rolled over onto her back, announcing, ''I'm hungry, Mulder.'' The tall man stretched out his legs and threw the photographs down on the table. ''Me too. Pizza, Scully?'' She wrinkled her nose in distaste. ''I'm so tired of pizza; it seems like that's all we ever eat when we're on a case. It's not healthy.'' ''Pizza is very healthy. You have your bread group, your meat group, your dairy, and vegetables. See, healthy.'' He smiled victoriously. She sat up and stretched her shoulders. ''I'm not in the mood to argue with you, Mulder. I'm just not eating pizza tonight. You can do what you want.'' She got off the bed, slipped on her shoes, and headed for the door. He jumped up. ''Hey, hey, all right. I don't have to eat pizza. We'll go wherever you want to go.'' XxXx The young man sat naked and freezing tied to a chair in his basement prison. How long had he been here? Days? A week? Didn't anyone miss him? Weren't his parents looking for him? He tried rocking his chair back against the brick wall; maybe he could break it and free himself. No luck. Why should this time be any different than the other hundred times he tried? He'd die here. He knew it. He'd either die from malnutrition or bleed to death. Wait! He heard a sound upstairs; maybe someone was coming to rescue him! He tried making noise so they could hear him. The basement door opened. Footsteps on the stairs! ''You excited to see me? Huh, Luv?'' crooned a feminine voice with a fake British accent. The blood-sucking bitch was back! He couldn't see her, but he could smell her. She stank of rotting meat and BO. She came closer and stroked his cheek. He jerked at her touch. ''Aw, you don't want Mystic to touch you?'' she cooed. Her hands clamped down on either side of his face. ''Well, that's too fucking bad!'' she screamed, ''Mystic's going to touch you, Mystic's going to fuck you, Mystic's going to feed off you, and then, throw your worthless arse in Boston Harbor!'' He rocked furiously in his chair trying to escape her touch. His tormentor took a heavy rope and secured him and the chair to the dead, cold furnace. ''There, Luv, that'll keep you still for awhile. Now, let's see what you've got for me.'' She reached down and stroked his semi-erect penis. How could his own body betray him like this? How could his dick want the attentions of this monster? It seemed 'Woody' had a mind of his own! She placed her mouth around his cock and sucked him until he was rock hard. Then, she wrapped a cord around the base and his balls, forcing him to remain stiff. She straddled the chair and quickly impaled her cunt with his rod. ''Yessss.....that's my Luv.....ahhhh,'' she rode him in a steady rhythm, raking her long fingernails into the skin of his back. He felt her sickening breath on his chest, and then, the painful, yet exquisite, feel of her fangs clamping down his nipple. She was nursing from him, sucking his blood as she force fucked him. Raped him. The cord cut painfully into his scrotum, yet, his dick remained hard, a live dildo for this bloodsucker. And the worst part.....after all this time.....he was beginning to like it.....get off on it. What would his girlfriend, Sarah, say if she knew? Sarah, the blond haired, blue eyed angel, smelling of baby powder, who rocked his world just by letting him cop a feel. He knew she'd never even speak to him again if she found out. She told him not to hang with those Goth weirdoes he met at the mall. She said they looked dangerous. He told her to stop being a snob; you shouldn't judge a book by its cover. He should have listened to her. Should have stayed clear of Mystic with her short black hair and red 'devil's eye' contacts. But he was intrigued by her looks, her sexy British accent, and the promise of a real lay. She said she would fuck him if he played her game. Well, she kept her word. She fucked him over and over again until it hurt. She drank his blood until he passed out. And this time, he knew she was really going to kill him. XxXx Lei's Japanese Steakhouse 7:30 PM ''I must admit, Scully, I do like the California Roll. Who would have thought raw fish would taste good?'' She rolled her eyes. ''I love Sushi. I discovered it in med. school. We eat out so much; you really need to broaden your culinary repertoire.'' ''I guess I'm just a meat and potatoes guy.'' ''Make that burger and fries kind of guy,'' she laughed. ''Ouch! Touché!'' The ringing of a cell phone interrupted their lighthearted banter. ''Scully!'' the woman answered brusquely. Concern spread across her pretty features. ''I understand. We'll be right on it.'' She flipped the phone closed and looked at Mulder. ''There's been another one.'' He looked shocked. ''So soon?'' ''Yeah. I know. Come on, let's get out of here.'' She motioned for the waiter to bring the check. XxXx Manhasset Bay 7:55 PM They made their way carefully down the pier. The wood was slippery in the drenching rain. They held onto one another for support, Mulder protectively shielding his partner from the rain with one arm and holding a big black umbrella in the other. They joined the two uniformed police officers standing at the edge of the pier, looking down into the murky depths at another dead body. The floater shimmered a silvery gray in the moonlight. It did not smell putrid, yet. ''It's a fresh one,'' announced one of the cops. ''It's a man!'' Scully exclaimed in surprise. ''Yeah?'' the other cop inquired stupidly. ''Yes,'' the woman stated matter of factly. ''This is not our perp.'' ''Hey, don't be so sure, Lady. Look at the marks on the back. Those look like lashes to me. And don't those look like bite marks to you?'' he asked pointing down at the victims neck. Mulder bent down for a closer look. ''I think he's right, Scully. Those do look very similar to the puncture wounds on the other victims.'' ''Well, I'm not going to haul the body up myself and examine it right here in the middle of the pouring rain.'' She looked at the officers. ''Have your people get this corpse into the morgue and I'll autopsy it in the morning,''she commanded. The female agent turned and headed back to the car. Her partner followed close on her heels. ''Hey, Scully, what's up with you?'' ''I just had one of the nicest meals I've ever eaten on the Bureau's tab interrupted by a crime that has nothing to do with our case; that's what! I mean, it's a man floating out there in the water. Our victims are female. No wonder they had to call us in on this one- the local PD are bungling the whole investigation!'' ''Scully, with the exception of the victim's gender, I think it does fit our case. The marks across the back and buttocks, the wounds on the neck..... don't you want to get a closer look at the body?'' ''Not tonight! I told you, I'd do an autopsy in the morning. Right now, I'm going back to the hotel, take a bubble bath, see what's on HBO, and go to bed.'' ''God, you're grouchy.'' ''Bite me, Mulder!'' XxXx Wednesday, April 5, 2000 8:30 AM County Morgue The FBI agent donned her scrubs and white coat in preparation for the morning's autopsy. The body was laid out on a steel table awaiting her. She wasn't exactly angry, but she certainly wasn't happy about doing the post mortem for the local PD on a victim that did not fit the profile for her case. She began measuring the puncture wounds; each set was 2cm apart and 1cm deep. There were no whipping marks; only superficial scratches on the back; most likely made from fingernails during a moment of passion. However, there were rope marks around the back, chest and legs indicating the victim may have been tied to a chair for quite some time. The man's penis was bruised at the base, almost as if it had been tied off to maintain an erection. The water from the harbor had washed away any traces of semen or female body fluids. There were no signs of penetration, so he had not been raped like the female victims. Yet there remained one similarity to the previous victims, this man's blood had been drained completely. She completed the examination and went to the locker room to change her clothes. Her partner was waiting at the door when she finished. He looked at her inquisitively, ''What did you find out, Scully?'' ''Good morning, Scully. How are you, Scully? Did you sleep well, Scully? Mulder, must you always be so wrapped up in a case? Can't you ever exchange pleasantries in the morning like most people?'' He cocked his head in confusion. ''I thought I was being pleasant.'' Her mouth formed a mocking half smile. ''Well, I guess for you, that's as close as it gets.'' He looked at her in anticipation. ''So?'' ''The perpetrator is definitely not the same. No shackle marks, no scourging, no penetration. Puncture wounds on this victim are 2cm apart, 1cm deep; puncture wounds on the other victims are 3-cm apart, 1.5 cm deep. I think we've got a copy cat killer on our hands. We need to check with the Chief Detective and see how many people know all of the details in this case.'' ''Good thinking, Scully, but you're wrong.'' ''How am I wrong?'' ''Well, I don't think anyone is leaking details on this case. I think we have two vampires here, one male and one female.'' ''There are no such things as vampires.'' ''Okay, then why do our victims have all of their blood drained?'' ''I think we need to check out vampire wannabes.'' He laughed, ''Vampire wannabes?'' Dana Scully smiled triumphantly, ''You know, Goth cults, people who pretend to be vampires.'' ''And just how do you propose we check these people out?'' ''Why, Mulder, I thought you'd never ask.....we go under cover as Goths and join them.'' She beamed radiantly. He looked worried, ''You're not serious. You're just saying this to get a rise out of me.'' ''No, I'm very serious. Let's go shopping!'' XxXx ''You stupid Cunt!'' Vinnie screamed as he slapped the adoring teenager. ''How could you do this?'' he threw the newspaper at her which contained the article entitled VAMPIRE KILLER SLAYS A MAN! The girl cowered against the wall with her arm raised to protect her face. ''I wanted to be like you.'' ''Like me?! You'll never be like me! You pathetic little cow!'' She slid down the wall sobbing, her heavy black mascara smearing into a harlequin mask from Hell. ''I love you, Vinnie. More than anything.'' He turned his back on her and rubbed his throbbing temples. Why did he ever create a child? He was doing just fine on his own. Pride. His own egocentrism demanded he leave a legacy. And now he was paying for his arrogance. Mystic, his fledgling vampire child, had killed a man. What was worse, he couldn't really fault her. The blame was his. He knew it must be hard being the child of a legendary vampire. So much to live up to. It would have been much simpler if he would have just had a sexual relationship with the girl. But, then, he would have had to kill her. It was inevitable; he always killed his lovers, draining their blood, taking a part of them into himself. He found himself falling in love with Mystic and he couldn't bring himself to dispose of her like one of the others. So, he incorporated her into the game. At first, it was just for the sex part; it was fun watching two girls get it on. Then, he started letting her drink blood with him. And finally, they were fucking and sucking each other's blood. That is how she became his full child; they almost completely drained each other of blood. They were ill for days afterward; just lying on the floor in his apartment, naked and covered with caking dried blood. The stench was awful. He had his place professionally cleaned as soon as he was feeling better. He couldn't stand the girl's crying any longer. Christ! She had done a good job, after all. The stupid bastards at the NYPD thought they were one and the same person. How could he stay mad her? All she wanted to do was be like her father and what child didn't want to do that? He walked over to her and gently stroked her short black hair. ''I'm sorry, Baby. Daddy loves you,'' and with that said, he held out his wrist in a gesture of apology. She looked up at him with soulful red eyes and smiled lovingly, then, grabbed his wrist and sucked greedily. Grateful that she was receiving a reward instead of a punishment. XxXx All That Jazz, Yonkers, NY Fox Mulder paced around the unique store while his partner tried on clothes in the ladies' dressing room. His eyes opened wide in disbelief as she emerged wearing a forest green crushed velvet skirt, black thigh high spike heeled boots, and a very low necked, thin white pirates blouse. The ruffles along the open neckline barely hid her protruding nipples. Her ever-present gold cross necklace nestled seductively between her cleavage. He swallowed hard. ''Scully?'' She smiled knowingly. ''Yeah, Mulder?'' The G-man was speechless. ''Ah.....ah.....wow. Scully, you .....look.....different.'' ''Thank you, Mulder. I'm supposed to look different. That's the general idea of going undercover.'' ''Yeah,'' Mulder shook his head in appreciative agreement. ''Now, it's your turn.'' ''You gonna make me wear a frilly little blouse too?'' he asked, the familiar sarcasm returning. ''Nah, I got somethin' else in mind for you.'' She led him by the necktie over to the kinkier section of the store. She pulled a pair of 34 tall, black leather pants off the rack and threw them at him. ''I think these will do nicely.'' She then reached for leather straps held together with a big metal circle and said, ''This'll work. You go in and put these on while I find some boots for you.'' He looked at her like she just landed from Mars. '' I can't wear those,'' he protested. ''Sure, you can!'' ''No. I can't.'' ''Come on, Mulder! You ogle pictures of women dressed like this all the time.'' He smiled. ''This is a joke, right? You're just razzing me about my porn collection.'' ''No, Mulder, I'm serious. I want you to wear these. You need to fit in at the clubs we're going to. Now, get dressed,'' she commanded as she pushed him into the men's dressing room. ''You can't tell me what to do; I out rank you!'' he whined from behind the curtain. ''I can always call Skinner and have him tell you to wear them!'' she mockingly threatened with a gleam in her eye. ''Okay. Okay. But, I draw the line at boots. I'll wear my own Doc Martins if its just the same to you.'' ''Seems like a fair compromise. Now, come on out and let me see you!'' Her partner reluctantly shuffled out of the dressing room. She licked her full lips and smiled appreciatively at Fox Mulder's bared muscular frame adorned with leather straps; he had just the right amount of chest hair to make him dangerously sexy. She looked down to see the bulge at his groin tightly encased in leather pants. ''Lookin' good, Mulder.'' He blushed. ''I think I'm gonna file sexual harassment charges, Scully. Put your tongue back in your mouth!'' ''It just needs one more thing,'' she said as she grabbed a leather collar and a leash. She snapped it around his neck and led him to the check out counter. ''Grrr.....'' he growled as he followed behind her. XxXx The first club they went to was The Agora. It was decorated in classic Roman style with reclining couches, bad replicas of DaVinci statues, crude murals of gory gladiator fights and Christians being eaten by lions. Mulder laid down on a couch and said, ''I kinda like this, Scully. Why don't you feed me some grapes?'' ''Get real, Mulder.'' ''Hey, it was your idea to go undercover.'' ''That's right it was my idea. Now, get up off that couch and mingle,'' she commanded as she literally yanked on his chain. ''Ow!'' he yelped as she pulled him to his feet. They went over to the bar and ordered a drink. They were soon approached by a hefty girl with a mop of jet-black Elvira hair and way too much blue eye shadow. She ran a two inch blue finger nail along the inside of Mulder's bicep, ''You two lookin' for company?'' The G-man's stomach churned. ''That all depends,'' he squeaked. Scully pulled his chain roughly and smacked his face with the lead strap. ''Who said you could talk, Pretty Boy?'' She turned her attention to the portly girl. ''Ya take 'em out and they think they can do whatever they want!'' The girl smiled with perfectly straight, sparkling white teeth with pointy little fangs where her incisors should be. ''So, you wanna play?'' she asked the redhead. ''Sure. I love to play, but we just got here. I'd like to keep my options open while I look around,''she said as she traced her finger along the inside of the girl's palm. The fat, vampire wanna-be shuddered in excitement at her touch and the hope of more intimate contact. Scully picked up her drink, pulled her partner by his chain, and diplomatically moved onto the dance floor. ''That was smooth, Scully. I'm impressed!'' he gushed. ''Shut up and dance, Mulder.'' The music slowed down after the second song and the partners found themselves staring at each other in awkward silence. They had slow danced together before but never when they were pretending to be lovers nor when they had on such provocative clothing. The petite woman took the initiative and locked her arms around his neck. He placed his hands gingerly on her hips and they swayed together. She rested her copper head against his bare chest. He bit his lip hard enough to draw blood while trying to fight an erection. Just then, Scully felt another distinctively male body pressing against her backside. Mulder stopped moving as he noticed how close the blond haired man was to Scully. The man backed up when he saw glaring at him. He raised his hands in a gesture of innocence. ''Hey, Man, like, I just wanted to join the party.'' Scully turned to the blue eyed stranger and said, ''It's okay. I liked what you were doing.'' Mulder shot her a smoldering glance with his hazel eyes that warned her it was not okay with him. She ignored him and resumed dancing. She allowed the other man to run his hands over her hips, up her sides, across her breasts, and back down again. She ground her buttocks into his full erection. Mulder's once gentle fingers clenched tightly to her waist. He did not like this under cover assignment one bit! The song ended and the woman tried to turn around to face her new dance partner. Mulder wouldn't let go of her until she kicked him. She looked the man over with the trained eye of a professional investigator. He smiled at her without fangs and asked, ''You and your slave wanna come over to my place?'' She smiled seductively and fingered his shirt collar. ''I would but I don't think you're our type.'' He took the liberty of thumbing her nipple. ''So, what is your type? Like, I can be anything you want me to be.'' ''I'm into vampires.'' ''So, give me some fangs. I can be a vampire, Baby.'' ''I want someone who can suck my blood for real.'' ''Oh, you want someone like Vinnie,'' he said disappointedly. ''Vinnie?'' ''He's the Vampire King.'' ''He sounds EXACTLY like what I'm looking for.'' ''Hey, like, you'd be better off with me.'' ''Nah, I want Vinnie. Know where I can find him?'' ''Nobody knows where you can find Vinnie. He just shows up. Picks up the hottest chicks, then leaves.'' ''Does he do men too?'' ''No. But, Mystic does.'' ''Who's Mystic?'' ''His sidekick. She's kinda cute, but she smells bad.'' ''Know where I can find her?'' ''I don't, but Big Alice would,'' he said pointing over the fat girl with the Elvira hair that tried to pick them up earlier. ''Well, thanks. I guess I'll be talking visiting with Alice for awhile.'' She turned to go back to the bar. Mulder just stood there. She turned and glared at him, ''Don't be difficult, Fox!'' At the use of his first name, he followed like an obedient puppy. They found Big Alice laying on one of the couches. Scully sat down next to her. ''You still wanna play?'' she asked the round faced girl. ''I'd play with YOU anytime,'' she answered as she pulled the little redhead down on top of her. Mulder's eyes grew wide in amazement as he watched his partner give that tub of lard a big, sloppy, wet kiss! When they finished, Scully got up and took Big Alice by the hand to the dance floor. ''Why don't you get us a pitcher of Sangria?'' she suggested as she walked past Mulder. He stood there, immobile, staring in disbelief as the two women cozied up to the sultry sounds of Macy Gray. A shudder ran through his body as he witnessed their second kiss. He shook his head as he walked to the bar. Dana Scully was a multi-faceted human being and she took her work very seriously. Too seriously sometimes. When he placed the pitcher and two glasses down on the table in front of the divan the fat woman had been lounging on, Mulder noticed a child with pale, waist length blonde hair standing behind the couch. He wondered how long she had been there. The tiny waif couldn't be more than twelve years old. Her little pink nipples and the buds of what would someday be breasts were quite visible through the gauzy fabric of her costume. What was she doing in an after hours Goth bar? He walked over to her and introduced himself. ''Hi, I'm Fox. '' The girl made no response. ''Don't you talk?'' She looked up at him with immense blue-gray eyes and stated, ''You're too bold to be a slave. You're mistress should beat you.'' He smiled at the thought. ''Are you a slave?'' ''No.'' ''Are you a mistress?'' ''No.'' He took notice of her tiny little fangs that were visible only when she spoke. He studied her closely. She was painfully thin and awfully pale. Her skin was almost as white as the thin cotton floor length dress she was wearing. He went through his mental checklist of modern day vampire lore. ''You're Big Alice's child, aren't you?'' She nodded yes. He quickly moved into his psychologist mode. ''You're concerned my mistress might replace you.'' She shook her head again. He tenderly touched her shoulder. ''You don't have to worry. She's just looking for Vinnie.'' The little girl relaxed and the tension eased from her diminutive features. She almost smiled as she told Mulder ''Vinnie usually hangs out at Villa Nova.'' ''Thank you.'' ''You're welcome.'' ''Look.....ah.....'' ''Billie.'' ''Look, Billie, I know it's none of my business, but aren't you a little young to be hanging out in bars?'' ''I'm eighteen.'' ''Even a dumb slave like me knows better than that!'' The girl actually smiled! ''You're not a slave. You're a cop.'' He smiled in return. ''I assure you; I'm definitely not a cop.'' ''Whatever you say. But, you and your MISTRESS better get goin' if you want to catch Vinnie. He is ALWAYS gone before daylight.'' ''Where does he go?'' She shrugged her boney little shoulders. The slave fought his way through the sea of bodies on the dance floor to tell his mistress the latest information before she became too attached to the rotund vampire she was dancing with. XxXx Scully took the wheel of the silver Taurus as they headed for Manhattan. The silence between them was oppressive. Scully sensed Mulder was upset with her for being so openly sexual at the bar. But, what else was she supposed to do? They were undercover looking for a vampire; they needed to blend in. And, yes, she enjoyed it. Dressing provocative and letting strangers touch her was thrilling! Dana Katherine Scully spent her days and nights dressed in suits, studying the forensics of whatever wild goose chase Mulder put them on. For the past seven years she had barely even been on a date. She was tired of repressing her sensual nature. Fox Mulder took his frustrations out by reading and watching porn. Who was he to judge her for doing her job and enjoying it for a change? After much driving around in circles, they finally found the building Villa Nova was located in. Scully parked in a well-lighted parking garage. As she was getting out of the car, Mulder grabbed her wrist. ''What's up with you?'' she asked, irritated. ''I'm worried about you, Scully. You're behaving irrationally tonight. It isn't like you. I don't understand it.'' She eased back into the seat and he let go of her wrist. ''You're right. It isn't like me. It isn't supposed to be like me. We're undercover, Mulder. Did you forget that?'' He looked down, frustrated, and chewed his lip for a moment. ''I know we're undercover. But this isn't safe. We should be wired and monitored. Skinner should know of our whereabouts at all times. What if we really do run into the vampires that are killing these people?'' She shot him an icy glare with her angry blue eyes. ''Is that all, Mulder?'' ''No, that's not all,'' he responded angrily. ''I hate wearing this collar!'' he said as he took it off and threw it on the floorboard. His partner got out of the car and quickly walked to Villa Nova by herself. Mulder followed her at a distance. He really didn't want to go to another Goth bar tonight, but he did not want to leave Dana Scully to her own devices when she was acting so strangely. The last time she behaved so irrationally, she came home with a tattoo and almost got herself killed! He was not about to let something like that happen again. XxXx Villa Nova was decidedly a classier establishment than The Agora. Mulder decided he didn't really mind being there. He sat down at the bar where he could keep an eye on Scully from a distance. She was sitting at a table by herself; a waitress came over to take her order. A few moments later, she was sipping red wine. Mulder ordered a draft, non-alcoholic beer. It tasted awful, but it kept up appearances. A chunky man of Asian descent sat down at the bar next to Mulder. He was wearing a motorcycle jacket adorned with silver skulls and gargoyles, and biker boots with chains of skulls around the ankles. He looked vaguely familiar, but Mulder couldn't place him. He ordered a Bud Lite. ''You and your lady friend have a fight?'' he asked with a smile that revealed a set of fangs. Mulder practically spit out his fake beer. ''What?'' ''The redhead at that table, she is your girlfriend, isn't she?'' ''No! She's not my girlfriend.'' ''I'm sorry. I thought she was. You looked so comfortable together last night. I just assumed you were a couple.'' ''Last night?'' ''At my restaurant, Lei's Japanese Steak House. Weren't the two of you there last night?'' Mulder weighed his options in his mind before answering. He could pretend he didn't know what the guy was talking about, he could admit to being there, or he could tell him to go fuck off. ''Yeah, we were there last night, but she's not my girlfriend. We just work together." ''Great! Then you don't mind if I go sit with her?'' That was not the response Mulder had expected. This time he decided it was better to lie. ''No, not at all.'' The big Asian immediately headed for Scully's table. She smiled invitingly when he sat down. Mulder felt his stomach knot up. When they started dancing, Mulder ordered a Jack and Coke. So much for non-alcoholic beverages! Mulder tried to watch dispassionately as his partner and Chuck Lei steamed up the dance floor. Scully looked good. Too good. Her copper colored hair catching the sparkles of the mirrored ball above the dance floor as her body rhythmically twisted to the music. Why should he care? He balled his fists as the other man pulled her close and put his knee between her thighs. He couldn't believe she was kissing him! He was so absorbed in watching Scully dance that he did not notice the pale girl with short black hair who sat down at the bar next to him. Mystic had been standing alone against the flocked wallpaper when she noticed the tall, dark haired man in fetish wear enter Villa Nova. She knew he had never been there before; she would definitely have noticed someone as striking as him. He must have recently had a fight with his girlfriend. The petite redhead was doing her best to ignore him, but any fool could see they were a couple. You could almost see the sparks fly whenever their eyes met. Mystic found herself imagining how that shared electricity would feel when they were fucking. She wished she could watch them! And then, she thought she'd like to taste them. Feel their foamy, hot blood roll down her throat. Mmm..... This was worth working on, and maybe, Vinnie would help. ''We could make her jealous.'' Mulder nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard the British accent. For a moment he thought it was Phoebe Green. The girl saw his eyes grow wide in surprise. ''Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you.'' ''Oh, you didn't. I just thought you were someone else.'' ''Really? Who?'' He smiled boyishly. ''Someone I'd rather forget.'' She returned the smile, baring her fangs. ''I see. So what about it?'' ''What about what?'' ''Making your girlfriend jealous.'' He shook his head. ''She's not my girlfriend.'' ''Could have fooled me! You haven't taken your eyes off her since you got here.'' ''Really, she's not.....'' The girl grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the dance floor. ''Then, maybe she will be after we make her jealous!'' He laughed genuinely. He found the thought of Dana Scully being jealous of him dancing with this leather-clad teenager quite amusing. They took a spot on the floor next to Chuck Lei and Dana Scully. Mystic aggressively placed her hands on Mulder's bare waist and rubbed her body against his. His muscles tensed at her touch. He was very aware of Scully dancing next to them. He caught a warning blue-eyed glare from her that clearly said ''Back off''. He put his arms around the pale girl and pulled her deeper onto the dance floor, away from the redhead. The youngster pressed harder against him and licked his nipple. He was shocked at his sudden physical response to her. She felt him stiffen and squeezed his erection through his tight leather pants. He ran his fingers through her short black hair and brought his mouth down upon hers. She hungrily opened her mouth to accept his kiss. He felt her fangs crape against his thrusting tongue and tasted the salt of his own blood. He was caught up in the seduction of the music, the blood, and the willing woman-child in his arms. He rocked his hips, encouraging her to stroke him harder. She kissed his chin, his jawline, and moved on down to his neck. He gasped as her fangs punctured his throat; he found the sensation to be extremely erotic. Scully dispassionately watched her partner get it on with a Joan Jett look alike who was nearly half his age. Mulder always did have a thing for brunettes. She became alarmed when she noticed him rocking unsteadily on his feet as the girl continued her assault on his throat. She pulled away from Chuck's groping hands to go to him. ''Hey, Girly, that's my man you're suckin' on!'' she exclaimed as she placed her hand on the girl's shoulder. Mystic turned and stared at the intruder. Scully was appalled at the sight of Mulder's blood smeared on the girl's lips and chin. She smiled, her fangs dripping. The G-woman was even more startled when she wiped her face with her fingers and sucked them clean. ''He told me you weren't his girlfriend,'' she casually commented as she licked the last few drops off her bloody finger. ''I'm not. He's my slave. No one touches him without my permission.'' She protectively clutched Mulder's arm. The girl raised her hands in surrender. ''Hey, I didn't know. Maybe we could work out an arrangement?'' ''What sort of an arrangement?'' ''I could get you some good action if you let me play with him.'' ''I have no problem getting my own action.'' ''You call that fat fuck action?'' she laughed. ''I can get you the hottest Goth in New York.'' Scully weighed the proposition thoughtfully. The dejected Chuck walked up and put his arms around the redhead's waist. She quickly pried herself lose from his grasp. ''Hey, Chuck, it's been fun and all, but I got a better offer.'' ''You dumping me for this smelly piece of shit?'' he protested. Mystic's red eyes practically glowed as she spoke up triumphantly, ''Looks that way, Pal. Now get lost!'' The big Asian skulked away, dejected. Mulder was not sure he like the turn of events. He did not want to share his new paramour with anyone; not even Scully. ''Chuck looks so sad,'' he commented, ''Are you sure you don't want to stay with him?'' The lady vampire locked her arms around Mulder's bicep. ''Look, Luv, your friend here needs a real vampire fetish master to get her off; not some cheap wanna be rip off. I can hook Red up with the real deal and that will give us some quality time all to ourselves. You'd like that now, wouldn't you?'' He shook his head in silent agreement. Scully carefully watched her partner's interaction with the vampire. The girl had some kind of hold over him. Was it hypnosis? Mesmerism? Plain old-fashioned lust? Or could there really be some truth to the legends that once a vampire drank your blood, you would automatically succumb to their bidding? The kid was not very attractive and she had an odd odor about her, similar to rotting meat. How could Mulder stand to let her kiss him, paw on him, and drink his blood? Oh, well, she never really understood his taste in women. ''So where is this Goth stud?'' she inquired. ''Vinnie's workin' at The Realm tonight.'' The G-woman's ears perked up at the familiar name. This could be the break in the case she was hoping for. ''Well, take me to him! I want to meet Vinnie,'' she demanded. XxXx Scully commandeered the Taurus to drive over to The Realm, gaining a first hand knowledge of all the back streets in Queens along the way. Through the rearview mirror she glimpsed her partner making out with the smelly moppet: in the back seat. It was a disgusting display! She tried not to watch, but could not help herself. Mulder had the girl prone on the seat as he pulled up her graying white tank top, licking the grim reaper tattoo on her abdomen, and settling upon a pierced nipple. He suckled one as he tugged the ring on the other, making the girl squeal in painful pleasure. Soon, he was trailing kisses down her abdomen and yanking off her leather pants. Of course, she didn't have the decency to wear panties! Scully noticed scarification marks on the girl's inner thighs as Mulder buried his face in her black bush. He was really going at it! She couldn't believe her eyes! She had never witnessed anything like this before, not even on double dates in high school. She knew he had been with a bloodsucker before, he told her about it once on an all night stake out, but she never realized he could be so openly sexual. When the girl finished convulsing and moaning, she pulled her pants back up and started in on Mulder. She went straight for his throat, gorging on his blood, then, she made tiny bite marks all over his chest and stomach. He had a delirious smile on his face. The vampire unzipped his fly, freeing his engorged purple cock. Scully swallowed hard as she creamed herself at the sight! She knew he was big, she had seen him naked before, but his erection was incredible! The girl took him into her mouth, scraping his tender flesh with her fangs, creating rivulets of blood that dripped down his rod like chocolate sauce on a sundae. The girl bobbed her head up and down, unable to consume his full length. Scully wriggled her hips and rubbed her thighs together as she watched excitedly. Her partner grunted like a wild beast as he came. The vampire lapped up the mixture of his spilled semen and blood, then, put her face close to Scully's and asked, ''Did you like the show, Hon? You want a taste?'' Before poor Scully knew what was happening, the girl was kissing her, and depositing: Mulder's blood and sperm into her mouth! She was so startled she almost wrecked the car! ''What the Hell are you doing? You could have gotten us killed! Get back in your seat and leave me alone!'' The vampire howled with laughter. Mulder had passed out with a look of pure ecstasy on his face. Title: Floaters (2of3 parts) Author: Angel Brown XxXx When they finally arrived at The Realm, Scully reached in the back and grabbed Mulder's wrist, quickly taking his pulse. It was frighteningly low. She shook him, but he was not waking easily. The vampire girl whispered in his ear and he slowly regained consciousness. The kid gave Scully the creeps; she wished she could get rid of her, but she was her only access to Vinnie. Mystic led the way down the alley to The Realm's basement entrance. Mulder leaned heavily on her as Scully followed close behind. The Realm was no place like Scully had ever been before or imagined! The place was a real dump, ripped up bar stools, carved up wooden picnic tables, flat black walls, floor and ceiling. Dismembered mannequin body parts, splashed with red paint were strewn about. A fog machine constantly bathed the place in a thick, charcoal smelling mist. The music, if you could call it that, was an assault to the ears. Two musicians in the three-man band made unintelligible noise while the third ate fire. The dance floor was filled with people in a wide array of strange costumes some were dressed as Vikings, some in black robes with hoods, and some in rubber or leather fetish wear, others in lace and velvet. They looked like extras from the cast of a "Mad Max" movie. Scully followed along silently taking in the whole freak show. She noticed a hermaphrodite with a military hair cut getting a blowjob in the corner from a half-naked skinny girl with a pink Mohawk. Mystic took them to a back room that was filled with bondage gear. A completely nude woman was shackled by her wrists and ankles to the brick wall, the scourging marks on her breasts, abdomen and thighs, were just beginning to crust up with coagulated blood. A bare chested man with long curly black hair was spanking a chubby redhead wearing a black lace teddy with a large wooden paddle. A couple was fucking on top of a picnic table. Scully wondered if the girl was getting splitters up her ass, then she decided if the girl did, she was probably enjoying it! Her tour guide walked up to the man welding the wooden paddle. ''Hey, Vinnie, I brought some new playmates for us.'' He gave the agents an appraising glance with his red colored eyes. He smiled appreciatively as his gaze focused on Scully. ''Two redheads in one night. I'm a lucky guy.'' He stopped spanking the woman in the teddy, bent down and bit the cheek of her robust ass. She squealed in delight as he sucked her blood. When he finished drinking, Mystic licked the left overs from his chin. He hugged her close and kissed her on the forehead. She smiled happily in his arms. Scully noticed their affection was genuine. These two vampires clearly loved one another. The girl whispered in his ear, he nodded, and released her. ''Mystic tells me I need to show you how to properly treat a slave.'' ''I do all right.'' The G woman responded. ''Let me see you beat him.'' Mystic led Mulder to the center of the room and placed leather cuffs around his wrists, she then snapped chains to the cuffs. Mulder stood with his arms stretched out in a crucifixion position. Vinnie handed Scully a leather cat-o-nine tails with metal tips. ''Beat him,'' he commanded. She reluctantly took the whip, licked her lips, took a deep breath, pulled back her arm and lashed her partner. Mulder jerked as the metal and leather bit into his flesh, but he did not cry out. Scully was horrified at what she had done when she saw the crimson drops she caused to appear on his skin. She pulled back and whipped him again and again. She beat him until his back was covered in red. She put the cat down, glared at Vinnie and asked, ''Was that good enough for you?'' He shook his head. ''That'll do. Now, I want you to taste him.'' She walked over to her friend and licked a deep gash on his deltoid. It tasted salty and sweet; not totally unpleasant. ''Very good. You have potential,'' the vampire praised. ''Mystic, you wanna clean him up?'' The girl smiled and began licking all of the wounds on his back. The doctor was concerned about his cuts becoming infected after being exposed to saliva. Vinnie returned his attention to Scully. ''I think I'd like to take you to my place.'' ''I don't go any where without him.'' ''Really? Then, I guess we'll have to take him with us.'' XxXx Scully drove through alley ways and back roads following Vinnie on his motorcycle through the black night. Mulder was sleeping in the back seat snuggled up against Mystic. She had no idea where they were heading. South? Brooklyn, maybe? She wished she had paid more attention to the New York road atlas on their way up from D.C. The phrase "No body knows where you can find Vinnie" haunted her thoughts. She regretted not wearing a wire nor asking for back up. Skinner would have difficulty finding them if they got into trouble. She had made too many mistakes for a veteran agent. She had been trying to show off for Mulder. If anything happened to them it would be entirely her fault. The responsibility and the guilt she bore at ignoring her partner's cautions weighed heavily on her small shoulders. She would never be able to forgive herself if Mulder were killed. They were traveling along the shoreline. She could smell the salty sea. Vinnie had brought them to the shipyards. It fit the MO of her case; the victims were thrown into the water after they had been sexually assaulted and drained of blood. He was taking them to where he committed his crimes. Most likely, Vinnie slayed the women and Mystic murdered the man, Scully just hoped she and Mulder would not be their next victims. She would do anything within her power to see that they didn't. Vinnie parked his Harley in front of an abandoned warehouse in a desolate area. It looked as if no one had been there in twenty years: the windows were all smashed out, the steel doors were rusting. The redhead took the initiative by getting out of the car and walking over the vampire. "Nice place ya got here, Vinnie," she commented sarcastically. He grinned at her with gleaming fangs. "It suits my purpose," he called over his shoulder as he dismounted. He liked this woman. She had balls! He didn't believe for a minute this petite thing with the Hilary Clinton hairstyle was really into S&M even though she didn't seem to mind the sight of blood. She was doing it for the man's benefit. Vinnie could see it in his eyes, the guy was getting into the pain. He turned on a battery-operated lantern and held the door open for her to enter. She did a preliminary visual sweep of the warehouse's interior with a trained eye. A set of shackles was mounted securely into a concrete wall. An assortment of whips, rods, chains, ropes, pulleys and leather cuffs were hanging on hooks. A battered wooden desk and chair were barely visible in a dark corner. The most striking objects were the metal table in the center of the room with a large dog cage under it. Mystic stumbled through the doorway, all but dragging Mulder with his arm draped across he shoulders. Scully helped her lay him down on the table. His skin felt cold and clammy. The doctor tenderly bent over him with her palm on his forehead. "How ya doin', Fox?" she asked trying to sound casual. He smiled up at her deliriously. "Okay, Scu..." she covered his mouth with her own, preventing him from saying her name. The confused man knotted his fingers in her copper tresses and thrust his tongue through her open lips. Role playing, Scully passionately returned his kiss. A coral tipped breast slid out through the lose opening of her pirate's blouse. Mulder reached down and twisted her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "Fuck him," Vinnie said from behind the redhead. She shot him an icy glare. "I'd rather fuck you." "Later. I want to watch you fuck him." "I don't think he's in a condition to do me any good," she answered wearing her best poker face. "I would think a woman of your caliber could get him up," the vampire challenged. "Like I said, I'd rather fuck you. I can fuck him any time." He grabbed her roughly by the hair and shoved his face into hers. "I like you, Red. Don't push me." He slammed her head down on the metal table, slicing her face just above the eyebrow. "Fuck him!" She pulled her thong off and raised her leg to climb onto the table. "And the skirt!" he demanded. She put her leg back down. Unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. "Better?" she asked. He looked at her critically. I like the blouse, but I want to see your pussy when you rid him. Take it off as well." Scully did not like losing control of the situation. It would be much safer for Mulder if she were calling the shots. She licked her lips and slowly peeled off the shirt and handed it to him. "You like it so much - it's yours." He buried his face in it and inhaled deeply. "Tommy Girl," he announced. The redhead stood before him, twisting her nipple seductively. She sucked her middle finger then dipped it between her legs. Her mouth open slightly as she aroused herself. "Strip him, Mystic," he commanded as his eyes continued to drink in the sight of the beautiful naked woman before him. The girl hurriedly did his bidding. He came closer to Scully, locked in her gaze, and fingered her snatch. He gently kissed her neck being careful not to break the skin. "I'm saving you for later," he promised. She squeezed his groin and said, "I'm countin' on it." With that said, she turned, clad in only thigh high boots and climbed upon the table with her naked partner. She gently stroked his flaccid penis; trying to be careful not to reopen his wounds. He opened his eyes and looked at her adoringly. "You're beautiful." She smiled appreciatively. "So are you." She lay down next to him and kissed his lips tenderly. "I'm going to make love to you," she whispered in his ear. He shook his head. She wondered if he understood what she was really doing. She kissed her way down his chest and abdomen. His penis was only partially erect so she took him into her mouth. It grew rapidly. She took his rod in her hand and squeezed the base as she slid her cunt down its length. He filled her completely. The fit was tight and uncomfortable because she was not very wet yet. She closed her eyes, trying to forget they could both die soon. She rode him slowly being careful not to scrape his back against the table. His groaning caused her to open her eyes in alarm. She thought she was hurting him, but he was smiling up at her in pleasure. She decided to fake an orgasm. As she was moaning loudly, Mulder grabbed her ass and thrust deeply into as he ejaculated. When he finished she softly kissed his mouth. The female vampire clapped her hands twice. "Bravo. No wonder you two have to go to bars for excitement. That's the most pathetic fuck I've ever seen!" Scully got off the table. "I told you he was in no condition to do me much good. You ready to fuck now?" she asked Vinnie. "No. I want you to do Mystic now." "I don't do women." "Fine. She'll do you. Mystic, chain her and eat her!" he commanded like a king at court "Come on, Red! The moppet snapped as she pushed Scully over to the wall. "Wait! I'll do her!" "Too late, Baby. You had your chance," Vinnie chided. Mystic delightedly placed her in shackles. "I'm gonna like this," she cooed. She ran a long black fingernail from stem to stern down the woman's body. The girl's touch made her flesh crawl. Dana's spread-eagled legs cause Mulder's sperm to drip from her cunt down her thighs. The girl knelt before her and lapped up the white liquid with her tongue. "Mmm...tasty..." The vampire examined her pussy at close range. She looked over at Vinnie. "I don't care if she is a real redhead - I'm shaving her!" "Just don't cut her. Her blood is mine," he warned. Mulder perked up at that comment. "Don't hurt her," he cried out. "Shut up!" Vinnie punched him in the mouth, splitting his lip. He started to get off the table to fight back. "Leave my slave alone!" Scully yelled from her confines. "You're in no position to give orders, "Mystic heckled. Vinnie punched Mulder again, blacking an eye. He roughly jerked him off the table; hog tied him and threw him in the cage. The moppet pulled a strap razor from a hook on the wall. Scully hoped it was sharp. The girl rested on her haunches and spit in her palm. She rubbed the hocker over the auburn curls, then scraped the razor over Scully's tender pubic region. Her tender flesh stung as it visibly reddened and welted from razor burn. Finally, the girl finished shaving her. Mystic spread her irritated, fuscia colored pussy lips and gave her a long swipe with her tongue. The moisture of her tongue was soothing on Scully's burning labia. She sighed in relief and spread her legs wider, encouraging the girl to lick her deeper. Mystic stopped licking her pussy and began softly kissing her thighs, pelvis, and stomach, gently torturing her victim. Scully wriggled beneath her mouth, tilting her mons forward, trying to make contact with her tormentor. The girl gave her a self-satisfied grin; "You like Mystic? You think I'm good?" Her victim said nothing in response. "Come on, now, tell me you want me to eat you. You know you want it. Tell me you want me to eat your pussy." She quickly flicked her tongue over Scully's swollen clit. "Tell me you want me." "I want you," she whispered. "What was that? I don't think I quite heard you." "I want you." "You want me to do what?" "I want you to lick my cunt!" she begged. "That's a good girl," Mystic praised her as she resumed her expert administrations to Scully's sex. She lapped at her bright pink folds. She thrust her tongue up and down in her hole, her face becoming covered in womanly juices. Scully ground her hips in heated response; she was close to coming. This kid really knew how to give head! Mulder tossed back and forth in his cage as he watched his partner receive oral sex from the girl. He had watched plenty of porn in his day, but he had never actually seen two women having sex in person. It was extremely arousing; his cock was throbbing for release. He felt guilty and embarrassed that he was enjoying Scully's predicament. But how could he not? Dana Scully was the sexiest woman he had ever known and here she was naked before him getting off on a girl! It was just too hot! Mystic licked her shaved labia with long strokes from her asshole to the hood of her clit, over and over. Scully opened her legs wider, encouraging her to tongue her deeper, surprised at how much she was enjoying it. The dark haired girl nuzzled her swollen bud with her nose as she licked deep inside her now sticky hole. Scully moaned in response. Mystic nipped her pussy lips, eliciting shocked little gasps from the bound woman. She resumed plunging her tongue in and out of her dripping vagina. Scully wiggled her hips in pleasure. The girl flicked her tongue rapidly over her clit, making her cry out and beg for more. Faster and faster she tongued the little nub until Scully wailed in an undeniable orgasm. Her body spasming, rhythmically rattling her chains. The Vampire King walked over to the redhead and stroked her face. "See? You liked it. I knew you would." She looked at him with misty sapphire eyes but did not speak. He ran his tongue along her neck. "You still want me?" She nodded her head. He brushed his lips against hers. She opened her mouth to accept his tongue. He languorously kissed her as he massaged her breasts. "Well, Sweetheart, you're just going to have to wait." He put his arm around Mystic, walked to the door, turned off the lantern, and left their victims alone in the dark. They heard the Harley and their Taurus drive away. "Mulder, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for things to go this far, but I'll get us out of this mess. I swear it!" Scully vowed. XxXx Saturday, April 8, 2000 Sometime in the morning The Abandoned Warehouse Daylight shown through the broken window frames. Scully's arms and legs ached from being forced spread eagled against the wall for so long. Her neck was stiff too. She slowly turned her head from side to side to ease the soreness. She glimpsed Mulder curled into an awkward fetal position with his arms tied behind him in his cage. He was still sleeping with deep even breaths. That was a good sign. The scourging marks on his back had crusted over with no signs of infection. She considered waking him to make sure he was really okay, but thought better of it. It was better to let him rest while he could. God, she needed to pee! The pressure on her bladder was almost unbearable. Well, no sense holding it, prolonging the inevitable. She might as well go now. AT least this way, Mulder wouldn't see her do it. She relaxed herself and felt great relief as the warm acrid smelling liquid flowed from her body, making splattering sounds on the concrete floor. XxXx A while later, Mulder stirred and awakened. He groaned in pain. His back felt like it was on fire. His shoulders throbbed from being pinioned unnaturally behind his back. His dick ached where it had been scraped raw. He opened his eyes to find the naked Scully intently staring at him. "Mornin' Scully." "How are you feeling?" "Like I've been run through a food processor." She smiled at his brave attempt at humor. Same old Mulder! "Scully, did you fuck me or was I dreaming?" She blushed. "Yes. I had to. He made me." She turned her face to avoid eye contact. "I'm sorry. I...ah...always thought..." he swallowed hard, " I wanted it to be special." "Mulder?" her brow furrowed quizzically. "I mean...I've thought about it. About us. I...Oh, God! I feel stupid!" She smiled. "I've thought about us too. I really thought after that New Year's Eve kiss... well...I just thought we'd... be ... closer." He grinned back at her. "Well, maybe we'll be a lot closer when we get out of here." "I'd like that, Mulder." XxXx Late Evening They were awakened by the sound of Vinnie's Harley. He came in carrying a white bag that smelled like food and a six pack of beer. Scully's stomach churned in ravenous response to the aroma. It had been well over 24 hours since they had least eaten. He sat the beer down on the metal table and pulled cheese coneys from the bag. "You kids hungry?" "Starved," Mulder responded. The vampire brought a coney over to Scully and held it to her lips. "Feed him first," she requested. Vinnie smiled. "Still giving orders, huh? Well, maybe I should just eat this little feast all by myself." She tore into the dog, consuming it in three bites. Red chili sauce dripped down her chin. His tongue snaked out and licked her face clean. He went back to the table and greed a can from its plastic ring. He snapped the tab back crisply. He raised the frosty can to his lips and took a big satisfying gulp. "Ah, hits the spot!" he sighed. "Want some?" he offered to the redhead. She nodded. Mulder watched enviously as he held the can to her lips. She drank the cold liquid, soothing her parched throat. "Please, feed him," she begged after she drained the contents of the can. The vampire searched her eyes, trying to read the mysteries of her soul. "Would you like to feed him?" he inquired. "Yes." He released her from the wall. Her newfound freedom left her unsteady on the spiked heels of her boots. She stumbled over to the table, took a coney from the bag, knelt beside the cage, and poked it between the bars. Her partner gratefully ate. He sucked the sauce off her fingers when he finished eating. They shared a seductive smile. She rose up and got him a beer. Mulder tuned his face upward to the top of the cage and Scully poured the alcohol down toward his open mouth. The amber liquid splattered on his face but he did manage to swallow some of it. Vinnie came up from behind her and patted her head like a puppy. Mulder looked u p at him with hatred in his hazel eyes. The vampire eased his zipper down and pulled out his penis. " I want you to taste my wiener now, Baby." Scully pivoted and looked at his growing erection. It was uncircumcised; she hadn't seen one of those since her first cadaver in med school. His head was pierced with a silver ring adorned with a garnet bead. She stroked the pink flesh tentatively in her hand. "Come on, suck me," he coaxed. She licked her sensual lips in preparation. "Don't do it!" the caged man shouted. The vampire pulled a knife from his boot and waved it in front of Mulder's face. "You mind your tongue or I'll cut it out!" he threatened. "It's okay. Really. I want to," Scully tried her best to calm him. "See? She wants me," he gloated. Mulder watched as he beloved swirled her tongue around the deep rosy head. She inserted the tip of her tongue inside the ring, massaging the opening of his penis, making him sigh contentedly. She licked his shaft, base to tip. Then, she deep throated him, cupping his shaved scrotum in her hand. Her fingers applied gentle pressure to the root of his cock between his balls. Vinnie immediately shot his wad down her throat. "Oh, Baby, that was so good," he crooned. "Come up here, Sweetheart, let me kiss that pretty mouth." He pulled her upright and passionately kissed her. He stroked her back sending shivers down her spine. Scully enjoyed the feel of his wavy long hair against her naked skin. She could not understand her physical responsiveness to him. He was a ruthless criminal who tortured people and killed them, yet his touch was gentle and sensuous. She really wanted to fuck him! Vinnie sat her up on the table and played with her nipples. She closed her eyes enjoying the sensation. He kissed her neck, painfully aware of her pulse beating against his lips. She felt the sting of his fangs as they punctured her skin. A rush of painful pleasure overcame her as he sucked her blood. Her pussy was uncomfortably hot; she desperately needed the relief of his cock slamming into her. She reached down and grabbed his organ, delighted to find it hard and ready. She guided him into her aching hole. He fucked her with slow deliberate strokes. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her vaginal muscles grasping onto his rod with every thrust. She came in waves as her whole body quaked with multiple orgasms. She had never been so fulfilled. Vinnie was a Fuck Master! When she finished, he pulled out before completion, stepped back and ejaculated all over Mulder. The prisoner bore his humiliation in silence as he stared at the knife hilt protruding from the top of the other man's boot. The vampire took Scully by the hand and led her back to her wall of confinement. He bit his wrist and held it up to her mouth. "Go ahead, my angel, drink," he coaxed. She sucked the thick fluid, eager to please him. "Good girl." He kidded her cheek. "Good night, My Love. I'll see you tomorrow." XxXx Sunday, April 9, 2000 Late afternoon Mulder had been sulking in his cage all-day; refusing to speak to Scully. "Why won't you talk to me? We need to stick together. It's our only chance for survival. You can't let this drive us apart," she pleaded. He finally broke his silence. "You like him." "No. I don't." "Yes. You do. I can see it in your eyes; they light up whenever you look at him." "No. It's just role-playing. I want him to think I like him. I want him to trust me so he'll let me go." "It didn't sound like role playing when you were fucking him last night!" he accused. "Women fake orgasms all the time. Men never know." "You weren't faking. I watched you suck him. You loved it! You couldn't get enough of his cock!" "And what about you and Mystic? Are you gonna tell me you didn't get off eating her dirty pussy? I KNOW you didn't fake it when she gave you head!" He turned his back on her and resumed his silence. XxXx Dusk Scully listened to a car pull up to the warehouse and waited in anticipation for Vinnie to enter. She was sorely disappointed to see Mystic carrying a brown grocery bag. The thought that it might contain her only meal for the day did nothing to ease her frustration at Vinnie's absence. The dark haired girl knelt at Mulder's cage and unlocked the door to free him. " 'ello, Luv. 'ow's my pet Fox today?" He smiled with relief. "Better, now that you're here. I've missed you." The redhead rolled her eyes. "That's so sweet!" the girl cooed, ruffling his greasy hair. She untied the ropes, which secured his hands behind his back. He stiffly moved his hand on her hips, pulling her close, and kissed her. She ran her hands over his naked body. She planted little kisses along his shoulders and chest. She sank her fangs into him just above his left nipple. His eyes closed and his head rolled back as he sighed. His cock lengthened and bobbed upwards. He rubbed it against the coarse fabric of her blue jeans as he pulled her black T-shirt up. She released his nipple and yanked her shirt over her head. She rubbed her bare, pierced breasts against his hairy chest. "Oh, Foxy, you feel soo gooood," she moaned. "I'd feel better inside you," he offered as he shot a glance at his shackled partner. She turned her head away in avoidance. The vampire took off her jeans and lay down on the metal table. He bent over the table and suckled her little brown nipples, flicking the rings with his tongue. He fingered her juicy cunt making her wiggle in anticipated pleasure. "Come on, get up here and put that big dick in me!" she commanded. Mulder mounted the metal table and plunged his ten-inch tool inside her sticky hole. She cried out as he entered her. He pulled out and slammed into her again. He banged her over and over until she came, crying and wailing. He met her climax, groaning as he spewed his seed inside her. Scully watched them with ice cold blue eyes. XxXx Later that night, Scully recognized the familiar sound of Vinnie's Harley. She smiled as he came through the door. "Hi ya, Red," he greeted amiably. "Hi, yourself!" she flirted. He strolled over to her and immediately began covering her little body with hot kisses. "I can't get you out of my mind," he admitted. "Your hair, your eyes, your mouth, they haunt me." He stroked her face. "I want to take you home and make love to you proper." "I'd like that." She opened her mouth inviting him to kiss her again. Their tongues danced longingly. She felt the stiffness of his groin pressing against her belly. She bit his lower lip, sucking the salty sweetness that oozed from it. "Fuck me first!" she begged. He reached to uncuff her wrists. "No. Here. Like this. Against the wall," her voice ached with need. He dropped to his knees and inhaled her musky scent. He kissed her peach, the stubby little regrowth prickling his lips. He dipped his tongue in to taste her nectar. Scully sighed as his tongue swept over her folds. He sucked her clit and sank his fangs into the sensitive nerves above her hood. She screamed, tossing her head from side to side, the pain felt so good, as the rush of an orgasm overtook her. Vinnie rose, unzipped his fly, and eased his erection inside her. The hot metal of his PA and Jacob's Ladder tingled as it slid along her vagina. She loved the sensation! He nipped her breasts and shoulders, just piercing the surface skin. His tongue snaked out to catch each little droplet of blood. Sex with a vampire was delicious and erotic. She noticed Mulder watching from his cage, stroking his own erection in perfect rhythm with Vinnie's thrusting hips. She saw the raw sexuality in his hazel eyes. Vinnie was fucking her body, but Mulder was fucking her soul. She loved Mulder. She loved the feel of the vampire inside her. She wanted both of them. She climaxed again, moaning contentedly. Both men ejaculated simultaneously as she came. Vinnie released her from the wall. He returned her crushed velvet green skirt and took off his T-shirt for her to wear. They left the warehouse hand in hand. Mulder was left alone in his cage to contemplate his fate. He hated the man who pretended to be a vampire. He hated Scully for fucking him and enjoying it. If he had known she was a kinky bitch, he would have fucked her in the ass that first night she came to his room in Oregon! Well, if he ever got out of here alive, he was going to make up for lost time and fuck the shit out of her whoring little body! XxXx Vinnie's apartment was a complete contrast to the bleak warehouse. It was elegantly done in art deco. The furnishings were expensive and tasteful. It was apparent he came from money - big money. "It's beautiful, Vinnie," she admired genuinely. "I'm glad you like it." He took her to the kitchen. "Would you like something to eat before we clean up?" "Yes, that would be wonderful." He provided her with Gorgonzola Dolce, French bread, red and white grapes, walnuts, and Merlot. She devoured the sumptuous snack, feeling guilty that Mulder was still naked and starving in his cage. When she had eaten her fill, he led her to the most sensuous bathroom she had ever been in. He turned on the water in the garden tub and added a generous amount of bath salts. He lit dozens of vanilla scented candles as she used the commode in the adjoining room. She was delighted to find a fresh toothbrush on the sink for her convenience too. He was completely naked when she returned. She could not help admiring his marvelous physique. He looked like a marble statue standing there in the candle light; all pale and perfectly sculpted. He was shorter than Mulder, about 5'10", 160 lbs. His penis was shorter, but his balls were bigger. He had shaved or waxed all of his body hair including his legs. His appearance was godlike. His piercing was dangerously sexy. Her cunt throbbed at the remembered feeling of him inside her. He sat on the side of the tub and scooped up a handful of water. "Care to join me?" he invited. "Could I use your shower to shave first? I'm a little nubby and it itches." "I'll shave you here." She peeled off her thigh high boots and disrobed. She sank deeply into the warm bubbles. He poured water over her titian tresses and shampooed them. His touch was heavenly as he massaged her scalp. She relaxed trustingly in his strong arms as he dipped her backwards in the tub to rinse her hair. He applied creamy vanilla soap to a fat natural sea sponge and lathered her body. Her supple breasts ached at his touch. She couldn't stand it any longer - she had to have him! She placed her hands on his muscular shoulders, straddling him, impaling herself on his studded ramrod. He fit her perfectly. She loved the feel of him inside her; it was better than any French tickler. She rocked with him in ecstatic bliss. Her vagina gripped his cock in tight spasms as her whole body trembled in shock waves. She wept with joy in her release. He looked up at her in wonder as he exploded inside her. She collapsed in his arms, completely spent. When she recovered, he sat her up on the side of the tub, oiled her legs, and sensually shaved them with a straight razor. He meticulously shaved her pussy too. After he finished, he sat back in the tepid water, tenderly grasped her foot, sucked her toes, and ran his tongue down the sole, kissed her arch and bit it. She flinched in surprise as he sucked her blood. Then, he pulled her back into the tub with him and passionately devoured her mouth. He kissed her chin, her cheek, her ear, and finally settled upon her neck. He grabbed the razor and made a deep gash above his heart, he cradled her head, pushing her mouth against the bleeding wound, "Drink!" he commanded. She clamped her mouth around it and sucked hard. He sank his fangs into her throat. They feasted on one another in unholy communion. Vinnie carried her to his bed after she passed out. He lay down next to her enjoying the feel of her petite form against him. He loved her like no other. Mystic was his child, but this mysterious red haired angel was his mate, his queen. He dozed peacefully at her side. Dana Scully awakened to the feel of the gentlest of kisses on her back. The vampire was a conundrum of terror and tenderness. He enflamed her body as no one else had ever done before. She knew what she felt for him was not love; just pure physical need. She rolled over onto her back and kissed him. "Tell me about your tattoo," he inquired. "There's not much to tell." "Did you get it for that dork you're sleeping with?" "You men are all alike. Not everything a woman does is in reaction to a man." "Why did you choose a snake eating its own tail?" "It doesn't really matter, does it?" she asked stretching out like a cat, enjoying the sensation of his cool black satin sheets against her hot white skin. "No, I guess not," he responded cupping one her pliant orbs in his palm. He licked a coral nipple with his tongue, feeling it stiffen and pucker in response. She arched her back in encouragement. He swirled his tongue around it a few more times, then blew on it until it became a tight little rosebud. He then slowly sank his fangs into her dimpled areola and suckled. She reached up and tugged one of his nipple rings. His cock jolted to attention. She ground against him, humping his leg in frustration at feeling his hard on against her belly. Her swollen clit protruded from its hood as her juices slicked up his thigh. He looked into her sapphire eyes; his fangs still dripping crimson. "You love me. Tell me you love me!" "I love you, Vinnie, You're the best! Fill me! Fuck me! I want you, now! Only you, Vinnie!" she gasped wantonly. He slipped down a few inches in the bed and entered her. Her slick, hot cunt surrounded him like a sheath. His long strokes were slow and deliberate to prolong their lovemaking. He wished he could fuck her for hours. She was so tight, almost virginal. Her muscular hole released and contracted on his rod with pounding force. God, she was the best! She wrapped her legs around him, encouraging him to plunge farther inside her. He grabbed one of her ankles and held it against the headboard, giving him deeper access to her vagina. She felt his Prince Albert wickedly tickling her cervix. She bounced excitedly with his every thrust. Her body quivered beneath him. He bucked into her hard and fast. She squeezed him tightly, clawing at him, raking his body raw, making blood flow down his back in little trenches. She yelled his name in her wake. Vinnie shot his wad in rapid-fire bursts. He had never known such passion before. This woman was special; she wasn't at all like the bimbos he picked up at the Goth bars. He wanted her to be his mate, his queen. He got up off the bed and headed for the closet. He pulled out a white beaded mini dress with spaghetti straps. "I got you a present." She delightedly took it from him. "How'd you know the right size?" "I looked at the tag in your skirt." He held a matching pair of high-heeled sandals. "Your shoe size was on the bottom of your boots." "They're gorgeous! Thank you." "There's make up too on the dresser. I have a mirror you can use in a drawer in the bathroom. You can get ready in there if you like." Scully took the dress, shoes and make up into the bathroom. When she returned, Vinnie was dressed in a black Vercacci suit, black banded collar shirt, and black Armani loafers. His long hair was slicked back into a ponytail. He looked at her in awe. "You look radiant; like an angel." She blushed at the sincere complement. "You're looking very handsome yourself." XxXx They dined on lobster bisque and champagne at an intimate little restaurant in Manhattan. They looked like any other couple on a date. The waiter brought them tiramisu and espresso for dessert. Vinnie covered her hand with his and took out a little black box from his pocket. "I know we just met, but..." She cut him off, "Vinnie, you don't even know my name." "What is it?" "Dana." "Well, Dana, I love you and I want you to be a vampire." He opened the box revealing petite porcelain fangs with razor sharp edges. That was not exactly the proposal she was expecting! She smiled and graciously accepted. "I'd love to, Vinnie!" "We'll do it tonight, then. Your first kill." "Sure." XxXx Villa Nova Dana spied a woman in red dress at the bar who eerily reminded her of Diana Fowley. She tapped her companion on the shoulder. "Vinnie, I want her," she said as she pointed to the tall brunette. "Well, Baby, go get her!" The petite redhead walked over to the bar. "Hi, can I buy you a drink?" The dark haired woman gave her an appraising glance. "I don't think so, Sweetie. Nothin' personal; I'm just not into a date for the prom." "Too bad. Vinnie and I really wanted to play with you." "Vinnie?" the woman's interest was aroused at the legendary vampire's name. "You mean THE Vinnie?" Dana smiled. "Yeah, he's right over there," she said as she tossed her head in his direction. He smiled and waved. XxXx The tall, slender woman stumbled through the doorway of the abandoned warehouse. She was groggy from the loss of blood. Dana led her over to the wall and shackled her. The brunette seemed confused by what was happening to her. The redhead sliced open the red dress with the precision of a surgeon. Her bare B-cup boobs plopped downward as the confines of her clothing slipped away. The petite woman sank her new fangs into a tender orb, her victim squealed in pain as she suckled. The Vampire King watched approvingly as his mate feasted. Fox Mulder watched from his cage. In fascinated horror at the transformation that had taken place in his partner. She pulled back and smiled, crimson drops falling from her chin, staining her beaded white dress. "Want some, Baby?" she offered the vampire. "You bet!" he growled as he bit into her victim's neck. When he drank his fill he pulled his queen close doe a kiss, smearing her pretty face with blood. "Fuck her for me?" she asked. "Nah. I think you oughta fuck her." He led her over to the wooden desk and pulled a black strap on dildo from the center drawer. She pulled her dress off over her head and carefully draped it over the back of the chair. Vinnie secured the strap on around her little waist. She elevated her arms at her sides and did a little twirl to model it for him. "It suits you!" he complimented. She curtsied. She then walked up to the woman attempted to slam the rubber cock into her vagina, but she was not tall enough. "I can't do it," she complained. "Oh, we can fix that, Red," he assured her. He uncuffed the Fowley double and laid her down on the desk. He tied ropes around her ankles and wrists, attaching the other ends to a system of pulleys. He maneuvered the ropes until the victim's body was stretched out in an X-shape. Dana positioned herself between the woman's legs and thrust into her cunt. The rubber device did not go in easily, she had to push it in hard, tearing the delicate pink flesh to gain complete entrance. She moved back and forth several times becoming more excited as the black tool became coated in red blood. The now naked Vinnie came up from behind Dana and rubbed his raging hard on between the cheeks of her ass. "Oooh," the little redhead moaned in response. He spread her firm buttocks and inserted his cock in her tight sphincter. She moaned as he filled her; his studs hurt a little, but she liked the sensation. They rocked together in the throws of passion as the woman on the desk howled in pain. Mulder sat silently in his cage, stroking his erection. The male vampire completed his climax and noticed the slave pleasuring himself. "How dare you!" he bellowed as he yanked Mulder from the cage. He repeatedly slammed his fists into the man's face until his features were barely recognizable. Scully nervously licked the tasty blood off the dildo as she watched her partner take the beating of his life. When Vinnie tired of smashing Mulder's face into an oozing purple mask, he cuffed him face forward to the wall and began to pummel his kidneys. The pain was so excruciating; Mulder could no longer stand and hung limply in his shackles. Exhausted, Vinnie took the long slender horsewhip from the wall and gave it to Scully. "You take over for awhile," He said as he sat down in the chair. The redhead smiled wickedly and began beating her disobedient slave. He barely twitched each time the whip sliced into his flesh. The vampire king wrapped his arms around his naked queen and fondled her breasts. "Oh, Baby, you look so beautiful when you do that," he moaned into her ear before biting into her shoulder. She reached up and stroked his silky raven hair, pulling it lose from the ponytail as he feasted on her. She felt his erection growing again and grasped it eagerly with her other hand. Her sultry voice coaxed him to his full size, "You gonna fuck me again, Lover? You gonna give it to me?" He spun her around and kissed her hard bringing blood to her lips. She pressed her slick bald pussy against him in desire. "Nah, Baby. I'm gonna fuck your friend! He needs to learn how to be a better slave." He roughly pushed her away and rammed his dick up Mulder's virgin ass; his studs ripping his flesh. Mulder cried out in a rage of pain as he was impaled. He wept and begged for his tormentor to stop. His pleas were met with gales of laughter. "Stop it! You're hurting him!" protested a familiar female voice. Scully turned around to see Mystic in the doorway. The girl quickly made her way over to the scene of torture. She shoved hard at Vinnie but he did not cease his assault. She began punching and kicking him. The redhead came up from behind, grabbed her by the throat and pulled her backwards. Mystic slammed her Doc Martin boot into Scully's kneecap. The vulnerable, naked woman went down. Alarmed, Vinnie abandoned his attack on Mulder to protect his queen. "Don't you dare lay your filthy hands on her!" he growled. "Fuck you!" she spat in his face. He backhanded her. "You forget your position, Mystic," he scolded. "I forget nothing! He's mine. I found him first. You have no right to touch him!" The redhead got up off the floor and faced the girl. "Yours? He is not yours! He is MY slave and if I want to let Vinnie play with him, it is none of YOUR business!" The child laughed. "You silly, little, Bitch! You think you have any say in what goes on around here? You're nothing but a plaything yourself!" "How 'bout it, Vinnie? Am I nothing?" she asked furrowing her brow in question. He possessively put his arm around her waist and smiled. "Dana is my Queen." He proudly kissed her titian hair. "Your Queen?!!" The redhead smiled hautily at the moppet. Title: Floaters (part 3 0f 3) Author: Angel Brown XxXx "I'm your child! Your first born!" the girl reminded him futilely. "Yes, you are my child and don't ever forget that!" he warned. "You will remember to respect your father at all times as well as your new mother." "Oh, great! One big happy family! Is that it, Vinnie? Well, that's bullshit!" He grabbed her by the hair. "You need to learn to respect your parents!" he shoved her down into the wooden chair. "Dana, get me some rope." He tied the teenager securely with her hands behind her back. "What are you going to do to me?" she demanded. "Teach you a little lesson." He slipped his jeans and boots back on and gave Scully his knife. "Cut her clothes off." The flame haired vampire queen waved the knife slowly in front of her surrogate daughter's face. Her ice blue eyes gleamed menacingly at the girl. "My slave will NEVER be yours! You got that Little Girl?!" "Fuck you, MOM!" she screamed in rebellion. That comment earned her a slap in the face from her new mother. Vinnie came over carrying a motorcycle battery and a wooden board. "She still dressed?" he asked incredulously. "I thought I told you to cut her!" Scully quickly sliced the girl's shirt to ribbons, occasionally grazing her flesh with the blade until the girl's torso resembled and abstract painting in shades of red. The vampire king clamped electrodes around her big areolas. He attached the cables to the battery. The child jerked as the voltage shocked her slender body, blistering the tender pink flesh under the clamps. The grim reaper tattoo on her abdomen quaked as if coming to life. Her fangs bit completely through her lower lip as she tossed her head about, writhing in pain. Scully's eyes grew wide in surprise at the length Vinnie went to punish the girl. However, she rather enjoyed the nasty brat's misfortune. "Had enough?" he asked with a chuckle. Mystic shook her head; unable to speak through her pain filled sobs. He disconnected the cables. "I think I'll leave you here to contemplate the error of your ways." His queen smiled cruelly. "And now that we've disciplined the children for their misbehavior, I think it's time for a little amusement." She walked over to the brunette splayed out across the desk. She licked the woman's cheek. The Fowley look alike turned her head in revulsion. "Oh, I'm not good enough for you? You always were an uppity bitch, Diana! Why couldn't you just stay dead? You came back to get Mulder, huh? You couldn't stand for us to be together. You want to keep him all for yourself? Well, you can't have him! He's mine!!! Do you got that? You skanky whore!" She punched her in the face. Vinnie cocked his head, confused. "You know her?" "Yeah. She used to fuck my slave over there. She thought she could steal him from me; almost did; but Old Smokey had her killed." Scully smiled, baring her fangs. "But, she won't stay dead. So', I'm just gonna have at kill her all over again!" She grabbed the terrified woman's face in her hand. "Ain't that right, Princess? I'm gonna have to kill you again. Teach you a lesson." "Please, don't kill me," the woman begged. Mulder raised his head, trying to make sense of what he thought he was hearing. He had to be hallucinating. He thought he heard Scully threatening to kill Diana Fowley. But, that didn't make sense; she had been dead for months. "Come over here, Vinnie. Drink this whore's blood with me," she invited. The vampire was too disturbed to partake of his love's first kill. "No, Baby, you go ahead. I'll just watch." The redhead frowned like a petulant child. "You're no fun!" she pouted. Then, she smiled and turned her attentions to the intended victim. "I'm going to enjoy draining the life out of you, Bitch!" she promised as she sank her fangs into the main artery. She sucked deeply, gorging herself on the scarlet fluid. Blood rushed rapidly past her mouth and spilled onto her face, chest, and arms. She could not drink it fast enough. When the blood flow slowed, she stood up, blood dripping down her tiny bare body. She took a knife from the middle desk drawer and returned to the woman who was barely alive. She expertly made a "y" incision. Vinnie watched, fascinated, as she pulled the flesh apart. "Damn, I need a spreader. Ya got a spreader, Vinnie?" "Huh? No. No. I don't." He had always suspected she was involved in the medical profession. "Too bad. I'll just have to break the bones." She picked up a hammer from the floor and smashed the sternum. She reached in and grasped the still beating heart. She licked her beautiful bloody lips and severed the life-sustaining organ from the body. She held the pulsing muscle in her hands and bit into it ravenously. She actually ate the woman's heart. The macabre mistress reached back into the body retrieving the liver. She rubbed the reddish brown organ all over her body. "That'll teach you to stay dead, you bitch!" she said with a self-satisfied chuckle as she held the liver high above, squeezing hard, drenching her hair. She laughed, mad and ghastly, tossing her head to and fro, splattering blood in every direction, like a wet dog trying to dry itself. She threw the drained organ at Mulder. "What do you think of your lover girl, now?" she demanded. "Vinnie, we should let him fuck his sweetheart one more time. Whadda ya say?" The young man realized his queen had fallen over the edge of sanity. "No, Baby. That's enough. I think we've played enough for one night." He put his arm around her, guiding her to the cage. "You need some rest, Dana," he said as he eased her into the little metal prison. She smiled up at him. "Okay, Vinnie, I'll take a little nappy now." He closed the cage and locked it securely. Tears sprang from his red eyes. Mystic laughed. "Looks like Mom turned out to be a fuckin' wacko!" He smacked his child hard across the face. "Shut the fuck up!" he screamed. Blood oozed from her mouth. "Sorry." He walked over to the eviscerated corpse and cut it loose. He scooped the dead brunette in his arms and carried her outside. He threw the body in the water. XxXx Monday, April 10, 2000 8:30 Am J. Edgar Hoover Building AD Walter Skinner's Office The balding man sat at his desk. "What the Hell do you mean you haven't heard from them since Friday morning?!! They just can't have disappeared," he barked at the NYPD officer and slammed down the receiver. XxXx Yonkers, New York 1PM AD Skinner visited All That Jazz; the last place Mulder and Scully's bureau credit card was used at. "Walter Skinner, FBI," he flashed his badge at the flaming orange haired cashier. He pulled out two black and white photos of his agents. "Have you ever seen these two people?" "Ah, yeah. They were in here on Friday. The girl bought some Goth clothes for herself and some fetish wear for her boyfriend." The older man grimaced. "And do you know where people would go to wear these kinds of clothes?" "Oh...The Casba, Villa Nova, The Agora. If they're really into exhibitionism and heavy S&M, they might got to The Realm." "Uh, huh. Do you know the addresses of any of these clubs?" XxXx Skinner answered his cell phone. "There's been another vampire victim," the NYPD chief informed him. "It's not one of my agents, is it?" "Nah. Dark haired woman. Might not even be the same perp." "What makes you say that?" "Well, this one's missin' a few things." "What kind of things?" "The heart and the liver. They were taken out by someone who knew what they were doin'; made a nice "y" incision." "Scully," he mumbled. "What was that, Sir?" "Nothing. Keep me posted," barely escaped from his lips before he turned off the call. XxXx 5PM Lei's Japanese Steak House "Yeah. Sure. I know them," the restaurant owner confirmed. "I was scorin' with the redhead until this vampire chick talked her out of it." "Here in your restaurant?" "No. Villa Nova. It's a Goth bar in Manhattan. It's a classy place. I won't go in those other holes." "You say you were scoring with her?" "Yeah, she was rubbin' her little cunt all over may leg. We were smokin' up the dance floor." The AD felt his pleasure muscle stiffen as he visualized Dana Scully behaving erotically in public. "And the guy?" "He just sat at the bar and watched." "Figures," he muttered under his breath. XxXx 8PM Villa Nova The crowd was sparse in the establishment at this early hour. The balding federal agent wearing a suit and tie stood out conspicuously in the Goth bar. The bar tender, a 6ft tall, reed thin woman sporting the Morticia Adams look offered some advice. "Hey, Buddy, you look like a cop. It's bad for business. Why don't you go home, change clothes, and come back? It'll be better for both of us that way. Okay?" "Yeah. Sure. Thanks," he muttered and walked out. XxXx 11:30 PM Villa Nova Walter Skinner returned to the bar dressed simply in blue jeans and a tight black T-shirt that showcased the muscularity of his ex-Marine physique. His arms and baldpate were elaborately decorated with professionally rendered fake tattoos. He ordered an orange juice and grenadine, and settled down at the bar to observe the crowd. After an hour, he was feeling tempted to leave and look elsewhere when a young woman with a pink Mohawk approached him, "Hey, Big Guy, I can show you a good time." "Oh, yeah?" "Uh, huh," she murmured as she stood on tiptoe to kiss his sensual lips. He had forgotten how rewarding undercover work could be. Skinner slid his arms around the girl's slender waist and completely engulfed her tiny butt in his beefy boxer's hands. He tongued her deeply, feeling her smooth stud sliding against the inside of his mouth. He ground his hard groin against her bare belly. "You wanna go to a private room?" she breathed softly into his ear as he trailed hot, wet kisses down her neck. "Lead the way, Baby." She took him by the hand and quickly led him to one of the rooms in the back. The G-man was surprised at how nice the furnishings were leather couch, mahogany table, and dimmer switch for the lights. The pink haired girl quickly slipped off her red halter-top revealing tiny A-cup breasts with huge cherry red nipples. She pushed him down on the couch and straddled his lap. He eagerly swallowed one whole tit into his mouth, rapidly flicking the big nipple with his tongue as he tugged off her little red shorts. His big fingers eagerly explored her slick, bald, studded moose knuckles. He was delighted to find a small ring in her hood as well. He tickled the ring with little pulsing movements with his index finger. The girl came quickly with high-pitched squeals, making his fingers all wet and sticky. She happily pulled his tight T-shirt off and ran her hands over his expansive chest muscles. "You're so sexy," she moaned while pinching his nipples. He closed his eyes as she unzipped his fly and took his meaty cock into her mouth. She swirled her studded tongue over his purple head. He stopped her when he was close to coming. "Hey, hey, slow down." "Am I doin' something' wrong?" concern showing in her mouse-like eyes. "No. No. You're doing everything just right, but I want to fuck you." She smiled up at him, eager to please, "Really?" Everybody loved her blowjobs, but few guys ever fucked her. "Yeah," he breathed as he took a condom from his wallet. He slowly unrolled the ribbed rubber along his ample length. He lay back on the couch with his jeans around his ankles. The girl slowly mounted his erection, savoring the sensation as she slid all the way down. "Mmm...," she moaned as she rode him. Skinner found the hot metal of her studs and clit ring against his big balls extremely exciting. He lathed his tongue furiously back and forth between her cherry tipped titties as she fucked him. She howled in pleasure at her climax. He grimaced and groaned as he came after her. She lay down on top of him after he took off the condom, tied it and threw it on the floor. He softly stroked her skinny little body. "Why haven't I seen you here before?" she asked. "I've never had to go looking for my wife before," Skinner explained, keeping up his under cover persona. She sat up quickly. "You're wife! You came here looking for your wife and you fucked me?" she asked, alarmed. He smiled wickedly. "What's wrong with that? She's out fucking some other guy. Why can't I have a little fun too?" She smiled and looked at him invitingly. "Well, if I had a man like you at home, I wouldn't be out fucking around." He reached forward and inserted two fingers into her dripping hole. She closed her eyes and wiggled on them. "I really like you," he whispered as he licked her ear. "I...like...you...too," she panted, on the verge of another orgasm. With his fingers still inside her, he flicked her hood ring with his thumb and brought her completely over the edge once more. He rather liked the feeling of power he had over this young stranger. "Maybe you can help me," he said as he let the girl lick his sticky fingers clean. "Sure. Anything." He pulled his pants back up and took out his wallet. He opened it to a picture of Agent Scully. "Have you seen my wife around here?" "She's your wife?!" "Yeah! Have you seen her?" "A couple of times." "Really? Where?" "Ah, I saw her Friday night at The Realm and then I saw her here Sunday night." "Was she with a tall guy with short brown hair?" "She was with him on Friday, but she was with Vinnie last night." "Who's Vinnie?" "The Vampire King." "My wife is hanging out with a vampire?" "She's doing a lot more than hanging out if you ask me!" He shook his head in agreement. "So, where do you think I can find this Vinnie?" "He works at The Realm in the S&M room." "Can you take me to The Realm?" "Sure." XxXx Tuesday, April 1, 2000 1 AM The Realm The tattooed bald man entered The Realm with his arm draped possessively around the pink haired girl. Walter Skinner felt like he walked into a real X-File; the place was filled with all manner of freaks and perverts. He was shocked by the open sexual activity taking place all around him. These people didn't even have the decency to seek any privacy to perform the most intimate acts upon one another. His companion took him to the spanking room. The agent was horrified to see a blue haired man suspended by leather straps, hanging like a crucifix, naked with his pants down around his ankles. His back, arms, and thighs had been lashed to a bloody pulp. But, that was not the most disturbing part, another man with long black hair was inserting long needlelike instruments through the shaft of his penis! Skinner felt his balls tighten up in response to the sight. "Oh... my... God...," he whispered. "That's Vinnie," the girl informed him. "Which one?" "The fetish master, of course!" He took a deep breath and headed over to him. "Where's my wife?!" he barked. The vampire turned and smiled, revealing his fangs. "Guess that all depends on who she is. I never ask my clients their marital status." Skinner pulled his wallet and flashed the photo of Scully. Vinnie's eyes opened wide in surprise as he saw the picture of his once intended queen. Then, his face became a mask. "I don't know. Haven't seen her before." "You're a liar!" Skinner growled. "Am I?" "Where is she?!" The two men were standing toe to toe. The vampire could feel the jealous husband's hot breath on his face. Better to steer him in another direction. "Look, man, she was with some other guy. They came in here a few nights ago. He wanted her to whip him. She did. He really got off on it. They left together. That's all I know." "I know she was with you last night." "Fuck off! If you cant' satisfy your lady, that's your problem. Leave me out of it!" Skinner shoved him. "Where is she?!!!" The smaller man tried to hit him, but the professionally trained Skinner caught his fist before it made contact. Vinnie delivered a punch to his ribs. Years of boxing had toughened the big man and he barely felt it. He grabbed the vampire by the throat and squeezed. "I'm giving you a chance to live! Tell me where my wife is!!!" he bellowed. "I...don't...know," he squeaked. Skinner began punching him repeatedly. Two big bouncers, looking like members of ZZ Top, held him back. Vinnie kicked him in the groin. "Throw him out before I kill him,"Vinnie spat. The two hairy hulks threw him out the back door into an alley. Skinner got up, walked a few blocks to his car, called for back up, took his Magnum and badge from under the front seat and headed back to The Realm. He strolled into the spanking room, aimed his gun between Vinnie's eyes, flashed his badge and said, "You're under arrest for assaulting a federal agent." XxXx 3AM NYPD Interrogation Room "Look, you sick fuck, I want to know where Dana Scully and Fox Mulder are. What have you done with them?" Skinner screamed with his face just inches from the vampire's. "Nothing," Vinnie responded calmly. XxXx 5:30 AM Walter Skinner looked at the data sheet the FBI had produced on Vinnie Petrovich. No criminal record; not even a parking violation. He was a wealthy young man living in a penthouse in Manhattan. He was the sole heir to a shipping fortune; he owned a fleet of boats and a myriad of warehouses through out New York State. He was also the owner of two nightclubs: Villa Nova and The Realm. Skinner ordered a search of all Petrovich's properties. He chose to personally inspect the oldest warehouse, which had not been used in almost twenty years. XxXx 8:30AM Gravesend Bay The sea air smelled stale on this unseasonably humid April day. The AD and four other agents descended upon the abandoned warehouse in a forgotten area just south of Brooklyn. He yelled in a broken window, "Mulder, Scully, you in there?" No one answered, but he thought he heard a little girl singing. He finished breaking the remaining glass in the window and jumped in. The interior was still quite dark this overcast morning. He shined his flashlight around and viewed the after effects of Sunday night's abominations. A barely recognizable Scully sat naked in a cage, covered in crusted blood, and smeared with shit from head to toe. She was playing in her own feces, squishing it between her fingers, singing "the itsy bitsy spider..." in a baby voice. Skinner stood in dismay staring at the once perfectly poised woman. "My God!" he breathed. He strode over to the cage, "Scully, I'm gonna get you out of there," he assured her. "Daddy? Daddy, is that you?" "No. It's Skinner. Stay back, I'm gonna shoot the lock off the cage." "Daddy! I've missed you so much! Where have you been?" she crawled closer to the door of the cage. "Dana, for God's sake, stay back! You're gonna get hurt." She reached a shitty hand out toward him. "Ahab, when ya gonna take me sailing? Just you and your little Starbuck, huh?" Totally frustrated, he walked away from her and looked for Mulder. He found him hanging against the wall. He went to him and lifted his drooping chin. "Hey, Mulder, you okay?" he smacked his face to bring him around. "Fuck off!" the delirious man whined. "Hey, Mulder, its me, Skinner. You okay?" "Skinner?" "Yeah, it's me." "Scully. Where's Scully?" "She's here. She's...okay." "Oh, good. I had the strangest dream...she killed Diana and ate her heart." "Oh, God," the AD moaned. "Weird, huh? Most be the loss of blood; messes with your head." "Yeah, 'course it does. You just hang on, Mulder, I'm gonna call someone in to cut you out of those chains." "Thanks," he tried to smile, but it hurt his face. Skinner noticed Mystic for the first time. "What about the kid in the chair?" "She's a vampire. Did you catch Vinnie?" "Yeah." "Good. I hope that bastard fries." "Me too." XxXx Two Months Later Sunshine Rehabilitation Center Annapolis, MD The morning sun shone cheerily on the pink walls of the deluxe private room. Dana Scully sat silently, her vacant blue eyes staring straight ahead. Fox Mulder sat on the side of her bed. "Scully, Scully, it's me, Mulder." No response. He gently stroked her beatific face. "I miss you so much. Nothings the same with out you." He kissed her soft lips. "I keep thinking of you, of us, together." He brushed an errant strand of copper hair behind her ear. "Sometimes, I dream of you, on top of me, looking like a goddess." He pushed the remote causing the bed to move into a reclining position. He gently lifted her polkadoted hospital gown up to look at her alabaster body. "Oh, Scully, you are so beautiful." He suckled her breasts. He dipped his fingers between her auburn curls and stroked her until she was wet. Her eyes stared blankly at the ceiling while her nether regions responded to his touch. He unzipped his fly, releasing his erection. He proudly held his organ in his hand. "See? I told you I'd get it for you...a Prince Albert. You like it? It's just like his. Maybe if I get really brave, I'll get a ladder for you too." He knelt between her legs and gently entered her. "I love you, Scully. I love you so much." She didn't even blink when he came.