TITLE:     WAR OF THE LEGENDS 2
AUTHOR:    DONNILEE
E-MAIL:    donnilee@snet.net
RATING:    NC-17
CATEGORY:  MSR, O/O
KEYWORDS:  X-FILE
SPOILERS:  Duane Barry, 3
TIMELINE:  Near end of Season 7.  Requiem never happened.

SUMMARY:   Mulder and Scully learn who they can trust and
who they can't.  They need to choose a side and the wrong one
could cost them their lives.

WARNING:  Bizarre and rough sex between supernatural beings will be 
had in the course of this fic.  

DISCLAIMER:  All characters used from the show, The X-Files are the 
property of Chris Carter, Ten Thirteen Productions, and Fox 
Broadcasting.  No copyright infringement intended.  No money made 
here.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:  This story "could" be read on its own, but you 
would be better off if you read War of the Legends first, where 
you are introduced to the main original characters.

THANKS:  To my amazing friend and beta reader, FatCat, who comes 
up with the most brilliant ideas and solves all my sticky plot problems!  
Also, to XL for  his discerning eye in ferreting out my penchant for 
inconsistencies and keeping me from looking like a total idiot!  Love you 
both bunches!  XXOO

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PART 1 (PG)
ASHTON BOWER RESIDENCE
BATON ROUGE, LA

Mulder rang the doorbell next to the ornate front door.  He and Scully 
waited on the veranda of an impressive home on the outskirts of Baton 
Rouge.  There had to be at least 30 acres here and after the long drive 
up the street, they knew that there was no one within sight for miles.  

A woman opened the door.  She was dressed in an elegant, blue pantssuit 
with a white blouse and a string of pearls.  Her brown hair was pulled 
into a chignon at the back of her head.  "Hello.  May I help you?"  Her 
voice was cultured with a slight southern accent.

Scully thought she looked perfectly normal.  Then again, maybe she 
was.  The woman was not who they were here to see.  They flashed their 
I.D.s as Mulder introduced them.  "We're Special Agents Fox Mulder and 
Dana Scully with the FBI.  We're wondering if Mr. Bower is at home."

She eyed them curiously.  "What do you want with Mr. Bower?"

Scully answered, "I'm afraid we need to discuss that with him.  May I ask 
who you are?"

"I'm Patricia Bower, Ashton's wife."

"Is he home?" Mulder asked.

She nodded and stepped back, allowing them to enter.  The house was 
gorgeous with a sweeping staircase on either side of the foyer, leading 
up to a balcony that overlooked the front door.  A magnificent chandelier 
hung from the cathedral ceiling.  They were led into a living room and sat 
on a plush overstuffed couch.  She said, "I'll get him.  You may wait 
here."

They looked around as they waited.  Antiques were everywhere and the 
oil paintings that hung on the wall looked like expensive originals.  "Nice 
digs," Mulder whispered.

"Background check says he owns an import/export business that deals 
mostly in spices, sugar, teas, etc.  He uses the ports right here to move 
most of his product."

"I think I went into the wrong profession," he deadpanned.

"Really?  You think?" she teased.

He smiled at her and they both chuckled.  That's the scene that greeted 
Ashton Bower as he entered his living room.  "Agents Mulder and Scully, 
my wife tells me."

The both stood and turned to face him as he strode to the end of the 
couch.  They shook hands.  He was of average height, maybe five feet, 
ten inches tall.  He was thin with salt and pepper hair.  He was wearing a 
blue dress shirt and beige khakis.   Scully thought he looked like a 
perfectly normal, if affluent businessman in his leisure clothes. "Mr. 
Bower, we'd like to ask you some questions," Scully began. 

He gestured for them to be seated and they sat back down on the couch.  
He sat in a wingback chair on the other side of the coffee table, facing 
them.  "Would you like some tea or something to drink?" he asked.

"No thank you," Scully replied.

"What is this all about?" he inquired.

"I'm afraid we have some bad news," Mulder announced.

Ashton's brows furrowed together.  "Concerning what?"

"I'm sure you're aware of the murders that have been going on in the 
city."

"Yes, yes.  Very disturbing.  Fortunately, I have a state of the art security 
system here."

"The last victims, six of them, as a matter of fact, were found in the 
sewers below the city in the south end of town," Mulder said.

"This end of town.  Yes, I know.  I read it in this morning's paper.  They 
were, however, vague about the exact location."

"Well, even as far out as you are here, sir, you're still hooked to city 
water and sewer," Scully added.

"And?" he asked impatiently.

Mulder locked his gaze on the man.  "The bodies were found near your 
property.  The city officially owns the sewers, but some of the lines run 
under your land."

"I'm aware of that," he said curtly.

"Right, well, our killer or killers got into the sewers somehow.  Since the 
local police are unable to locate any manholes that have been tampered 
with in the immediate area surrounding the crime scene, we suspect they 
may have found another way in, a point of access to the sewers that was 
private.  They are a great place to hide bodies."

"I would imagine.  So what are you implying?"

"I'm not implying anything.  I think that you have a large piece of property 
here, surrounded by woods and it would be an ideal place to set up an 
auxiliary entrance to the sewers.  We'd like to have your permission to 
search your property and the surrounding woods for any evidence of a 
newly dug entrance."  Mulder watched the older man carefully.

"Couldn't you search from below in the sewers?"

Scully smiled.  "We could, but there are miles of tunnels and we're not 
familiar with them all.  We suspect this area because it's more remote 
than others and it would make the search easier for us."

"I'll have to speak to my attorney," Bower said to Mulder, effectively 
ignoring Scully's comment.

Mulder held his gaze.  "We can get a search warrant, Mr. Bower, but 
we'd rather not do that.  Cooperating with us would be a better way to go.  
I realize it's an imposition."

"It's more than an imposition, Mr. Mulder.  It's an invasion of privacy," he 
said coolly.  

Mulder didn't take his eyes away from the man's face.  "We're not asking 
to search your house, sir.  We're asking to search your property, just the 
land."

They stared at one another for a few long moments.  Finally, Ashton 
looked away and replied, "I'll speak with my lawyer and get back to you."

Mulder and Scully stood again and Mulder held out a business card he 
extracted from the inside pocket of his suit coat.  "My numbers are listed 
there.  Call anytime.  We need a decision quickly though.  Tomorrow 
close of business at the latest."

Scully readjusted her blouse's collar to lie over her blazer's lapel.  Mulder 
glanced at her and raised an eyebrow.  She nodded.

Bower said, "Why do you need to know by tomorrow?"

Mulder didn't flinch, staring into his eyes.  "Tomorrow night's a full moon, 
Mr. Bower."

The man's face turned ugly.  Scully couldn't explain it, but she felt a wave 
of malice come off him.  She had to force herself not to take a step back.  
They walked to the door with Bower trailing behind them.  Mulder opened 
the door and Mr. Bower asked, "What's that got to do with anything?"

Mulder turned to meet his stare again.  "I don't know.  You tell me.  Crime 
goes up on a full moon, that's for sure."

"Good day, Agent Mulder," he said crisply, once again ignoring Scully.

Mulder nodded and exited, Scully ahead of him.  They knew that he 
watched them until they were in their car.  As Mulder pulled down the 
long driveway, he looked in the rearview mirror and Bower was still 
standing in the doorway.

Ashton Bower slammed the door and bellowed, "Trish!"

She appeared at the top of the stairs and calmly descended them.  She 
stopped a couple feet away.  "What did they want?"

"We've got trouble."

XXXXXXXXXX

ENTRANCE TO CACADAS RD.
LOUISIANA BOYOU

A car stopped at the entrance to the overgrown dirt road leading into the 
bayou.  It pulled past and edged over to the side of the road, hiding in the 
trees.  The driver killed the engine, rolled down his window and waited.  
He knew she would find him, if she were still alive.  They had 
prearranged to meet on this night before all this nonsense started.  His 
heart was hammering in his chest.  Had she made it?

He didn't have to wait long.  He heard a twig snap and looked up.  There 
she was, her blonde hair shining in the moonlight.  He sagged with relief, 
not having realized how worried he was that she hadn't made it until he 
saw her again.  

She opened the passenger side door and slid in, closing it quietly.  She 
turned on the seat to look at him and smiled.  "I wasn't sure you would 
still come."

He held out his arms and she slid into them.  "God, I was scared," he 
admitted.  "I didn't think you were going to make it.  I'm sorry.  I wanted to 
do more, but they were on my tail.  They would have seen you."

"You dragged me out of sight.  That was all you could do.  I understood.  
Mission accomplished.  They didn't see me."

He petted her long blonde hair as her head rested on his chest.  "What 
happened?"

"Two cops came and searched the area.  They must have called in the 
troops, because then another cop and two FBI agents showed up."

"FBI agents?"

"Yeah, and you're not going to believe this," the girl said.

"What?" he coaxed.

"They saved me, Lothian."

His eyes widened.  "You've got to be kidding me.  Did they realize who 
you were?"

She smiled.  "They realized WHAT I was."

"Why did they save you?  They were human, right?"

"Yes, but ... they were different from any humans I'd ever encountered.  
The man found me and blocked everyone's view until the woman got rid 
of the cops.  Then the lady agent used a first aid kit to bind my worst 
wounds.  I'd been bleeding pretty badly.  I don't think I would have made 
it if she hadn't."

"Then what?" he asked.

"I was so weak I couldn't even talk.  The man handed me a pen and 
paper and I managed to write my name, the name of the house and this 
road.  They put me in the back of their car and brought me here.  Of 
course, they were descended upon as soon as they got up the road a 
ways.  I couldn't even talk to defend them."

"You took a big risk."

"I know.  I thought the Elders would be furious at me for revealing their 
location.  They weren't though.  I guess they figured it was easy enough 
to kill them if they needed to.  They were glad I made it back."

"They killed the agents?"

"No, that's the weird thing.  They held a Council meeting."

"Of Elders?" he asked.  "That's rare."

"Yes, but the Elders were already here."

"They've gathered for the war."

"Yes, we came for the same reason.  I was glad that I had a legitimate 
excuse to be here tonight.  No one knows I'd been leaving New Orleans 
and sneaking up here to see you, obviously."

"Oh God, Lyndlay, you nearly died.  I'm so sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry about.  It wasn't your fault."

"My people are killing your people, Lyndlay.  Who else's fault can it be?"

"And vice-versa.  It's not my fault either.  We're caught in the middle of 
this stupidity."

"What would it take to stop it, do you think?"

"I don't know.  Maybe if Turlus agreed to talk to Jakes again," she said.

"He's convinced Jakes double-crossed him.  He thinks the first meeting 
was a farce just to get Jakes and Sawyer into the sewers so they could 
map out the place.  Once Dalton killed Sawyer ... it was all over.  The 
man was a complete ass."

"Jakes didn't do anything.  Sawyer was the impatient one, apparently.  
That's what I've gathered from eavesdropping.  Sawyer disobeyed orders 
and took off by himself.  He didn't even tell his Partner, Ridley."

Lothian raised his eyebrows.  "That might be it."

"What?"

"The way to convince Turlus.  Even he knows that vampires always work 
in pairs.  They always have a partner.  Sawyer was there by himself.  It's 
obvious that he was going renegade."

"I think he wanted to take Jakes' place as head of the Clan.  I don't know 
that, but it's just a suspicion I have from what I've heard from my mother 
and father.  Moreover, if he did, he didn't even tell Ridley of his ambition.  
I'm convinced she had no idea.  Now she's with Jakes.  That's exactly 
what Sawyer wouldn't have wanted.  He despised the man."

"For what reason?"

Lyndlay held his gaze for a moment, giving him a very worldly smile.  
"Ridley Tayte.  Everyone knows that Jakes has been in love with Ridley 
for centuries.  I'm only 16 and I've heard the tales.  Jakes and Sawyer 
competed.  The Council always favored Jakes.  He's much more level-
headed.  Sawyer was a hot head, or that's what they say.  When the 
Council voted Jakes their Clan leader ... it was downhill from there."

"So Jakes hated Sawyer because he had Ridley," Lothian surmised.

"And Sawyer hated Jakes because he was voted the Clan leader."

"Oh what a tangled web we weave."

"Indeed, and Ridley was always caught in the middle.  She lived with 
Jakes in the same family for two hundred years.  They were made only 
50 years apart.  They've known each other forever.  Ridley's last partner 
died in a freak accident over two hundred and fifty years ago, before the 
Clan moved here to the bayou.  However, Jakes had a partner, Brianna.  
He fell in love with Ridley, but he wouldn't betray Brianna.  Then Brianna 
freed him from his vows."

"How?" Lothian asked, truly intrigued by the machinations and politics of 
the vampires.

"She opted for the long sleep.  When we do that, our partners are free to 
choose again.  She was weary and probably knew Jakes was in love 
with Ridley."

"So what happened?"

"Sawyer showed up.  He and a group of others had lived in Europe.  
Then the government came in and started clearing the forest they lived in 
and building roads through the mountains."
 
"Ah, progress."

"Yeah, so Sawyer and nine others set out a distress call.  Jakes' family 
answered, and the rest is history.  They lost one woman on the trip to 
Louisiana.  Guess who?"

"I have no idea."

"A woman named Amber.  One guess who she was?"

"Sawyer's partner."

"Right.  So he shows up single.  Ridley is single and about to be forced 
to choose a partner, but she has a little time.  Sawyer courts her and 
sweeps her off her feet.  My father says it was love at first sight.  Jakes 
was furious, but he couldn't do a thing about it.  He was the leader 
though, and the only one that could choose not to have a partner."

"He went all that time without a partner?"

"Yup.  Two hundred, fifty years."

"So, I guess Dalton did Jakes a favor."

"I'm not so sure.  I don't think everything's rosy in paradise if you know 
what I mean."

"Well, that isn't my problem."

"No, its not.  Let's get out of here."

"Where do you want to go?" he asked hopefully.

"Someplace dark and quiet and private."  

He smiled, kissing her, while he stared into her ethereal blue eyes.  She 
was only 16 years old, but sometimes, when he saw the wisdom in her 
eyes, he imagined that she was centuries old like her parents.  

Lothian was a thirty year old werewolf who knew he had no business 
messing with a 16-year old, let alone a 16-year old vampire.  He knew it, 
but couldn't seem to help himself.  He was drawn to her like no one he 
had ever met.  It wasn't just her beauty, though he thought she was more 
beautiful than any woman he had ever seen before.  She was wise 
beyond her years, had a loving, generous heart, and was definitely 
smarter than him.  That didn't bother him though.  It took the edge off the 
guilt he had for messing with someone so young.  In addition, she wasn't 
appalled or afraid of him; just the opposite, in fact.

He had tried to be logical and tell himself that that the difference of their 
ages made their relationship wrong, but it seemed that logic had nothing 
to do with it.  There were much bigger reasons than her age why they 
shouldn't be together.  Yet, neither one of them could resist the pull.  He 
wanted her with a hunger that was all encompassing.  

He drove slowly so as not to attract the attention of the police.  She 
slouched down in the seat, her black, Lycra, spaghetti strap dress 
hugging her in all the right places.  He pulled into the side parking lot of 
the Marriott and they got out.  He used the keycard for his room to open 
the side door and they walked to the service elevator with his arm over 
her shoulder, shielding her from the curious eyes of the few people they 
met.  He hit the button for the fourth floor.  As they rose up, he held her 
hand.  Just a few more minutes and he would have her all to himself for 
the rest of the evening.  It had to be tonight.  Tonight he would be able to 
control himself.

Tomorrow was a full moon.  

XXXXXXXXXX

PART 2 (PG-13)
WALSHEFORD HOME
LOUISIANA BAYOU

Ridley Tayte entered the study to find Malison, Melryk, Bareslay and 
Jakes all sitting down already.  They looked somber.  She took her seat 
next to Jakes and asked, "What's the matter?"

Melryk said, "Lyndlay is missing."

"What?" 

Malison said, "Bareslay gave her blood.  She healed and recovered 
quickly."

"That was only two nights ago," Ridley stated.

Malison said, "I know.  Somehow she slipped by us.  We were watching 
her."

"Why?" Ridley asked.

Jakes turned to her.  "Lyndlay survived that attack in the sewer.  She 
was with six full grown, experienced soldiers."

"So?"

"They were all slaughtered.  She lived.  Why?"

Ridley creased her brow in confusion.  "She got lucky.  She said she 
crawled into the alcove and they didn't see her."

"You saw her wounds, Ridley.  She couldn't even talk.  How could she 
have crawled anywhere?  Humans had to carry her back here.  Humans, 
for God's sake!" Melryk yelled.

Jakes gave Melryk a warning glance but said, "She was attacked by 
werewolves, Ridley.  They would have been able to find her by smell 
alone."

"Maybe she wasn't that weak when she crawled.  She was bleeding.  
Maybe she bled out after she was hidden."

Malison said, "We took some soldiers from our family down there, Ridley.  
We investigated.  There's blood all over the walkways and bridges.  We 
saw the alcove where she hid.  There are no drag marks, crawl 
smudges, no blood trails."

"I don't understand.  What do you think happened?"

Malison sighed.  "I questioned her and some things about her story just 
didn't add up, so I asked Melryk to investigate because I was worried 
about her.  She wasn't bitten, but she had deep lacerations.  I was afraid 
..."

"She'd been infected?" Ridley asked with amusement in her voice.  "Oh 
come on, Malison.  No one survives a Lycanthrope bite or their fluids.  
Thank God we can survive claw lacerations."

Melryk interrupted.  "Ridley, we think one of them carried her there and 
left her, didn't kill her for some reason."

"That's ridiculous!  They are killing us on sight, you know that."

He looked at the table and then over her shoulder at Jakes.

"What are you not telling me?" she asked suddenly.

He looked at her again.  "We think she was sneaking out on her own 
when we were back in New Orleans.  We didn't know where she went 
and we never seemed to be able to catch her at it.  We were busy and 
we let it go, figuring she was just being a wild teen and she would settle 
down."

"Now you think differently?" Ridley asked, trying to make sense of this.  
She still didn't understand why they were so upset.  Lyndlay was 
probably feeling claustrophobic and had gone out for walk.  They were all 
going to feel stupid when she walked in the door.

Malison reached into her pocket and extracted a piece of paper.  She slid 
it across the table to Ridley.

Ridley picked it up and read:

09/01
ENTRANCE TO CACADAS RD
LOUISIANA BAYOU
OCTOBER 14TH - 9PM

"Who do you think it's from?"

"I don't know," Malison said.  "But it was written over a month ago, which 
means she was planning on meeting someone here ... over a month 
ago.  That's before the Call came, before the war and before we moved 
here."

"Do you think it's someone in this family maybe?  Now fate intervenes 
and she's here anyway because of the Call.  So she keeps her 
assignation?  They could be out on the town."

"Could be," Malison said.  "We haven't done a head count around here 
but there aren't many single young men here."

"Who says he's young?" Ridley asked.  "Or single for that matter?"

"Ridley!" Jakes cried.  

"People break their vows, Jakes.  It happens.  You never did.  I never did 
... but whether we like to admit it or not, it happens."

Jakes frowned.  "I won't tolerate it if I know about it.  We'll question 
everyone in this house."
 
"I don't think that would be the best approach," Ridley said calmly.

"Why not?" Jakes asked.

"I don't think the entire family needs to know that a 16 year old girl has 
slipped under our radar and we have no idea what the hell she is doing, 
or who she's with at the moment."

He sighed.  "All right, we'll be discreet, but watch where people go.  In 
the meantime, do we want to send someone to look for her?"

Bareslay spoke for the first time.  "I'll go."

They looked at him.  "Not without a Foster or companion you won't," 
Melryk barked.  "You don't have a partner yet."

He looked down, the muscle in his jaw twitching in repressed anger.

Ridley said, "I'll go with him."

They all looked at her.  "Are you sure?" Jakes asked.  

She nodded.  "He can't be any safer than he will be with me," Ridley 
said.  "We don't need two teens sneaking out of here and I have a feeling 
that young Bareslay is going to look for his sister whether we give him 
permission or not," she said, eyeing him.  He smiled at her and blushed.

"Very well," Melryk said.  "Please keep in touch."

Ridley stood.  "We will.  Come on, young man.  Let's go hunting."

XXXXXXXXXX

Scully looked at Mulder once they were back out onto the State road.  
"Well, that was interesting," she said sarcastically.

"That's an understatement.  Did you see his face when I mentioned the 
full moon?"

"Yes, and it's weird, but I felt threatened immediately.  Like evil or malice 
was rolling off him."

Mulder smirked.  "Getting mystical on me, Scully?  That's not like you at 
all.

She smiled.  "Let's just say that after the last two days, I'm not as inclined 
to ignore my instincts as I used to be."

"I'm glad to hear it," Mulder said with a smile.  "If he isn't one of them, 
then he knows about them.  Why would any citizen resist assisting the 
police, especially on a case like this?  If he helped, he would be a hero."

"Because they have something to hide," she stated simply.

"Exactly!" he responded, banging his hand on the steering wheel.

"We can't jump to conclusions here, Mulder.  By all accounts, he is a 
ruthless businessman.  There is any number of reasons why he wouldn't 
want us searching his property, many of which could have nothing to do 
with these murders."

"That's the Scully I know and love, checking out all the angles," he said 
affectionately.

She blushed under his regard and then said, "Watch the road, Romeo."

He focused back on his driving and said, "So you're suggesting that 
perhaps Mr. Bower is into something else illegal and is hiding the 
evidence on his property?"

"I'm saying it's a possibility."

"I'd love to get a warrant for that house."

"We have no probable cause."

"I know.  I'm just saying I wish we could."

"Mulder ..."

"Sometimes you have to bend the rules Scully."

"Oh no!  We're not breaking into that house."

"Let's just keep an eye on him, monitor his comings and goings.  Maybe 
Lt. Penreth can help us with that aspect of the case.  He could put a 
deputy on him.  At least we'd know when he leaves the property and see 
where he goes.  He wants to be involved anyway, feel like 'his force' is 
doing something about these murders.  I'm sure he'll want the credit in 
the end anyway."

"I'll agree to that," she said.  

"Ridley's convinced that Bower is the one of them," Mulder commented.

"I know, but we need to show her a picture.  She said herself it was only 
a name she found in Jakes' records.  There was no picture to go with it."

"You took it?"

She smiled, "Yes, I did."  She removed the butterfly broach from her lapel 
and held it up.  "Saved for posterity."

"Let's get back to the station and arrange for Penreth to set up a 
surveillance team.  We can get the picture printed out while we're there."

"Then we'll go see her tonight and show it to her.  If she confirms, we 
might be able to come up with probable cause," Scully offered.

"If so, we'd only have one day to get a warrant."

"Or we could wait until day after tomorrow."

"I don't want to do that.  The quicker we move the better.  How many 
more deaths will there be in two days time?  The more victims, the 
harder it's going to be to cover this up from the locals, Scully.  If we do 
have to go up against the Werewolves, I'd rather we did it when they 
were in their human form."

"Me too.  I know they exist, or I think they do, but it's so hard for me to 
imagine.  Even now, even after seeing the vampires."

"At least vampires look human."

"Maybe that's why they are easier to accept."

"Maybe."

XXXXXXXXXX

BATON ROUGE PRECINCT
BATON ROUGE, LA

On the way to Penreth's office, they cornered one of the crime scene 
guys they recognized, Kyle Winton.  They asked if he would do them a 
favor and upload the picture Scully had taken with the small, digital 
camera that was hidden in her broach.  

Kyle was fascinated with its design and was babbling about how they 
should get these for the detectives.  Mulder reminded him that it wasn't 
admissible evidence because it was used for pictures taken without 
consent, and it was government issue, not for public law enforcement.

That didn't seem to bother the tech at all.  He slipped the USB wire into 
the port on the back of the broach and plugged it into the computer 
tower.  A moment later he had brought the picture up on the screen.   He 
whistled low.  "Oh man, don't tell me he's involved in this mess," he said.

Mulder shrugged.  "We're not sure.  Probably not," he hedged.  "Victims 
were found near his estate or under it as the case may be, and he's 
reluctant to let us search his property."

"Be careful with this man," Kyle warned.

"Why do you say that?" Scully asked.

He spun on his stool and regarded her.  "The man has juice.  He has the 
ear of the Governor and he finances a lot of local small businesses 
around here.  He's given a lot of people their start.  Problem is, once they 
owe him, they never know when he's going to collect."

"Collect what?" Mulder asked.

Kyle shrugged.  "Could be anything from a favor on up."  He pressed the 
button to print out the picture on his laser printer.

"Laundering money?" Scully speculated.

Kyle smiled.  "I'm not inclined to say.  Nobody's ever caught him at that."

"Caught him," Mulder repeated, homing in on the significant part of his 
statement.

Kyle turned his attention to Mulder.  "The man is connected, one way or 
another to almost everyone in power in this part of the South.  If you go 
after him, for anything, you better have all your ducks in a row.  That's all 
I'm going to say."

Mulder regarded him in silence for a moment.  "I appreciate the warning.  
Right now, though, he's not being accused of anything other than being 
an arrogant, insufferable prick."

Kyle burst out laughing and shook his head in amusement.  "I'd go along 
with you there."

"I'd appreciate it if you didn't mention this picture to anyone," Mulder 
added.

His smile fled and he asked, "Why?"  He handed Mulder the picture that 
had printed out.  

Mulder tri-folded it neatly and put it in the inside pocket of his suit jacket.  
"No need to start rumors that we're investigating him.  You know how 
that goes.  Like you said, it's probably nothing.  I don't want it leaked and 
get a ruckus started that could impede our real investigation into the 
murders."

"I hear you.  I won't tell anyone.  Good luck."

"Thank you."

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Kyle waited until Mulder and Scully exited the lab and the hydraulic door 
closed behind them.  He reached into his lab coat and took out a cell 
phone.  

He hit the speed dial and waited while it rang three times.  Finally, 
someone answered, [Hello.]

"Hi.  It's Kyle.  I need to speak to Turlus."

[One moment please.]  He waited, drumming a pencil on the counter top.

[Yes?] 

"There were two FBI agents here."

[What did they want?]

"They had me develop a picture of  
Ashton Bower."

[Did they say anything else?]

"No, in fact, they indicated he wasn't officially under investigation."

[But you think differently?]

"I think they are watching.  I don't think the department knows what they 
are doing."

[Fucking snoops.  They know about the sewers.  We weren't able to get 
rid of the bodies quickly enough.]

"Not good.  I get the distinct impression these two aren't impressed with 
our Lt. Penreth.  I'm not going to know what's going on through my 
contacts here.  I think they are doing a little side line investigating."

A grunt sounded on the other end of the line.  [We're meeting tonight.]

"Tonight?  With the feds in town?"

"Yes, we have no choice.  We need to discuss a game plan so 
everyone's on the same page."

"Usual place?"

[Yes, the usual place.  Put out the word.]

"Will do."  He hung up without saying goodbye.  He immediately dialed 
the person he was assigned to call.  They would in turn, call the person 
they were assigned to with the information.  This way, no one really knew 
who all of Turlus' confidantes were.  It was a clever way to do things.  
Something was afoot.  They had to find a way to stop the police and FBI 
from interfering.  

Both sides had fucked up by not disposing of the bodies in their frenzy to kill 
as many of the enemy as possible.  It had all happened so fast.  Neither 
side was used to war or had planned a strategy to keep their campaign 
under the radar of the human world.  They had left a trail of evidence and 
now they were going to pay the price.  Kyle blamed Turlus.  He should 
have taken control of this situation from the beginning.  He'd love to see 
him knocked off his pedestal.  Problem was he was a dangerous and 
ruthless man.  Look what happened to Dalton.  One wrong move and ... 
pow!  

Even as he questioned the wisdom of their fearless leader, he knew he 
would do whatever Turlus told him to do.  What choice did he have?

XXXXXXXXXX

PART 3 (NC-17)
COMFORT SUITES
BATON ROUGE, LA

They ate an early dinner and returned to their suite to settle in and do 
some research while waiting for the appointed time to meet Ridley to 
arrive.  They'd both showered and changed into casual clothes better 
suited to the hot, humid, southern climate.

Scully entered the living room and sat down next to Mulder on the couch.  
Papers, pictures, and books surrounded him.  "What are you doing?" she 
asked.

"A little research.  Just when you think you know everything there is to 
know about werewolves, you find new information," he said distractedly.

"Like what?"

"The Loup Garou is a popular legend in Louisiana history.  Says here all 
the people of the bayou land fear them.  The legend contends that they 
hold conventions on Bayou Goula every St. John's Eve.  June 23rd, for 
those not in the know," he quipped.

She smiled.  "What else does it say?"

"Says if you're bitten, you become one of them.  Bullets will pass through 
them, but they are afraid of frogs, of all things.  Even more interesting, if 
you sprinkle salt on them, they catch on fire."

Scully laughed now.  "Frogs and salt, huh?"

He grinned.  "Somehow, I don't think this text is going to be all that 
helpful," he deadpanned.  "This stuff, however, I got off the internet," he 
said, holding up a pile of papers.  "It says that there are different breeds 
of Loup Garou, or Garou for short."

"Oh dear," she said with a sigh, clearly amused.

He looked at her with a straight face and said, "This is serious business, 
Scully.  After all, if we are in danger of being killed by one of these 
creatures, aren't you interested in which breed is going to kill you?"

"Not particularly," she said in a teasing voice.

He continued as if she hadn't spoken.  "The Lupus, or Lupine, are the 
ones born of wolf stock and are closer to nature and apparently look 
down their noses, or should I say snouts, at human born Garou, because 
they've horned in on their hunting ground.  Rule Number One, never 
trespass on a werewolf's hunting ground.  Remember that," he said 
sternly, pointing his finger at her in a dramatic fashion, suppressing a 
teasing smile that wanted to emerge.

"You know, Mulder, there is such a thing as too much information."

"Ah, but this is fascinating, Scully.  Who would have thought these 
legends and myths were so well developed?  It goes on to say that the 
most common of the Garou is the Homid, those born of humans or 
transformed from humans.  They deal with the modern world better than 
the Lupus, however, they are not as strong as the Lupine.  Apparently, 
they are more well balanced between their wolf and human natures."  He 
paused.  "See that?  We can hope we're dealing with Homids.  They 
won't be as strong."

"I'm captivated," she said in a bored voice.  

He glanced at her and didn't miss the slight upturn at the corner of her 
mouth that betrayed her amusement.  He loved to amuse Scully.  It was 
one of his favorite pastimes.  

"The Metis are the next type.  These are apparently considered 
abominations.  They are the product of a mating between a Homid and a 
Lupus, and are often deformed.  In addition, they usually change forms 
before they can even walk.  Some live, but most are put to death."

"Charming.  You don't really believe all this, do you?" she said 
suspiciously.

"That's the thing, Scully." he said, becoming suddenly serious.  "What the 
hell are we supposed to believe?  Vampires and werewolves are 
considered to be legends and myths.  Then we meet real vampires and 
find out that only half the myths are untrue.  There's just no way to know 
what to believe about the werewolves.  It's frustrating.  I mean, I do 
believe that werewolves exist.  If vampires exist and they tell me 
Lycanthrope's exist, who am I to question it?  Then again, much of this 
stuff about breeds and meeting on holidays seems like rubbish.  Who 
knows, though?  There are some human pagan religions that get pretty 
weird with their rituals.  Why not other species?"

"That's the 64,000 dollar question, Mulder."

"There is stuff here on organization as well."

"What do you mean?"

"The way they operate politically."

"You think they are that sentient?"

He looked at her again.  "Why not?  Vampires are."

"I suppose," she said, reluctantly.  

"According to this other website, the smallest group is a Pack, which I 
figure would correspond to the 'Family' among the vampires.  Several 
packs banded together are called a Tribe, which I figure corresponds to 
the vampire 'Clan'.  Then you have tribes together that form a Sept.  
There are all sorts of named positions here from Leader to Guardian to 
Den Mother."

Scully snorted.  "Interesting, Mulder.  None of it helps us find what we're 
looking for though."

He sighed.  "I agree.  Surprisingly, I want to help the vampires, and not 
just to save my own skin."

She stared at her partner, appraisingly.  "Tell me you're not looking for 
redemption, Mulder," she said seriously. 

His gaze held hers.  "Not really.  It's strange.  I've spent my whole life 
trying to search for the truth.  The payoff, of course, was to expose 
phenomenon to the world for what it was.  Ironically, now that I'm faced 
with fool-proof evidence of the existence of something supernatural ... I 
have no desire to tell anyone."  His voice held a note of surprise and 
confusion.

Scully slid down the couch and curled up next to him.  "Well, our butts 
are on the line."

"I know, but even if they weren't, I don't think I would expose them.  I 
sympathize with them.  They are a dying race.  There are about 200 of 
them in Louisiana alone, but even if there are that many in every state in 
the union, you're still talking only 10,000 of them."

"Ten thousand vampires are a LOT of vampires, Mulder."

He chuckled.  "I guess so, but in the overall picture, humans outnumber 
them by the billions.  Just think of this, Scully.  If they were as bad as the 
legends state, there would have been unsolved murders and 
exsanguinations all over the United States for years.  They just aren't the 
threat to society that we've been led to believe."

"I suppose."

They were silent for a few minutes.  Mulder finally said, "We have a 
couple hours to kill before we head out to meet Ridley."

"Umm, hmm," she hummed in the back of her throat.

"Wanna fool around?" he blurted out.

She burst out laughing at the boyish excitement in his voice and buried 
her face in his tee shirt.  "You are too much, Mulder."

"You didn't answer the question," he persisted.

"What did you have in mind?" she asked saucily, raising her head to 
gaze into his eyes.

He grinned at her.  "Boffing your brains out."

She groaned in mock horror.  "I don't know if I can take it, Mulder.  I'm 
still sore from last night."

He stuck out his bottom lip and frowned.

She laughed again.  "Oh now, don't pout, you big baby!"  She couldn't 
resist that lower lip.

He pulled her to him and laid his mouth over hers.  He kissed her 
reverently and pulled back, sticking out his lip again.  

She was trying to hold back her mirth but not succeeding entirely.  She 
straddled his hips and leaned forward.  She began sucking on his bottom 
lip.

He groaned, all humor gone in an instant.

She felt him harden against her juncture and was flooded with wetness.  
'God, that was quick,' she thought.

His hands slid under her shirt and roamed up her back, then switched to 
the front, teasing her nipples and gently squeezing her breasts.  "Oh 
boy," she breathed out.

He chuckled.  "Let's take this party into the bedroom."

"Mine this time," she said. 

He nodded and they stood up, making their way into her bedroom.  They 
didn't bother shutting the door.  They quickly stripped and began kissing, 
falling onto the bed.  

This time, he took his time exploring her body, kissing, licking and 
nipping his way down from her neck to her knees.  He moved back up 
and gave her a sly smile.

XXXXXXXXXX NC-17 PORTION XXXXXXXXXX

She grunted softly as she felt his mouth cover her sex in an open-
mouthed kiss.  His tongue began licking her lips and exploring her folds.  
She moaned at the sensations ripping through her.  How could she want 
this man so much?  Her desire for physical contact with him was nearly 
overwhelming, yet they had gone years without this physical expression 
of love in their relationship.  She wondered how the hell they had done it.  
She had never felt passion like this.  She'd had a traitorous thought earlier 
today that last night might have been a fluke.  Nope.

When he had her writhing and moaning and on the verge of orgasm, he 
stopped.  She nearly screamed with frustration.  "Mulder!" She heard his 
infuriating chuckle as he moved up over her body.  "Laugh now, buster.  
Payback's a bitch."

He smiled and cut off any further words with a kiss.  They moved into 
position and she reached down to touch him.  All arrogance left his face 
as she wrapped her hand around him and stroked his velvety hardness.  
She looked down to see his erection lying in her hand.  The sight of it 
excited her.  It was evidence of his need and desire for her, something 
she never thought she would have.  She was still achy inside, and yet, 
she couldn't wait to feel him deep inside her again.  "Now, Mulder," she 
urged him.

He shifted, putting his hands near her shoulders.  Then he entered her 
completely, hard and fast.  

She cried out, "Mulder!"

He held still and gave her a moment to adjust.  When he felt her relax, he 
began moving back and forth, slowly, languidly, rotating his hips with 
every stroke.  They both moaned as he pinched one nipple and then the 
next.  

He aroused her like no man ever had.  He kept thrusting, gently and 
easily into her wet sheath.  She could tell he was being careful not to hurt 
her.  It made her heart warm to know how much he cared.  

He shifted, coming down on his elbows and letting more weight fall on 
her torso.  He ground into her, crushing her clitoris between their pelvic 
bones and their joining.  

She arched and climaxed.  It was a quick and hard orgasm and she 
grunted loudly when it took her.  If someone had asked her before 
yesterday if anyone could give her multiple orgasms, she would have 
laughed in their face.  Today though, she knew what Mulder was capable 
of doing to her body.  He wouldn't stop.  She knew that was only the first.  
She could see it in his face, the determination to bring her pleasure.

He waited, still huge and hard inside her while she rode out the 
aftershocks of her orgasm.  When she opened her eyes, he rolled them 
over so she was on top.  Her body sank down further on his erection and 
they both moaned at the exquisite ache.  

Her loins ached deliciously.  She rode him slowly, rising up as high as 
she could go and sliding back down in smooth, long strokes.  Her hands 
went to his chest and she dragged her thumbs over his nipples. 

He gasped and jerked his pelvis up into her in an uncontrollable reaction.

She squeaked in surprise. 

He stilled her with his hands on her hips.  "Don't do that unless you want 
to drive me crazy, Scully."

She gave him an impish smile and he moaned at the sight of it.  

"I mean it, Scully.  Those are serious hot spots for me.  Do that, and slow 
and gentle is ALL over."

Her smile faded and she gyrated her hips with him fully impaled, trying to 
decide what she wanted.  Did she want to continue the languid love fest?  
The sounds he was making began to drive her wild.  She loved to pull 
groans and gasps from him, knowing that she was affecting him as much 
as he was affecting her.  Suddenly, she didn't want slow and gentle.  She 
wanted to see him out of control.  It excited her to know she could drive 
him wild with lust and passion.  She'd found that out last night.  His face 
contorted in ecstasy was one of the most beautiful things she'd ever 
seen.

Her hands slid over his washboard abdomen and up to his pectorals.  
She held his gaze as her fingers deliberately moved down.  

He watched her with growing excitement, tracking her hands.  His 
breathing sped up as she approached his hot spots.  Oh Lord, was she 
going to push it?  Did she want it crazy and wild like last night?  He didn't 
want to hurt her but he ached with desire to repeat last night's intensity.

Her thumbs and forefingers came down on his budded little nubs and 
pinched quickly.  She scraped her fingernails across them.  

He shouted, "Oh fuck!  Scully ..." his voice warbled, holding a note of 
warning.  

She leaned down and latched her lips around one nipple.  She began 
sucking hard as her other hand scratched lightly on the other one.  He 
roared, "AAAWWWWWWOOOHHHHHHH!"

Before she knew it, he bucked wildly and flipped them over.  He came 
down on top of her, his weight crushing her into the mattress.  He began 
to pump into her wildly.  

"Oh Jesus, Mulder!" she shouted as she felt her juncture flood with 
wetness.  Her interior muscles were so sore and every stroke was an 
exercise in pleasure/pain.  He thrust hard and deep until she was 
moaning and twisting beneath him, throwing her hips up to meet his 
thrusts, pleasure overtaking pain.  A sudden really hard, deep thrust hit 
her, another, another and then one more.

She was flying.  Pleasure ripped through her entire body and made her 
head spin as she convulsed through her second orgasm.   She arched 
again as he kept thrusting into her.  Finally, she was limp and sated 
beneath him.  He was throbbing, still huge and hard within her.  What 
was he going to do now?  

He retreated and watched her wince.  He knew she'd had an orgasm, but 
he'd hurt her too.  "I don't want to hurt you," he panted.

"Give me a minute.  I am sore."

"I know."  He gritted his teeth, knowing he was too far gone to stop now.  
He had to fuck her now.  Then he remembered his question from the 
night before.  "Scully?"

"Yeah?"

"Wanna try something new?"

"Already?" she asked, chuckling.

"You're sore and I think I have the solution," he said as he pumped 
gently. 

She moaned at the soreness, unable to hide her discomfort.  "What?" 
she asked.

His head came down and his lips brushed her ear.  "Let me take your 
other virginity."

"Oh Jesus."  She opened her eyes and looked at him.  His eyes were 
black with arousal and lust.  His lips were swollen and his face was 
flushed.  He was so sexy.  In that moment, she realized she wanted to 
see that look on his face as much as humanly possible for the rest of her 
life.  She trusted him.  There was nothing that she wouldn't give freely to 
him.  "Do it," she whispered.  "Fuck me that way."

XXXXXXXXXX 

He slowed to a glacial pace as he let her words sink in to his heart.  He 
came up on his knees and bent her legs back towards her chest.  His 
fingers slid around her hip and between her ass cheeks.  She lay still, 
letting him have his way with her, unafraid.  He slid his cock out and 
used two fingers to scoop out her juices.  He probed her tight ass muscle 
with his slick fingers.  She groaned, not protesting, as he slid back into 
her and pulsed his cock head in and out of her pussy lips, occasionally 
sliding up to stroke against her clit.  He pulled back, scooping more of 
her juices.  They were already running down the crack of her ass 
anyway.  He probed and pushed and stretched, finally sliding his finger 
inside.

In minutes his finger was sliding in and out easily, her nether lips leaking 
juices down to lubricate his fingers.  He went to two fingers and she took 
them easily, groaning.  He looked up at her face and he saw a hint of 
fear mixed with the arousal.

He kissed her toe and whispered, "Trust me."

He saw her face soften.  He was going to put in three fingers, but the 
devil in him made him stop.  He didn't want to hurt her but he didn't want 
her too loose either.  He knew it was perverse but he wanted to feel his 
cock push her open.  He wanted her to be tight.  Her pussy had been 
tighter than any he'd ever experienced.  He was shaking with anticipation 
at the thought of her rectum wrapped around his rod.  He stroked his 
eight inches, wondering if he could fit it all in her.  It barely fit in her cunt.

His hands trembled as he guided her onto her stomach.  He propped two 
pillows under her hips and she hugged a third, laying her cheek on it, her 
head tilted to the side.

He slid into her tight little sheath again to spread her wetness all over his 
cock as he held her cheeks apart.  He groaned, sliding out and pausing 
to look at his cock head against her anus.  His glans looked massive, 
three times the size of her crinkled muscle.  He rubbed his hands on her 
cheeks, patting them lightly.

She moaned as his pats increased in intensity until he was slapping her 
gently, just enough to turn her ass slightly pink as the blood came to the 
surface.  He rocked his hips and the head of his cock stretched her and 
bounced back.  He kept rocking his hips, watching his glans spread her 
wider and wider with every pulse of his hips.

He began whispering.  "Oh yeah.  Gonna fuck your ass, Scully.  This is 
the ultimate trust, baby.  It's like giving me your virginity.  Oh, its gonna 
feel so good when I split your virgin ass open."  Just then, his cock head 
broke through the muscle and popped inside.  She groaned and hugged 
the pillow tighter.

"Oh fuck," he said, barely audibly.  He grunted, rocking some more trying 
to edge his cock inside.   "Push against me a little when it's comfortable, 
Scully," he coached her.  As he retreated he watched the ridge of his 
glans pull on her muscle and stretch it smooth.  

She was dizzy from the pleasure/pain and all he had was his tip inside 
her.  She panted, consciously relaxing her ass and felt him rock again.  
He was pushing and prodding his way deeper inside her.  She felt the 
initial dart of pain give way to a burning, stretching feeling that made her 
clit literally vibrate as she clenched her inner muscles.  She gasped out, 
"Take it, Mulder.  All of me.  It's all yours.  I give it all up.  Take it, oh 
yyyeeeeaaaahhhh," she moaned as another inch slide slowly inside.  "Do 
it, take my ass, Mulder.  I'm ready.  Fuck me.  There's nothing I won't 
give you," she reminded him, knowing it turned him on to know she 
trusted him so much, even with this incredibly intimate act.
 
He felt another wave of dizziness as his arousal ratcheted up another 
notch and he felt his cock harden slightly.  "Oh fuck, I didn't think I could 
get any harder," he moaned.  He leaned forward, balancing on his knees 
and grasped her breasts, one in each hand.  He lifted her up, using her 
breasts as hand holds until she was upon her knees.  He grunted and 
thrust, driving into her hard.   She sobbed at the intense sensations.  He 
looked down and said, "You've got half of it baby.  Think you can take the 
other half?"

She moaned, limp in his arms, his body cradling hers, her ass perched 
on the top of his throbbing cock.  He began thrusting up; literally 
bouncing her body up and then letting her weight carry her down.  Each 
thrust sunk another half inch of him inside her.  When there was one inch 
to go, he said, "Do you want it like this or do you want to bend over?"

"Bend over," she whispered.  She flopped down and cradled her pillow 
again, wondering at her arousal and her willingness to go along with all 
this.  He moved with her and spread out on top of her.  He let his body 
come down on her, his legs outside hers and only slightly bent.  He slid 
his hands back underneath her, squeezing her breasts.  She 
remembered being inflamed by his words the night before.  It made her 
feel so wild, so NOT prim and proper.  She could be this way with Mulder 
and not worry that he would be shocked by her abandon.  "Talk dirty to 
me, Mulder.  Oh please.  Tell me what's in that head of yours.  What are 
you thinking?"

He gasped.  Scully wanted him to talk dirty to her?  This was a dream 
come true.  He'd always feared that if they did get together, his tendency 
towards crudeness in the midst of passion would repulse her.  It had 
happened with others before and he'd been afraid he'd gone too far last 
night.  Apparently not.  This thrilled him. 

His voice floated into her ear in a sultry whisper as his body covered her 
back, his cock sliding in and out no more than an inch or two.  "Do you 
know how perfect your ass is?  Do you?  Every man that looks at you 
wants to be right where I am now.  Did you know that?  The way the 
perfect, little, heart-shaped bubbles of your ass sway when you walk; it 
makes every man within sight hard as a rock and wanting to ram his 
throbbing meat deep in your hot, little ass."

She groaned, inflamed by his crude words, rather than repulsed by them.  
She was way past the point where anything could offend her.  She 
managed to choke out, "Your ass isn't so bad either, Mulder."

He barked out a laugh and said, "Ready?"

"Yessss," she hissed.

"Oh fuck, Scully.  Take it all."  He thrust hard, downward, driving her into 
the mattress and sinking the last inch of his cock into her ass until his 
pubic hair scratched her labia.

She grunted.  "Oh my God," she whispered.  "You're so fucking huge!"

He made short, easy thrusts at first, but slowly built up his speed and the 
length of his thrusts as he babbled and groaned, until he was giving her 
his full length every time.  

She felt like she was splitting in half, but surprisingly, there was no pain.  
He'd lubed her well.  She just warbled out a whimper when she felt his 
cock put pressure on her G-spot as it slid by through the thin vaginal 
wall.  He immediately noticed the change in timber in her voice and said, 
"That the spot, baby?  Huh?"

"Yeeeaaahhh," she groaned.

"O.K.," he said and began thrusting into her in long, easy strokes.  He 
began twisting his hips as he stroked down, allowing him to enter her at 
an angle and stretch her a little further.

She wailed at the burning, stretching sensation and climaxed 
immediately.  "Please, Mulder.  Talk to me!  Talk dirty to me!"  Then she 
tuned into his babbling again, finding that his aroused, rough voice was 
turning her on almost as much as his big cock as he complied with her 
request.

"Oh fuck.   Hundreds of men have wanted to pop your ass cherry, Scully.  
They've fantasized about breaking your petite backside open on top of 
their towering, rock hard cocks, but I'm the FIRST.  I'll be the LAST, the 
ONLY.  I'm the first one to plow your tiny behind.   Oh Lord, you're so 
fucking tiigghhhtt!"  He continued thrusting as he rasped into her ear 
between pants.  "Watch from now on.  Pay attention and you'll see them 
staring at your ass.  I see them all the time and I know what they're 
thinking, 'cause I'm thinking the same God damned thing!  They all drool 
over your ass.  I've even caught Skinner doing it, staring at your little 
backside as we leave his office.  Made me want to bend you over his 
desk and take you right there just to show him that you belonged to ME.  
Only ME.  Tell him he didn't stand a chance.  Oh yeah, he'd break the 
rules for YOU, Scully.  If he thought you'd let him punch his cock up your 
ass, he'd break every rule in the book.  I know what he does when he 
goes home.  I know, because I did the same thing.  I'd go home at night 
with visions of that upturned, little ass in my head and fantasize about 
bending you over and laying your butt cheeks wide open as I rammed 
inside.  Think about it, Scully.  Hundreds of men have fantasized about 
burying their dicks deep in your petite, little ass; even Mr. By-The-Book 
Skinner.  He's probably jacking off right now, wondering what it would 
feel like to be balls deep in your ass.  From now on, every time some guy 
ogles your ass, you're gonna think of my thick, hard dick, aren't you?  
Yeah, baby.  You're gonna see them staring and remember MY eight 
inches of pipe-hard cock shoved deep in your bowels to the hilt ... BANG 
... ING ... A ... WAY!"

"Oh Jesus, Mulder!" she wailed and climaxed again.   He was heaving 
his cock in and out of her ass now, nearly coming all the way out and 
plunging back in until his pubic bone collided with her ass crack.  She felt 
his nuts smack her soaking wet nether lips.  Suddenly, there was a 
sensual heat gathering in her loins and curling in her stomach.  She was 
going to come again already and wondered if she would survive it.

She felt her pussy flutter and her lips open wide with carnal need.  She 
felt her peak hit and felt her vagina squirt liquid out of her, showering his 
balls as they smacked into her.

He sped up, and she felt him harden yet again.  "Oh my balls ache!  This 
is so fantastic."  He bit back a scream.  "Fuck, Scully, I'm finally gonna 
come.  Gonna fill your bitty ass with its first big load of jism.  Oh, I can 
feel it.  My nuts are gonna bust!"

She shouted an unintelligible sound and felt his hand slide off her breast 
and down to her juncture.  "Oh no," she mewled.

His finger came down on her mound, pushing harshly against her clitoris.  
At that same moment, his cock rammed deep inside, scraping over her 
G-spot.  She screamed, another blood curdling scream as her climax 
stopped its decent and abruptly sprang up to full force again.  

He pushed her mound harder, crushing her clitoris as he slammed into 
her harder.  Trembling bolts of ecstasy shot through her as she began to 
wail with another orgasm.  "Oh fuck yeah, baby!  How does it feel?  Huh?  
How does my long, fat cock feel shoved all the way up your ass?"

"So good!  Hurts so good, Mulder!  Oh JesusChristAlmighty!  I'm gonna 
come aggaaiinn!"  Her powerful bowel muscles collapsed on his cock 
over and over again, her climax causing them to clench down on him.  
She'd never felt anything like it.  She gulped in air and tried to look over 
her shoulder, catching a glimpse of his face.  It was contorted with 
concentration and ecstasy.

He shouted, "Yeah, baby.  You're giving it all to me.  This is so sexy to 
me.  You trusted me to crack your ass cherry.  It's ALL MINE!  Your little 
ass is coming on my cock.  Oh FUCK, you're so TIGHT and delicious.  
HERE IT COMES!"

She erupted in one last peak, her vagina and rectum expanding and 
contracting, squeezing his cock like a vice.  

He came up on his forearms, and let go, feeling long, hard, stomach-
churning spurts of cum spill into her ass as his balls tightened and 
clenched with every ejaculation.  His head spun in ecstasy as he lodged 
himself as deeply as he could inside her, feeling his cum backwash 
around his throbbing dick.

XXXXXXXXXX END OF NC-17 PORTION XXXXXXXXXX

XXXXXXXXXX

PART 4 (R)
COMFORT SUITES
BATON ROUGE, LA

They collapsed in a boneless heap, panting and sweating.  He 
summoned the energy to carefully back out of her.  She moaned and he 
flopped to the side, his eyes closed, a satisfied smile on his face.  

"Did I hurt you?" he asked, as he came back to reality.  It was the same 
question from the night before.

"No, I would have stopped you."

He sighed and hummed.  "So good, Scully.  God, that's the hottest sex 
I've ever had."

She moved over to crawl onto his chest and began kissing him 
sensually, slowly and deeply.  She hummed into his mouth.  "You put 
some pretty vivid images in my head with your running commentary."

He grinned.  "Did you really like that?  Once I got started, I couldn't stop.  
I was afraid I'd gone too far, just like last night."

"You didn't go too far, last night or tonight.  I loved it.  I have to be in 
control and so proper all day long.  It's fun to not have to be in the 
bedroom.  Just that is a big release for me, not to mention the mind-
blowing orgasms."

He grinned again and pulled her to him, her head resting on his chest.  "I 
love you, Scully."

"I love you, too, Mulder.  That was a good solution," she said.  "I know 
you were ad-libbing but it was so hot."

He looked at her with an amused expression.  "You think I was making 
that up?"  He could tell by the look on her face that she did.  "I wasn't 
making it up, Scully.  It's true.  Every time you walk by, men's eyes are 
on your ass.  It's bad in skirts, but it's even worse when you wear those 
butt-hugging slacks."

"You're imagining it, Mulder."

"No, Scully, I'm not.  Trust me.  Men are pigs."

"Well, I agree with you on that.  In any case, I liked your solution to my 
sore muscles."

He chuckled.  "I'll have to remember it for the future then," he joked.

Totally serious she said, "Yeah, we can switch back and forth so I can 
recover each time."

He nearly choked.  "Most women don't like anal sex that much.  If they 
do, it's a once in a while thing, Scully.  This was your first time, so it was 
exciting, but you may change your mind when you feel how sore you are 
tomorrow."

"Maybe, but I doubt it.  It made me feel wild and totally out of control, 
almost sluttish."  She buried her face against his chest and blushed at 
her admission. 

He snorted.  "You are a lot of things, Scully, but a slut isn't one of them."

"I know, but I 'felt' that way and I liked it, to be honest."

"No shit?"

She smiled against his chest. 

"Scully, we are going to have so much fun together," he crowed.

She chuckled.  "Yeah, well, we better have some fun in the shower right 
now.  We have to leave soon."

"You're on, partner."

XXXXXXXXXX

SPANISH MOON NIGHTCLUB
GOTH/INDUSTRIAL NIGHT
BATON ROUGE, LA

The D.J. was playing the song Mono Chrome by Torrent Vaccine, as 
they walked into the club.  It was dark and smoke hung in the air.  Scully 
watched as colored lights flashed near the D.J. and from the ceiling, 
casting precious little light on the bodies that undulated on the dance 
floor, their shadows and faces blending into one another until they looked 
like a writhing mass of black and silver.

She felt the music reverberate in her chest as they slowly made their way 
through the crowd towards the bar.  Mulder held tight to her hand, afraid 
to let go lest he lose her in the mass of bodies.  It was nearly standing 
room only.  At times like this she hated being short.  Elbows, boobs and 
chests flashed by her face as Mulder plowed through the crowd, clearing 
a path she could follow in his wake.  

They finally made it to the bar.  Scully slid onto a barstool and Mulder 
squeezed in between her and the guy on the next stool.  It looked like the 
only free seat at the bar.  He waved to the bartender who approached.  
Instead of trying to shout over the music, he pointed at the Heineken 
sitting on the bar in front of the man next to him and then held up two 
fingers.  

The bartender nodded and disappeared down the other end of the bar.  
Mulder nearly stumbled when the guy next to him listed drunkenly on his 
barstool, bumping into Mulder's arm.  He put out his hands to catch 
himself.  

Scully spread her legs and waggled her eyebrows as he watched.  He 
couldn't believe this new and open Scully.  He liked her a lot, though.  He 
stepped in between her legs, getting as close as he could, setting his 
hands on her hips.  She slid one arm around his waist.  The other she 
rested on his chest.  

She was wearing a black tank top and black jeans with black cowboy 
boots she'd bought yesterday.   An out of place windbreaker completed 
her ensemble.  He was also sporting black jeans, but had on a white 
wife-beater tank top.  He was wearing his leather jacket and sweating 
bullets.  It was October, but it was also Louisiana and there was no need 
for a jacket.  They'd both decided that they couldn't risk going out without 
their weapons, so they'd worn the jackets anyway.

The bartender set down the beers and Mulder handed him a ten- dollar 
bill.  He disappeared to make change.  They turned just in time to see 
Ridley standing two feet away, grinning at them.

She slinked up close.  Scully shouted, "Why meet here?"

Ridley smiled.  "Look around.  It's Goth/Industrial night.  I don't stand out 
much in here."

The two agents laughed and nodded.  The bartender returned with 
change and grinned at Ridley.  "Hey baby!"

She waved coyly.  "Jeremy!" she shouted.  "These are my friends.  Can 
we use the back room for a little bit?"

"Sure, honey.  Go on back.  There's no one here tonight."

"Cool.  Thanks, Jeremy," she shouted.  She motioned with her hand and 
they grabbed their beers, following her through the crowd.  When they 
reached the far end, she turned left and led them down a narrow hallway.  
At the end, she opened a door and they slipped past her.  

Ridley closed the door and the music immediately dipped to an 
acceptable level, muted by the oak door.  They looked around, noting the 
tables and chairs, some covered with felt.  

"What goes on back here?" Scully asked.

"They have card game tournaments back here sometimes."

"High stakes?" Mulder asked.

Ridley looked at him.  "Put away your badge, G-man.  Nothing illegal 
goes on in this club.  Jeremy runs a tight ship."

"The bartender is the owner?"

"The very same," she replied.

"You seem chummy," Scully commented without malice.

Ridley glanced at the door.  "I've known Jeremy for quite a while."

"Does he know what you are?" Scully asked idly.

Ridley smiled, not fooled by the seemingly mild question.  "Yes, he 
does."

Mulder spoke up. "I thought you said no human knew you existed."

She blinked slowly.  "Who said he's human?"

"Oh geez," Scully said under her breath.  She was still having trouble 
wrapping her mind around all this.  She noticed that their fangs were not 
visible unless they smiled or opened their mouths wide.  "Nobody's ever 
seen his ... fangs?" she asked finally.

Ridley said, "He only works the bar on Goth night.  People think they're 
fakes."

"Makes sense," Mulder said.  "Look, we went to see this Ashton Bower."

"We've long suspected he isn't who he says he is," Ridley offered.  
"We've been trying to figure out who among them has integrated into 
society and who is hiding out in the woods, so to speak.  They've gotten 
incredibly strong.  Someone funded the research they are doing.  It takes 
a lot of money to support research.  It takes even more to do it in secret."

"What is the goal of their research?"

Ridley hesitated.  "We think they are trying to find a way to make a 
formula which mimics the effect of the full moon on their bodies."

"Oh my God," Mulder said.

She nodded.  "It would allow them to change at will.  As it is, they are 
dangerous in human form.  Don't forget that.  They are twice as strong as 
a normal human.  When they shape shift, however, they become crazed 
and deadly.  The transformation turns them into animals, plain and 
simple.  They go into what you might call a berserker rage.  They'll kill 
anything in their path, but they can still think."

Scully asked, "But they won't do that in human form."

"No, they can control themselves in human form, up to a point."

Mulder asked carefully, "What do you mean, up to a point?" 

"They are wild creatures by nature, even in human form.  Think about it.  
They can blend and they slip by without notice because no one is looking 
for them.  If you corner them, however, they'll react just like a wild animal 
will.  The information Sawyer beamed to me before he was killed was 
very disturbing.  It suggested they'd had partial success with this 
research."

"Are you sure about this?" Mulder asked.

Ridley nodded.  "We confirmed it during some of these underground 
battles in the sewers.  We killed a good number of them, as you know.  
Several were ... partially transformed when they died."

"Dear God," Scully whispered.

"Yeah, we think they were test subjects gone bad.  They had hair in lots 
of places they shouldn't and protruding snouts, but it was like they stalled 
in the middle of a transformation and then couldn't change back to 
human form.  It wasn't a full moon and they were in the process of being 
transformed.  It was pretty unsettling."

"I can imagine," Mulder agreed.  He reached behind his back and 
retrieved the picture of Ashton Bower he had folded to fit in his back 
pocket.  He carefully unfolded it and handed it to Ridley.  "That's Ashton 
Bower."

She gasped.  "Oh dear God," she muttered, her hand coming up to cover 
her mouth.

"What?" Mulder asked.  "That's the name you gave us.  That's the guy."

She looked up at them with a stunned expression.  "This is bad.  Really 
bad," she said quietly, barely audible over the music still thundering in 
the background.

Scully and Mulder just kept looking at her, waiting.  Mulder finally said, 
"What's the matter?  Is he who you thought he was?"

She swallowed.  "God, I hoped I was wrong."

"He's certainly rich enough to fund research," Mulder commented idly.

She cleared her throat.  "I'm sorry, this is a shock."

"Why?" Scully asked.

"Jakes told me didn't know anyone named, Ashton Bower," she said 
quietly.  "I'd seen his name in some paperwork on Jakes' desk, though."

"So?"

"Jakes said he'd never heard that name before.  Earlier, before I was his 
partner, he told me he knew the Lycanthrope Leader's assumed name, 
the name he used in society.  He wouldn't tell anyone what it was under 
the guise of working towards an alliance with him.  He must have 
forgotten he'd said that to me and Sawyer."

Mulder looked confused.  "I don't get it.  What does one thing have to do 
with the other?"

She just looked at him and raised her eyebrows, waiting.  
Comprehension dawned on Mulder's face and he paled slightly.  "You 
can't mean ..."

Ridley nodded, holding up the picture.  "This ... is Turlus Westow."

Scully looked back and forth between them.  "And he's the Lycanthrope's 
leader?" she asked.

Ridley looked at her.  "Yes.  He is the Tribe leader."

"How do you know that for sure?" Mulder asked.

"Do you remember Jakes mentioning a meeting with the leader of the 
Lycanthrope's during our little spat."

Mulder nodded.

"Sawyer and I went with Jakes to that meeting.  He wanted bodyguards 
in case something went wrong.  Sawyer and I are ... were the next oldest 
and strongest members of the Clan.  Jakes has always trusted me.  He 
hated Sawyer, but Sawyer was my partner and I think he figured it was 
best to have him close by so he could keep an eye on him."

"Keep your friends close, keep your enemies closer," Mulder offered.

She nodded.  

Scully was getting frustrated.  "What are you not telling us?  What does 
this all mean?"

"I haven't had a chance to work it all out yet.  Nonetheless, several things 
are falling into place.  Sawyer hated Jakes.  He said he was 
underhanded, a slick politician and someday everyone would know it.  I 
dismissed his rumblings, thinking it was sour grapes.  Sawyer had 
wanted to be leader of the Clan.  When the Council chose Jakes over 
him, there were bad feelings between them from that point on."

Mulder was nodding.  "Add to that the fact that Jakes was in love with 
you." 

Her eyes widened.  

"Wasn't he?" Mulder asked.

Ridley nodded.  "Yes and I knew it.  I, however, couldn't return his 
feelings and chose Sawyer."

"Do you now?" Mulder asked. 

She stiffened but then relaxed.  "No.  I've always thought of him as a 
good friend.  We grew up together in the same Family.  He had a Partner 
before I was old enough to need one.  By the time his partner went to 
sleep, I was with Sawyer.  It's been a big fucking mess for centuries."

Mulder and Scully both smiled at her levity.  Scully said, "I'm sorry this 
has gotten so complicated for you."

"You have no idea.  Jakes doesn't know I asked you to look into Ashton 
Bower.  His reluctance to avenge Sawyer and several other things made 
me suspicious, but I didn't want to believe he would lie to me like this.  I 
was hoping it was all a case of male ego sour grapes and he would get 
over it, but I had to know for sure."

"So now what are you going to do?" Scully asked.

"I think ... Jesus, I hate to think it, but I think he conspired to get Sawyer 
killed."

"You think he's capable of being that ruthless?" Mulder asked.

"I didn't think so, but facts are facts.  Sawyer went into the lion's den by 
himself, so to speak.  He never went anywhere without me.  He didn't 
even tell me he was going to try and spy."

"So you think Jakes asked him to do it, and then tipped off the 
Lycanthropes?" Mulder asked.

She nodded.  "It would make sense.  That's the thing that's always 
rubbed me the wrong way.  I knew Sawyer better than anyone in the 
whole world.  We were partners for two hundred, fifty YEARS!  You 
humans can't even imagine that amount of time with someone and what 
you get to know about one another.  I knew in my heart that Sawyer 
would never have disobeyed direct orders.  He didn't like Jakes, but he 
accepted him as the leader of the Clan.  Sawyer had his opinions, but he 
was no renegade.  He would not disobey a direct order and it goes 
against everything we had together for him to go off alone and not tell 
me.  On the slim chance he suspected Jakes of something underhanded, 
he would have told me.  He never missed the chance to put Jakes down 
in front of me, but he knew I loved him.  It almost became a joke.  He 
was rarely even serious about it most of the time.  It was just little jabs.  I 
don't know if you can understand this rivalry.  It was typical male ego, 
territorial shit," she spat out.

Scully smirked and Mulder looked down, rather abashed, remembering 
the territory he'd marked for himself just hours before.  

"It didn't make him a bad man.  Sawyer was passionate and arrogant, but 
he wasn't stupid, and he wasn't vindictive.  Jakes has always maintained 
that Sawyer snuck out behind his back and went into that lab all on his 
own, trying to be a hero and make Jakes look bad, directly disobeying 
orders.  You heard him accuse Sawyer of ruining his negotiations with 
Turlus."  She paused.  "It never washed with me.  I never bought that 
explanation, but I had no evidence to the contrary, so I couldn't bring it 
up.  All I could do was defend Sawyer's honor and his memory."

"Now you do," Mulder said.

"Yes, now I do."

"What do we do next?" Scully asked.

"WE do nothing.  I have to confront Jakes," she said sadly.

Mulder intervened.  "That might not be such a good idea."

"Why not?" Ridley asked.

Scully jumped on his train of thought, realizing what he was thinking.  
"He's right, Ridley.  You confront Jakes and he has time to tip off Turlus 
that you and we, for that matter, are on to him.  He'll pull up stakes and 
disappear and we'll never find him."

"Or his research," Mulder added.

Ridley took a deep, shuddering breath.  "Damn it!  That research must be 
destroyed.  If they accomplish their goal, they'll wipe out thousands of 
people.  They'll be able to ambush any shipments of valuable goods and 
the crews won't stand a chance.  They won't even know what hit them.  If 
they don't kill them, they'll turn them.  They'll make an army of 
Lycanthropes!  It'll be a fucking disaster for vampires and humans alike!"

Mulder was silent a moment, letting her regain her composure.  "Ridley, 
you're too close to this.  I know it's personal for you and I respect that.  
Still, I'm begging you to listen.  This is bigger than you or Sawyer's feud 
with Jakes."

Scully felt a wave of sympathy for the majestic, dark-haired vampire as 
she watched her blink rapidly, holding back her tears.  Now that she 
knew Mulder was hers in every way, the jealousy she'd felt initially was 
gone.  

"Damn you, Jakes," she whispered.  She swallowed hard.  "Damn you 
too, Sawyer."  She handed the photograph back to Mulder and he folded 
it and put it back in his pocket.  

Mulder said, "Tomorrow night is the full moon."

"I know," Ridley said.

Scully looked at Mulder.  "What are you thinking?"

"I'm wondering if there is some way to get Ashton Bower into a jail cell 
before the moon rises tomorrow night.  Then there would be witnesses to 
see him change.  Can he prevent the change?" he asked suddenly.

She nodded.  "Silver will temporarily kill the virus in his blood that is 
activated by the moon.  A silver-coated bullet, depending on where it 
penetrated, could be something that wouldn't go directly into his 
bloodstream but would work to prevent the change."

"Meaning he'd have to shoot himself.  By system, you mean, what 
exactly?" Mulder asked.

"His skin or muscle.  The silver would have to penetrate his skin, but not 
penetrate his blood stream.  That's why injections are out."

Scully said, "He could also stab himself with silver, like a shard of metal 
for instance."

Ridley nodded.  "Harder to do, but yes."

She looked at Mulder.  "I haven't heard any better ideas, and I don't have 
any of my own.  Can we trump up some charges to hold him on?" Scully 
asked.

"We could.  It's getting a judge to sign an arrest warrant without telling 
him what's going on that's impossible.  We'd be laughed out of his or her 
chambers without a plausible cover story.  By all accounts, Ashton 
Bower is a powerful man.  You heard Kyle.  If we go after him, we have 
to have something solid."

Ridley said, "Well, I have the rest of the night to think about it, and you 
have a whole day tomorrow to come up with something.  I know you 
don't owe us anything.  You don't owe me anything."  She paused.  
"However, I'm asking anyway.  Please help me.  If we can stop Turlus 
and the research, then I can take care of Jakes and expose him to the 
Council later.  I'll find a way.  I can keep looking for evidence."

Scully met her gaze and said, "We can't promise results, Ridley, but we'll 
do all we can.  That much you can count on.  We want to end this as 
much as you do."

Mulder and Scully stood up.  "Well, I guess that's all for now."

"Right.  I'm sorry you got involved in this.  You stepped into the middle of 
a real mess."

Scully quipped, "We're notorious for doing just that."

Ridley chuckled sadly.  "I'll bet you are."  She paused.  "You two must 
have seen some extraordinary things in your short life time."

"Why do you say that?" Scully asked. 

"Because you aren't afraid of me," she stated suddenly.

Mulder laughed.  "Who says we're not afraid of you?"

They all laughed then.  Ridley said, "Come on, I'll walk you out."

XXXXXXXXXX

PART 5 (R)
SPANISH MOON NIGHTCLUB
PARKING LOT
BATON ROUGE, LA

They exited the building through a back door that led into an alley lined 
with dumpsters and overflowing trash.  Ridley strode out ahead of them, 
heading for the parking lot at the end of the alley of dumpsters.  

She had reached the end of the alley when she hissed and leaped into 
the air, landing on the edge of the slanted roof at the back of the building.

Mulder and Scully gasped and drew weapons, not knowing what was 
going on.  Something appeared at the end of the alley, cast in shadows.  
It had hair on its head but was blended with shadows and they couldn't 
get a clear look at it.  It took a step forward and the meager light from a 
security light at the back of the building slanted across its face.  It was 
grotesque - half man, half beast.  

Mulder gasped and Scully felt her knees go weak.  It glanced at them, 
apparently determining that they weren't a threat and leaped up the side 
of the building, scaling it like a spider.  

Ridley did a dive off the building, somersaulting in mid air and amazingly, 
landed on her feet.  From underneath her car coat, she retrieved a 
heretofore-unseen pistol and aimed it at the beast.  She hollered.  "I've 
no quarrel with you Lycanthrope.  You're outnumbered.  Leave us!" she 
hissed.

He jumped from the side of the building and let loose with an eerie half-
laugh, half-howl.  His voice was barely understandable as he snarled, 
"Two puny humaths and a lone vampiressth.  No, Ridthley.  It is YOU 
that are outnumbered."

Without warning, four other men appeared.  They were all dressed in 
black but looked like normal men.  Mulder and Scully knew they were 
not.  They formed a semi-circle at the end of the alley.  

Mulder whispered, "I'll take the two on the left, you take the two on the 
right.  Aim for the head."

Scully nodded nervously, licking her lips.  

The half-man beast leaped at Ridley and she fired.  He howled and 
plowed into her.

Mulder and Scully fired at their targets.  

POW. POW.

POW. POW.

The sound of their shots echoed off the building.  Grunts were heard and 
smoke was rising from necks and shoulders where the men had been hit, 
but they were still standing.  Two came at Mulder and Scully and Mulder 
shouted, "Save your bullets!"

Scully kept her weapon trained on them as Mulder emptied his special 
cartridge into the two approaching men.  He aimed for the heart, 
remembering Ridley's comment about the bloodstream.  A bullet in the 
arm wouldn't kill them.  They finally went down, screaming in pain and 
they watched their veins bulge in their faces and necks as they fell to 
their knees.  Scully reached into the pocket of her windbreakers and 
tossed Mulder another full cartridge.  "Always thinking, Scully," he said 
with gratitude.  

"Those are regular bullets, Mulder."

"I know," he answered. They advanced on the end of the alley.  Ridley 
was locked in a life and death struggle with the beast.  The other two 
looked on as if unconcerned.  One of them whirled around when it realized 
they hadn't been taken down and shouted, "The humans!"

The other man whirled.  The first man lunged for Mulder and Scully 
squeezed off a shot, knocking the man backwards off his feet.  
Something flew off the roof and collided with the second man.  It was the 
bartender.  He rolled over the ground with the man beneath him, his 
hands around his neck.  The man swung at him and suddenly a gun 
appeared in his hand.  

Mulder moved into position and took a shot.  He got lucky and hit the gun 
in the man's hand.  It flew out of hand, snapping his wrist and he 
screamed in pain.  It was the hesitation the vampire needed and he sunk 
his teeth into his neck.  The man convulsed, howled and then went still.

Mulder watched the other man that had been hit, gain his feet and steady 
himself.  He smiled when he saw Jeremy hunched over his friend, 
unawares.  He leaped and Mulder shot. 

POW.  POW.  POW.  POW.  POW.  The man staggered backwards and 
fell.  Mulder knew he hadn't killed him.  Jeremy looked up and saw the 
man writhing on the ground.  He nodded at Mulder and leaped to his 
feet.

Ridley shrieked.  Scully whirled again to see the beast pinning her down.  
Her hands were around its neck, straining to keep his head up and away 
from her.  She was kicking his body but he wasn't budging.  He raised his 
head and howled sending shivers down Scully and Mulder's back.  As his 
head lowered to strike and bite Ridley, Scully took aim and fired.

POW. POW. POW.

Her gun lurched in her hand.  All three bullets hit him, two in the neck 
and one in the shoulder.  He screamed an inhuman sound of pain and 
tumbled sideways off of Ridley.  She sprang up, nodded at Scully in 
acknowledgement.  The man Mulder had shot but not killed was 
struggling to his feet.  

Ridley and Jeremy advanced on him, reaching him as he gained his feet, 
swaying precariously from his injuries.  Jeremy grabbed him from behind, 
putting him a choke hold.  He struggled but couldn't break the vampire's 
grip in his weakened state.  Jeremy wrenched his head to one side, 
exposing his neck.  

Ridley advanced until she stood in front of them.  Jeremy met her gaze 
and said, "Do it, before he heals."

While they watched, the bullet popped out of his shoulder and fell with a 
soft ping to the pavement.  "Jesus," Mulder whispered.

Fast as rattlesnake, Ridley threw her head back, hissed and struck at his 
jugular.  He howled, kicked his legs out and twitched.  Then he fell limp.

Ridley stepped back, coughed and spit onto the pavement.  "Yuck," she 
blurted out in the understatement of the century.

Jeremy let him fall to the pavement.  She finally looked up at Jeremy who 
was now looking at Mulder and Scully.  He addressed Ridley.  "Trouble 
follows you wherever you go, doesn't it, sweetheart?"

She chuffed out a mirthless sound.  "I'm sorry, Jeremy.  I had no idea 
they would attack me here in the open."

"They're getting bold," he said.  He waved at Mulder and Scully.  "What's 
with them?"

"Friends," Ridley breathed out.

His eyebrows went up.  "Breaking the rules, are we, Ridley?"

"It's a long story.  Let's just say we owe them."

"WE owe THEM?" he asked incredulously.

Ridley nodded sternly.  "You know about the scouting party that was 
wiped out in the sewers two nights ago."

"I heard through the grapevine, yes.  I have my runners.  I haven't been 
out to bayou in a long time."

"We know," she said sarcastically.  "You ought to put in an appearance 
once in a while."

He gave her a look of distaste.  "So what'd they do?"

"They found Lyndlay in the sewers, hidden, not dead, but barely alive.  
She had nearly bled dry."

"Jesus!  One of the twins?" he said with alarm, feeling the same 
reverence for children that all the vampires did.

Ridley nodded.  "They saved her, Jeremy.  Bound her wounds and 
brought her into the bayou.  We stopped them before they got very far, of 
course, and I nearly killed them before I realized she was in the 
backseat."

"That's incredible. Why did they do it?"

"We're not sure.  Compassion I guess.  The woman is a doctor."

"So Lyndlay owes her a life debt."

Ridley nodded.

Mulder and Scully approached.  Scully said, "We'd rather you didn't talk 
about us like we aren't here.  Can this wait?  There are now five bodies 
here to get rid of, in case no one has noticed."

Jeremy laughed.  "Not shy, is she?"  He stuck out his hand.  "I'm 
Jeremy."

"Dana Scully," she said, shaking his hand.  

"Fox Mulder," he said, shaking his hand in turn.

He pointed towards the back of the parking lot.  "There's a sewer drain 
back there.  I'll bet that's how they came here."

Ridley said, "Any of our people inside?"

"Yeah, I'll get them.  You've made a damn mess of my parking lot, 
Sweetheart," he said without malice.

She laughed but there was no humor in it.  "We'll watch and stall anyone 
that comes out."

The three of them followed Jeremy to the end of the alley and then 
stopped.  They wanted to be able to see if anyone came around the 
corner of the building as well as out the back door.  A minute of tense 
silence passed and Ridley said, "You saved my life, Agent Scully."

Scully nodded.  "That was the idea," she said dully.

Ridley smiled.  "I've never met humans like you before."

They both smiled sadly.  Mulder said, "You said your Sawyer wasn't a 
renegade?"

"That's right," she answered, wondering why he said that.

He looked her in the eye.  "We are," he said simply.

Scully joked, "Yeah, we're not real popular with the regular human 
crowd."

Ridley laughed then.  "I guess not."  She paused and then said softly, "I 
was losing."

Scully met her stare.  "I couldn't tell for sure."

"He was strong.  I was losing my grip," she whispered.  "I guess the Clan 
now owes you two lives.  I now owe you a life debt, as well."

Mulder said, "That's good, cause I think we've about used up our nine 
lives already."

They all chuckled and the back door swung open.  

"What's a life debt?" Scully asked.  

Jeremy appeared with three others.  They all dressed the same.  'You 
had to give them that,' Scully thought.

Ridley said, "I'll explain later."

They walked out to meet them and all nodded with their heads to the left, 
acknowledging Ridley.  

Scully looked at Mulder and he shrugged.  

Jeremy saw their exchange.  "It's a greeting of deference to an Elder or a 
leader of the Clan," he explained.

"Oh," Mulder said.

Jeremy turned to the other men.  "Let's take these to the back of the lot 
and throw them down the sewer drain.  Leave our friends a little present."

They nodded and fanned out into the parking lot.  Each of the five 
vampires grabbed one of the men by the arms and began dragging them 
across the lot.  Mulder and Scully followed at a slower pace, glancing 
nervously over their shoulders, figuring someone from the bar was going 
to come out any minute and discover this bizarre scene.

When they reached the drain, Ridley and Jeremy, apparently the two 
strongest each gripped the iron drain and yanked up.  It gave way under 
their incredible strength and they slid it off to the side. 

Jeremy went down on his knees.  He looked up and Mulder and Scully 
saw his eyes swirl and glint, then they were staring into an eye with 
upright pupils like a reptile.  He then ducked down quickly, sticking his 
head into the hole, inhaled deeply, looked both ways and was back out in 
about two seconds.  "No one there right now," he reported.  

One by one, they dumped the bodies down the hole, feet first.  As they 
were about to dump the beast man down the hole, Scully gasped and 
said, "Wait a minute."

They stopped and looked up at her.  

"Anybody got a light?"

Jeremy handed her a lighter.  She lit it and held it up to the beast's face.  
It was distorted, his jaw now pushed out into a lantern jaw.  His brows 
were heavier and he had thick sideburns and hair on his neck, chest and 
legs.  

Mulder gasped when she moved the light over his face.  "Jesus Christ!" 
he exclaimed.

"You know him?" Ridley asked.  "This is what they look like half-
transformed.

Scully nodded.  "I'm afraid we do.  It's Kyle Winston."

"Who's Kyle?" Ridley asked.

"A lab tech at the police station."

Jeremy said, "They have people in the police department?  That's bad, 
Ridley."

She nodded.  "How do you know him?" she asked.

Mulder hesitated but then admitted, "He printed out that picture for us."

"Shit."  Ridley closed her eyes and sighed.  "Dump him," she said briskly.  
They did.

When they were done, they put the grate back in place and brushed off 
their hands on their leather pants.  Ridley looked up at Jeremy.  "You 
better block off this grate somehow."

"Yeah, one mess in my parking lot is enough for this century," he said 
drolly.

"I'm sorry, Jeremy."

"Don't worry about it."

"You could have been killed."

He looked at her.  "We all could of."  He shrugged.  "It's a war, Ridley."

"I know, it's been so long since we had to do anything like this, do this 
much fighting.  I'm rusty."

He nodded.  "Are we winning?" he asked solemnly.

Ridley stared at him for a moment as the others looked on.  "I don't 
know, Jeremy.  I don't know."

He nodded and patted her on the shoulder.  "Get out of here before you 
cause me any more trouble, would you?" he said glibly. 

She smiled at him and walked Mulder and Scully to their car.  They 
slipped inside and Mulder rolled down the window.  Ridley bent over and 
looked in.  "Maybe I should go back to your hotel with you."

"We'll be all right."

"You have more ammo?" she asked.  

Scully held up her gun, "Half a cartridge, about 10 rounds."

Ridley reached into one of the many pockets on the inside of her long 
coat and produced two more cartridges for their modified weapons.  She 
handed them through the window.  "Be careful.  They can leap, they can 
climb like monkeys, and they can even hang from the ceiling."

"Now you tell us," Mulder said dryly.

She chuckled.  "Little late, huh?"

"I'll say," Scully said. 

"You did good out here.  I was impressed."

"Thank you," Mulder said.  "I'm sorry, Ridley.  This was our fault.  We had 
Kyle print out that picture for us.  He must have tipped them off."

"Not your fault.  You had no way of knowing who he was."

"He must have tried their new potion, huh?" Scully asked.

"Looked like it.  The others have to wait till tomorrow to transform.  We 
were lucky.  If they were all transformed, we wouldn't have beaten them.  
They're a lot stronger once they shape shift."

"You're one of the strongest vampires there is, right?" Mulder asked.

She grinned.  "I wouldn't go that far, but I'm the second oldest in 
Louisiana."

"Right, and you were having trouble against him and he was only half 
transformed."

She frowned and nodded.  "Now you know what we're up against."

"I'm scared," Scully admitted.

"I don't blame you.  I'm scared myself, truth be known.  You held it 
together out here though.  Like I said, I was impressed.  Most humans 
would have panicked."

Mulder gave her jaunty grin and quipped. "Who says we didn't panic?"

She laughed and banged her hand on the top of the car.  "Go home.  Be 
safe.  I'll contact you tomorrow.  I have to get back to Walsheford and 
report on this."

"We'll call your cell phone and leave a message on your voice mail if we 
come up with any bright ideas," Mulder said.

"You do that," she replied.

Scully watched out the back window as they pulled out of the lot.  She 
stood there, tall and regal, watching them go until they were out of sight.

XXXXXXXXXX

Ridley stood there a moment until their car disappeared around the 
corner of the building.  She looked up at the sky.  "Why Sawyer?" she 
whispered.  "What happened, baby?  What happened?"

A lone tear tracked down her face.  She swiped it angrily away and took 
a deep breath.  She looked towards the back door of the bar and 
whispered, "Why do the people I love always get hurt?"  Then she turned 
and ran, her body a blur against the night sky as she headed for home 
and the partner that had betrayed her.

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PART 6 (NC-17)
WALSHEFORD HOME
LOUISIANA BAYOU

Ridley took a moment to compose herself before entering the house.  
She had to keep up a good front.  The Agents were right.  They were 
pretty smart for humans that hadn't even lived one lifetime.  Tipping off 
Jakes at this time wouldn't be prudent.  She heard a commotion in the 
study and headed that way.  She opened the door without knocking and 
everyone froze.

Melryk, Malison, Jakes, Bareslay and Lyndlay were all there, as well as 
two other Council members, Ambrose and Parys.  She closed the door 
behind her and strode into the room.

She came to a stop in the middle of the room and put her hands on her 
hips, hitching her long coat behind her hands.  She knew she had dirt on 
her face and clothes and a streak of blood on her chest where that 
monstrosity had nailed her with a claw.  There was a rip in the thigh of 
her leather pants.  Her face hitting the pavement at one point had split 
her lip and she could feel the gap in her skin on her lower lip.  These 
minor wounds would all heal by tomorrow, but she knew she looked 
dreadful.  'So much for cleaning up first before I saw anyone,' she 
thought.

There were gasps all around as they took in her appearance.  Jakes was 
on his feet in a flash and standing before her.  "Ridley!  My God, what 
happened?"  He reached for her and she jerked back.  She couldn't 
stand to be held by him at this moment.  She saw the hurt flash across 
his face, but he dropped his arms to his sides and gestured for her to sit 
down. 

She shook her head and swallowed.  "I'll get dirt on the furniture," she 
said simply.  "I need to clean up.  Obviously ... I was attacked."

Jakes pressed his lips together and said, "Where?  By whom?"

"By ... can we talk about it later?" she asked, not wanting to tell everyone 
here, especially the young ones what had happened.  It was going to be 
a tricky conversation.  She had to think fast and come up with a reason 
why she was meeting with Agents Mulder and Scully again.

Jakes nodded.  "Very well.  Are you all right?"

She looked him in the eye.  "Yeah, I will be."

He ignored her previous signals and stepped into her, kissing her on the 
forehead.  She had to consciously prevent herself from cringing.  "Go get 
cleaned up, darling.  We'll talk about this and your adventure after 
dinner."

She nodded and looked at Lyndlay.  "You're back, I see."

She nodded, clearly upset.  She was fiddling nervously with a silver 
necklace that held a small Clan star pendant on it.  Ridley met each ones 
look and then turned and strode out of the study.  She didn't have time 
for this nonsense with Lyndlay.  She felt a prick of guilt for that thought.  
Whatever was going on with the girl was important.  Right now, though, 
she couldn't concern herself with it.  She had a war to end and a major 
conspiracy to foil.  She wasn't cut out for all this intrigue.  She'd always 
been a straight shooter.  Deceit had never been her forte.  Apparently, it 
was Jakes', she realized.  She'd better learn fast.

She nearly laughed out loud at her thoughts.  The irony was that the two 
humans were turning out to be stauncher allies than any of her own 
people.  She hurried to the bathroom and stripped, grateful to step under 
the shower and let the stinging hot water wash away the grime.  Did 
Jakes have confidantes?  Were there people that knew what he was up 
to?  Or was he operating all on his own?  She couldn't trust anyone in the 
house, she realized.  There was no way to know who might be in league 
with Jakes.  She let the tears come, mingling with the drops of water as 
she pressed her palms to the shower wall and bend forward, sobbing.  
She whispered, "Sawyer, how did you get me into this?  Damn you all to 
hell."

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Lyndlay sat down on her bed and hung her head.  They'd finally finished 
their interrogation for the evening.  She'd nearly been caught last night.  
Anger at herself, her inability to control her desire for Lothian and anger 
over her own stupidity were at odds with each other right now.  She 
should have been better prepared and given them some story about why 
she had to go out instead of just disappearing.  With all this other stuff 
going on, she'd naively thought they wouldn't notice.  

They probably wouldn't have under normal circumstances.  Her parents 
weren't the type to look over her shoulder.  However, she'd just been 
brought back to them, after they thought she was dead.  They were 
unusually aware of her every move right now.  She hadn't factored that 
in.  Her mother and Bareslay had accepted her story that she'd felt 
cooped up and needed to go out for a while, so she'd gone to a club.  They 
knew how good she was at sneaking past adults and humans.  The Goth 
Club was a regular hang out for vampires that needed to get out of the 
wilderness.  Even as young as she was, she'd been clubbing before.  
She'd just never gone unescorted.  At least Bareslay was usually with her 
when she went out in New Orleans.

Her father, however, had not believed her.  He knew she was lying.  She 
could tell by the look on his face, but he had no proof.  Hopefully, if she 
behaved perfectly for the next few weeks, it would blow over and they 
would stop watching her like a hawk.  Fortunately, Lothian understood 
her predicament and hadn't insisted on seeing her again soon.  He 
understood the chance she was taking by sneaking out to see him.  

Particularly with the war going on, he said it would be safer if they didn't 
meet for another month.  It sounded like a good idea at the time, but now 
it seemed like forever.  'How am I going to wait a month?' she wondered.  
It was going to be torture.  She could still feel his hands on her body.  
She could still smell the ghost scent of him in her nostrils, his sweat 
pungent as he exerted himself trying to please her. 

Lord, did he please her!  She sighed, pulling her dress off over her head 
and slipping out of her panties and shoes.  She climbed naked under the 
covers and turned out the light.  Her hands skimmed over her cool, 
smooth skin and she closed her eyes, arching into her own hands as she 
squeezed her nipples.  It was early and the others weren't going to retire 
for another hour yet, so she had the bedroom to herself.

She moaned softly and let herself fall into the memory.  At least she 
would have these memories.  She could relive them over and over again.  
It was going to have to sustain her throughout the long month ahead.  He 
was so handsome, so wild, and just a bit scary.  That was part of his 
appeal, the danger.  She got high on the adrenaline of fear when he 
showed his true form.

The scene played out behind her eyelids.

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She leaned forward rubbing his shoulders as she straddled his hips.  
He'd moaned as she kneaded the dense muscle tissue that didn't show 
from the outside.  As she slid her hands down his arms, she could feel 
the ropes of muscles curling over one another.  It excited her beyond 
reason, feeling all that coiled strength beneath his skin.

She'd run her hands over his chest, feeling the hair that was hidden 
under his shirts.  It covered him like a pelt and was bristly on the ends 
but soft on the shafts as she ran her fingers through it, combing it down.  
He flexed his hips against her and she felt his cock begin to rise. 

He'd sat up and wrapped his thick arms around her.  He lowered his 
head and latched onto her nipple, sucking hard on one side then the 
other.  She'd cried out, feeling wetness suffuse her crotch.  He stroked 
her soft skin, the rough calluses of his palms feeling exquisite on her 
tender skin.  She felt his palm skin thicken and she bit back a groan.

"Let me hear you," he'd growled, sending shivers down her spine. His 
cock was growing, and he rocked it back and forth between her dripping 
cunt lips, hitting her clit with every stroke.  He squeezed her ass, nipped 
at her nipples and licked the pulse in her neck until she was beyond 
coherent thought and her eyes were rolling back in her head.  His hand 
slid down and two finger pinched her clit and she exploded in her first 
orgasm, gasping and crying out, "Oh Loth 
...aaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwww, yeah!"

Her vaginal walls were still waving in spasms as he suddenly rolled her 
underneath him with a speed that was frightening, his rough hands 
cupping her ass.  He released her ass and came up on his knees, his 
hands gripping her legs and pushing them back roughly until they nearly 
touched the mattress by her shoulders.  She was flexible, thank God, like 
all vampires.

Her hands swiped up his back and she felt the muscles bulge and hair 
sprouting under her fingers.  She swallowed a scream as he rammed his 
now fully erect cock between her narrow hips and up inside her as he 
towered over her.  Oh God, it had hurt!  He snarled and she felt saliva 
drip onto her chest.  She forced her eyes open and screamed, like she 
did every time, the initial shock jarring her despite knowing what to 
expect. 

His lantern jaw now stuck out several inches, his brows had thickened 
and hair ran across this brow ridge without a break.   Hair was sprouting 
on his cheeks.  His mouth opened, dripping saliva, and two rows of 
pointed canine teeth gleamed in the meager light from the bathroom.  His 
tongue lolled out to the side.  He looked at her for a moment and then his 
tongue began licking her breasts with long, rough strokes.

She cried out as she felt her nipples swell to an unbelievable size under 
the assault of his rough tongue.  She gasped as they began to burn and 
tingle.  Then she groaned as her entire breasts started to swell and 
increase in size.  'What was happening?' she wondered with a dart of 
panic.  This was new.  Another bolt of ecstasy shot through her as her 
nipples began to dribble fluid.  She looked down relieved to see no blood 
in it.  He made funny face, as though her breasts didn't taste good and 
stopped licking her.  

It didn't matter.  They were continuing to grow.  She felt a strange 
rumbling in her uterus and cried out as she felt her vagina fill with 
congestion as though all her membranes were swelling.  She stiffened 
and cried out, her pelvis jerking up and impaling her further on this cock.  
Oh shit, it had grown!  She forgot how big it got.  

Lothian gripped her tighter, his claws now digging into the flesh of her 
hips as he hunched over her and began pumping into her.  He slammed 
into her hard and deep and held still.  

She felt him inside, hot and hard.  He throbbed harshly and she felt his 
cock expand in width and length.  She screamed.  He'd stretched her so 
far so that she could feel his cock pressing on the muscles of her rectum 
even though he was in her pussy.  

She wailed, "Oh fuck that feels so good!"

He snarled, his voice garbled around his tongue and snout, "Luff youuu, 
Lynnnndddlaaaayyy."

She relaxed hearing his voice, garbled as it was.  He was her Lothian 
again, not some creature.  He began to pump, harsh strokes that rocked 
her pelvis up off the bed.

She shrieked and felt her insides flush with an incredible heat and then 
she was coming, lights flashing behind her eyelids as she clenched her 
teeth and grunted through the spasms.

This seemed to spur him on and he pumped faster and harder, hunching 
over her, power slamming her with his now furry hips.  His legs were now 
like tree trunks of knotted muscles and his biceps were as big around as 
her waist.  He towered over her tiny frame like some maniacal beast, 
rabid with lust.

She moaned feeling an ache deep in her pelvis.  He reared up fully onto 
his knees, hauling her body up as though it weighed nothing.  Her legs 
spread wide over his now gargantuan thighs.  She was spread so wide 
she could feel the bones of her pelvis moving.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and began lifting her to the top of 
his engorged cock and then ramming upwards as he yanked her entire 
body down onto his erection.  It was so thick, easily three inches in 
diameter.  He smashed into her cervix and she felt it expand and burn as 
he pushed the rigid muscle upwards into her womb.  She felt like she 
would split in half.

"Lothian!" she cried out, feeling her walls collapse around him again.  He 
howled, throwing his head back and kept lifting her and throwing her 
down on top of him as though she were a rag doll.  She grabbed his now 
pointed ears and hung on tight, her chin bouncing on his shoulder as he 
used her.

He was using her.  The shameful thing was that she wanted to be used.  
She wanted to be ravaged by his marauding foot long cock as it tore up 
her insides.

His back arched and his chest bulged out, scraping bristly hair across 
her turgid, weeping nipples.  She screamed and started to come again.

Her breathing was ragged now. Wet, gurgling wheezes were thrust out of 
her in grunts as she was impaled continuously on his cock.  She 
convulsed hard, waves of pleasure rocketing out from her clitoris.  She 
began to orgasm continuously, copious fluids jetting out of her, mixed 
with the blood of her torn pussy tissue.

The smell was driving him absolutely insane.  "Owww, Owww, 
Owwwwwww!" he howled.  He inhaled deeply, smelling her pussy juices, 
the metallic scent of blood, and even the odd smell of the milky 
substance squirting out of her nipples and spraying across his chest.  He 
didn't know what it was, but was afraid to swallow any of her fluids while 
he was transformed.  They could be deadly.  She orgasmed again and 
her pussy ejaculated fluid all over his cock and balls.  He growled as he 
felt her cervix suddenly open in the center.  His cock punched through 
into her uterus as the tight muscle convulsed on the end of his cock.

He howled again, unable to stop himself and felt his seed rocket up the 
shaft of his cock and exploded directly into her uterus, spraying in all 
directions.  

She felt his cum erupt from his cock, splattering her cervix in hard 
pellets.  This part had always intrigued her.  Saliva and blood from a 
lycanthrope could kill them if it got in their bloodstream, but semen did 
not.  It was a question she thought about each time she considered her 
relationship with Lothian.  It wasn't exactly the kind of question she could 
ask her folks.

'Gee, Dad.  How come Lycanthrope semen doesn't kill us?'  The next 
inevitable question would be, 'And how do you know it doesn't?'

He slowed his thrusting and she hung limply, totally sated, and draped 
over his panting chest.  She felt his saliva roll down her back as his cock 
retreated from her uterus and down the tunnel of her vagina as he pulled 
back slowly.  They couldn't kiss right now, only when he was human.  
That was one disadvantage.   He was resting but was still hot and hard 
inside her.  He never went soft after one climax.  She knew he wasn't 
finished.  Their lovemaking followed a pattern.  She knew what was 
coming next and she moaned, anticipating the pleasure and pain.  She 
was sick and knew it.  She loved the pain.  It made her feel so alive, like 
nothing else she had experienced in her young life had ever done before.  
It was so perversely erotic to her and made her come harder than 
anything else could.  She'd had lovers, even at her young age, even 
though she wasn't supposed to mate until she was at least twenty.  
However, they wouldn't be this rough with her and she couldn't bring 
herself to ask.  She'd never had to ask Lothian.  He'd always used her 
like a toy.

He lifted her off his groin and turned her over onto her stomach.  She 
came up on all fours and grabbed the headboard, bracing herself.  She 
felt the bed dip and plunge as he knee-walked up behind her.  The thick 
pads of his hands landed on her hips and she felt his hairy thighs 
surround her own.  He squeezed them, pushing her legs tightly together.

He used his finger to carefully pulling her own juices up to lubricate her 
anus.  He was careful not to stab her with his claws.  

She glanced down and could see the red streaks across her hips where 
he had scratched her skin while manipulating her body.

When he felt she was ready, he pressed the tip of his cock against her 
back door.  

It was the size of an apple and she groaned feeling it brush back and 
forth, making all her nerves cringe deliciously.  He waited and when she 
was ready, she gave him the green light.  "Do it, my love.  Tear my ass 
up!" she hissed.

He grunted and bucked his hips with supernatural strength, jamming half 
his cock up her ass.  She screamed, tensing all over, biting her lip 
against the pain.  Her fang pierced her lip and she tasted her own blood 
and shivered.  He made short, stabbing strokes, force-fucking his 
mammoth cock into her as he stretched her ass to impossible 
dimensions.

He gripped her hips tighter, his nails digging into her skin.  He leaned 
forward and snapped his hips with all his strength, burying the rest of his 
foot long cock up her ass.  She felt her tailbone lift and pressure slide up 
the inside of her spine.  Surely he was displacing organs in the process.  

He growled, hearing her pelvis creak as he ground into her, causing her 
bones to spread.  He followed with a groan and then panted.  He loved 
how tiny she was.  Most of all, he loved the smell of her arousal.  It made 
him absolutely insane with lust to know that he produced this reaction 
from her body.  Every whiff of her excitement made his head spin and his 
cock throb unbearably.  Each time she climaxed, her scent became 
stronger and his lust went more out of control, pushing him toward his 
own release.

She heard him snort and braced herself.  Then he was doing it, slam-
fucking her up against the headboard.  Her dripping nipples scraped 
against the wood of the headboard with every powerful stroke that lifted 
her body right off the mattress so that her knees were suspended above 
the bed, her entire body weight hanging by her impaled ass.  He would 
retreat and her small body would fall, knees bouncing on the mattress 
and her breasts swinging wildly and bumping into one another. 

Then the next stroke would come, ramming his blood-filled weapon deep 
into her petite, little body and pushing her engorged nipples against the 
wood.  She would feel her body hang suspended for a surreal moment, 
mixing the incredible pleasure with a hint of pain.

He was out of his mind, loving the delicious weight of her body hanging 
off his buried cock.  She shouted, "Fuck your monster dick up my ass!  
Oh God have mercy on me, I love it.  I love it.  Feels like a telephone 
pole ripping my ass apart!  Oh, make me come, Loth!  Make my ass 
come on your cock! Plleeaassee!"

He snarled, enflamed by her words.  She was the hottest, little tart he'd 
ever had in his entire life.  She loved the pleasure pain.  She actually got 
off on it.    He roared, leaning forward and hauling her body against him.  
His hands hooked behind her knees, holding them up and out with his 
brawny, knotted arms.  

He leaned back, her back resting on his chest and began slamming deep 
into her ass, feeling his thick pelt of pubic hair cushion the blows.  His 
heavy softball size nut sack whacked her wet cunt, making an obscene 
sloshing sound with every stroke.  It was swollen hard as a rock with his 
second load of cum. 

He snapped his hips forward sending his balls flying forward to slap her 
clit hard.  He knew how hard his nuts got and he knew slapping her clit 
with it hurt like hell and pushed her over the edge every time.   "Oh yes!  
Fuck me with that huge dick!  Oh my GAAWWDDD!"

She exploded around him, her ass squeezing him to point of pain.  He 
howled again, picking up speed with every clit slapping thrust.  He 
pounded in and out of her as she wailed with every jolt of her now 
continuing orgasm, "Ahhh, Awww, Ahhh, Awww."  Every slap of his hard 
balls against her clit sent her into orbit.  

He bucked and snorted.  THWACK, THWACK, THAWCK.  He listened to 
the sound of his cock squishing into her ass, and his balls smashing into 
her clitoris.

Somehow she found the energy to reach her hand behind her back.  She 
laid her hand, palm down and felt his rippling abdominal muscles rolling 
under her hand as he snapped his hips up into her ass.  All that writhing 
power under her hand excited her.  His balls hitting her cunt and clit sent 
lightening strikes of harsh sensation through her.  She orgasmed until 
she was dizzy and ready to pass out from hyperventilation.  He sensed 
her body going limp again and howled as though baying at the moon.  
He let loose and the force of his ejaculations shot his hot cum deep into 
her bowels, making her colon burn as he twitched and jerked emptying 
his huge nuts into her willing body.  He howled with satisfaction, 
sounding like his wild ancestors, the sound bouncing off the walls and 
echoing all around them. 

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They collapsed together.  He licked her back and she shuddered.  For all 
his previous lust-filled fury, he was relaxed now and pulled out of her 
gently.  He flopped over onto his side.  

She rolled onto her side and slid up to him, laying her head on his 
shoulder.  She felt the tissue in and around her rectum sting and burn.  
She was already starting to heal from the ordeal.  She reached over him 
and grabbed the small travel alarm.  She set it for two hours.  

He smiled and pulled her even closer.  They both closed their eyes, 
falling instantly into sleep.  Neither one heard the man on the other side 
of the wall bang the sheetrock and yell, "Hey Rover!  Play your sick, role-
playing, fetish-game somewhere else!  Some of us are trying to sleep!"

The alarm went off two hours later.  It was time for round two.  They got 
up and wordless agreed to take a shower.  As the warm water poured 
over them she ran her hands all over his smooth backside, squeezing his 
ass and licking his nearly hairless chest.  She licked his nipple and he 
groaned, looking down.  They watched as hair sprouted around his 
nipple, and it swelled to the size of dime, expanding outward nearly a 
half-inch.  She grinned and leaned down to suckle on him like a baby. 

He growled and gurgled in his throat as he threw his head back, feeling 
the change coming on again.  He hoped the potion was still in effect.  
According to the doctor, only during sex could he change without the full 
moon and not feel the usual hunger for human blood.  Rage turned to 
mind-blowing lust with this last batch and didn't leave you half 
transformed until the actual full moon transformation.   He'd been worried 
about that, but he'd followed orders and drank it anyway.  He was 
relieved to find the research had finally paid off.  His mission was to test 
it out and see if he could have sex without losing control.  Since he 
already had a meeting lined up, it had worked out fine.  The last batch 
was iffy.  He'd nearly bitten her.  Not this time though.  

He wondered why he'd waited so long to see her again.  She excited him 
like no other woman ever had, but what had began as an order from his 
superiors had developed into love.  Of course, they thought he was 
experimenting with this potion using humans.  They had no idea he was 
having a torrid, ongoing affair with a vampire.  He would be killed if they 
knew.  He felt his cock twitch and grow as she switched sides and began 
to work on his other nipple.  They had two more hours and he intended 
to fuck her to within an inch of her life again.  He knew he had two more 
full loads to give her before he was drained and the potion would wear 
off.

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He grabbed her ass and lifted her up, slamming her down onto his cock.  
She screamed and it made his body quiver with lust.  He felt the rage 
well up and then recede just as quickly, followed by a rush of lust so 
strong he growled and nearly fell to his knees.

He felt new strength surge through his body and it enabled him hold her 
easily as she began bouncing up and down, impaling herself.  He felt 
wave after wave of lust transform him further.  What was this going to be 
like if you used it during a full moon when the transformation came 
naturally?  He couldn't even imagine.  He would find out soon enough.

He leaned her into the wall of the shower, gripped her ass tightly and 
fucked her like a jackhammer for over a half hour as she screamed and 
wailed, and convulsed around his rigid member.

He finally poured his cum deep inside her womb.  The breeding 
experiments were going to be on humans.  He wondered briefly if it 
would work with a vampire.  

She hung limply and he turned off the water, the smell of his wet pelt 
assaulting his nostrils.  He pushed the curtain back and put a towel on 
the edge of the tub, draping her over the edge, her knees on the floor of 
the tub.  He didn't wait this time for permission to start.  His cock was so 
hard, it hurt.

He rammed his aching, throbbing shaft deep into her ass.  She groaned 
feeling the breath knocked out of her with the force of his thrust.  He'd 
taken her ass sitting up last night.  It was better this way.  He could push 
even deeper and his nuts hit her cunt and clitoris without any extra effort 
to make them sway and bounce.

He slammed deeply, hearing her wet cunt squish as his balls slapped 
into her stinging her cunt.

Lyndlay was euphoric.  He was a sex machine, never tiring.  He tore up 
her ass over and over again.  She began to climax, feeling his balls 
smack her cunt and clitoris, setting off one hard, quick orgasm after 
another.  Before he ejaculated and filled her ass again, she passed out 
from the pleasure.

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Two hours later they had showered again and were dressing hastily.  
She kissed his snout as it began to receded, whispering, "I love you."  
Then she slipped out into the hallway, taking the stairs down to the lobby 
and slipping unseen out the side door.

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Lyndlay opened her eyes, flushed from the orgasms she'd just had 
reliving her experience.  She sighed, feeling sleep tug at her as dawn 
approached.  There were no windows in any of the rooms.  They had all 
been boarded up and painted over.  She snuggled down under the 
covers and felt tears sting her eyelids.  How was she going to wait a 
whole month?

THE END.

CONTINUED IN "WAR OF THE LEGENDS 3".