Vampire Series Part II by DiAnn Rating: NC17 - language, adult themes Category: Implied Slash / MSR/ Pure Trash / Discipline And there is (gasp) actually an X-Files story of sorts. Warning: Mulder/Skinner/Scully Also Vampires, Police Officers and Dogs (E-w-w-w!) If you don't like this kind of thing, or you are underage, go somewhere else . . . NOW! I don't want to hear from you and I don't want to hear from your Mama. Spoiler: None. Summary: Vince the voyeur vampire it back and still causing havoc in Mulder's life. Disclaimer: I do not, nor ever will, own Mulder, Scully, Skinner, Krycek or the X-Files. I am borrowing them without permission and am obviously not receiving money for this stuff. We all know who they really belong to, CC, Fox and lots of other people but again, not me. Vampire Series Part II In-Vince-able by DiAnn Motel - Smithville, Tennessee Tuesday - 11:00 p.m. "Come on Scully, not tonight. I have a headache." "Don't give that tired old clique, Mulder. I told you to get over my knee and I meant now. I cannot believe you stood up during an FBI firefight to announce to the perp that he was possessed by the spirit of someone named Benny The Grip' Montangio." "It fit Scully. The way the guy dressed, his manner of speech and those little medallions he left at every crime scene. It was the same M.O. that Benny used in the late 1920's. And he swore he would come back from the grave for revenge right before he was executed." The long suffering Dana Scully rolled her eyes to the ceiling, **What did I ever do to deserve this.** "Mulder, the only reason you aren't dead right now is that the guy was so shocked by your outburst he hesitated a moment before firing. If he had been the least bit less rational . . . " "If Connely hadn't tackled me like that, the guy might still be alive and we would have evidence that I was right." "If Connely hadn't gotten you out of the line of fire, you would be spending the night under a sheet in the morgue instead of under a sheet with me. Now get those pants off and get over here. I've had it with you, Mulder." It was then that Mulder noticed his partner was holding a neon green plastic paddle. "Where the hell did you get that, Scully?" Scully held the hard little piece of plastic up in front of her face and smiled, "At the drugstore, when I picked up the ointment for that cut on your head. It had a little red rubber ball and a string with it. Maybe I'll let you keep the ball as a souvenir." Mulder glared at her. "You are not doing this to me Scully. I refuse to be treated like a child every time I do something that you don't agree with." Scully jumped up off the bed and was right in front of him before he even knew what had happened. Her hand wrapped around his tie and pulled his face down until all he could see were her wide blue eyes. "You listen to me, Mulder. I*am* going to do this and when we get home I *am* going to tell Walter every gory detail. I love you and I am not going to lose you. Every time you take an unnecessary chance and risk your ass, I am going to claim a piece of that same cute little ass. Do I make myself clear, Mister." Mulder gulped and nodded as he was pulled unceremoniously over to the bed by his tie. Mulder allowed Scully to unzip his pants and lower them to his ankles, along with his boxers. How embarrassing. He couldn't believe this was happening again. If he didn't need Scully so much - if he didn't love Scully so much - he would just walk out the door right now. But he did need her, and love her, so he couldn't walk. This control she felt she needed to exert over him could be the only reason she managed to put up with him. And he had to admit occasionally he did consider what she might do to him before he acted. Occasionally. He lowered himself across her lap and rested his chest on the bed. He shivered as she ran her hand gently over his exposed backside. "You know I would rather do other things to you than punish you, don't you Mulder?" "Yeah." She smiled. She didn't have to see his face to know that luscious bottom lip of his was now out in a world class pout. She brought the paddle down hard on his bare flesh and was as surprised as he was when he yelped. "Shit! Scully, that thing hurts." She eyed the little paddle with a new respect. "Really? Well that was ninety-eight cents well spent then." There was now a bright red spot on her partner's delightful butt. She brought the paddle down again adding some more color. Scully applied the paddle with a vigor born of intense anger. How could he just stand up like that and shout at a crazed killer? How could he think so little of himself to take that kind of insane chance? How could he think so little of her? She would die without him. Oh maybe her body would still be walking around but her spirit, her very soul would be as dead as he was. She renewed her efforts to painfully point out the error of his ways. She hardened her heart to his gasps and sobs, he deserved every bit of this and more. **Hum-m-m, this little toy she had impulsively picked up was doing a fine job on him, maybe she should have gotten the pink one too.** "Hi, Gorgeous. Oh-h-h-h, I bet that smarts." Mulder's head snapped up. That damned vampire was sitting on the bed leaving casually against the headboard. And he was smirking at him. **Shit! Shit! Shit!** "Damn you!" The paddle landed with a loud smack on the back of his right thigh. "Watch your language Mulder. I am not in the mood. You deserve this and you know it." Vince chuckled, "It amazing the damage a six-inch piece of hideous green plastic can do. She packs quite a punch for such a . . . a . . ." "Little woman?" Mulder offered helpfully. "Little woman!!! Little woman!!! I'll show you who is a little woman." The paddle descended with even more strength. Mulder screwed up his face and grabbed a tighter hold on the bed covers. "Oh-h-h, guess you shouldn't have said that, Sweet Boy." The vampire laughed and watched the proceedings with intense interest. Unfortunately Scully had found a new sources of irritation to release on his burning butt. Mulder was soon offering his most sincere and heart felt promises of behavior modification. Vince loved every minute of it. He also throughly enjoyed watching Scully comfort her wayward partner until the wee hours of the morning. Walter Skinner's House Tuesday, 10:00 p.m. Mulder's fingers cramped around the pencil he was holding. He had been writing on the pad of paper in front of him for what seemed like hours and he wasn't nearly done. He chanced a glance over at Skinner, sitting comfortably in his favorite chair, reading a book. His boss shifted slightly and Mulder quickly lowered his eyes to the paper again. His butt was stinging badly pressed, as it was, against the seat of a hard wooden chair. He squirmed but that only made it hurt worse. He had also not been allowed to dress and he was cold. Scully had gone to bed early, definitely still angry with him. Instead of her usual concern that Walter would be too harsh with his strap, she had actually egged him on. Skinner hadn't needed much encouragement. SAC Connely had already called him about the incident. Mulder's fate had been sealed before his plane even landed in DC. Skinner, it seemed, was even less inclined to listen to stories of spirit possession than Scully had been. "Nice view, Sweet Boy! Naked is one of your better looks. What are you writing?" Mulder jumped, "God damn it, I hate you!" Skinner raised his head and scowled at him. "What did you say?" "Nothing, Sir." "Finish up, Mulder. We need to go to bed soon and you had better have all 500 lines written, and I mean legibly." Vince leaned over his shoulder and read from his pad, "I WILL NOT STAND UP DURING FBI RAIDS AND CONVERSE WITH ARMED PSYCHOS." Vince patted his shoulder, "That does sound like sound advice, Sweet Boy. Do you do that sort of thing often?" "No. Well . . . only twice." "I see. Well, time is short. Come now, we need to go." "I'm not going anywhere!" Skinner's head snapped up again. "You most certainly are not going anywhere, Agent Mulder, unless it is back over that desk. Now finish those lines and just keep quiet for once." "Yes, Sir." "It's important, Sweet Boy, someone is killing the vampires." "Do they need my help?" Vince placed one finger under Mulder's chin and lifted him from his chair. "I'm serious. You are coming with me. Now you can get dressed or not, it makes no difference to me. I'm sure the other patrons at The Open Vein would be quite thrilled if you showed up just like this. If you think they were feeling you up last time, you can just imagine what . . . " Mulder slapped the vampire's cold hand away from his face, "All right." He glanced over at Skinner. The man had not moved a muscle. Mulder sighed, **Vampire magic - Gotta' love it.** The Open Vein Bar & Grill Tuesday, 11:00 p.m. Vince sat across from him at a small round table. The other irritating vampires seemed to be keeping their distance for a change. "Okay Blood Sucker, I'm here, what the hell do you want now?" "Fox, My Sweet, is that any way to deal with an old friend?" "No, a better way would be with a wooden stake." "You wound me, Sweet Boy." "Not yet, but keep this up and I'll see what I can do. And stop calling me that." "Sweet Boy, we desperately need your help." "Why don't you get your werewolf buddies to help you?" "Well, actually . . . they may be part of the problem. I can't trust them." "Well finally, you admit it. I told you vampires did not associate with werewolves but would you listen to me . . . no-o-o-o-o. You're just like everybody else. You don't believe a word I say until it's too late and then you expect me to . . . " Vince reached over and slapped a hand over the agent's gorgeous mouth. "Will you please just shut up for one minute? Someone is killing my friends, *you* are a duly sworn FBI agent and we need your help. Now, are you going to listen to what I have to say or not?" At Mulder's nod, Vince removed his hand from the agent's lips. "Well, I did warn you about the werewolves," Mulder pouted. Vince sighed, "Yes. Yes you did. Happy now?" When he got nothing but a glare, he continued. "As I have said, someone is killing the vampires. There have been eight deaths in the past two weeks. That is almost one each evening. At this rate, there won't be a vampire left in the city." "And that would be bad because . . . ?" When Mulder saw the anger cross Vince's eyes he decided he better cut the sarcasm and treat this like any other X-File. Besides this was interesting. He hoped Scully would see it that way. "Okay, Vince. Sorry. Tell me about the crimes." "Like I said, eight deaths. They're fine in the morning but then come the night, they just don't wake up. We go to check on them and they are just lying there. We don't know what is going on." "Okay, you've already told me, no bad reactions from garlic or crosses . . . exactly what does kill a vampire?" "Well the wooden stake through the heart works, but of course that would kill anybody. We are allergic to the plant, Night Shade. But that doesn't really kill us, just produces this really itchy rash. I got into it once on a trip to Georgia. I tell you what, it made me wish I *were* dead but it doesn't actually kill us." We also dislike the sun but that is because our skin is so pale. We burn so easily. That is extremely painful but it isn't fatal. I was in the Caribbean once about a hundred years ago and got caught out. Stayed too long at the party, so to speak. I was so burned, I peeled for a month. I told myself then that no matter how much I was enjoying myself, I would . . . "Vince, focus!" "Oh, sorry. Well another vampire can kill us. It's against the rules but I guess a killer wouldn't really care about following the rules, would he? And then, of course, there is angels' blood. Pure, no sin; it's deadly." "There really are angels?" "Of course. But they're usually easy to spot. They sort of glow in the right light. No vampire would willingly touch one. Plus they have these really sanctimonious, self-righteous personalities. Always think they're right. Really annoying. At first I thought your Scully might be . . . " "Vince! What else?" "That's it really. We are already dead so it is hard to kill us." Mulder rubbed his chin, "Well, I think we can rule out the stake thing. Much too obvious. You would notice a protruding piece of wood I think. Tell you what, you come back first thing in the morning and Scully and I will help you out." Vince shook his head adamantly. "No Scully. No Skinner. They can't be involved. Only you and *you* stay with me now." "Oh no. I am not ditching Scully. You just want to get me in trouble again, don't you? No way, Vince, absolutely no way." The other vampires were suddenly surrounding him and pressing close. Too close and they did not look pleased. A few already had their ice cold hands on him in places he would rather not be touched. At least by this crowd. **Shit!** Mulder had spent hours talking to the vampires at the bar. No one knew anything about the murders. They were all suspicions of the werewolves, thought they might be poising the vampires in some way. There had been no reports of strange vampires in the area. It was inconceivable to them that another vampire would kill them. The punishment for such an act was in their words "horrific." They seemed fearful of even discussing what actually happens to vampires who did not follow the rules'. And they all, without exception, did not want Scully and Skinner on the case. "Damn it, Vince. I need to call Scully. She is going to kill me for this." "No, the other vampires don't like her. She frightens them. They think she and Skinner are both too violent. They want you to help us but leave your two psychotic friends out of it." "They are not psychotic. They're government employees." "Ah ha!" Vince intoned as if his point was now well made. Mulder looked around, the other vampires were all looking at him with the same expression, Get-A-Clue, Smart Boy'. He had seen that look before. Mulder sighed deeply. How did you argue this? Scully and Skinner *were* dangerous but mostly just to him. He shrugged his shoulders. "Come on Vince, we need to go find those werewolves so I can go home and face the music." In Mulder's opinion, Vince looked a little too gleeful about the prospect of Scully's reaction when he did finally make it home. Impotent jerk! Vince insisted on driving, if you could call it that. "Vince, look out for that truck! Where did you get your license anyway?" "License?" "Great. Look, you may be immortal but I'm not, take it easy." The car slowed to a somewhat reasonable speed and Mulder allowed himself to relax enough to pull his embedded nails out of the dashboard. "I need to know how you got involved with these werewolves in the first place." Vince chanced to take his eyes off the road long enough to glance sideways at Mulder, "The usual, they offered me something I really wanted in return for some information they needed." "That information being?" "The schedule for the night deliveries of cash to City Bank." Mulder shook his head. Vince was a voyeur *and* a criminal. **Fine company I'm keeping lately.** "What did they give you in return?" "A name." "Whose name?" Vince sighed heavily. "If you must know, the name of a very good-looking guy who was into all the things I like most. They said he was perfect for me. Everything I had ever wanted and more." Vince had begun to whine. "It had been years since I had found someone like that, someone I could really enjoy. I just had to know who he was." "All of this because you wanted to watch some sick pervert get his ass beaten and then have sex! That is so disgusting. I hope this freak was worth all the trouble he's caused you and your friends." "Oh you are, Sweet Boy, you are." Mulder's eyes widened. **Oh Shit!** Warehouse Wednesday, 1:00 a.m. God, the place looked ominous. No one in sight. Dark. Deserted. Perfect for a couple of degenerate werewolves to hang out. Perfect for a trap, too. Mulder jumped as the quiet was shattered by a loud howl from someone's dog. **Dogs. He hoped the warehouse wasn't guarded by Dobermans. God, he hated dogs.** "Vince, are you sure about this? Vince?" Now where the hell did he go. Well, he would no doubt show up again, didn't he always. Mulder very carefully got out of the car and approached the warehouse. **Why did it always have to be some old dilapidated building? Jeez! He just never seemed to get a break.** He entered through a broken door. It looked like the site had been used for teenage parties at one time. Beer and potted meat cans thrown everywhere, even a couple of used condoms. **Yuck!** And what looked to be some kind of small animal bones. He'd rather not think about that. **Kids today.** There was nothing much else to be seen. He made his way around the perimeter of the building, keeping to the shadows as much as possible. Suddenly he was grabbed from behind in a vice like grip. It was hardly a surprise when his gun went flying across the room. "Well if it isn't Vince's pretty little puppy. About time you came to see us. We've been dying to get our hands on you. And we don't share Vincent's little affliction. We know exactly how to show you a good time." Mulder struggled but to no avail. The guy was just too damned strong. "I'm a federal agent. Let me go now and I'll make sure they go easy on you." His captor threw back his head and bellowed with laughter, "You have got to be kidding, did you see that in a movie or something? You are a riot. We're going to enjoy you." "Let me go." Mulder brought his head as far forward as possible and then slammed it back into the face of the man who was so effectively restraining him. The astonished werewolf howled with pain and let go of the agent. Mulder made his run for it. He rounded a corner headed for the exit when he ran into a stone wall. A wall with arms. He was immediately turned and squeezed up against a rock hard chest and held there, gasping for breath. He threw his head forward for another head butt, it didn't work this time, this captor just squeezed him harder. Breathing suddenly became more important to him than escape. A surly voice growled in his ear, "Going somewhere, Pup? We invite you to our home and look how you act. You are in need of some serious discipline. And Victor and I are volunteering for the job." The fore mentioned Victor appeared at Mulder's side and viscously backhanded the agent across the face. The blow, combined with lack of oxygen, made Mulder see stars. The first blow was followed quickly by a powerful punch to the midsection. Mulder tried to double over in pain but just got squeezed tighter for his efforts. The best he could do was a wheeze. "Sid, this little shit hurt my nose. Hold him up here." "He's all yours, Victor." Another hard blow to the midsection that would have easily brought Mulder to his knees. He hung limply in the werewolf's arms. He felt sharp claws rake across his shoulders and chest, ripping his shirt to shreds and leaving a bloody trail on his skin. The pain was unbearable. His chin was lifted so he could look directly into the face of his tormentor. "We have had our eye on you for quite some time, Pup. We handed you over to Vince as a special favor but not to keep. Just a loaner, so to speak. Now it's our turn. We are experts in house training irritating little pups like you." A brutal clip to the side of his head and the next thing Mulder knew he was being carried through the dark warehouse. He was dumped into a small room with only a hard cot, with a thin blanket, in one corner. It looked like heaven to Mulder. He groaned. "Be quiet, my little fox pup. I know what you really want." Mulder tensed as he felt a rough hand between his legs. "You pretty mortal boys are all alike. You say no' but you really mean yes' and you like it rough. You just can't get enough but believe me, I have enough to satisfy you and then some." The large hand was squeezing him uncomfortably hard. "You won't want to even look at your big chrome-domed daddy or that little spitfire woman of yours after this." He gave Mulder another hard squeeze and then moved his big paw-like hand up to stroke the agent's dark hair, "I'm sorry there isn't enough time right now but we'll be back shortly. You rest, you'll need it." Mulder shuddered. He was going to be raped . . . by a dog. **Ew-w-w-w** "Scul-l-l-ly." That outburst earned him another good smack to the side of his head. "Just keep quiet and when we leave, get up and lock the door. It's important." Mulder opened his eyes in confusion, "Wh. . . . what?" Sid pointed to a heavy bolted lock on the inside of the door. "We will be locking you in but it's important that you lock the door from the inside too. The cloud cover is lifting and there is a full moon tonight. We don't want to accidentally kill you. We've decided to keep you with us for a good long while. You being such a pretty little pup and all." After the door closed, Mulder lay semiconscious. He didn't know how long he had been out when he heard howling coming from a short distance away. He roused himself and painfully made his way to the door, throwing the lock. He then collapsed back onto the cot. Sometime later he heard the howling again outside his door and the handle turning viciously. The lock held and eventually whatever was on the other side went away. Dana Scully's Apartment Wednesday, 1:00 a.m. "We are going to have to kill him, Sir. We just can't control him and I don't think my nervous system can take much more of this." Scully's words were harsh but Skinner could see the unshed tears in her eyes. She was deeply concerned about Mulder. So was he. Skinner snatched up the phone before it could ring for the second time. "Skinner." "He . . . hello." The voice was barely audible. "This is Assistant Director Skinner, who is this?" "Mr. Skinner, my name is Vincent. I am a . . . well, uh-h-h . . . friend of Agent Mulder's and he needs your help right away. I thought we could handle it on our own but I just couldn't face those werewolves; so I left him. I know you aren't going to like hearing that, I don't like it myself. But I was never a warrior, not like your Fox. I just couldn't go in there. Three hundred years old and I've never really been in a fight. I thought he would give it up when I disappeared like that but he just went on in and I didn't know what to do and the other vampires were afraid to get involved but now . . . now the werewolves have him and I don't know what they will do to him. Werewolves are not to be trusted. Fox told me that . . . but I . . . well anyway you have to get to him right away." Dana watched as the Assistant Director said something into the phone and then held the receiver away from his head. He looked at it as if he thought it had become possessed. Hope sprang into Scully's heart. **Only one person could bring a look like that to Skinner's face.** "Mulder!" Scully took a shaky breath, "Is it Mulder, Sir? Where is he? Please tell me." Skinner looked down at Scully with huge eyes and eyebrows that had climbed his face. "No. No, I think . . . it was . . . he claimed he . . . he's a vampire who says . . . werewolves have Mulder." "What? Did he tell you where to find Mulder?" "No, I tried to ask him but he just screamed and hung up on me." Warehouse Wednesday, 3:00 a.m. "Come on, Sweet Boy, time to wake up." Vince shook Mulder's shoulder more forcefully. "We have to get out of here now. They have left for a little while. Mulder? Mulder, can you hear me?" Mulder moaned and pried one eye open. "Oh God, it's you. Where am I anyway?" He started to sit up but quickly fell back as pain tore through his body. It all came back to him. Damned werewolves! "Oh Shit that hurts." He rubbed his midsection and eyed the vampire. "Where the hell did you go? You were supposed to back me up." "I was there. I just didn't know what to do to stop them." "You didn't *want* to stop them, you mean. I know you. You wanted to watch. You useless, impotent, perverted . . . " "Now please, Sweet Boy, don't hurt my feelings or I'll leave you here for the wolves. They do seem overly fond of you." "You can get me out?" "Well duh, whiz kid. I just materialize on the other side of the door and unlock it." Mulder tried to grab for the vampire's throat but fell back groaning in pain. "And just why didn't you do that earlier? Like before I was beaten?" "Look we can stay here all night and debate my effectiveness during this little escapade or we can get out of here while the big hairy guys are out terrorizing someone else." Vince reached his hand down to help Mulder up. Mulder allowed himself to be hoisted to his feet, swayed and was caught in powerful arms. With one arm around Vince's cold stone like shoulders and with an equally frigid arm around his waist, Mulder stumbled his way out of his cell. As soon as he started feeling a little more secure on his feet, Mulder pushed away from the vampire and proceeded on shaky legs. He had only gone a few yards when his right foot caught on something and down he went. "Shit." "I told you to let me help you, Sweet Boy. Here . . . " Mulder slapped Vince's hand away, "Leave me alone, I don't need or want help form a . . . " Mulder glanced down at what had gotten in his way. A cardboard box, empty but with a shipping label attached to one side. R.H.S. Pharmaceuticals with a Virginia address. The agent grabbed the box and allowed Vince to help him to his feet once more. As they cautiously exited the warehouse, they could hear howls off in the distance. Not enough of a distance but a distance none the less. Mulder shuddered. Vince moved with renewed motivation and shoved the wounded agent into the waiting car. The Open Vein Bar & Grill Wednesday, 4:00 a.m. Mulder sat shirtless on a chair while an uncounted number of the undead fussed over his wounds. **Jeez, worse than Scully.** "Scully! I have to call Scully!" He watched as the renowned vicious vampires around him stared in horror. "Look, I won't let her hurt you. She isn't really that bad and anyway she will only be looking for a piece of me, not you." They didn't look at all reassured but someone did finally set a phone down in front of him. He dialed Scully's number and waited for the worst. "Mulder? Mulder, are you all right? Where in the hell are you, tell me and I'll come pick you up." "No. No Scully I can't. I still have some work to do here. I just wanted to let you know that I am all right and that I should be home tomorrow or maybe the next day." "Work! What kind of work? What have you gotten yourself into, Mulder. If I find out that you . . . " "What . . Scully? Sorry, I seem to be losing our connection. What? I. . .what was that? I have to hang up now, Scully. Sorry Scully. Tell Skinner I'm okay. What . . . I can't hear you. Sorry Dana, I'll call again tomorrow . . . " Mulder gingerly hung up the phone. It was a wonder the cord hadn't melted. He looked around at the quaking vampires. Scully could certainly get loud when she wanted to. He tried to reassure them, "It's okay, she doesn't know where we are." It didn't seem to help much. He turned to Vince, "We need to pay a visit to R.H.S. Pharmaceuticals, I just have a hunch about this." Vince looked at him with wide eyes, "Pa...pay a visit? We?" Mulder put his head in his hands. All of his life he had been fascinated by tales of evil, blood thirsty vampires. Now he finds out they are all a bunch of sniveling cowards who smell like funeral flowers and like to watch while other people have sex. "How do you people survive? I mean you have to kill to drink blood, right?" Vince looked at him sheepishly, "Well not exactly, Sweet Boy, we sort of steal it." "The agent looked back suspiciously, "Steal it? Steal it how?" "Well have you...uh-h-h-h...or perhaps someone you know, ever said that they felt more tired in the morning than they did before retiring for a presumedly good night's sleep?" Mulder remembered all the mornings he had awakened on his couch feeling like he had not slept at all, he narrowed his eyes at the vampire. "Uh-h-h-h....well, er...that's what we do. We steal from the sleeping mortals." "From me?" "Well, uh-h-h-h...yes, you are a personal favorite of mine." Mulder got up so quickly his chair fell backwards behind him with a loud thump, the vampires actually screamed and jumped back. Mulder shook his head, this was just too much. He glared at all of them and headed for the restroom. He needed a moment to himself. On his way, he shoved by a tall, handsome and very distinguished looking man. A man who did not look frightened, he looked amused. This only made Mulder more angry as he stormed away. Assistant Director Skinner's Office Wednesday, 10:00 a.m. "Dana, you don't mean that." Dana Scully made yet another trip across the carpet in front of the her boss' desk. "Yes I do. I am going to kill him this time. No! No, I am going to torture him and then kill him. No! No, I am going to...." "Dana, stop, you have to calm down. I know you love him. We'll work this out with him when he returns. Let me handle it. I promise I'll make him sorry. Please just let me try to deal with him first." Special Agent Dana Scully turned and smiled at her stern boss, cherished lover and good friend. Skinner felt himself shiver, that smile did not bode well for the handsome, but unruly, young man they both loved. **Shit Mulder, I hope I can protect you from her this time.** R.H.S. Pharmaceutical Company Thursday, 1:00 a.m. "Vince, will you come on," Mulder hissed. If Walter thought he was exasperating he should spend about two hours with this blundering vampire. Totally worthless. Mulder cringed at yet another loud crash. Vince had so far tripped over every piece of furniture in the building. "Vince, keep it down. I though vampires could see in the dark." "Another false legend I'm afra...omp!" Mulder continued to examine the files he had found in one particularly intriguing lab room. R.H.S. was working on a form of synthetic blood. Much more highly advanced than anything the agent had seen before. He wished Scully had not frightened the vampires, he really needed her with him right now. "Mulder? Ouch!" **Jeez! That vampire would be a waste of a good wooden stake.** He grabbed a couple of the medical reports and a vile of the synthetic blood from the cooler. Better get Vince out of here now before he woke up a security guard, probably by falling over him. Mulder secured his find in the inside lining of his leather jacket. He had long ago realized the benefit to the somewhat secret place formed by a small, hardly noticeable rip in the lining. He turned to make his way to the door. Suddenly he was blinded by a flashlight in his eyes. **Shit!** Carlyle Police Headquarters Thursday, 3:00 a.m. Mulder picked up the phone to make his one call. He dialed his partner's number. **Oh please Scully, be there.** "Skinner." **Oh Shit! ** What was he doing there. "Who is this. Mulder is that you? Answer me!" "Ye...yes, Sir. Is . . . ah-h-h, Scully there?" "Yes, but she is finally asleep. You will have to deal with me, Agent Mulder." **Shit!** "I need her to come to the Police Station is Carlyle, Sir. I've been arrested and I need her to vouch for me." "*I* will be there shortly, Mulder. And you can rest assured that we will have a long discussion about this situation when I arrive." "Yes, Sir." **Shit!** "Oh and sir," Mulder whispered, "when you get here, you need to ask for Marty." Mulder cringed waiting for the explosion. "Mar-ty? Agent Mulder do you have your badge on you?" "No, Sir." "Any ID at all?" "No, Sir." "Your gun?" "Well no, Sir. Vince was afraid of it." "Vince was . . . I see. I will be there shortly, Agent Mulder, don't you dare make a move. And don't cause anyone a any trouble either. Got that?" "Yes, Sir." Mulder was busy studying the interesting design of the ugly gray institutional style carpeting of the police station. He looked up just in time to see a very large, very stern figure enter the station house. **Oh Shit, it's Skinner and does he look pissed.** Vince had, of course, vanished when the security guard found them. So Mulder was alone. **Never use a vampire for backup.** Words he planned to live by in the future. Mulder stood up from his chair. Better to meet death on his feet. He saw Skinner flash his badge and shake hands with the officer in charge, Lieutenant Roger Buchanan. A twenty plus year veteran of the force, a man who had been less than impressed with Mulder thus far. The imposing Assistant Director, trailed by several of the police officers, moved toward him. Mulder swallowed hard. This was not going to be pretty. Lieutenant Buchanan pointed to Mulder. "We found this smart mouthed kid inside R.H.S. Pharmaceutical Company but we can find no reason for his breaking and entering. He had no identification on him, was unarmed and had stolen or damaged nothing. He says it was a drunken prank." He eyed Mulder with obvious disgust. "Although I do think he is a little old for such shenanigans, he did appear a little disorientated. Didn't make much sense at all really. Keep saying something about werewolves, vampires and angels. Completely delusional. I couldn't make head nor tales of it myself." Skinner nodded his head sympathetically as the officer continued. "Couldn't even come up with a last name for us. He claims that you know him and would be willing to vouch for him. Since you are FBI, I am willing to release him to your custody. That is, if he is indeed who he says he is. Do you know this man, Mr. Skinner?" Skinner glared at Mulder, "Yes, I do. He's my son." Mulder's mouth fell open. What was Skinner doing? Officer Buchanan shook his head at Mulder. "You father is an Assistant Director with the bureau and you pull stunts like this? Unacceptable, son, truly unacceptable." Skinner grabbed Mulder's arm. "Yes it is, Lieutenant. Do you happen to have an empty office, where I could talk to my boy in private?" "Certainly, right this way." Skinner literally drug Mulder down the hall and into a small office that obviously belonged to someone who worked during the day. Skinner shut the door and closed the blinds on the windows showing out into the hallway. "Want to tell me what's going on?" Mulder took a deep breath, "The werewolves have been killing vampires by feeding them synthetic blood. The blood is lethal because it closely matches Angel's blood. Pure, no sin. So I tracked the werewolves to a warehouse where they beat me but then Vince, he's a vampire, got me out and we found a shipping box with R.H.S. Pharmaceuticals on the label. So we broke in. It wasn't a high security lab or anything. Anyway, I found what I needed but then the security guard found me and of course, that useless Vince disappeared again. So here I am." Whew! That was a mouthful, he looked expectantly at Skinner to make sure his direct supervisor didn't need any further clarification. "Take you pants down." Skinner was unbuckling his own belt as he spoke. Mulder stared at him with wide eyed horror. "What...Why? You can't. Not here, they'll hear you. You... you...please, let me explain. I wanted your help but I couldn't involve you, the vampires think you are dangerous." "I am dangerous, get your pants down and bend over that desk." "You just can't do this. What if I have to come back here on a case some day. How could I work with these guys when they will know what you ...what you did to me." "There is no Marty Skinner in the FBI. Now do you get in position or do I put you there? Trust me, I won't be gentle." "Shit!" Mulder threw his leather jacket on a nearby chair and unzipped his fly mumbling and cursing, " Damn! ****Can't believe****all I ever get is****. God damned**** like a kid****Agent for Christ's sake****Shit ****would never happen to anyone else. . ." "Mulder if you say one more word, we are going to do this right out there in the bull pen. That should attract quite an audience, you may be more trouble than you are worth but your ass is well worth seeing. Now what will it be." Mulder yanked down his jeans and boxers and bent his defenseless butt over the edge of the desk. Skinner wasted no time and brought the thick leather down with a resounding smack, low on his bottom, right where he would have to sit. Mulder jerked but remained silent. It hurt like hell. The next stroke landed in the very same spot as the first. Mulder gasped and held on tighter to the desk. The third was harder than the last two and again landed on that same sore patch of skin. Mulder choked back a sob and then it hit him. Skinner wanted to hear him yell and he wanted those police officers out there to hear it too. The fourth stroke landed with an even louder retort and fell right on target. Mulder bit down hard on his lip to keep quiet. He knew those men could not mistake the sound the belt was making on his bare butt however this time Skinner wanted blood. Not the red kind that flowed but the kind that humiliated. He was going to keep this up until Mulder was a sobbing, yelling mess. And then he was going to march him through that police station and to the car. Mulder strengthened his resolve to keep still even as the next punishing strokes burned across his backside. All within a three inch wide band. By number eight, Mulder was beginning not to care if the officers could hear him or not. He was panting for air and he was sure his lip was bleeding from the torture he was inflicting with his own teeth. With the tenth lash it was clear Skinner was losing patience. It was a real stinger right on that blazing path now scorched across both of his lower cheeks. Mulder let out a scream. From then on it was a lost cause, the damn had burst and Mulder was sobbing and begging for Skinner to stop. Or at least to pick another area to punish. He was sure his performance was being appreciated by the men in blue who were right outside the door. So much for their smart-assed' prisoner. By the time Skinner finally stopped, there was one thick red, black and blue welt right across the fleshiest part of his errant agent's backside. He could almost see it throbbing with pain. The trip home would no doubt be a sitting nightmare. Good, he wanted Mulder to remember this night for a long time. "Get dressed. We're going home. And if you are wondering why I only punished one spot on that butt of yours, it's because I wanted to save something for Scully. Now move." Mulder dressed but when Skinner made to open the door, he held back. Skinner leveled his still angry gaze at him. "Now what?" Mulder shrunk back even further into the small room, looking around frantically for another method of escape. "I'm not walking out there." "Fine." Skinner took two strides toward his handsome young agent. He bent slightly, threw a very surprised Mulder over his massive shoulder and headed out the door. Mulder gasped in pain as his jeans rubbed against his sore backside. Before Skinner and his exasperating cargo could make it out of the station he was stopped by Lieutenant Buchanan. The man clapped Skinner on his upper arm and shook his hand. He almost appeared to be misty eyed with emotion. "If more fathers' knew what to do when their sons got into mischief, my job would be a whole lot easier. I want to give you my commendation for what you did tonight. That is one lucky boy to have someone like you to put him back on track." Mulder squirmed with embarrassment. All he could see from his undignified position over Skinner's shoulder were a whole lot of highly polished black shoes. He tried to keep his head down but he was sure they could still see his tear stained face flaming with humiliation. He tried to bury said face in Skinner's shirt. Skinner reached up and smacked the wiggling Mulder on the butt. "Be still, Mar-ty." He again turned his attention to the officer in front of him, "Thank you Lieutenant, that means a lot to me. You have my word that you won't have any further trouble with this young man. I haven't nearly finished with him yet." They exited the police station to a hearty round of applause. The Open Vein Bar & Grill Thursday, 9:00 p.m. Mulder sat gingerly on a chair facing Vince, a beer sitting untouched in front of him. The vampire smiled engagingly at him, "We are all very grateful for what you did for us, Sweet Boy. It appears that the werewolves have left town. We think they found out about your discovery and were fearful of repercussions from the government. They have no wish to end up as lab rats. And now that we are aware of the synthetic blood, we can take precautions to protect ourselves in the future." "I'm glad you are so appreciative, Vince. Now how about getting out of my life. . . for good this time." "Oh Sweet Boy, you can't mean that. Not after all we have been through together." Mulder glanced over his shoulder as yet another besotted vampire rubbed us against him. He glared back at Vince. "*We* have not been through nearly as much as *I* have been through. I'm tired, I hurt and Scully is still too angry to even speak to me. I can't even imagine what she plans to do to me for this little fiasco. I mean it, Vince, from now on just stay away from me." "But, Sweet Boy, you are so exhilarating. I am still tingling from that episode in the police station. Mr. Skinner is just so..." "You were watching! I just don't believe this. I have had it with you. Don't get near me again, for any reason. I want you out of my life...or I start sharpening the first big stick I find. I mean it, Vince." Mulder got up and headed for the exit. He hadn't gone ten steps when a man stepped into his path. He was very elegantly dressed and at least four inches taller than Mulder. It felt very odd to have to look up to anyone. He realized it was the same handsome man who had found Mulder's situation so amusing the last time he was in this bar. Mulder found himself drawn to his dark hypnotic eyes. The agent swayed for just a moment but finally was able to tear his own eyes away from the man's gaze. "Ex...excuse me." Mulder tried to move around the enigmatic being. The aristocratic man took hold of both of Mulder's upper arms, lifting him off his feet, then he calmly planted his lips on Mulder's in a burning, debilitating kiss. Instantly the agent felt the same sense of disorientation that he had felt when Vince had kissed him but this time is was much, much stronger. The fragrance of fresh cut flowers seemed to flow around Mulder and through him. He felt an electrical charge that started as his toes and ended at the top of his head. He was trembling all over. By the time this new vampire finally released him, his lips were swollen, his head was swimming and his brain had gone to mush. "Allow me to introduce myself, I am Antonio D'Argario and I am king of all the vampires." Mulder nodded numbly, again mesmerized by the vampire's eyes.. "I thank you, My Beautiful Fox, for solving this little mystery and saving the lives of my people. I shall show you just how appreciative I am when we again meet. And we will meet again, My Pet." Someone caught Mulder as he swayed on his feet. He shook his head to clear is somewhat and looked around but there was no sign of the Vampire King. The End Part 2 Continued 3