Legally: In my own little world, I own them. Unfortunately, this is the world were Fox owns them, so no infringement intended. Summary: An X-File that involves vampires. Note: No of this vampire stuff is 'real' or found in any books on vampires (or none I've read). Comments are strongly encouraged and needed. Send them to sunshine100@juno.com **Special thanks to The Emu for a great job of editing...without her lovely (and encouraging) comment this would really suck. ____________ Vampires by Diane Doty ____________ "Are you sure you're going to be alright?" His father asked, his right hand on the door nob. Briefly Bill wondered how his father could fake being concerned about leaving him. "Yeah, I'll be fine dad. You said yourself you _had_ to go to work." "I do." He sighed. "Okay. Be good then." "I'm sixteen years old, dad. I think I can handle being alone for a couple of hours." His father sighed again. "I know, I know. Bye Bill." "Bye dad." Bill watched his father pull the black pickup truck out of the driveway and into the street, before he slammed the door shut. He turned and kicked the wall. 'Every time I come he has to go to work!' he fumed, walking into the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator and pulled out a soda. When he turned around he was shocked to see Amanda Tomas standing in front of him. He blushed as he thought of the day he covered splashed her in paint when they were building the float for Home Coming. She had smacked him across the face when he tried to apologize. She gave him death looks every time she saw him. "Amanda? What are you doing here?" "I just wanted to apologize for being a total bitch this year." He eyed her suspiciously - people like Amanda did not apologize to people like him "It's understandable." "No it's not." she said, moving closer to him. "I was really wrong." She moved even closer to him. "I want to make it up to you." "It's okay. You -" He was cut off as her lips went to his. Her hands moved up to his head, gently running up his face. He briefly wondered why her hands were so cold. Her mouth moved towards his neck. He didn't feel her teeth as they dug into his skin. He felt it only as she began to draw his blood. He tried desperately to pull away. Her hands were clamped like a vice around his head. His arms flew around, in a desperate attempt to save his life. As she drew blood from him, he grew weaker, until he could fight no longer. Eventually, she let go. He collapsed to the ground. Gently she put her hand to the two tiny bite marks. When she removed her fingers the marks were gone. This was her 'power'. She could make the bite marks disappear. Without this power the people would surely find out that there were vampires in their town. She stood up once more and began to change. Her blond hair turned = black, her pale skin deepened to a light tan, and her blue eyes turned a= dark green. Her short frame lengthened to be taller, leggier. Where a teenager had stood there was now a sexier older woman. She smiled as she thought of Samuel, her husband. He had turned her into a vampire almost ten years ago. He had been one much longer. 'Your powers will grow with age.' he had told her once. Since he was 'older', he was more gifted with powers. He had amazing strength, and was able to read minds. Taking one final look at the boy's body she headed towards the back door. She'd go find Samuel now. *** "Mr. Kein?" Mulder asked as the front door opened. "Yes?" The tall man answered in a thick southern accent. "I'm FBI Agent Fox Mulder, and this is Agent Dana Scully. We're here to talk about your son's murder." Mulder explained, as he and Scully simultaneously pulled out their badges. "Oh...please come in." They entered the large house, following Mr Kein into the living room. The room had a 'south western' look to it. The couch was a light brown, with bites of turquoise splattered in it. On the back of the couch was an American Indian blanket. A matching armchair sat in the corner. The floor was a lightly stained wood with a trough rug covering the middle of the floor. "I won't be able to answer many questions, I still have many myself." Mr. Kein said, sitting in the armchair. Mulder nodded, studying the man. His eyes were full of sorrow. The dark circles under them were a tell-tale sign that said he hadn't been sleeping well. "That's understandable, Mr Kein." Mulder replied, sounding sympathetic. He and Scully sat on the couch. "Do you know anyone who would want to hurt Bill?" Mulder asked. "No. Not that I know of. He was a quiet boy. Few friends and fewer enemies." "He was the quiet type?" Scully asked. "Yes. Never really said much." "You left him at seven?" Mulder asked. "Yes, there was an emergency at work." "And you came home at nine?" "Yes. I went in the kitchen and..." His voice trailed off. "Was anything missing?" Scully asked, reluctant to push the suffering man, but knowing she had to. "No. I checked everywhere." The shrill ring of Mulder's cell phone made Mr. Kein jump. Mulder glanced at him apologetically as he pulled his phone from his coat pocket. "Mulder...Okay...What's the address?" He pulled a pad from his pocket and scribbled down the address. "Okay. We'll be right there." He put the phone back into his pocket. "There's been another murder Scully." he said, avoiding the frightened eyes of the man seated in the armchair. *** Mulder dropped his bag onto the motel room floor. He had held back his theories. He figured he ought to give Scully a break for once. The last case had been exhausting for them both and they needed a little time in between, but Skinner had assigned them and there was no getting out of it. His mind wandered back to the case as he stepped into the shower. Five murders so far. A twenty-two year old Japanese male, a forty-two year old white female, an eighteen year old black female, a sixteen year old white male, and the latest, a twenty-eight year old white male. The killer did not choose his victims by race, age, or gender. There was no pattern in the frequency of the killings either. Only two facts linked them all: they all occurred at night and the victims were drained of all their blood. He tried to think of the killer. There were two separate killers. The way the victims were placed told him. The first and fourth were lying where they were murdered; the second, third, and fifth were found in bed, arms folded over their chests. The two killers knew each other, and were possibly married or dating. He dressed, and combed his wet hair. He picked up the phone on the nightstand and dialed Scully's room. After the third ring, she picked up. "Scully." "It's me. I'm running up to a 7-11, do you want anything?" "Nope." "Okay. See you in the morning then. G'night." "'Night, Mulder." He hung up the phone and grabbed the keys to their rental car. ___________ Samuel stirred restlessly in the car seat. He hated driving in night traffic. He liked it much better before the car was invented. Much slower getting around, yes, but much quieter. He pulled the car into the parking lot of the 7-11. Even vampires enjoy Slurpees. When he entered the store his attention was immediately drawn to a tall man standing in line, waiting to pay for a bottle of Pepsi. Drawn by curiosity, he looked into the man's mind as he poured his Slurpee. Thankfully, the machine was positioned where he could see the man without having to turn his head. He stepped back in surprise. The man was thinking of his and Catherine's victims... he was with the FBI! Gathering his concentration, he pushed further into the man's mind... He was almost paralysed by the visions that swept through him. A little girl, being pulled away from him by an unknown force, desperately calling his name for help...an angry father taking his anger out on his son...a woman's voice on his answering machine screaming for help...the same woman, lying in a hospital bed, unmoving...the woman's sister dying because of him...an older woman lying in a hospital room about to die, not knowing... The cold of the Slurpee flowing over the top onto his fingers broke the connection. He watched the man leave, and then followed him, leaving the Slurpee on the counter. _____________________ Mulder knew he was being followed. To make sure, he made a right, onto another road. He frowned, realizing it was a less traveled road. Not wise when being followed. Looking back, he saw that the car was still behind him. He was staring at the road ahead, then he wasn't seeing it anymore. He couldn't see anything but white. Samantha appeared in front of him. "You let them take me! You ignored my cries!"