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