Vampire Series by DiAnn The Village The Next Morning Mulder stared at the brightly colored, but faded tent in front of him. Fortune Teller? Sergei had brought him to a gypsy fortune teller? He turned around with one eyebrow climbing, "This is where I can get the answers I need?" "Grunt." Mulder pulled back the heavy flap and started into the tent. Then he noticed that Sergei was hanging back. "You not coming, Serg?" "Grunt." Mulder shrugged and entered the tent. It was even smaller than it looked from the outside, the air was stale and ripe with the smell of garlic. A crudely built table and two straight back chairs took up most of the center space. A very large black man took up what space was left. "Uh-h-h-h, Sir, do you know where I can find the fortune teller?" The man turned around, "Why right here, Mr. Mulder." "Mr. X?" "Yes, Mr. Mulder. Vince is doing me a favor." "You know Vince?" "Mr. X knows all, Agent Mulder. Now shall we get started. Take off your cloths." "What!' "I said, take off your clothes. You owe me." X stuck his head out of the tent, tuned his sign to closed' and tied the ends of the tent flaps shut. "There, that should give me all the privacy I need to deal with you." "What did I ever do to you?" "You got me killed." "Well Jeez, hold a grudge why don't you." "Agent Mulder, I have the information you need to solve this case and get back where you belong. I suggest you do exactly as I say. Now strip!" Mulder stood naked and shivering in the center of the tent as Mr. X walked around him. "I always thought you would look like this. Nice, very nice. Vince was right." "That would be a first," Mulder mumbled. X brought his right hand down in a resounding slap to Mulder's backside. "Ouch!" X grabbed Mulder's arm and steered him toward the table. He took a seat in one of the chairs and forcefully pulled the agent across his knees. Mulder struggled for all he was worth but X soon had him pinned, right arm held firmly behind his back, knees trapped by one of X's sturdy legs. X rubbed his hand over the buttocks now turned up for his attention. He liked the contrast of his dark hand against the white skin. The tinge of pink in the shape of his hand print was quite attractive too. He decided to increase that shade a little. "Now Mr. Mulder, I am going administer the hiding I always longed to give you. You may ask me anything you want to know pertaining to the Skinner Mansion while I attend to your spanking. Now, ask your first question." X brought his hand down hard on the waiting bottom. He felt Mulder jerk as he asked, "Whose body was found in that house?" X's large hand slapped steadily at the pinkening backside over his lap, "The bodies belonged to the mistress of the house, Dana Scully and a very attractive young servant, now represented by you, I believe." Mulder squirmed and scrunched up his eyes. It was hard to think with his backside on fire like this. "Why . . . why were they killed?" Mr. X continued his relentless pounding. Never missing a beat as he spoke. "It seems the master of the house, Walter Skinner, fell hard for the handsome young male servant causing his wife to go into a fit of rage. She killed the boy." X saw a spot he had neglected and proceeded to apply his hand there. "The boy, for some unknown reason, was in love with Walter's hunchback brother, Sergei. When Dana killed the boy, Sergei killed her. Walter was so enraged by the loss of both his wife and the man he loved, he killed his brother." X stopped a moment to admire his work. Mulder was quite red and blistered. Probably felt like it had been doused with kerosene and then lite with a match. The agent had absolutely no idea how many times Mr. X had dreamed of doing just this. If anyone deserved a good tanning, it was Fox Mulder. X resumed his relentless smacks. "Why wasn't . . . Sergei's body found?" "I don't know." "What . . . happened to Wal . . . Walter?' Mulder gasped out. He felt hot tears running down his face but refused to let X know about them. "He was hanged for the murders." X applied his stinging palm to the tops of Mulder's thighs. Mulder struggled harder to get off the man's lap but X was just too strong and had too good a hold on him. Mulder gasped out his pain and suffering. "And . . . the mad . . . doctor?" X was really enjoying himself. This boy could take a lot of punishment before he broke down. But break down her would. X slapped harder, covering the area from the top of his hips to the middle of his thighs over and over again. What a glorious shade of red. "He escaped to continue his research. After Walter was executed, the doctor married Dana Skinner's sister and inherited the Skinner Mansion. The doctor you know back in your own time is a decedent of that union." "When . . . did this . . . this happen." Mulder was in too much pain to concentrate. He needed this to be over so he could think straight. "Tonight." Mr. X applied a final volley of stinging blows to the now sobbing agent and abruptly set him on his feet. Mulder swayed and would surely have found himself on the ground had not Mr. X held him upright. X patted his back as he held him against his broad chest. "Just calm down, it's all over now, Mulder. I know it hurts but it hurt to be shot in your hallway too." "I want . . . want you to know I really appreciate it that your wrote that message in blood on my floor. Marita isn't a whole lot of help but I guess she's better than nothing." "Marita?" "Yeah you know. at the United Nations. The Special Representative to the Secretary General. You wrote SRSG.. Don't you remember?" "I didn't mean to write SRSG. I was trying to write SHIT. It was a message for you, You Little Shit." "Oh." "Yeah Oh', now get out of here before I decide to bend you over this table and exact a little more personal revenge. It's what Vince wants me to do, you know." Mulder was still wiping tears from his eyes as he hurried out of the tent to find Sergei. Skinner Mansion One Hour Later Sergei was once again rubbing soothing ointment into Mulder's abused backside. "Grunt." "We've got to stop the murders tonight night, Serg. If we can change what happens in this house, it will change history and that evil doctor can't finish his fiendish creation." Mulder looked over his shoulder, bottom lip trembling, "You are going to help me, aren't you Serg?" "Grunt." "Ple-e-e-ease?" Mulder batted his lashes and stuck his lip out another fraction of an inch. "Grunt." "I think the best way is for me to put the moves on Scully. I really hate to do that, she's had me cornered in every room of this house. The woman is insatiable and a little too much into bondage for my liking. I've really got to talk to her about that when we get back. I don't mind rough sex but Scully is downright dangerous." "Grunt." "Okay, first we keep Scully from killing the kid . . . uh-h-h, well, from killing me." Dana's bedroom One Hour Later "Oh Fox Darling, what a surprise. I thought you had been avoiding me after that little incident with the harness and the raspberry jam." "Uh-h-h, no, but I really don't think raspberry jam should be put . . . " "What about our little morning ride in the forest, have you forgiven me for that?" "Well, yeah sure I have. But Scul . . . I mean Mistress Skinner, I really do need to wear cloths when I ride and I prefer to sit up in the saddle." "I'm sorry, Darling, I just couldn't resist the view." Dana sauntered up to him, hips swaying enticingly under soft beige silk, "So what did you want to talk to me about, Fox Darling?" "Well I . . . it's just that . . . well, I wanted to tell you how much I admire you . . . and how much I enjoy our time together." Scully started clapping her hands as she ran for her trunk, "Oh Fox, I'm so glad to hear you say that. I just got a new riding crop and some wonderful leather cuffs. You will look just adorable in them! I really thought I would have to trick you to . . . " Mulder looked at her in horror. "No, no wait. Riding crop! Please Mistress, wouldn't you like to do something more romantic this time. I don't know . . . something nice . . . maybe without the whips and chains?" She pinched his cheek, "You are just too cute. Of course we don't have to use the chains." She turned around and hurried back to her trunk from hell, "Now let me see, I know I have some lovely rope in here somewhere." Mulder groaned. Sergei's Basement Room Three Hours Later Mulder hobbled into the sanctuary that was his lover's room. Thank goodness that Sergei was in this house. Without him, Mulder was not sure he would survive. Sergei met him at the door with the pot of ointment. "Grunt." "Well, that should take care of Scully. No way will she kill me now, I promised to play Nurse Nancy and the Prostrate Patient' with her tomorrow. Now for the good doctor." Sergei enjoyed smoothing the ointment on nearly every inch of Mulder's newly abused body, while the agent laid out his plan. The Basement Laboratory Two Hours Later "What are you doing here?" Mulder smiled at the doctor. The smile he usually saved for getting extra large portions out of waitresses and signed 302 forms out of Walter. "I wanted to see you, that's all. I've been trying to sneak down here alone all week." "Why? What do you want?" Ramsey eyed him warily. Mulder looked around, then batted his lashes at the doctor. "This is all so fascinating. What exactly are you working on, Dr. Ramsey?" "I'm . . . I'm creating" He pointed vaguely a the sheet-covered body lying on his table, "the perfect chicken thief. The gypsies will pay a fortune for him." Mulder hid his grimace, "I see. That must be . . . very rewarding work." "Yes," the doctor was now flushed and shaking visibly, "Yes my work is my whole life. Did you come down here to be part of my experiments?" Mulder walked closer and ran his hand seductively down the man's arm. "Work-work-work. It that all you ever think about? I'd just want to get to know you better." He looked into the doctor's eyes and slowly ran his wet pink tongue over his lush bottom lip. "You know . . . become friends . . . really close friends." The doctor had him bent backwards over a table and in a lip lock so quickly Mulder had not even had time to resist. Shit! Come on Sergei, get down here. I've lost control of this and I'm about to lose even more than that. The door gave up it's customary creek as it slammed back against the wall. Walter Skinner loomed in the entrance, with Sergei right on his heels. "Dr. Ramsey, what it the meaning of this?" "He . . . he came down here and seduced me. It was all him. It was all his fault!" He pointed a finger at Mulder who by this time had managed to scrounge up a few tears and was looking at Walter with wide innocent eyes. "Fox, why are you here?" "He sent word by Sergei that you were waiting for me here, so I came as quickly as I could. I..." Mulder let another tear fall and stuck out his quivering lip, "He . . . he tricked me. He tried to . . . to . . . " Walter had his arm around the distressed agent. "That's all right, Fox, I know you aren't used to the ways of lecherous men like the doctor." He smoothed Mulder's hair away from his face before returning his attention to the doctor. He didn't catch Sergei rolling his eyes. "Dr. Ramsey, you will leave my home at once." "But he . . . " "Not another word about this innocent boy, you are no longer welcome here. Now go." Walter turned to his trembling young servant. "Fox, would you like to come to my rooms. I can make you feel so good. You'll forget all about this unfortunate incident." "Could . . . could I just . . . just have a little time to pull myself together. I could come up later, maybe bring that whipped cream you like so much." Now Walter was the one trembling. "Yes. Yes, that would be wonderful, Fox. Come up as quickly as you can. I'll be waiting for you." Sergei's Basement Room 10 Minutes Later "Sergei, we did it. Scully is pacified, the doctor is gone and Walter is safely tucked away in his room waiting for a whip cream bath." He grabbed the hunchback and danced around the room with him. "We did it!" He finally settled down enough to realize that Sergei wasn't cooperating with him. "Serg, what's wrong. We did it, aren't you happy?" "Grunt." Sergei pointed to the scarred table in the middle of the room. Mulder walked over there and was immediately strong armed over it, face down. Wow, that Sergei was stronger than he looked, that hump was deceiving. "Sergei, what's wrong?" The hunchback pulled the agent's pants down to just below his knees. "Oh I get it, the excitement got the old adrenalin going." Sergei flipped his shirt up over his back. "Can't we do this on the bed, it would be a whole lot more comfortable and . . . " Mulder twisted around to look at his lover and was amazed to see Sergei welding a thick leather strap. "Grunt." Sergei brought the razor strop down hard on the agent's bare backside. "Ouch! That hurts! Sergei what's wrong?" "Grunt." "Ouch! Stop please, what did I do?" "Grunt." "Oh-h-h-h, come on, Serg." "Grunt." "Ple-e-e-ease, Sergei, please stop." "Grunt." "Please no more. I can't take any more. Please." "Answer me, Mulder, why were you kissing that man?" "What!" Mulder's head snapped up just as Walter's strap snapped down. "Ouch!" "I'm not stopping until you tell me about that guy in the garden, Mulder. And I do not want to hear anything about vampires." He strap painted another angry stripe on Mulder's sore butt. "Walter . . . please stop. Just stop and I'll tell you everything. I will! I promise!" "All right." Skinner let the strap fall to his side. "But stay in position over that desk. I may not be done with your backside just yet." "Walter, I can't talk with my butt in the air." The strap snapped down again."Ouch!" "Your butt is fine just where it is. Now what were you doing in my garden kissing a strange man?" "His partner . . . lover . . . whatever, was one of the doctors doing experiments to create the perfect telemarketer. He was trying to tell me what he knew about it when that damned vampire started doing that . . . that . . . that thing again. You know where he says something, usually something stupid that I can't ignore and then I say something and then people start hitting me. Happens all the time. If I ever . . . Ouch!" "You're babbling. Have you been in my Scotch again. You know you can't drink. Normal people have a drink and relax. You have a drink and start seeing vampires. Now did you want to kiss that man?" Mulder sighed, "No." "Where did he come from?" "He was with the convention." "What convention?" "The medical convention at the Inn." "What Inn?! Mulder get up, I think the blood is leaving your brain or something." Mulder levered himself up and rubbed his aching backside. He looked around. He was still at the mansion but it looked different, more cared for. He quickly rearranged his clothing before Walter could change his mind. "Are we still at the mansion?" Skinner eyed him with concern, "Yes, we came up here for the weekend. You do remember driving up here don't you Mulder?" "Uh-h-h-h . . . " Walter laid his land on Mulder's shoulder and looked in his eyes, "We drove up on Friday night right after work. This is the Skinner Mansion right outside of Boston. It's been in my family for six generations. You've spent time here before, Mulder." "It isn't an Inn with an evil doctor in the basement?" The AD lifted Mulder's chin so they were eye to eye, "Are you all right?" Mulder broke out in a wide grin, "Yeah! Yeah, I'm great. So this house is yours. Been in your family for generations! That's great! Wonderful! This just couldn't be better. No insane doctors. No heinous telemarketer. No sadistic Scully." "Well, I wouldn't go that far. She is kind of angry with you right now." "Why? What did I do?" "You were supposed to help her in the basement today. She really wants to go through all that old junk down there this weekend. You know Dana, she just loves to explore dusty old places." Just then Scully came skidding into the room. "Walter, Mulder, you have to come with me. Now! Come on! Hurry!" "I'm still talking to Mulder. He hasn't explained about that man yet." "Walter, would you just forget about that. Didn't you get a good look at his eyes, he was so far out in the Mulder-Zone' he probably thought it was one of us kissing him. And besides, if you don't want people kissing him, don't let him go out wearing that speed-o. Now come on! You aren't going to believe what I found!" Skinner rolled his eyes, "Another grungy old antique, Dana? I told you this old house is full of skeletons in every closet." "You got that right, now come on." Skinner House Basement "It's a body! It was stuffed in that old trunk. Why would someone dispose of a body in a trunk like that. I think it's at least two hundred years old." Mulder walked over and looked down at the misshapen skeleton curled up in the trunk. He instantly fell to his knees beside it and let his head drop dejectedly to the edge of the deteriorated old trunk. "Oh Serg," Mulder sobbed. He was inconsolable in his pain and grief over the pitiful pile of twisted and petrified bones. Mulder felt a very familiar arm go around him, "It's all right, Sweet Boy, he went peacefully in his sleep at a very old age. And he loved you until the day he died." Vince rubbed the distressed agent's back soothingly. "It just wasn't deemed proper to entomb someone like Sergei in the family crypt back then. He really didn't mind this final resting place." Mulder broke into a new wave of heart wrenching sobs. Skinner eyed Scully over Mulder's head. "What the hell?" "He's compassionate by nature, Sir." Skinner studied his sobbing agent, "Yeah well, if he acts like this over a two hundred-year-old corpse, what would he do if it were someone he loved?" The End Seven Continued 8