Vampire Series Part IV by DiAnn Rating: NC17 - language, adult themes Category: Slash / MS/SR/ Pure Trash / Discipline And there is (gasp) actually an X-Files story of sorts. Warning: Mulder/Skinner/Scully Also Vampires and law enforcement officials! Oh my! 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 vampire is back in Mulder's life and so is Sheriff Adams. A terrible combination for our hero. 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 IV Heartless by DiAnn Walter Skinner's Office FBI Headquarters, D.C. "I'm not going." "Excuse me, Agent Mulder?" Walter Skinner glared at the agent sitting across from his desk. "Are you turning down an assignment?" "Yes . . . no . . . yes. I can't go down there, he doesn't like me." Scully glanced at her partner, "Mulder, it isn't exactly a novelty for us to work with local authorities who don't like you." "Yeah, well that guy's dangerous Scully. He held me hostage for two days. He tortured me and beat me and I am not going down there to help him with any case. No!" Skinner sighed in exasperation, "Look Mulder, Roy Adams is one of my oldest friends. He needs us. We can go down tonight, help him do a little investigating, and be back Sunday night. You won't have to make this a regular case or stay until it's finished. We'll all go together, Scully and I will protect you if you really think you need it." Mulder just glared at him across the desk, that all too familiar stubborn look well in place on his handsome face. Skinner rubbed the bridge of his nose. Maybe he could get Mulder intrigued and he would forget about Roy. "Seven bodies Mulder. All were found in the Arkansas woodlands around the small town of Hope." "They were probably innocent FBI Agents that Sheriff Adams found in his jurisdiction." "Mulder, just be quiet a minute and listen. Autopsies established that all had been open heart surgery patients at one time. The only other marks were two puncture wounds to the left side of the neck. All the men appeared to have been dead for several months before discovery. But the really strange part is," he watched Mulder closely, if this didn't get him, nothing would. "All the victims had been reported missing by their families only 36-48 hours prior to their bodies being discovered." He watched with satisfaction as Mulder's eyebrows climbed over wide hazel eyes. Gottcha! Several Hours Later On route to Hope, Arkansas Skinner and Scully occupied the front seat, involved in a mind numbing discussion of pathogens while Mulder contemplated more interesting things from the back seat. Like the two people in the front. He loved them unconditionally, but they drove him crazy sometimes. For instance how Skinner always had to drive. A control issue. One of many for Assistant Director Skinner. His boss had certainly figured out how to control Mulder. Something few others had ever accomplished. Skinner's technique was simple. Love Mulder until he turned to jelly in the man's hands, protect him fiercely - with his own life if necessary and if he got out of line, use his strap on the agent's butt. Highly effective. Mulder sighed and looked at the trees passing by on either side of the car. At least Scully was here this time. Scully loved him and took care of him. She wouldn't let Roy Adams torture him the way Walter had. And that was another thing, Roy liked Walter just a little too much to please Mulder. The Walter stealing sheriff had better leave his hands off of him on this trip. "Hey there, Sweet Boy." Mulder's head snapped around. That useless, misery making vampire was sitting on the seat next to him. Just what he needed, Vince causing his own brand of trouble around the ever volatile Sheriff Adams. "Shit!" "Skinner looked at him in the rear view mirror, "Did you say something, Mulder?" "No . . . no, Sir." Skully turned and smiled back at him. "We'll be there in just a little while. We'll have a nice quiet dinner, just the three of us and then find a motel with a big king sized bed. How does that sound, Mulder?" Vince pouted at his side, "I thought you would share a room with me, Sweet Boy." "Yeah right, I wouldn't share a room with you if you were the last person on earth." Scully's face fell. She was speechless. Walter, however, was not. "Mulder, there is no need to talk to Dana in that manner. She has stood by you when no one else would. She doesn't deserve any disrespect." Scully patted Skinner's arm, "It's all right. He's just upset because he doesn't like your friend Roy. I'm sure that after he . . . " "You don't like Sheriff Adams, Sweet Boy? But he's so big and so domineering and so . . . " Vince shivered in his seat. "No, I don't like him and I don't much like you either." Skinner watched as Scully's eyes filled with tears. He tried unsuccessfully to catch Mulder's eyes in the mirror as he growled at him. "Mulder, don't make me stop this car, I assure you that you won't like what happens." "Tell him where to go, Sweet Boy, if you don't stand up to him, I'm going to leave right now." "Fine! Good! I don't give a shit what you do." "Mulder, I'm warning you." "Big bully." Vince sneered, "You are probably more afraid of me than him. *Are* you afraid of vampires, Sweet Boy?" Mulder rolled his eyes, "*You* don't scare me in the least." The next thing Mulder knew he had been drug from the car and was now being shaken in the middle of an Arkansas back road. Being shaken until his teeth were rattling by an obviously furious Walter Skinner. **What the hell.** "Wal . . . Walter, st . . . stop it. Wh . . . what the . . . he . . . hell has co . . . come over yo . . . you?" Skinner pulled Mulder toward him until they were nose to nose, "Don't you ever talk to her like that again. Now put your hands on top of the car, legs apart, and lean forward. I think you need a little reminder of how to treat your partner." Mulder assumed the position. Why was it that when that damned Vince was around he could only hear what the vampire said instead of the people around him? It was very disconcerting, and also very hazardous to his health. Mulder blushed as a car drove by slowly, the three passengers do doubt wondering what Mulder was doing spread eagled against the car. Mulder was quite sure he already knew. "Look Walter, I didn't say anything to Scully. I was talking to the vampire who was in the back seat with me." He heard Skinner groan just before he felt the familiar leather belt connect with his backside. He thankfully still had on his jeans but it still burned. Skinner knew how to lay them on when he wanted to. He only hit him six times, hard and fast. But it was enough to make his whole butt ache. Mulder tried to keep his ears open for the sound of any approaching vehicles. He wanted Skinner to get this over with before another motorist came by and really got a show. Skinner stopped abruptly and turned Mulder to face him, placing his hands on either side of the agent's face. "Fox, I don't want to have to hurt you. Please try to act like an adult while we're down here." He then kissed Mulder soundly and practically threw him into the back of the car. When the car was once again in motion, Skinner glanced at Scully and then snarled into the back seat. "I suggest you just keep quiet until we get there, Mulder." "But it was the vampire that . . . " "Mulder, don't make me stop this car again. There are trees on both sides of the road. It won't take me a minute to cut a good switch. And you can forget about leaving the jeans on next time, I don't care who drives by." Mulder slumped back in his seat, lip out in a glorious pout. Skinner was gripping the wheel so hard his knuckles were white and Scully was staring straight ahead, back stiff. Great, now they were both mad at him and he was headed into Sheriff Adams country. Not a good situation at all. "That was so exciting, Sweet Boy. Too bad there wasn't time for sex." Mulder glared over at Vince who was again sitting beside him and looking extremely disappointed. This was all the fault of that damned vampire. Wait a minute . . . trees! Lots and lots of trees. Trees could be made into stakes, wooden stakes. And wooden stakes would . . . Mulder smiled, lulled out of his despondency by that one comforting thought. Hope, Arkansas Big Bear Woods There had been another body found shortly before the three arrived. Sheriff Adams had left a message for them to meet him at the location. So motel and dinner had been put on hold. Mulder prowled around the perimeter of the crime scene. The body was in the same condition as photographs of the previous seven. It looked to be a male in his early to mid fifties. Hard to tell much really, he appeared to have been dead for several months. An autopsy would reveal more, of course. He did have an open heart surgery scar. Scully felt certain, from the concave of the chest, that she would find the heart missing entirely. Mulder looked around, the spot where the body lay was a gory mess. Blood everywhere. Vince had taken one look, turned green and vanished. The body itself had been wrapped in a sheet and placed in the woods. The blood was a mystery though. Sheriff Adams had assured him that all the other victims had also been covered in blood. "So Mulder, what do you think . . . vampire?" "No way, Scully?" "Excuse me, but I was looking for my partner. Do you mind if I stick your finger, I need to do a little blood color check." Mulder gave her a look, "Very funny, Scully. I think they may be taking the blood at the same time as the hearts and then dumping it here when they dispose of the bodies. This isn't the work of vampires." "And you know that because . . . " "Well, vampires are afraid of blood. And besides they would drink it, not leave it here." "Ah-h-h, Mulder. It is you. I am so relieved." "Seriously Scully, vampires hate violence." "Oka-a-ay Mulder, time to get you out the sun for a while." She started back toward the car where Skinner and Sheriff Adams talked quietly as they waited for the two agents to finish their investigation. An ambulance stood nearby ready to collect the body. "Just give me a minute Scully, I'll be right with you." He stared down at the body one last time. He could not imagine Vince or even King D'Argario doing something like this. He stooped down studying the pattern of blood splatter. This blood had been literally dumped here, this was not the actual scene of the crime. That had occurred elsewhere. As he got up to leave, he noticed how close Sheriff Adams was standing to Skinner. Why did this have to happen in Arkansas, he did not want to be around Adams right now. And he did not want Adams around Walter at all, ever. He sighed, oh well, the Mulder luck was holding as usual. Hope, Arkansas Red Turtle Inn Mulder sulked over his food. This was supposed to be a dinner for just the three of them. He glared across the table at Roy Adams, who was acting like he had every right be sitting that close to Walter. The two of them were snuggled up in this ugly fake leather booth, eating this greasy food, in this god forsaken town. Mulder's lip moved out another quarter inch. He felt Scully smooth the hair from his eyes, "Mulder, you aren't eating." "My appetite has been ruined." He shot another look across the table. Unfortunately it was met by the scathing glares of the two big men seated there. He dropped his eyes back to his plate. "Walt, your boy there hasn't improved much, has he?" "Sweet Boy, tell him he can't talk to you like that." Mulder dropped his head into his hands, "Shit! Would you just leave me the hell alone?" Mulder looked through his fingers as he heard Adam's growl from across the table, "Maybe we should work on that smart-ass attitude again while he's down here." Mulder groaned and buried his face again, he was doomed. The agent quickly excused himself and rose from the table, indicating with subtle gestures that he wanted Vince to follow. Several other customers, including the ones at his own table, were looking at him as if he were completely insane. Maybe they were right. Vince could drive anyone insane. As he left the table, the last voice he heard was Sheriff Adams', "Walt, you really need to do something about that boy." Mulder headed for the men's room with a reluctant Vince in tow. Vince looked around, "Well this is cozy. Did we come in here because you want another kiss and just couldn't wait?" "What the hell are you doing here, Vince. I have enough trouble with that big hulking jackassed sheriff out there without you hanging around making things worse." "I want to help you with this case." "Help me? Help me how. You are afraid of guns . . . " "Well okay, I promise not to take your gun away from you this time." Mulder rolled his eyes, "You're afraid of Scully . . ." "Who isn't? Anybody with any sense at all would be afraid of . . . " "And as far as I have seen, your only interests are sex and . . . well, more sex. You have no useful skills at all." "I got you off that island and away from the vampire king." "Krycek got me off that island." "I got Alex on the island." "You sank his boat. You almost drowned him." Mulder held up his hand to stop Vince's next protest. "Okay fine, you want to help. Tell me, what do you have to contribute to this investigation." "I know who is killing those men . . . and why." Vince smiled smugly. The Hope-U Stop Inn Hope, Arkansas One hour later "You think what?" "That it is Claymore Cardiac Hospital in New Orleans that is dumping the bodies. They are working from a government grant, doing research on a way to keep cardiac patients alive without the need for an actual beating heart. And that they are holding a vampire captive to use in that research and . . . Walter stop banging your head on that wall. You are going to give yourself a headache." "I already have a headache." Sheriff Adams was not buying this, not by a long shot. "Just where, exactly, did you get this information, Boy?" "Well . . . uh-h-h, it was from an informant of mine. Very reliable when it comes to matters concerning vampires and werewolves. His name is Vince and he's . . . Walter please, stop banging your head. I can't think with you doing that." The sheriff eyed the agent, "If this is the best you can do when you think, then maybe you should stop. Claymore Hospital is one of the finest in the country." "He's right, Mulder." Scully said, shaking her head at him, "Claymore is renowned the world over for their advancement in cardiac care." "Okay fine, if you won't help me I'll just go . . . " He stopped as two large men both reached for their belt buckles. "Don't even think about it, Mulder." Skinner growled. "If you leave this town, if you so much as get out of my sight, I promise you I will hunt you down and wear my belt out on you." "Oh well, Sweet Boy, you tried, time for us to go." Mulder became aware that everyone else in the room was frozen in place. Wow! He turned to the vampire now pulling on his arm."I can't leave. You heard them, they will kill me. And it's not like they don't know where I'm going. You may enjoy seeing me get a beating, Vince but from my end it is anything but pleasant." "Sweet Boy, people are dying. The government is covering up another sordid little experiment. A vampire has been turned into a lab rat. No one deserves that, Fox. And only you can stop them, only you are willing to believe. Besides . . . you won't be in town with Sheriff Adams if you go with me." Mulder allowed himself to be pulled from the room. "Vince how did you do that freeze thing with them. I saw something similar in an old Twilight Zone once. That trick would come in really handy when I drop my gun. Come on Vince, tell me, I need to . . . " Claymore Cardiac Hospital New Orleans, Louisiana Lorna Arnette lie on her hospital bed staring at the ceiling. She was held down by solid bronze restraints. Bronze was the only material that could hold a vampire against their will. It rendered their powers ineffectual. Thankfully this fact was little known and bronze was not as popular as it had once been. Lorna had been around when everyone and their brother had used the damned stuff. She had been Lornavelle then, she liked the name Loren better, so much more modern. And Loren considered herself a real nineties kind of girl. She was tired of all these tests. She was tired of being poked and prodded and she was tired of these disgusting little doctors. She wanted to visit her hair stylist, she wanted to go dancing at a night club, she wanted a real man and she wanted him now. Some people thought Loren was a little overly enthusiastic about sex . . . well actually they thought she was a nymphomaniac. But what was life without a little pleasure. So what if she could only get that pleasure vicariously. It was surprising what you could get people to do with just a gentle little push. And Loren was very good at pushing, gently or otherwise. Loren heard a loud crash come from out in the corridor. Then an angry whisper. "Vince, will you watch where you are going? If I had known you were going to make this much noise I would have just rung the bell at the front desk." Loren's eyes widened as the most gorgeous man she had ever seen poked his head in her door. Whoa Boy! He moved further into the room as another loud crash sounded behind him, he turned and put his head back outside giving Loren a very much appreciated view of his delectable ass. "Vince, this is absolutely the last time I break into a secret government facility with you. Now be quiet, I think I found her." Mulder turned and moved over toward the starry-eyed vampire and started working on removing her restraints. "I'm Special Agent Fox Mulder, FBI. What's your name?" "Loren Arnette. Please help me, I'm so frightened." She batted her long lashes at him, earning herself his most reassuring smile. Whoa Boy! She wanted this man. She wanted him and she would have him, the minute she had her powers back. Mulder released the beautiful vampire and gently helped her to her feet. She leaned into him, her head resting on his shoulder. When they had moved about six feet away from the bed, she suddenly reached up and placed one long elegant finger in the middle of his forehead. Mulder felt his knees buckle as his world went black. Loren caught the beautiful mortal, her magic reducing his weight to nothing as she lifted him into her arms. She gazed down at his handsome face. Now he was hers. She had owned many men in her long lifetime. In fact, at this very moment she had three lovely specimens tucked away at her seaside house. But this one, this one was special. More so than any other she had ever acquired. She had perhaps seen prettier men, although not by much. But it wasn't just his looks, it was his essence that was so special. Never had she felt so much passion and life force in one body. She was going to keep this gorgeous man for a very long time. Vince came skidding into the room, "It wasn't my fault! What kind of health care professional would leave a cart out in the middle of the hall like that. Quite careless if you ask . . . " He stopped and stared at the woman holding Mulder. "Loren? What have you done? You can't have him." "Hello Vincent. It's been a long time. And what makes you think I can't have him?" "Uh-h-h . . . because he's mine?" Loren laughed. "Yeah sure, Vince. Whatever you say." And vanished instantly with FBI Agent Mulder still in her arms. Claymore Cardiac Hospital Security Office While Sheriff Adams was assisting the local police department in questioning the hospital staff concerning the deaths. Skinner and Scully were searching for clues to the location of their lost Mulder. They rewound a video surveillance tape that they had confiscated from the hospital. It showed very clearly Mulder entering a room and releasing a woman who was restrained there. The woman leaned on him as if weak and injured, then suddenly reached up and touched Mulder's face. He collapsed into her arms. Then the one hundred pound woman had effortlessly lifted the six-foot man into her arms. Another man had run into the room, spoken briefly with the woman and then both the woman and Mulder had . . . well, just vanished from the tape. Immediately the other man disappeared as well. Skinner looked over at his agent. She looked every bit as confused as he felt. "I've seen that second man somewhere before, Agent Scully, I'm sure of it. What the hell is going on here?" "I wish I knew, Sir. It could have been a camera malfunction or maybe . . . " She placed her hands over her face, "Oh Walter, I have no idea where to even start looking for him this time." "Captiva Island off the coast of Florida." Scully and Skinner both jumped. They had no idea someone had entered the room. They eyed the man standing behind them. It was the second man from the video tape. "You had better tell us what you know about the disappearance of Agent Mulder or I will arrest you as an accessory." Skinner feared he sounded more desperate than authoritative at the moment. "You've met me before, Mr. Skinner. My name is Vince, I'm a friend of Mulder's." Skinner looked at him more closely, "Now I remember. I caught Mulder kissing you at our apartment." "Well to be honest, you caught me kissing him. He is quite loyal to both of you, I can assure you of that. But we vampires do have a few tricks up our sleeves. And he is just so delicious, I can't resist him." "So where is he." Skinner felt his head buzzing again. Only Mulder could do that to him. Mulder and his weird friends and weirder disappearing acts. "The woman you saw on the tape is Lorna Arnette. She is a vampire, as am I. She is very old, very powerful. She was being held here by three cardiac researchers. When Mulder rescued her, she took him." Vince shook his head sadly, "That boy attracts trouble like fleas to a werewolf." While Skinner seemed too dazed to speak, Scully wanted some answers, "So where did this Arnette woman take him and why does she want him." Scully wasn't really buying this vampire stuff. This man was clearly delusional. He was, after all, a friend of Mulder's. "I believe she has taken him to a favorite place of hers. A house on Captiva Island. It has belonged to her for generations. I think that she would want him there. As to why . . . haven't you looked at him lately? He is quite gorgeous you know." "Would she....would she force him to have sex with her?" Scully had that look in her eye, the one that scared the vampires absolutely senseless. Vince began to question his wisdom in helping these two. "No. No she would not have sex with him." Scully breathed a sigh of relief. It was short lived, "She would force others to do that while she watched. And she . . . well, she is a bit of a sadist as well." "If she hurts him . . . " Skinner didn't have to finish the sentence, Vince could feel the danger in the air. He just hoped he could duck and cover when Scully and Skinner met up with the unfortunate Lorna. Arnette House Captiva Island Mulder came awake slowly. His first impression was of being damp and cold. He tried to remember how he had gotten here. He had broken into the hospital in New Orleans. Vince had been making so much racket he was sure they would be caught at any moment. Then he had found the captive vampire. She had been beautiful. That was it. That was all he could remember. He was most assuredly not in the hospital any longer and he didn't think Vince was around. He would be babbling by now. He was sure he was alone in what looked like someone's basement. His one thought as he drifted back to sleep was that he had one hell of a hangover. Outside Arnette House Captiva Island Skinner and Scully were watching the vampire' woman's house. Sheriff Adams had stayed behind to help local authorities finish up at the hospital. Once again Mulder had been dead on with his outrageous theory. The hospital research department was guilty of numerous crimes, up to and including murder. It was an ugly situation. Roy planned to meet up with them when he could break away. The large white house was set well back from the road, surrounded by dense foliage. Vince had mysteriously disappeared at daybreak and had not reappeared. It was now almost dusk. They supposed with his vampire delusion, he would show up again soon. As darkness fell, several lights became visible in the house. The two had no choice but to continue their vigil until much later in the evening. If they moved too quickly and were caught, they could get Mulder killed. First they wanted to be sure Mulder was actually in this house. Vince did not seem all that reliable to them. If they could locate Mulder, they would call for backup and get him out of there. Arnette House Basement One hour later As Mulder awakened for the second time, Loren Arnette was leaning over his bed gently brushing the hair from his face. He blinked at her a couple of times, everything looked so surreal. He just couldn't seem to focus his eyes. "Miss Arnette?" "No, my Fox. You must call me Mistress Loren now." She kissed his cheek, "You are so beautiful. And you have such interesting friends." Loren moved aside so that Mulder could see Scully and Skinner standing patiently like good little zombies. He tried to rise from the bed. "Scully! Walter!" Loren smoothed her fingers lightly over his face, "Quiet my lovely little Fox, all will be well. We are going to have a wonderful time together." Once again all went black for Fox Mulder. Location Unknown Time Unknown Mulder awakened this time to a gentle rolling motion. It seemed familiar and yet not. It almost felt like the rolling of a ship at sea but if that were the case Mulder was sure he would be seasick. He did not sail well. He opened his eyes and found himself lying on what appeared to be a cot in what actually did look like a cabin in an old wooden sailing vessel. He looked down and realized that he no longer wore his jeans and soft blue pullover. He had on leggings and a flowing white shirt. Oh Shit! This could not be happening again! He had lived through King D'Argario's sick little fantasies, now he was going to find out what Mistress Loren wanted most to see. He sat back down on the primitive cot and put his head in his hands. The door opened a crack and a small man stuck his head just inside. "Are ya' ready fer yer breakfast now, Sir?" Mulder blinked at him. Sir? So he wasn't someone's indentured servant or ill-behaved slave. He was obviously someone important on this ship. Maybe Mistress Loren didn't have the same dark fantasies as the other vampires. Maybe he could get away with just having hot sex with beautiful women this time. He followed the strange little man into what he assumed was the galley, relaxing somewhat. After an interesting meal of apples and some kind of fried pancakes, he ventured up on deck. The day was beautiful, clear and cloudless. The blue sky only a shade or two lighter than the sea. A crisp wind pulled at his hair and helped to clear his mind. "Are you enjoying your voyage thus far, Master Mulder?" Mulder looked around to see a tall, gray-haired man. His handsome face was well tanned and weathered. The look of a man who had spent his life at sea. And he stood with a baring that attested to his position on this ship, there was no doubt in Mulder's mind that this was the captain. "Yes Captain, everything is just fine." "You will tell your father that all was well while you were on board, I presume." Father? "Uh-h-h, yes of course. You know my father?' The captain eyed him with some concern, "Yes, of course. I have sailed one of his ships for more than twenty years and we are close friends. I have dined with your family many times, Fox. I was very honored that he chose me to passage you to America." "Yes. Of course you have. What I meant was, you know my father, he will want to know that all is well with you and your ship." The captain smiled at him in understanding. So his father owned the ship. No one would be beating on him here. He took a deep cleansing breath and began to enjoy the only sea voyage of his life where he was not seasick. A sailor perched high above called out urgently, "Cap'n, unflagged ship approaching hard from starboard." The deck became a flurry of action. More sail was raised in an attempt to attain a greater speed and the three cannon on deck were being readied for battle. "You had better go below, Fox. I do not want to have to tell your father that you were caught in the cross fire of a sea battle." "But I want to help. Do you think they are unfriendly?" "We must assume that they are. Only pirates approach at that speed and carry no flag. I would rather be safe than sorry. Now please go to your cabin. This is one of your father's best ships. We will outrun those bloody bastards, you need not be concerned." "But I can fight. I'm good with a gun. Well, not as good as Scully but still -let me help you defend the ship." "Fox, you are only twenty-two and your father's only son. You are much too young to die and my friend William would never forgive me. Please, you must go below immediately." As Mulder sat in his cabin he could hear a great commotion from above. It seemed to last for hours. This was not good, this was not good at all. These little adventures with the vampires were like nightmares from which you could not awaken. Suddenly his cabin door flew open and banged forcefully against the wall. There, standing with the light to her back, was Dana Scully, a mass of red hair flowing around her lovely face. She looked very beautiful. Very strangely dressed in tight leather pants and high boots but still very, very beautiful. He smiled and started toward her. As he moved, she produced a very large gun from somewhere and pointed it at his chest. "Are you Fox Mulder?" "You know I am, Scully." "That is Captain Scully to you, Rich Boy. Now turn very slowly and put your hands behind your back. If you behave yourself, I won't have to kill you. I'm sure your daddy will pay a very handsome price to get a pretty boy like you back." As Scully tied his hands tightly behind his back, he breathed in the scent of her. He would know Scully's smell anywhere. Even under these circumstances it made him feel calmer. Scully would never really hurt him, even in someone elses' perverted fantasy. Just as Scully shoved Mulder toward the door of the cabin, Walter Skinner stepped into view. "Need any help, Captain?" "Yes Mr. Skinner. Take the pretty boy on board our ship. I will watch your back, make sure there are no heros still alive willing to die to save his hide." Skinner placed his shoulder none too gently in Mulder's stomach and slung him up over his shoulder. Mulder couldn't count how many times Skinner had chosen to move him in this manner. The man really needed to deal with his control issues. Mulder was carried through the destroyed deck of his father's ship' and aboard another to the cheers of the new crew. He sincerely hoped that the other captain and his crew were all right but after all, this wasn't real. He had to keep reminding himself that this was vampire magic. Not real at all. His father did not own ships and that nice, friendly captain was not really dead. He was deposited on deck and tied to a mast. Skinner seemed to be taking the opportunity to feel him up quite throughly. The man had turned into a regular pervert in pirate clothes. "Gee Walter, all you had to do was ask." Skinner slapped him hard across the face making the back of his head impact with the hard wooden mast. "You would do well to keep your mouth shut while on this ship, Kid. The captain may look like a little bit of a woman but she is the meanest pirate on this coast. It would serve you well to remember that." Okay, Skinner was a hard ass with wondering hands and Scully was a sadistic captain in black leather. So far he could live with this. And then . . . "Hi, Sweet Boy. Bound in rope is a good look for you." "Oh Shit! No! You worthless, mother fu . . . " Skinner was back in two steps and had Mulder's jaw clamped in his hand. "What part of keep your mouth shut' did you not understand, Kid. I promised the captain I wouldn't mess up that pretty face of yours but the rest of you is fair game. Do you understand me?" Mulder nodded as best he could with Walter's iron grip on his face. Skinner finally let go and patted his cheek. "Wise decision, Kid. One more word from you and you get a taste of my cat. Got it?" "Your cat? You would make me eat a cat?" Mulder looked at him with a combination of curiosity and wide-eyed innocence, "Are you sure you are Fox Mulder. We were told he was a handsome boy with a brilliant mind. And, that his wealthy father would pay any price to get his exceptional son back. You may look good but I question the brilliant part. And why didn't you try to defend yourself from the captain, are you a coward as well as a dullard?" "It was Scully." Skinner seemed satisfied with that answer. "So you have heard of our captain. Well then, I can understand your reluctance to fight her." Scully's voice sounded from behind them, "Mr. Skinner bring our new captive below deck now." "Yes, Captain." Skinner untied Mulder and began to none too gently drag him down below. The captain's cabin was cramped and didn't smell that great. Mulder would have preferred to stay on deck. For the first time, he felt uncomfortable being alone with Scully and Skinner. "Strip him." Mulder didn't see much use in struggling. Skinner could easily overpower him if he chose to do so, always could - always would. Besides both of them had seen him naked many times. He decided to just try to ride this out. Sex with Scully or Skinner would be fine. Just get through this little nightmare and find a way to escape Mistress Loren, Vampire Nut Case. When Skinner finished removing his clothing, he was pulled to a wall. He did struggle then but as usual Skinner did exactly what he wanted anyway. Mulder's arms and legs were fastened in crude leather shackles so the front part of his body lay flat against the rough wood. His back presented to the room, legs and arms spread widely apart. "Very pretty. Now Mr. Skinner, apply your cat to his delectable backside a few times. I want to have his full attention." Mulder glanced over his shoulder. Uh oh! He saw Skinner move behind him shaking out what looked like a number of knotted leather strips attached to a baton handle. He heard a whistle just before it felt like a whole swarm of hornets had decided to sting his butt at the same time. He gasped with pain. Another whistle and the hornets stung again. He could feel each little leather knot as it sank into his flesh leaving a throbbing blister in it's wake. He bit down on his lip, he did not want to scream or cry out. They already thought he was a coward because he had refused to fight Scully. Another show of weakness would not be advisable. The whip cut the air again and landed on his abused flesh. The stripes were overlapping now. Each stroke seemed to cover every inch of his exposed bottom. He heard the whistle and the hornets sung his tender thighs. He cried out this time, biting his lip quickly to end the sound. Another lash to his backside and he plastered his face against the wall, hiding his tears. The whistle seemed louder the next time and the sting more furious as the leather bit painfully between his buttocks. He couldn't help the scream that escaped his lips. His backside was on fire from hip to mid thigh. He didn't know how much more of this he could take. So much for Scully not really hurting him. Somewhere in his fogged mind we became aware of Scully running her small hand over his punished skin. "Does this hurt, Pretty Boy?" "Yes . . . yes." She gave him a quick, hard open handed smack to his already sore butt. His pained gasp filled the small cabin. "Do you want more?" Another painful smack of her hand. "No . . . no, Scully. No more, please." The smack was harder this time. "You will call me Captain Scully. Do you understand?" He cried out as her hand landed again. It hurt so badly on his already blistered skin. "Good. Let him down Mr. Skinner and lay him in our bed. I don't think he will give us any trouble." As Skinner released him, his knees buckled. Skinner caught him easily, lifted him and carried him to the double bunk. He gasped as the rough blankets scraped his sore skin. Then he noticed that both Scully and Skinner were removing their clothing. They lay down on each side of Mulder, snuggling up tightly against him. Scully immediately reached over and roughly grabbed his chin, bringing his eyes to meet hers. "Why are you so compliant. You don't fight us and yet I know you are a strong man. You took your beating with courage. Why do you behave in such a cowardly manner?" "I could never fight you, Scully. I mean Captain Scully." She lowered her mouth and kissed him passionately until he was breathless. "You are a mystery to me Fox Mulder. And I have always been fond of good mysteries. But I warn you, Mr. Skinner and I share more than this bed. We share a love of dominating handsome young men. For the next few weeks, you will be our slave. You will do what we want, when we want and in front of whomever we want. If you disobey you will be punished. If you obey and we want to punish you anyway, we will. You are no longer a pampered rich man's son, Fox Mulder. Now you belong to us and you had better hope your father pays the ransom when we reach port. We know many perverse men who would pay handsomely for someone of your beauty. We will have no reluctance in selling you to the highest bidder." Finishing her speech, Scully pulled Mulder over so he lay on top of her, kissing him once more. She kissed his face, his neck, his ears, his chest -anywhere she could reach, her small hand slipping down between his legs, stroking and squeezing. Meanwhile, Skinner busied himself preparing Mulder's glowing hot ass. He was a lover of beautiful young flesh, both male and female. And he always preferred a backside heated to a sizzling red, just like this one. He ran his hands over the smooth skin of Mulder's muscular back and up into his thick, dark hair. Moving his large hands back down to Mulder's hips, he carefully sank himself into this perfect young man. He groaned with pure pleasure. He could also hear Scully moaning as she was filled. Maybe this boy was worth a hefty ransom after all. Police Headquarters New Orleans, Louisiana "You want to say that one more time, Boy?" Vince gulped. It was one thing to enjoy watching Sheriff Roy Adams dealing with Mulder but quite another thing to have to talk to him in person. "Uh-h-h . . . what I said was . . . you have to come with me. Mulder was kidnaped. And then Skinner and Scully, well . . . they are all being help captive on an island . . . in Florida . . . by a very unstable vampire. She was captured by pirates a few hundred years ago and taken to the island. That's how Captiva got its name, lots of captive women were taken there by the pirates. Anyway . . . now she finds pleasure in . . . well by kidnaping good-looking men . . . and playing pirate. Well, she doesn't actually participate . . . she watches. And of course Mulder caught her eye, I mean he catches everyone's one in one way or another . . . and I had hidden his gun again . . . after I promised him I wouldn't . . . and then Skinner and Scully showed up . . . and Loren wasn't even scared of Scully like the other vampires are, which isn't normal at all . . . I mean even the werewolves are afraid of Scully . . . and so well . . . we have to go rescue them." "What have you been smokin', Boy?" Pirate Ship Somewhere at Sea / Somewhere in Time Mulder was naked and mopping the deck. He had learned several things during the day. Pirates were not extremely intelligent, a lot of them were gay, they liked to use their hands, they didn't bath regularly and they were, very wisely, all afraid of Scully. All day, he had alternated between spending time in the cabin, flat on his back, with a very satisfied Skinner and Scully. Or doing all kinds of dirty menial tasks around the ship. He had become very good at avoiding dark corners where he might be accosted by his shipmates. And of course the crew was doing their best to find reasons to send him to dark, deserted corners. So far he had outsmarted them, for the most part. While Mulder mopped away, trying to come up with a plan to end this little farce of the lovely Miss Arnette's design, Skinner grabbed his arm. "You're serving dinner tonight. Come on." Mulder was hauled down into the hot, smelly galley. Soon most of the pirates began to filter in demanding food and drink. The crew seemed to consist of about twelve men, with Scully and Skinner bringing the number to fourteen. Nine were present in the gallery at the present time. Skinner and Scully had not made an appearance. Mulder hated this food service stuff. He wasn't very good at it and always got into trouble. He really tried to be careful but the men seemed to have other ideas. Grabbing at him and tripping him up at every turn. If he lingered too long, he got felt up. If he moved faster he made a mistake. That got him smacked or shaken. All in all, a very miserable experience. He had just loaded up the last heavy tray of dirty dishware and was headed for the cooks area when for some reason, known only to himself, Vince appeared suddenly. The clumsy vampire slid on some spilled food and collided with Mulder. The heavy dishware and a good quantity of greasy food went flying into a very unhappy crowd. Mulder made for the nearest exit, he glanced behind him to see the pirates slipping and sliding in their efforts to pursue him. He put on one last burst of speed and reached the door, only to have a big meaty hand land on the back of his neck. He had been caught by none other than Walter Skinner, self-appointed disciplinarian of FBI Agents. A short few minutes later Mulder found himself on deck. Tied face down over a rather uncomfortable wooden crate, butt in the air, awaiting the attention of the said same Mr. Skinner. Vince knelt down in front of him, "Oops!" "Vince, what the hell was that all about," Mulder hissed glancing over his shoulder to be sure no one was listening to him. They all seemed to be helping Skinner select a perfect piece of decking to use on his waiting backside. "I wanted to let you know I was around, Sweet Boy. That piece of wood he's chosen has splinters in it. I bet that's going to hurt." "Of course it's going to hurt, You Idiot." "I would suggest you reconsider how you address me, Mr. Mulder." Fox looked over his should to see his boss glaring at him and holding a very crudely made paddle. "Tell him you would like to address him from another state, Sweet Boy." "I'd like to address *you* from another country, You Impotent Son-of-a . . ." The paddle struck without warning. The pain shot up from his backside, traveling through every nerve ending and settled in his chest. Before he could get his breath back, the paddle struck again. He barely had time to gasp before it landed for the third time. "He's hitting you too hard, Sweet Boy. I think I'm going to be sick." "You friggin' wimp, get the hell away from me." "Oh so I'm a friggin' wimp am I, well we'll just see about that." And then Skinner began to really apply the paddle on it's intended target. By the twenty-fifth stroke Mulder was beyond caring . Beyond caring about the crude comments of the crew, beyond caring about the humiliation of being tied over a crate, beyond caring about Vince watching, or Scully. All he could think about was the burning pain in every inch of his butt. Skinner was furious with him and showed no signs of letting up on this chastisement. The paddle was rough unfinished wood and hurt like hell. Mulder was sobbing openly and begging Skinner to stop and he didn't care about that either. At least D'Argario had given him a different episode each day. This pirate thing was just going on and on, getting worse by the minute. He realized that Skinner had stopped. Had walked away and just left him tied over the crate, sobbing shamefully. If he got out of this thing, no more vampires. Ever. Even if they assured them they knew who really killed JFK, he wasn't listening to them. And no werewolves either. Outside Arnette House Captiva Island, Florida Sheriff Adams could hear Mulder yelling from inside the house. That stupid Vince person had disappeared about an hour ago. Damned good-for-nothing had gotten them lost three times on the way down here, and that was just from the airport. And conversation with the man was unbearable. All he wanted to talk about was Fox Mulder's sex life, for hours on end. Well, Adams wanted to have a conversation about Mulder himself. He wanted to discuss with Walter just how long and how hard he could pound on that boy once they got him back. Suddenly Vince was behind him. "How the hell do you do that, Boy? Pop up out of thin air like that?" "Well, I'm a vampire. We have our own magic. I can appear and disappear at will." "Yeah, well why are you always stumbling around like a drunken sailor then?" "Well, it takes a lot of energy to do magic." "So what you are saying is that not only are you worthless, you're lazy to boot." "You have a very bad way with words, Sheriff." "Yeah, truth hurts. Did you find Walt's Boy in there?" "Yes, all of them are in there. We need a diversion to break Loren's spell. Then we need to grab them and haul them out of her area of power." "What kind of diversion are you thinking about, Boy?" Pirate Ship Somewhere at Sea / Somewhere in Time Mulder had been hauled to his feet and now stood swaying, held tightly against Skinner. Suddenly the deck began to rattle and shake under his feet. Oh Shit, now what. He looked up and saw the ugliest creature, bar none, he had ever gazed upon. Every single person on the ship had been entranced by the horrific sight. It stood at least six foot five inches tall and must have weighed more than two hundred and fifty pounds. It was dressed in a long flowing white gown which was none too clean. And it had magnificent white feathered wings spread out to a distance of four feet on each side, except the left one was hanging at an odd angle, kind of dragging on the ground like it had been slept on wrong. But the face, the face was the worst. It was covered with dark stubble and was all wrinkled and craggy looking, with a big dropping mustache in desperate need of a trim. He supposed it had to be an angel. Funny, he had always thought angels were beauteous beings. Obviously not. This thing was butt ugly. And that nose, how could an angel have an ungodly big nose like that? Mulder felt Skinner grab him more firmly around the waist and whisper one word in awe and reverence, "Roy." And then Mulder saw the resemblance. That angel did look a lot like Roy Adams but Mulder knew for a fact that Roy Adams was no angel. Mulder shook his head, could things get more bizarre? And then the angel spoke. "Ya' all need to let these here people go, or I'll smite ya' where ya' stand." There was one long moment of stunned silence before everyone decided the time was right to abandon ship. The pirates scattered like frightened, clucking chickens. Skinner and Scully were shaking their heads as if awaking from a deep sleep. The appalling excuse for an angel grabbed the other side of Mulder, hooked one of Scully's hands and headed for the stairs. Somehow they were in that basement again. What happened to the ship? They made is as far as the lawn when the huge wooden door at the front of the house flew outward from it's hinges. Loren Arnette stood there, long dark hair flying wildly around her shoulders, cold fury sparkling in her eyes. "You cannot have him. Fox Mulder belongs to me!" In hindsight, the vampire Loren Arnette might have chosen her words a little more carefully. After all, someone had already staked out a previous claim on Fox Mulder. Special Agent Dana Scully, FBI. Without hesitation, Scully turned on her heel and threw herself at the offending vampire. Loren had time to scream once before landing hard on the marble entry way of her own house. One fighting, spitting hot red-head stuck to her like glue. "Get her off of me. She's crazy. She's going to break my nails. Get her off." When everyone else seemed reluctant to get near Scully, Skinner had to leave Mulder in the care of Sheriff Adams and pull his other agent off the terrified vampire. The Hope-U Stop Inn Hope, Arkansas Mulder and Scully were sitting cross-legged on the bed while Walter and Sheriff Adams sat in the room's only two chairs. The remains of two large pizzas lay on the table between them. "So tell us Sheriff," Scully sipped at her soft drink, "did you get a confession from the three doctors at Claymore." "Sure did. Just like your boy there said. They were using that Arnette woman to do experiments on cardiac patients. Seems they were under the same delusion that she was a vampire. They would have her suck out the patients blood, make them a vampire and then remove their heart. The were trying to eliminate the need for the vampire to drink blood and use the altered genes to eliminate the need for humans to have a functioning heart. Usually the patient died but a couple were still alive at the hospital, poor bastards." Mulder looked puzzled. "But what about all that blood at the scene. They had to bring that with them and just dump it. It had no reason for being there." "Well, it seems that was the point. They thought if they made it look gruesome enough, no one would suspect the prim and proper hospital. They saved most of the blood that Miss Arnette retrieved for them. Seems she didn't want to drink it all. Afraid she might gain weight." Mulder looked over at his boss hopefully, "So everything is wrapped up here. Do we head back tomorrow morning?" Sheriff Adams held up one hand, palm out, "Just a minute young fella, stop right there. You and I still have some discussin' to do. Now we can either do it right here, right now, with your friends watching. Or we can visit my fishing shed in the morning." "What?" Mulder jumped up from the bed and stared angrily at the sheriff. "No way! You are not doing that to me again. Besides don't you think I have been beaten enough for one weekend?" Skinner looked at him sternly, the stop this nonsense' look. "What are you talking about Mulder? We were held prisoner in that basement but no one even touched you. I was watching every minute." "What! You don't remember the wall with the cat and that crate and the splinters?" Scully was giving him her concerned look again. The one that said she had carefully checked out all the hospitals in the DC area and he would be well cared for. "There was a cat in the wall, Mulder?" Mulder looked up at the ceiling for a moment, "Oh just forget it." He then glanced over at Skinner. "You promised, if I came down here and helped on this case, that you would protect me from ". . . him." He pointed his finger accusingly at Adams. "Mulder, that was before you chose to ditch all of us and run off to solve this case on your own. Causing us, to once again have to track you down and save your ass. I told Roy he could punish you, you need a stronger hand than I have the heart to give you. You are going to pull that stunt once too often, Mulder and get yourself killed." The sheriff patted his leg, "Come on, Son. Get undressed and then come over here and get across my knee. Let's get this over with. We don't need to drive all the way out to the lake tomorrow. Don't you want to get an early start home?" Mulder shot his best puppy dog face at Scully. She refused to meet his eyes. "Scully?" "Oh Mulder, I don't like to see you punished but you just scare me to death sometimes. No matter what Walter and I do or say, you just continue to carelessly put your life in danger. After that time when Sheriff Adams took you to his shed, you behaved for almost four months. That's a record, Mulder." Mulder made a mad dash for the door. Skinner wrapped one big arm around his waist and pulled him back, tugging him up tightly against his chest, his arms trapped between their bodies. "Mulder, I was hoping to do this the easy way. You are not leaving this room. Do you understand me. So unless you want a very public punishment at another location, like Roy's office or even Main Street for all I care, I would suggest you get over Roy's lap now." So once again Mulder lay across the lap of Roy Adams while the good sheriff slapped away at his unprotected butt. It didn't take long at all for the big man's calloused hand to have him whining like an apologetic five year old. Shit! And it was even worse to have Scully watching this time. Mulder was concentrating on just hanging on until Adams got tired, it didn't seem to be happening but one could always hope for a miracle. All Mulder could think about was the pain in his butt, trying to control his sobs and how humiliated he was at the moment. Then things got worse, Vince suddenly appeared in his line of vision. Kneeling down, looking right into Mulder's teary eyes. "Look, Sweet Boy, I got a splinter in my thumb on that awful ship." "I hope your damned hand falls off, You Blundering Asshole.. Ouch!." "Not the best time to be calling me an asshole, Boy. I can make this hurt a whole lot more if I want to." Adams increased his efforts to leave not one inch of Mulder's skin unblistered. That man's hand was as hard as Scully's hairbrush. "Oh-h-h, Sweet Boy, that's gotta' hurt." "Not as much as I'm going to hurt you when I get my hands on you,Jerk Off. Ouch!" "You just don't learn, do ya', Boy?" Vince giggled and clapped his hands gleefully. Mulder eyed the chair leg right by his upside down face, all he had to do was sharpen one end into a slight point and . . . The End Part Four Continued 5