Subject: NEW: Bad Blood 
by Kyselyea 

Classification: MSR, you really could just chalk it up to vampire 
horniness.  Curious yet?

Rating: Strong R

Spoilers: If you haven't seen Bad Blood, don't even try.

Author's Note: Well, the gang over in Vancouver left that night in Bad 
Blood wide open.  So, I filled it in.  This isn't what I think really 
happened, but it sure as Hell is interesting.  To me anyway.  You must 
have seen Bad Blood to understand this story.  You should be able to 
figure out when it takes place.  It is a "in the episode story, almost 
post".  But, this is my creation.  Please tell me what you think.  This 
was just randomness, so don't judge too hard.  My e-mail is 
kyselyea@hotmail.com drop me a line!  Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Not mine
                   CC, 1013, Fox
                   No infringement
                   No profit
                   No sue
                   All good


	Mulder began to panic when the crowd continued to advance on him. 
His garlic bread cross was not helping at all.  He was afraid of what
would happen if they bit him.  He hadn't changed in so long.  He finally
had it under control.  He didn't want to start the cycles again.  The
crowd moved in faster and surrounded him.  He screamed and curled into a
ball on the ground.  He tried to cover any exposed skin, but it wasn't
long before he felt the first stinging bite, and his blood nearly doubled
in temperature.  He felt it burn in his eyes and prayed he would be able
to control it.  Rhonda Petermen saw them first.  The glowing eyes.  Not
the bright green of her own people, but a deep, penetrating black.  A
black that pierced through her demon, and into the very quivering remains
of her human soul.  She screamed and backed away from the man.  Man?! 
This was no man.  This was a being she had only heard about in legends. 
The kind not even the humans knew about.  She screamed her warnings to the
people around her.  Eventually they all saw his eyes.  They scattered off
him quickly.  He slowly stood up and didn't try to hide his eyes.  They
bored right into Rhonda.  She felt the temperature in her body rise. 
Steadily, steadily...and then Rhonda screamed as her own boiling blood
scalded her from the inside.  Ronnie Strickland watched as Rhonda's skin
burst open from the boiling heat inside.  Her blood sizzled as it hit the
cool pavement.  Ronnie had finally been able to break out of the coffin,
now he wished he had stayed inside.  To think, he had come inches from
biting the demon's neck, and having the same fate brought to him.  He
wondered why this being had not been able to recognize his own kind. 
Granted, they were a different species, but why couldn't he smell them to
be vampires at the very least.  Ronnie didn't expect to be able to feel
this being.  They could hide themselves completely inside their mortal
bodies, but they would be able to sense him, the sheriff, and the rest of
the RV park.  Ronnie watched the black-eyed man run his gaze over them
all.  Ronnie wondered who would be next.  Mulder glared at the crowd in
front of him.  The stench of their vampirism so sharp and clear in his
nostrils.  He wished he had allowed his guard to drop this one time.  Then
he and Scully never would have been put in the positions they had been. 
Scully.  God, he had forgotten about her.  Then he smelled the distinct
odor of lust.  A vampire's lust.  The sheriff with Scully.  His eyes
glowed brighter at the thought of what he could be doing to her.  Poor
Scully, who didn't even believe in the creature stealing her life.  Mulder
glared out again at the terrified people.  "Don't move a muscle," he
snarled.  He turned and ran toward the cemetery.  He knew that when he
returned to the RV park, they would all be in the exact position he had
left them. 

Mulder was at the cemetery within ten minutes.  With his heightened senses
came heightened physical attributes.  He saw the sheriff's jeep and tore
the door off the hinges.  Sheriff Hartwell hissed as he turned to see who
had interrupted him.  He froze at the sight of the black eyes glowing at
him, from Agent Mulder's face?!  Mulder grabbed the young vampire and
pulled him out of the car. He gave a flick of his wrist and then heard the
snapping of every vertebrae down the sheriff's spine.  Mulder smiled as
the last one popped.  He let the man fall to the ground.  He could hear
the gasping from the man.  His people would put him out of misery later,
but he sure as Hell wasn't going to.  Mulder turned back to the car and
saw Scully, half-conscious from the knock-out drops.  Then he saw the moon
falling on her chest.  Her shirt was unbuttoned.  The clasp on the front
of her bra undone.  The fabrics had been pushed away from her breasts. 
The light reflected off them, making them appear translucent.  Mulder knew
there was no way he could try to subdue the creature within him.  He felt
his body walking forward of its own accord.  He saw his hands touch the
tops of her breasts lightly.  A touch she wouldn't have even felt if she
were fully conscious.  Mulder allowed his hands to squeeze them lightly. 
He felt more than heard her groan as her head fell back and exposed her
neck.  Mulder was on her in an instant.  He kissed her hard on the lips
and forced his tongue into her mouth.  He felt her respond and raise her
arms to hold him.  Mulder tore his lips away from her began to kiss his
way down her neck, across her clavicle, and then onto the top of her
breast.  He couldn't hold out any longer.  He let his teeth sink into her. 
She moaned loudly and held his head to her.  A little known fact, or maybe
widely known, but being bitten by a vampire of any kind is the most erotic
feeling a human being could ever experience.  Mulder chose a spot on her
breast, but close to her heart.  The blood flowing into his mouth was
oxygenated.  Alive.  It tasted sweet.  He always knew Scully would be
sweet.  Like drinking a syrup.  As an aftertaste, he could taste the
bitter, metallic flavor all blood has.  It only blended with the sweetness
of her and made the drinking more enjoyable.  Mulder gave a slight push on
her left knee with his elbow.  Scully let her legs fall open and Mulder
settled between them.  He desperately pulled her pants off as her blood
filled his mouth and his senses.  He wouldn't be able to hold out in other
ways if he didn't hurry.  He felt Scully pulling at his pants.  She had
them unzipped and began to push them down.  This surprised him enough to
pull his mouth off her.  She groaned at the loss and stared up into his
eyes.  What Mulder saw scared him to death.  She knew exactly what was
going on and exactly what she was doing.  Mulder took in deep breaths and
allowed her to pull his jeans and boxers off his hips.  As he stared into
her eyes, he realized, she was seeing the black pits of his own.  He
slowly changed them back to his own color, only they almost were just as
dark with his desire for her.  She seemed to visibly relax at the
familiarity of his eyes, and reached up to kiss his lips as she guided his
hand to her panties.  Mulder took over from there and felt the wetness at
the crotch of her underwear.  He growled and pulled them off, allowing his
fingers to slip inside the silky warmth.  She jumped as his thumb brushed
her clitoris.  She pulled her lips from his and gasped, "Now."  It wasn't
a begging cry, but permission.  Mulder felt his lips against her neck and
bit deep into her, draining her blood.  He had perfectly hit her jugular. 
This blood didn't taste as good as the oxygenated blood, but all of her
tasted sweet and metallic.  He positioned himself over her.  He had to
hurry, he wouldn't be able to stop drinking from her until he came.  He
plunged deep into her on the first penetration.  She screamed his name and
raked her nails down his back.  Mulder pulled out so that only the head
was still inside her, then he plunged back into her.  This time she
wrapped her legs around his waist which prohibited him from moving very
far out of her, but it didn't matter.  He rubbed his thumb over her
clitoris incessantly as pushed into her with short, quick thrusts.  She
came almost immediately and clenched down on him.  He felt the hot, slick
wetness of her squeeze him tight.  He let go of his control and let
himself pump into her.  He finally felt the end of his splintering orgasm. 
He pulled his teeth from her neck and bit down on his tongue.  The blood
ran from his mouth onto the wound at her neck and the holes closed
instantly.  As expected, from the blood loss and the very act of being
with him, Scully drifted into a peaceful sleep.  He knew she would be out
for a few hours.  Until sunrise at least.  He sat up and pulled her bra
back around her breasts.  He saw where his first bite still glistened from
his saliva on the top of her soft flesh.  He thought about bleeding onto
it, but he couldn't.  He felt like he had marked her as his own.  He had
claimed Dana Scully, and he was leaving the evidence.  She would have no
recollection of this the next morning.  It was just as well.  Mulder
sighed and buttoned up her shirt.  He reluctantly pulled himself out of
her body and dressed her lower half.  Mulder pulled his own boxers and
jeans up as well.  He turned and saw the sheriff on the ground.  It looked
like he was writhing in pain.  Good.  Mulder unbuttoned Hartwell's jacket
and pulled it roughly off his body.  Gurgling sounds of shear agony came
from his throat.  Mulder smiled, and felt the glow return to his eyes. 
Mulder turned back to his lover of one night and picked her up carefully
out of the car.  He put the jacket on her to make sure she stayed warm and
carried her to through the cemetery gates.  She was blissfully unaware of
anything.  Mulder laid her gently on the ground and brushed some hair off
her face.  He lingered for just a moment.  He didn't want to leave her by
herself, but he had to.  Mulder returned to the jeep and threw the broken
body of the sloppy vampire into the car.  Mulder turned to keys and the
motor roared to life.  He drove slowly back to the RV camp.  They were all
sloppy.  It was good someone had been able to teach them a lesson.  He
grimaced at the thought of his enjoyment at the bubbling body of the dead
woman.  There definitely was a down-side to the vampire thing.  Especially
if you had a conscience.  Mulder pulled onto the RV grounds and found the
others exactly as he left them.  Still as statues, not moving a muscle. 
He smiled.  It was fun to be in charge every once and awhile.  He stepped
out of the car and said one clear, concise word, "Leave."  The people
scattered and began to pile into campers.  One jumped into the jeep Mulder
had recently vacated and within minutes all traces of them were gone. 
Mulder found their rented Taurus and drove it to the side of the lot.  He
climbed in and settled down in the front seats.  He poked his feet out the
open window.  Then he caught a glimpse of his shoelaces.  Nice and neat
little knots.  Mulder pushed the vampire urges down inside him.  He could
control them.  I don't need to untie those knots.  They're fine.  He
chanted this over and over again. 

Scully awoke in the cemetery and slowly began to walk back to town.  She
reached the RV park around mid-morning and saw the lot completely empty. 
The red Taurus caught her attention and she walked over to it.  She saw
Mulder slowly wake up.  She said his name once and watched his eyes focus
on her.  Mulder sat up and turned to check for bites on his neck, for show
really.  The honking of the horn actually startle him and he got out of
the car feeling silly.  Mulder examined Scully's neck briefly to make sure
the wound had healed completely.  It had.  Mulder looked at the empty RV
lot and said dryly, "Looks like they pulled up stakes."  Mulder heard
Scully's soft voice call his name.  He turned around and looked at her,
noticed her look down, and followed her gaze.  He saw his shoelaces were
undone.  He felt disgusted with himself.  Mulder bent down to tie his
shoes. 

End.