Legally: In my own little world, I own them. Unfortunately, this is the
 world were Fox owns them, so no  infringement intended.
 
 Summary: An X-File that involves vampires.
 
 Note: No of this vampire stuff is 'real' or found in any books on vampires
(or none I've read).  Comments are strongly encouraged and needed. Send them to
 sunshine100@juno.com
 
 **Special thanks to The Emu for a great job of editing...without her
 lovely (and encouraging) comment this would really suck. 
 ____________

 Vampires 
 by Diane Doty
 ____________
 
 "Are you sure you're going to be alright?" His father asked, his right
 hand on the door nob.
 
 Briefly Bill wondered how his father could fake being concerned about 
 leaving him.
 
 "Yeah, I'll be fine dad. You said yourself you _had_ to go to work."
 
 "I do." He sighed. "Okay. Be good then."
 
 "I'm sixteen years old, dad. I think I can handle being alone for a
 couple of hours."
 
 His father sighed again. "I know, I know. Bye Bill."
 
 "Bye dad."
 
 Bill watched his father pull the black pickup truck out of the  driveway
 and into the street, before he slammed the door shut. He turned and kicked
 the wall.
 
 'Every time I come he has to go to work!' he fumed, walking into 
 the kitchen.
 
 He opened the refrigerator and pulled out a soda. When he turned 
 around he was shocked to see Amanda Tomas standing in front of him.
 
 He blushed as he thought of the day he covered splashed  her in paint
when they were building the float for Home Coming. She had smacked him across
 the face when he tried to apologize. She gave him death looks every time
 she saw him.
 
 "Amanda? What are you doing here?"
 
 "I just wanted to apologize for being a total bitch this year."
 
 He eyed her suspiciously - people like Amanda did not apologize to
people like him "It's understandable."
 
 "No it's not." she said, moving closer to him. "I was really wrong." She
 moved even closer to him. "I want to make it up to you."
 
 "It's okay. You -"
 
 He was cut off as her lips went to his. Her hands moved up to his head,
 gently running up his face. He briefly wondered why her hands were so
 cold. Her mouth moved towards his neck.
 
 He didn't feel her teeth as they dug into his skin.  He felt it only as
 she began to draw his blood. He tried desperately to pull away. Her
hands  were clamped like a vice around his head. His arms flew around, in a
 desperate attempt to save his life. As she drew  blood from him, he
 grew weaker, until he could fight no longer.
 
 Eventually, she let go. He collapsed to the ground.
 
 Gently she put her hand to the two tiny bite marks. When she removed
 her fingers the marks were gone.  This was her 'power'.  She could make
 the bite marks disappear.  Without this power the people would  surely 
find out that there were vampires in their town.
 
 She stood up once more and began to change.  Her blond hair turned =
 black, her pale skin deepened to a light tan, and her blue eyes turned a=
 dark green. Her short frame lengthened to be taller, leggier. Where a 
 teenager had stood there was now a sexier older woman.
 
 She smiled as she thought of Samuel, her husband. He had turned her into
 a vampire almost ten years ago. He had been one much longer. 'Your powers will
grow with age.' he had told her once.  Since he was 'older', he was more gifted with
powers. He had amazing strength, and was able to read minds. 
 
 Taking one final look at the boy's body she headed towards the back
door. She'd go find Samuel now.
 
 ***
 
 "Mr. Kein?" Mulder asked as the front door opened.
 
 "Yes?" The tall man answered in a thick southern accent.
 
 "I'm FBI Agent Fox Mulder, and this is Agent Dana Scully. We're here
 to talk about your son's murder." Mulder explained, as he and Scully
 simultaneously pulled 
 out their badges.
 
 "Oh...please come in."
 
 They entered the large house, following Mr Kein into the living room. 
 The room had a 'south western' look to it. The couch was a light brown, 
with bites of turquoise splattered in it. On the back of the couch was 
an American Indian blanket. A matching armchair sat in the corner. The 
floor was a lightly stained wood with a trough rug covering the middle of the
floor.
 
 "I won't be able to answer many questions, I still have many myself." 
 Mr. Kein said, sitting in the armchair.
 
 Mulder nodded, studying the man. His eyes were full of sorrow. The dark
 circles under them were a tell-tale sign that said he hadn't been sleeping well.
 
 "That's understandable, Mr Kein." Mulder replied, sounding sympathetic.
 He and Scully sat on the couch.
 
 "Do you know anyone who would want to hurt Bill?" Mulder asked.
 
 "No. Not that I know of. He was a quiet boy. Few friends and fewer
 enemies."
 
 "He was the quiet type?" Scully asked.
 
 "Yes. Never really said much."
 
 "You left him at seven?" Mulder asked.
 
 "Yes, there was an emergency at work."
 
 "And you came home at nine?"
 
 "Yes. I went in the kitchen and..." His voice trailed off. 
 
 "Was anything missing?" Scully asked, reluctant to push the suffering
 man, but knowing she had to.
 
 "No. I checked everywhere."
 
 The shrill ring of Mulder's cell phone made Mr. Kein jump. Mulder
glanced at him apologetically as he pulled his phone from his coat pocket.
 
 "Mulder...Okay...What's the address?" He pulled a pad from his pocket
and scribbled  down the address. "Okay. We'll be right there."
 
 He put the phone back into his pocket. "There's been another murder
 Scully." he said, avoiding the frightened eyes of the man seated in the armchair.

 ***
 
 Mulder dropped his bag onto the motel room floor. He had held back his 
 theories. He figured he ought to give Scully a break for once.  The 
 last case had been exhausting for them both and they needed a little 
 time in between, but Skinner had assigned them and there was no getting
 out of it. His mind wandered back to the case as he stepped into the shower.
 
 Five murders so far. A twenty-two year old Japanese male, a forty-two
 year old white female, an eighteen year old black female, a sixteen year old
 white male, and the latest, a twenty-eight year old white male. The killer did
not choose his victims by race, age, or gender. There was no pattern in the
 frequency of the killings either. Only two facts linked them all: they all
occurred at night and the victims were drained of all their blood.
 
 He tried to think of the killer. There were two separate killers. The way
 
 the victims were placed told him. The first and fourth were lying where
 they were murdered; the second, third, and fifth were found in bed, arms
 folded over their  chests. The two killers knew each other, and were 
possibly married or dating.
 
 He dressed, and combed his wet hair. He picked up the phone on the
nightstand and dialed Scully's room.
 
 After the third ring, she picked up.
 
 "Scully."
 
 "It's me. I'm running up to a 7-11, do you want anything?" 
 
 "Nope."
 
 "Okay. See you in the morning then. G'night."
 
 "'Night, Mulder."
 
 He hung up the phone and grabbed the keys to their rental car.
 ___________
 
 Samuel stirred restlessly in the car seat. He hated driving in night
 traffic. He liked it much better before the car was invented. Much slower getting
 around, yes, but much quieter.
 
 He  pulled the car into the parking lot of the 7-11. Even vampires enjoy
 Slurpees. When he entered the store his attention was immediately drawn to a tall
 man standing in line, waiting to pay for a bottle of Pepsi.
 
 Drawn by curiosity, he looked into the man's mind as he poured his
 Slurpee. Thankfully, the machine was positioned where  he could see the man 
 without having to turn his head.
 
 He stepped back in surprise.
 
 The man was thinking of his and Catherine's victims... he was with the
 FBI!
 
 Gathering his concentration, he pushed further into the man's mind...
 
 He was almost paralysed by the visions that swept through him. A little
 girl, being pulled away from him by an unknown force, desperately 
 calling his name for help...an angry father taking his anger out on his
 son...a woman's voice on his answering machine screaming for help...the same
woman, lying in a hospital bed, unmoving...the woman's sister dying because of
 him...an older woman lying in a hospital room about to die, not
 knowing...
 
 The cold of the Slurpee flowing over the top onto his fingers broke
 the connection.
 
 He watched the man leave, and then followed him, leaving the Slurpee on
the counter.
 _____________________
 

Mulder knew he was being followed.

To make sure, he made a right, onto another road.

He frowned, realizing it was a less traveled
road. Not wise when being followed.

Looking back, he saw that the car was still behind him.

He was staring at the road ahead, then he wasn't seeing it anymore. He
couldn't see anything but white. Samantha appeared in front of him. "You
let them take me! You ignored my cries!"

<I didn't. I tried to help you...I couldn't. 

Samantha disappeared and Scully appeared in her place. "All the times I
was there to help you, and you weren't there for me when I needed you! I
lost three months of my life because of you!"

<Scully... 

Scully disappeared and Melissa Scully appeared. "My sister suffered and
will suffer more for you. She has no chance for a career anymore. She
has no life because of you! Instead of going out with friends, she's
always with you, chasing figments of your imagination across the 
country."

Then everything exploded into darkness.
_________

Scully stared at the rental car, ignoring the police officers who 
swarmed around.  'Damn you Fox Mulder. You can't even go to a store
without getting into trouble.'

She frowned, knowing she was only using her anger to mask her concern.
Something in the back of her mind reminded her that he had disappeared
before and he always came back, no matter how broken. She would help
him get through it, then get ready to do it again.

She focussed her attention on the car.

It looked like the car was hit in the back, he lost control, and
crashed into the ditch. The car was lying on the passenger side, making 
Scully pray he was wearing a seat belt. There was no blood; no signs of 
a struggle. A small voice reminded her that it was possible that he just 
walked away. But he would have called her, or at least she was almost 
positive he would. She turned suddenly, not wanting to look at the car
anymore.
_________

Mulder opted not to open his eyes, out of fear of what he might see.
Dimly he began to remember what happened. <Oh shit. Where am I? Scully's
gonna kill me.  He tried to move, but found that his hands were tied
behind his back, and his ankles bound  together.

"I see you're awake. I was afraid you were really hurt."

He opened his eyes to glare at the man standing over him. The man was
tall, with blond hair and crystal blue eyes. His eyes had a mischievous
glint to them. "Who the fuck are you?"

"Doesn't matter."

"You're one of the killers."

The man sighed. "That's point one Agent Mulder."

"Who's the other? Your wife?"

"That's two points." The man's watch beeped. "Gotta go. No need for me =
to tell you to stay there."

Without another word, the man left the room.

_______________


Hours passed. Mulder drifted in and out of sleep, any dreams he had were 
nightmares. Finally the door opened and the man walked in again.

"You know it was pure luck that I saw you in that 7-11." He announced,
squatting down next to Mulder.

"Congratulations."

"Thank you. I'm just a lucky man. You, however, aren't that lucky. By 
the way, when I say that, I don't mean this. I mean the other things that
happened in your life.Your little sister being taken. Daddy blamed you 
didn't he? Some nights he would get drunk, and he'd hit you, telling you 
that it was all your fault. You were home, you should have helped her.
You killed her by ignoring her screams! You could  have helped her."

Mulder had gone white. "I tried to help her.." he whispered.

"Sure. Just like you did when they took your partner. You should have
been home for her call. But you weren't and she paid for it. Her sister, 
that was your fault too. You had to have the truth. You ignored everyone
else's suffering."

"No...I..."

"I've seen inside your head. It's a scary place." When Mulder didn't
say anything, Samuel went on. "You used to do that for the FBI, didn't
you? Put away a lot of serial killers. Saved lots of people. Had
a real gift for it, but you stopped. Why? Too much for you to handle?
Too many dead little kids? I've read your file. The last case that you
were on - is that the one that broke you?"

Mulder didn't look at him.

"I can see why. A killer killing little girls, cutting out their hearts
and sending them to the police station. Very hard on everyone. You
especially took it hard, didn't you? Then the last girl. You knew he
had her; knew he was just waiting for the right time. You tried to get
there. But you took too long. Got the killer though. All that mattered
right? Stopped him from killing again."

Mulder swallowed, remembering, and wishing that he didn't. He hardly
noticed Samuel leave.

_______________


Scully was staring at the television, not really seeing it. She had
never felt so alone in a motel room as she did now. She was always alone
in her room, but normally comforted by the fact that Mulder was just
next door, whether she needed help or just someone to talk to. Now he
wasn't
there.

Skinner had called, asking what had happened. She told him what she
knew, which wasn't much.  Just about him running up to the store then
receiving a call about two hours later, saying that they had found his
rental car in a ditch. She told him that she thought he would call if he
could. Skinner seemed surprised at that. She explained that they
had a talk about him going off and not telling her where he was. With
a hint of worry that he couldn't hide  Skinner told her to
call if  she had heard anything.

Two days. He had been gone longer than that in the past. This time felt 
different. She just knew he was in trouble. He had promised her that he 
wouldn't make her worry about him. He wouldn't break that promise to her 
if there was any way he could possibly avoid it.

She had spent the last two days trying to work on the case. She had
talked to the other victim's families, trying to find something more
about the killer. She came up empty handed.  She even went to the
neighbor's
houses hoping they had seen someone. No one had. There hadn't been 
any murders since he disappeared. Was that good? She hoped it was.

She had tried to get into his laptop. She had no luck with the stupid
machine. He had saved the documents under a password. She had tried 
every word she could think of.  When  he came back, she was going to ask 
him what the password was.  If he came back...

The knock on the door startled her.

She walked to the door, and peered through the hole.

<Ohmygod, ohmygod! 

The door seemed not to open fast enough. It was acting as
a barrier between them. Her and...

"Mulder?!?"

He nodded, walking into the room.

"Where were you? Are you alright? You had me worried sick"
she rushed.

"I'm fine. How long was I gone?"

"Two days."

He just looked at her. Then smiled, moving closer...

XXX

Someone was shaking him. Violently.

"Agent Mulder wake up!" A female voice commanded.

The memories of where he was flooded around him. "What?"

"You have to stop Samuel. He's going after your partner."

"Samuel?" His head was buzzing, making it harder to think.

"My husband, the one who's holding you. We need to go now!"

She pulled him out of the room and  towards the car.

XXX

"Run this by me one more time?" He turned  his head towards the
woman that was driving.

Allison sighed before explaining again. "We're both Vampires -  Samuel
and I. We can change shape, so to speak. He's going to your partner,
looking like you. Unless we get there soon she's dead. That's the
shortened version. I don't think we have time to go into that 'in the
beginning' crap."

"Okay. So why are you helping me then, if he's your husband?"

"Because I don't like what he's doing. What he did to you, and what he
plans to do with your partner."

"What?" It was the only word he could form  without his voice
breaking.

"Well, kill her."

"But you both kill."

"For survival. You kill animals for food. We have to kill for food too,
only what we kill is humans. But Samuel's killing your partner for
spite. He's been inside your head and he knows that  that fear always 
lies in the back of your mind." The car pulled up to the entrance of the
motel.  "We're here." She handed him the gun. "It won't kill him, just
 wound him." She smiled. "Kinda like a stun gun."

Mulder took the gun. "Thank you."

He jumped from the car, not even waiting for it to stop completely.

He ran towards her door. Praying he wasn't too late.

XXX

Mulder was staring at her. Finally he wrapped his arms around her
and hugged her. She returned the hug, her thoughts on when he hugged 
her when he came back from Russia.

The pounding on the door startled them both.

"One minute." she called, walking to the door.

She looked through the hole and didn't believe what she was seeing.

She fumbled with the locks on the door, shock evident on her face.

"What the hell?" She exclaimed, face to face with Mulder.

A look of relief passed across his face as he walked calmly  to the
middle  of the room and pointed the gun at the Mulder sitting on the bed.

Scully's mind raced. Which one was Mulder?  Should she protect the
man sitting on the bed or the one holding the gun? Should she get her
own gun and point it at Mulder on the bed or Mulder with the gun?

"Will that really work Agent Mulder?" the Mulder on the bed asked,
answering Scully's question.

"I don't know. Never hurt to try." Mulder glanced at Scully, who was
staring at them both with wide eyes, her back against the dresser.

Samuel's face softened, his hair grew long,  into two braids. "You wouldn't
shoot me, Fox."

Mulder closed his eyes and swallowed.He knew it wasn't Samantha, but it
would be like he shot her. It would be  killing her. He felt his hand
shaking.

"Fox, I know you can't shoot me. You wouldn't. This time it will be your
fault, even more than when I was taken."

"You're not her. You're a murderer. A lunatic. Who likes to screw
around with people's minds."

Samuel sighed, changing back into Mulder. Mulder pointed the gun at
his chest and fired.

Samuel laughed. "I told you it wouldn't work. Who have you been
talking to? My wife? She doesn't know. She forgets that I'm stronger that
her."

As he finished he lunged at Mulder and they both fell to the floor.

()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()

Samuel lunged at Mulder, who had no time to move. Mulder 
was thrown backwards, his back hitting the mirror with such 
force that the glass shattered, tinkling as it hit the worn gray 
carpet. Then they both hit the floor. Mulder could feel some 
of the glass slivers slice through his shirt and into his skin.

As Scully snatched up the gun, a small voice reminded her 
that the gun was no use, that the fake wasn't harmed by bullets. 
She decided to shoot him anyway. In the very least, it would 
give Mulder some time to get one or two punches in. He wasn't 
doing too well.

She stood to the side of his head, and raised the gun.

Then everything went white...
*
Mulder watched as Scully stopped dead in her tracks. Her lips 
moving, mumbling, to unseen people. Then he realized what 
Samuel was doing.

Mulder made a swing at Samuel. Samuel caught his fist, and 
squeezed. Mulder's eyes closed in pain, and Samuel smiled.

"I guess my wife didn't tell you everything did she?" He squeezed
more. "Oh, there's some other things. Vampires have different powers.
You've seen -or experienced- how I can read minds.  I'm also
 blessed with having a rather large amount of strength." Samuel gave 
a short laugh. "I guess you're experiencing that one too."

Mulder suppressed a groan as Samuel tighten the grip on his hand.
Suddenly, he let go of Mulder's hand.

"Take a nap." he said, as he punched Mulder in the jaw.

*****

<Hello darkness my old friend. I've come to talk with you again 
 He couldn't help the words of the Simon and Garfunkel song from
running through his mind, as he became aware of his surroundings. He 
was in a room, which was completely dark. There was a terrible throbbing
coming from his right hand, and he had a painful headache, that was
throbbing in unison with his hand.

He felt the thumping of his heart quicken as he thought of Scully. Where
was she? Was she hurt? 

He raised his head to listen. He could hear breathing. The pounding in
his chest became faster as he peered through the blackness.

He couldn't see anything. Raising himself to his knees, he reached out
around him, hoping she was close. He gasped in pain as his right hand
collided with what felt like cement. He slid to his left slightly and
felt around. His heart rate slowed almost to normal as his hand came 
into contact with something soft.

"Scully?" he asked softly. When he didn't get a reply, he began to shake
her lightly. She mumbled incoherently. "Scully?" he asked again, fear
rising in his throat. He kept shaking her, hoping she wasn't hurt. He
smiled when he saw her eyes open, glad that at least he could see her 
eyes in the darkness.

After a few minutes he found his voice. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah. Are you?"

"I'm fine."

"Do you mind telling me what's going on?"

"His wife-"

"His wife?" she repeated, shocked.

"Yeah."  Mulder quickly told her everything that Allison had told him.

After a few minutes, she finally asked, "Where is she?"

Mulder sighed. "I don't know.  She left when I got out of the car. I
really didn't have time to ask her."

She was silent. As she opened her mouth to speak, the over head lights
went on. She looked over to Mulder, who looked just as surprised as she
was, then she looked around the room. It was tiny, roughly 5 by 7, no
windows, and a windowless door. Both the walls and ceiling were 
painted a dark gray, the floor was white tiles. It looked like a walk-in
closet.

The door opened, and Samuel entered.

"So good to see you two awake."

Mulder glared at him, wanting to say something, but afraid to anger him,
 and endanger his or Scully's lives - especially Scully's. 

"You two have so many ghosts from your past. You've built so 
many walls that when they do fall it's gonna be hell."

Without another word, he left. A few seconds later the lights shut off,
engulfing the two in darkness.

---------------------------

The door to the tiny room swung open, and the two agents sat up.
Samuel stood, leaning against the door frame. He grinned, mischievously
at them. Mulder noticed the look in his eyes, the one he had seen the
first day.

His gaze fixed on Mulder.

<It's your fault she's here.  Samuel said to him, telepathically.

<Go to hell 

<You decided to take the case. 

Mulder scowled at him, anger sweeping through him.

<Just like Missy's death. If you would have backed off... 

What happened next was hard to process in Scully's mind.

Mulder leapt at Samuel, and they both flew to the ground. Mulder
was on top of Samuel, punching him. Scully heard him tell her to
go.  She was hesitant to leave him. When he yelled that he would
follow her, she stood and ran out of the room.

She saw that they were in a cabin. She looked around, searching for
the exit. She saw a screen door and threw it open, entering 
the black night. She headed for the road, hoping a car would pass.

Ten minutes later she was running up the road, alone. She didn't
want to leave Mulder alone, but she assured herself that she wasn't
a help if she was trapped in the same room. She had to get to a phone, as
quickly as possible.

She saw the head lights, reflecting off the trees, of a car coming around
the 
bend behind her. She stepped into the middle of the road to stop the car.

The car's brakes squealed as the driver slammed down on them...
_____________________________________________________________

Samuel pulled his hand free and swung at Mulder, connecting with his 
mouth. He swung again, hitting him in the side of the head. Mulder fell 
backwards, blinded by the pain, Samuel hit him again. He kicked him 
several times in his side, before he pulled out the handcuffs he had
taken from Scully's motel room.

He rolled Mulder to his side and jammed his knee on the center of his
back.

"I was hoping that I wouldn't need these." Samuel told him, pulling his
hands behind his back.

"Fuck you." Mulder growled, trying his best to ignore the now stabbing
pain in his ribs.

Samuel disregarded him and stood up. "She won't get to the phone in
time."

"How do you know?"

"Because we're a half hour car ride from anyone, and that's a four
or five hour walk."

Samuel left the room, and Mulder wondered idly what he ment by 'in time'.
___________________________

Skinner sat at his desk. Mulder had been gone for three days, and Scully
had been gone for one.

He had spoken to Scully before she disappeared. He had easily heard the
concern in her voice. He knew the concern was just as clear in his own.

The phone rang, pulling him back into the present.

"Skinner." he barked into the phone.

"Sir? It's Agent Johnson. We've found Agent Scully."

"Where is she?"

"Sir, she's in Saint John's Hospital."
____________________

Mulder opened his eyes, then quickly shut them again when the room
swayed. His right hand was throbbing, making him wish he hadn't hit 
Samuel so hard. His sides ached. And his head was pounding so hard 
that he wasn't able to move without blinding pains running through his 
body.

As the fog in his head cleared some more, his mind jumped to Scully. Was
she alright?

His thoughts ended abruptly when the door to the room opened and Samuel
stepped in...

----

She stood outside the cabin, wanting to go in, but rethinking her
decisions. What had brought her there? She could have easily pretended 
not to care about what happened to the agents, but she did. Why?

She had known the bond between the agents, without even seeing them together. 
She could feel it in her, radiating from the man.

The scream brought her out of her thoughts.

She ran into the cabin, not giving her actions a second thought.

----

Samuel had walked over to him, eyes glazed as if in a trance, and pulled
him up. One hand kept his grip on Mulder's hair while the other one 
clutched his shoulder. Mulder tried to struggle free, but 
Samuel's grip was too strong. Mulder had screamed as Samuel's mouth
lowered to his neck.

When Mulder kept fighting, trying to ignore the shooting pain running
through his shoulder, Samuel raised his head. Mulder's stomach twisted 
when he saw the blood on Samuel's mouth. Samuel let go of Mulder's hair 
and raised his fist. He hit him twice, both times hitting Mulder in the 
jaw, dazing him.

Then Samuel's hands let go of him, and he sunk to the floor. He tried to
look around but everything was blurred. Then a face appeared in front of him.

It was Allison.

She looked at him, concerned, then pulled him up. She carried him out of
the cabin, and set him down on the ground, about twenty feet away. Then 
she disappeared back into the cabin.

Shortly after she went inside, Mulder slipped into the blackness.

----

Mulder's eyes opened at the sound of sirens. He heard the crackling and
turned his head to the right, wincing at the pain the movement caused. 
His eyes met with the red-yellow glow of fire.

He felt the sweat break out on his face and palms. He swallowed, wanting 
to turn his head from the fire but unable.

His last thought before he blacked out again was that Allison did it to
fake her and Samuel's deaths.

---

Everything hurt. Her head was pounding, and the rest of her body ached.
She wondered why, then remembered. She had run in front of the car to 
try to stop it, after she had run out of cabin when Mulder had...

Her eyes shot open. When she focussed she was able to make out her
mother's face.

"Mom?" she said, finding her voice weak.

Her mother nodded.

"Mulder-"

Margaret Scully smiled an understanding smile. "He's here...In the
hospital..." Margaret trailed off, 
not knowing what to say.

Scully asked how he was. Margaret told her he had a mild concussion. He
lost a large amount of blood, though the doctors couldn't find any 
wounds sufficient enough to cause that amount of blood loss. All 
they had found were two small puncture wounds on the side of his 
neck. He also had a few broken ribs and a couple of bones were 
broken in his right hand.

After Mrs. Scully finished, Scully closed her eyes, surprised how tired
she was already. She mumbled something about going to sleep, then 
closed her eyes, thankful that everything was almost over.

-------------

Scully entered the room. She immediately noticed the 
woman sitting in the chair near Mulder's bed. One look 
in her eyes and Scully knew who it was.

"Hi Allison" she said, smiling slightly. Allison looked up 
smiled, and then looked back at Mulder.

She spoke suddenly, not taking her eyes off Mulder. "I 
think Samuel might be lying." 

Scully instantly felt jealous of Allison. She hadn't missed 
the passion in the look that Allison gave Mulder.

"How do you know?" she asked.
 
"He doesn't know...I didn't even know...but I can read minds like
him. Not as well as him, but well enough. I saw..." Allison closed her
eyes, swallowed then continued. "he's lying. He's lying about Mulder. He
won't die. Not unless Samuel kills him. Samuel wants him dead."

Scully stared at the rambling woman, the finally spoke. "Why?"

"I dunno...I think he is mad at Mulder for not breaking...he didn't 
give in to Samuel."

Scully felt a flood of questions enter her mind, and the questions 
came tumbling from her mouth. "How did Samuel find Mulder? 
Why didn't Samuel just kill Mulder? What do you mean Mulder 
didn't break?" Scully stopped herself, realizing that she was 
blabbering and that Allison probably didn't understand a word
she was saying. She shook her head then started again. "Sorry. 
How did Samuel find Mulder?"

"Samuel said he saw him in the 7-11. For some reason, he felt 
drawn to look inside Mulder's head, and when he did he found 
that he was working on finding us."

With the 'us' Scully was brought down to reality. Allison 
had saved both their lives, but she still was a murderer. She 
pushed  the thoughts away, deciding that it would be best to 
just focus on one thing at a time, and Mulder was more important.
Allison wasn't going anywhere.

"Why didn't Samuel just kill Mulder?" Scully asked, 
after a minute.

"You have to know Samuel to understand what he does. 
His personality is different to most people. If he finds something 
of interest, he kinda plays with what he likes, then he kills it."

"Why did Mulder interest Samuel?"

Allison looked up at Scully for the first time since the 
conversation had started. She locked eyes with Scully. 
"Samuel said that Mulder had so many 'ghosts of his past'.
He told me who they were too...you were one of them."

Scully nodded understanding Allison's words. Her abduction. 
She heard from her mom how Mulder had acted during that time. 
She didn't doubt for a second that he was still haunted by that.
 
"What other 'powers' does Samuel have?" Scully asked, then 
wondered where she got the word powers from. She hadn't heard 
anything about any powers from Allison. 

"He can change shape - you know that from experience. The form 
he was in when he had held you two is the one that he likes to keep. 
That's how he can get his victims. I can do that too. He also 
has amazing strength. The way he originally kidnapped Mulder was 
by putting images of his fears into his mind. It keeps the person 
busy long  enough for Samuel to take them, or in Mulder's case, 
run them off the road."

Scully had ran out of questions. She had heard more then she 
wanted to hear.

Finally Allison spoke. "Can I ask you a question?" Scully 
nodded. "You two are so close. I can feel the bond between you. 
Why do you call him by his last name?"

Scully laughed.  Finally she became somber. "He doesn't like 
his name. He even makes his parents call him Mulder."  Scully 
was not willing to share her theory - that his dislike of his name was
because Samantha had called for help, and he hadn't been able to help. 

The conversation ended there and both women sat and waited for 
Mulder to wake up.

***************

His head hurt, bad. He lingered in the soft comfort of the blackness, 
trying desperately told hold on to it as long as he could, but 
eventually he drifted back to the light.

The first things he saw when he opened his eyes were two faces 
looking down at him. As soon as they came into focus he felt 
himself smile.

He wanted to ask Scully how she was feeling. He wanted to 
thank Allison for helping him. But he still had that tube down 
his throat. 

Scully and Allison exchanged glances, and Scully spoke up. 
"Mulder we REALLY have to talk..."

She turned to Allison, who in turn told him everything she knew. 
From how Samuel kidnapped him to what had happened the night before. 

Half an hour later Mulder had decided that he was about two 
minutes from pulling the tube out of his throat himself. He had 
so much to say.  He wanted to tell Scully not to worry. He wanted 
to say so much, and it really got him mad that he couldn't.

Allison looked straight at Scully, before saying "He wants 
you not to worry."

Mulder stared at her, and then there was her voice in his head. 
*picked up a few things from Samuel. Just tell me if you want to 
say anything to her.*

*Okay. Thank you for saving me.*

*No problem.*

*Ask Scully how is she feeling?*

*Sure*

"He wants to know how you are feeling." she said, turning to Scully.

Scully laughed. "After all we have just told you, you are still 
wondering how I am!"

Mulder nodded.

=======

The door to the hospital room opened. A graying doctor
stepped in. He frowned when he was that Scully and 
Allison in the room.

"You two shouldn't be in here. Especially you, Agent Scully. You should
be in your own room." 

Allison looked over at Scully. "I'll walk with you back to your room, if 
you want."

Sighing, Scully nodded and stood. She didn't want to leave Mulder
yet. She and Allison still had a lot of things to talk over with him. She 
[was also] curious about his condition. But she knew that insisting 
on staying would be futile. It was near five in the morning and she and
Mulder both needed some sleep.

Mulder waved goodbye as they left the room. Smiling, she waved back, and then
closed the door behind her.

Once they were gone the doctor turned to Mulder. "I'm going to take
the tube out now." Mulder nodded.

The task was done within minutes. Mulder was surprised that
he was having some trouble breathing without the help of the 
machine. 

He began to cough. The doctor handed Mulder some 
water, which Mulder drank gratefully.

"Okay," The doctor started, "How are you feeling?"

"Alright." Mulder answered, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Okay. Do you know how you lost all that blood?"

"You wouldn't believe me." Again, his voice was small. He was
barely getting air into his lungs. He wondered why the doctor 
had decided to take him off the machine in the first place.

"You never know about that, Agent Mulder. You should never judge a
book by its cover."

Something in the doctors eyes made a shiver run down Mulder's spine.
Something was up with the man, but he couldn't place what it was.

Then he began to feel very tired. He decided to close his eyes...

-------------------------

Allison sat in the chair across from Scully's bed.
She was being drawn out of the conversation. Something wasn't right.

She stood suddenly. "Ohmygosh! Come on. We've got to get to your
partner!"

Scully just stared at her. "What? What's wrong? Is he alright?" God, 
she knew that she shouldn't have left.

"No time! Hurry!" Allison answered, already halfway out the door. Scully 
followed. 

Her mind was racing. They had only left Mulder about five minutes ago.
What had happened since then? For some reason, she didn't want to 
know.

The short hallway seperating them seemed to take forever to run down. 
Nurses and some doctors were already following them, telling them to
stop.

They entered Mulder's room. 

Scully was horrified to find it empty. 

---------------------------------

Police were still swarming around the hospital floor when Maragret
Scully arrived. She immediately found her daughter, leaning against 
the wall, a look of pure anguish on her face. Next to her was another
woman, one whom Mrs Scully had never seen before.

"Dana!" she called, walking over to her daughter and hugging her,
in a attempt to comfort her. Scully began to sob. "Shh...
Dana, it's alright...Fox will be fine...he always is..." she soothed.

After a few minutes, Scully stopped crying. "Oh god, mom, he's 
been missing for almost three hours!"

"I know sweet heart, don't worry."

"But I _AM_ worried! Mom, he wasn't breathing on his own! 
Whoever took him, took him off the ventilator!"

Scully was interrupted by Skinner's arrival. He had 
been on the first flight out of DC.

"Agent Scully, what did the man look like?"

"He was about 6'1", brown greying hair and green eyes. He
looked like he was in his fifties."

Skinner nodded. "We'll do our best to find him." 

Skinner walked away to talk to some of the policemen, to 
find out if they had found out any other information.

Suddenly Allison stood up straight. "It wasn't Samuel, but I know
who he is, and I think I know where."

---------------------------------

Scully stared at Allison. "Where is he?"

Allison was quiet for a few minutes before she spoke. "He's at
a warehouse. I dunno what street, but I can see the building.
Come on. We have to go now!"

Scully looked over at Skinner. *Don't tell him.*

She was startled by Allison's voice in her head. 
*Why not?*

*It's too big a risk. The man who has Mulder will feel threatened,
and probably kill Mulder.*

*What? How do you know?*

*This has happened before. We have to go now!*

Scully turned to her mom. She opened her mouth to speak,
but her mom spoke first.

"Go, Dana. Just be careful."

Scully turned and walked down the hall with Allison.

-----

Richard Davis looked at the still unconscious Mulder. He
was breathing in short, quick gasps. Davis knew that it was
a risk to take him off the machine, but he had had no choice. 

Davis was surprised at how easy it had been to kidnap the
agent. No guards at the door. That seemed unusual. Then he
just had to get the agent drugged. He had been lucky when Mulder
began to cough, it gave him a perfect opportunity. The Feebie 
had  suspected nothing. As for getting him
to the car, that had been considerably easy. Take the wheelchair 
from outside the room, wheel him down the hall, go
down in the elevator, shed the doctor's coat in the elevator,
and finally, out the door and into the car, like he was
taking home a relative. It seemed way too easy.

Davis frowned. The agent should be awake by now. 
He hoped that he hadn't used too much of the drug. 

Davis frowned again, as he looked around the room. It all
looked too melodramatic. It was not intentional. There was no
power going into the now-abandoned warehouse. So he
had to use candles - lots of them.  It looked like something 
out of a movie.

He pulled the picture out of his pocket. His daughter. His 
pretty sixteen-year-old daughter. Killed by a vampire. Killed
by Samuel. Samuel had killed her while he watched. Samuel
had said that it was pay-back for cheating him out of money. 

Now, Richard Davis was going to get his pay-back. No matter 
who, or what tried to get in his way.

------------------------------------------------------------------

Mulder slowly became aware of what was going on around 
him. He wasn't on a hospital bed, he was sure of that. He was 
lying on his back, the floor beneath him was freezing. His 
chest hurt anytime he tried to breath. Every part of his body was 
throbbing in pain.   

He opened his eyes to look around him. It was almost 
completely dark except for the dim light the candles were
giving off. He looked around for signs of anyone else but found
none.

Realizing he wasn't in any way restrained, he got shakily to his 
feet. The room spun, and for a second Mulder was afraid he was
going to pass out. He was still barely getting any air into his 
lungs. He briefly wondered why, but had no answer.

He heard the gun being cocked behind him. Raising 
his hands he turned slowly around.

His anger flared. The man who had come into his room, pretending
to be a doctor, was now holding a gun, levelled at his head.

"What the hell is going on?!?!" Mulder said, his voice still
small. It worried him slightly that how hard it was for him
to even get the words out of him mouth.

"Please sit down and-"

"Don't you think this abduction thing is getting a bit old?"
Mulder asked, not caring about the gun anymore. He was pissed. 
This was like a never ending thing. He had been abducted,
helped by Allison to escape, abducted again, then again 
saved by Allison, now abducted again. 

Davis, just shrugged. "Sorry, but there is no other way. Now get 
on the ground."

Mulder just stared at the man. The man's face turned red in
anger. He swung the gun at him, connecting with the side of his
face. Mulder fell down on the ground. Davis kicked him once in the
side.

He bent down and whispered in Mulder's ear "You will cooperate, or
you'll be sorry."

===================

Looking down, she realized she was still in the hospital
gown. It didn't matter, though. What did matter was that she
didn't have her gun with her. That would be a huge problem.
She was thankful that she at least had her cell-phone with
her, ready to call for help if she needed it. 

Scully examined the building. It was old, and had definitely
been abandoned long ago. More then half the windows were
broken and the paint was peeling off in many places. It was a
huge building, about the size of her apartment complex

She looked over at Allison. She was staring at the building,
frowning. As if sensing Scully looking at her, she turned.

"Samuel's already inside. He hasn't done anything yet. He's
watching."

Scully swallowed and nodded. 

"Let's go now. Before he does. He's getting ready to."
Allison continued.

Scully nodded again. She  followed Allison's lead into the
warehouse, praying that nothing went wrong.
-----------------------

Mulder felt like he was in a dense fog. He thought he was
hearing words, but he couldn't process them. His head was
pounding harder than before, making it harder to think. He
knew his eyes were open, but everything was blurry.

The voice talking to him got louder. Finally, something
clicked in his head that voice belonged to the person that had
taken him from the hospital. 

Slowly words began to pierce the fog. "Get up," his captor
was saying, over and over. Mulder groaned. He didn't
think he could move an inch with the pain that was shooting
through his ribs.

Pain exploded in his sides. It took him a second to realize
that his captor was kicking him. He curled into a ball, but
that did nothing to ease the pain. The blows were coming
harder. Pain ripped through him as he was kicked in the back
and sides repeatedly. More than once he was kicked in the
face, he could taste his blood in his mouth. He was kicked
again, and again, and again. He knew that he was close to
loosing consciousness when the 'doctor' eventually stopped.

Mulder didn't move from his position. Before it had hurt to
breathe. Now it was almost impossible.

A hand grabbed under his arms, pulling him up. Mulder
cried out in pain. Everything was blurry, threatening to
go black. He was being pushed forward. He made a few
steps before stumbling and falling. The hands picked him,
and made him continue to walk.

He had fallen three more times before he was told to stop.
He was pushed to the ground. His hands were pulled
behind him, and he heard the snap of handcuffs.

Then there was another voice, coming from behind him.

Samuel.

Samuel started walking towards him...

-------------------------------------------------

Painfully, Mulder stood up. He wasn't just going to lay on
the ground while Samuel attacked him. 

Everything was blurry. His whole body was telling him just
to lay down and close his eyes.   

Samuel was talking. His mouth was moving. He was
smiling. But Mulder couldn't make words out. The only thing
he could hear was the pounding of his heart, and his labored
breathing.

Samuel was less then five feet away from him.

Something jumped out from behind Samuel. Knocking him over.
The 'doctor' was wrestling with him on the floor. Samuel
swung his fist, throwing the doctor back.

The doctor knocked over some of the candles that he had
placed around the room. His clothes caught on fire. He
screamed, his scream a mix of pain, fear, and anger.

With in seconds, the entire wall and floor was on fire.  

-----------

Scully bolted into a run when she heard the scream. She
guessed where it was coming from, hoping she was right.

Allison was running behind her, trying to 'link minds' with
Mulder. When she did, she wasn't prepared for what she got.

He was in pain. A lot of it. And he was scared. Not scared -
terrified. His mind was screaming for help.

She began to run faster, knowing she didn't have much time
left.

----------

Somehow Samuel had gotten behind him. Mulder spun
around, almost losing his balance. Samuel walked closer to
him, and Mulder took a step backwards. 

He could feel the heat from the fire on his back. He shivered involuntarily,
even though he was sweating. He fought the urge to just curl into a ball,
and shut the fire out. 

The smoke was getting thick, making it hard to see. He began to choke on the
smoke, long, body racking coughs that made his sides ache even more. He could
feel the pain in his chest - his lungs complaining about the lack of air.

He turned back to Samuel. Samuel was smiling, enjoying the show. "You're
afraid of fire aren't you Agent Mulder?" His smile broadened.

Mulder looked back at the fire. Its flames were twisting, reaching out. It
took all his self control to turn away from the fire and look at Samuel.

Samuel took another step closer. Mulder stumbled backwards, falling to
the floor. He pulled himself to his knees.

"Sad, that one of your biggest fears will be the one you die by."

Mulder tried to ignore him. He tried to dive to the right. Samuel kicked at
him,connecting with his ribs. Mulder fell down, his arms
wrapped around his sides.

He barely heard his own wheezing over the crackle of the fire.
Something overhead cracked, and part of the ceiling fell down,
landing about twenty feet from Mulder.

He struggled to get back on his knees.

Samuel was blocking his only escape route.
The anger welled up in him. He launched himself at Samuel, colliding with
his legs, knocking the man over.

Samuel was temporarily stunned. Mulder got up as fast as he
could, and tried to run away. He had gotten only a few feet 
when Samuel rammed into his back, knocking him to the
ground. His head hit the cement floor hard.

Mulder slipped into the blackness.

------------

Allison reached the corner before Scully. When she turned,
 she was assaulted by the smell of smoke and burnt flesh. 
 She dropped to her knees, knowing the smoke would not
 harm her physically. But it would make her cough, and
 coughing would distract her.
 
  She tried to look through the dense smoke for Mulder or
 Samuel. She could barely made out two forms running away
 from the fire. The second one was chasing the first one, and
 she was sure that the first one was Mulder, and the second Samuel. 
Samuel caught up with Mulder, and knocked him  over. Allison was 
shocked to see that Mulder wasn't moving anymore.
 
Scully came running up behind her. She gasped and dropped to
 her knees next to Allison. All she could think about was
 Mulder's fear of fire. She started crawling towards the two
 shapes as fast as she could, ignoring Allison's warning. 
 
 When she reached them Samuel stood. He looked down at
 Mulder's motionless body, and smiled. He turned his
 attention back to Scully.
 
Samuel stepped closer. The look in his eyes frightened
 her. She braced herself for the attack. 
 
Allison jumped out at Samuel from the side.
 
As they fell to the ground, Scully moved closer to Mulder. 
 He was unconscious. She reached out and put her hand to his
 neck. His pulse was weak but steady. He was hardly
 breathing at all, and when he did it was a short quick gasp.
 She wasn't going to be able to get her 6'1" partner
 out of the building quickly enough. 
 
She pulled out her cellphone, and called an ambulance.
 
A loud crack vibrated through the room. Scully turned, in
 time to see a piece of the ceiling come down and hit the two
 vampires. Through the smoky haze, Scully was able to see
 that Allison was struggling unsuccessfully to get out from
 under it. Samuel was not moving.
 
Scully doubted that even Allison's extra strength was going
 to help her get out. She felt herself begining to panic. She
 was sweating, not from the heat of the fire, but the cold
 sweat of fear. The fire had consumed the whole wall,
 and was moving across the floor.
 
She was not going to be able to help her partner or herself
out of the fire in time.
 
Allison saw the look of fear go over Scully's face. She
struggled harder,  but quickly realized that trying to get out
was futile. She closed her eyes and did the only thing she could.

***

 Everything was dark. His body hurt. He was scared. The fire
 no longer scared him. He was scared because he was alone.
 And cold. 
 
 Then her voice came to him, soft at first, then getting louder.
 "Mulder," the voice began. "Wake up."  It was Allison. She
 appeared in front of him. He looked at her, confusion 
 written on his face.
 
"You have to wake up. You'll die if you don't." She said,
reaching out to him. He took her hand, but then pulled away.
 
Some part of him wanted to go back, the other part wanted to
stay. It looked so peacful. Not like the world.
 
Something in the cold emptyness seemed inviting.

-----------

Allison saw the reluctant look in Mulder's eyes. "You have to come Mulder."
He didn't look at her. "Scully won't leave without you." she said, knowing
what the reaction would be. "If you die, you know she will too." That got a
reaction. He turned to her. She could see the look of pain in his eyes. He
nodded.

*****
Mulder opened his eyes. He was barely able to make out Scully's face just a
few inches from his own. She looked relieved to see him open his eyes. 

"Mulder, we have to get out of here."Scully said, stating the obvious. 

He opened his mouth to say something, then realized that it wasn't the best
idea. He could barely breath, talking would be too much. 

"Can you crawl?" Scully asked him. At first he thought it was an odd
question, then he remembered the fire. 

Scully saw the realiation cross his face. "It's okay." she soothed. He closed
his eyes and swallowed, then looked back up at her. She could still see the
fear in his eyes, but it was dulled slightly. 

Together the two began to crawl towards the door Scully had entered from, the
two vampires forgotten.

Mulder's mind was racing. He tried to ignore the fire, the smoke, and the
heat without luck. His gaze rested on the fire. Hungry yellow-red
tounges flicking out in all directions, trying to consume the entire room.
He really wanted to curl up into a ball and shut everything out. But that
would kill him. And Scully.

Scully looked at her partner, concerned. She knew he was injured but he
seemed not to notice. He was definitely on an adrenaline rush, and she feared
that it might crash before they got out. His eyes were wild with fear. She was
amazed that he was able to move at all. 

Her heart sang when they reached the door to the hall. It wasn't much further
to the exit. Mulder went through first, then she followed. The hall was
filled with smoke, but there was less than in the room. She turned and tugged
at the big sliding door. Mulder looked at her for a second before he
understood what she was doing. He crawled over to help. They managed to 
get it closed most of the way. It wasn't much, but it would hold off 
some of the smoke.

Scully could hear the sirens off in the distance, getting closer. She sighed,
relieved. They began to crawl towards the exit, which was around the corner
and at the end of the hall. Concerned, she stole a glance at Mulder. He
looked slightly calmer now that the fire was behind him. The startings of fatigue
were evident on his face. Scully gave a silent prayer that he would make it
to the end of the hall.
_________

The two exited the burning building on their hands and knees. Slowly they
stood and walked out into the sunlight. Only when they were a safe distance
did they turn and stare at what they had escaped from. The flames were
coming out of the top of the building, reaching for the oxygen. 

Mulder sat on the ground, adrenaline rush gone. He closed his eyes and tried
to get rid of the image of the 'doctor' as he caught fire. That image would
haunt him for a long while. 

He breathed in, surprised at the amount of pain from the action. His chest
felt like there was something on it, holding it down. To top it all off, he
had the headache to end all headaches. He'd lost count how many times he had
lost consciousness, or hit his head in the past week alone.

He reopened them to see Scully kneeling next to him, a concerned look on her
face. He tried to smile at her but failed. He was surprised at how tired he
was, and how much his body hurt.

Scully's warning bells went off. Mulder looked like he was going to pass out.
He had gotten paler, and his breathing hadn't improved. She took his head
with both her hands and forced him to look at her. 

"Mulder, you have to stay awake. Okay?"

He nodded. Scully debated telling him to lay down. Being on his back wouldn't
help his breathing, and she could tell from the way he was holding himself
that his ribs were definitely hurt. She couldn't lay him on his side either.
She put one hand on his back and tried to support him as much as she could,
and kept talking to him, keeping him awake, and praying for the ambulance to
hurry.

*****

Scully leaned back in the seat of the ambulance, somewhat relieved that
Mulder had lasted till the ambulance came. They had given him a much-
needed oxygen mask, and Scully was glad to see that his color had improved
slightly. She was frowning, though, because of the pain that crossed his
face every time be breathed out.
 
They were lucky. No doubt about that. She didn't even want to think about
what
would've happened if Mulder hadn't woken up when he did. Or if Allison
hadn't known where he was in the first place...
 
So she turned her mind from those morbid thoughts, to all the
questions left unanswered. Who the 'doctor' that took Mulder from the
hospital was, and why he had done it, seemed to be the biggest ones. In all
the excitement, she had never had the chance to ask Mulder what had happened
before she arrived. 
 
She frowned, realizing that there were no definite answers at all. That
really disturbed her. They had been through so much and came out not
knowing anything. Well, they knew some, according to Allison's story, but
some of it didn't sit well with Scully. 
  
Deciding that all of this could wait, she turned her attention back to her
partner.
 
 *****
 
Mulder could hear the sounds around him. Scully and her mother were both
there, talking in hushed tones.  He couldn't make out their words, his head
was buzzing way too hard. Accompanying the buzzing was pain coming from
his ribs - a lot of it. He felt Scully's hand in his. 
 
He opened his eyes slowly, more annoyed than worried when he realized
that he couldn't focus them too well. He guessed that his 'mild concussion'
wasn't that mild anymore.
 
Scully's face swam into his view. Quite blurry, but he knew it was her. She
looked relieved. He tried to remember what had happened last: they were in
the ambulance. After that, he didn't remember much.

He wanted to ask Scully if she was alright. He wanted to ask about Allison,
and Samuel. And he especially wanted to know if they found out who the
'doctor' was.  But, of course, that damned tube was in his throat again. Not
that he minded so much this time. After his experience without it, he quickly
decided that he didn't mind it in.
  
Scully's mouth was moving, talking to him. He wished the damned buzzing
would stop. She stopped talking and looked at him, concerned. He blinked
his eyes repeatedly, and was relieved when he saw a little better. She was
talking again. This time he was able to make out a few words. She said it
again,
this time he got her full message.
 
"Can you hear me?" she asked.
 
He nodded; she smiled. She told him what he already guessed, he now had
an even worse concussion. 
 
Not that it mattered. He needed to know what had happened to the two
Vampires. Scully must have seen the look in his eyes.
 
"It can wait, Mulder." She said simply. He wanted to argue, but he was too
tired, and besides, he couldn't have said anything. He closed his eyes and
felt himself drift back to sleep.
 
*****
 
(2 days later)
 
Scully watched her sleeping partner. He was now breathing on his own, but
so far they hadn't discussed the case. She decided that it was better to
wait.
 
When she told him that, he just nodded. 
 
Scully knew she was just stalling. She didn't want to tell him that there
had been only one body found. And that it wasn't either of the vampires. The
body was Jon Silver, a fourty-three year-old male. His sixteen year old
daughter had died several years ago, in a different state, under similar
circumstances. Scully knew that Silver took Mulder as 'bait'.
 
She had a guard posted outside his room, but it was only there for false
comfort. She had seen - though she was reluctant to believe it - Samuel
change form. He could easily do it again, pretend to be a nurse or doctor,
or even her, and finish his job. That scared her more than anything.
  
Sometime tomorrow, they would have to talk about it. Skinner and others
would of course have to question Mulder on what happened between him
being taken and Scully finding him in the building. Something in her told
her she didn't think she wanted to know. 
 
They would try to find the vampires. Not that she expected much luck. Even 
though she had saved both their lives, Allison was still a criminal. A
murderer. 
 
She looked back at her partner, and said a small prayer, thanking god that
the murderer had found a reason, whatever it was, to help them.
 
With that done, she looked back at Mulder. 

 *****
 
Mulder's mind was screaming that this wasn't a dream. 
 
Allison was in front of him. It reminded him of when she 'woke him up' in
the warehouse. She was smiling at him. Telling him not to worry.
Everything would be alright. Samuel didn't remember. When the ceiling came
down on them, it knocked Samuel out. Erased most of his memory of the
past few days. Allison smiled. Then said that that was what Samuel
believed. After all, maybe she could do some things Samuel couldn't.
 
 *****

that's it folks!