Vampire Series Part I 



Rating: NC17 - language, adult themes

Category: Implied Slash / MSR / Pure Trash / Discipline

Warning: Mulder/Skinner/Scully

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.

Special Note: You really should read the previous stories in
Painful Experience Series for this one to make sense. Especially
#3 Repeat Performance, and #4 Never Trust a Vampire. Also
mentioned: #7 Uninvited Guests, #8 A Little Help From My Friends,
#9 Mama's Boy and #10 Doctor's Orders. As I said, maybe you
should just read all of them before you try this one.

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 I Con-Vince Me by DiAnn 



Mulder's Apartment Tuesday - 1:45 a.m. 

"Mulder." Softly, so very softly. So softly it elicited no
response from the sleeping man on the leather couch.

"Mulder."

Mulder felt the faint stir of stale air against his face. The
first breath of a sweet, almost cloying odor. He fought his way
to consciousness, feeling somehow sure, though he could not have
said how, that he was no longer alone in his apartment.

He leaned up slowly and looked around, the hair on the back of
his neck rising. No one. No one there.

Taking a deep breath, he relaxed slightly, chalking up this
sudden bout of paranoia to the fact that he hadn't stayed in his
own apartment in months. But tonight, Scully and Skinner were
both out of town. In different directions, thank goodness. Mulder
didn't mind sharing *his* Scully with *his* Skinner but he wanted
to be present when it happened. Actually, he preferred being
right in the middle . .. literally.

That thought brought a warm feeling deep in his belly. He smiled
and started to turn over on his couch.

"Come on, Gorgeous, time to wake up now."

His eyes snapped open. Had he really heard that? A sound like
dried leaves scraping across cemetery grass. **Now, where had
that thought come from?** Scully better get back soon; he was
really losing it.

He turned, slowly faced the room and rose to one elbow. He began
reaching carefully for his weapon lying on the nearby coffee
table, within easy reach. He always kept his weapon within easy
reach. Well, usually within easy reach, everyone dropped things
occasionally. He looked around and saw . . . no one.

**What the Hell!** Mulder shook his head. Obviously, he had
experienced one alien, morphing, petroleum by-product, pre-
cloned, sister-snatching government cover-up too many and his
mind had decided to go on vacation without him.

He took a deep breath and started to sit up. He would never be
able to sleep now. He blinked his eyes and . . . suddenly there
was someone right beside him. Sitting on his coffee table.
Staring at him as if his presence should not surprise Mulder in
the least.

"Holy shit!" Mulder started to get up, his weapon aimed at the
intruder's chest. But the person . . . entity . . . 'one taco too
many' apparition, simply reached out with one hand on Mulder's
chest and pushed him back down. He then calmly took Mulder's gun.
The agent felt certain he should stop him from doing this, he
just wasn't sure how to do it. He shook his head, trying to clear
his confused thoughts.

Then Mulder got a good look at his visitor. Young, blond, pale,
good looking in a yuppie sort of way. But with slate blue eyes
Much too old for his face. Ancient eyes. "You!"

"You remember me? How flattering, Sweet Boy." The intruder easily
kept the struggling agent pinned to the couch, glanced at the gun
he now held with distaste and gingerly put it aside.

"You're the damned vampire who took my gun! Where are your
sidekicks? Why do you hang out with werewolves? Let me see your
teeth. Can you go out during the day? Do you like garlic? Are you
. . . "

"Enough!"

Mulder's ears were ringing. And he'd thought only Skinner could
attain that kind of volume. Damned vampire steals his gun, gets
him in trouble with Scully and now he breaks into his apartment
and yells at him. Some nerve.

"Who are you? What do you want with . . . "

His uninvited guest grabbed him by the front of his shirt and
shook him like an errant puppy.

"Will you be quiet!" The vampire sighed wearily, "I had
remembered only how beautiful you were, but not how irritating.
No wonder your friends are so . . . strict with you."

Mulder glared at him, "What do you mean by that?"

The vampire smiled. Keeping one hand pressed down on Mulder's
chest, he gently placed the other on the agent's forehead.

Mulder jolted as he was assailed with vivid visions: Scully and
himself in a motel room, she simultaneously punishing him with
that god-awful hairbrush and making sweet soothing, passionate
love to him.

Him bent over a chair as Skinner lashed him with his belt while
Krycek, handcuffed to the bed, watched.

Scully and Skinner making blissful love while he writhed in
unbridled passion between their hot, sweaty bodies.

Skinner, looking angry and frustrated.

Scully, angry and even more dangerous than Skinner.

And more dangerous even yet, Sheriff Roy Adams. Small town
sheriff and big time disciplinarian.

And that quack doctor from Ohio, pounding away at Mulder's
backside while he lay weak and helpless in a hospital bed.

Lastly, Maggie Scully, the most humiliating of all. Using a
stinging switch that he had been compelled to cut for himself.

Pain and pleasure flowing together in a cryoscope of brightly
colored torment and passion. Moving at breakneck speed behind
Mulder's feverish eyes. Finally, he reached his limit.

"Please, no more," he screamed. And all became darkness.





Mulder's Apartment Tuesday - 8:00 a.m. 

Mulder awakened slowly. Sunlight filtered into his apartment,
hurting his sensitive eyes. **God, what time was it? What a
night. What
dream!**

Mulder rushed for the shower; he didn't want to be late. That
dream .. . it had seemed so real. Last time he'd eat tacos that
late at night. Vampires! And that particular vampire, at that.
Last thing he wanted to dream about was a devious jerk like that.
Hanging out with werewolves, throwing his weapon out the window
and then disappearing just when Scully got there. Got him in a
world of trouble with just about everyone he knew. Freaky, dead-
assed blood-sucker!





A.D. Skinner's Office Tuesday - 11:00 a.m. 

"Agent Mulder!"

"Wh . . . what? I mean . . . yes, Sir?"

"Where is your head today? Have you heard even one word I've
said? What do I have to do to you to get your attention this
morning?"

"Uh-h-h-h . . . "

"I can see that Oxford education was well worth the expense,
Agent Mulder. I'm sure your parents would be proud."

"Uh-h-h-h . . . "

The damned vampire was back! He was standing right over by the
door in the Assistant Director's office, but no one seemed to
notice. Mulder looked carefully at Scully and Skinner who were
looking back at him with less than admiring expressions on their
faces.

Mulder glanced at the vampire, "Damn you."

"Excuse me, Agent Mulder!" Skinner had risen from his chair and
was leaning across his desk so far it looked like he was coming
after Mulder. Oh God, he was! He had Mulder by his jacket front
and gave him a couple of rough shakes before Mulder had time to
move back.

"What did you say to me? Do you think I won't bust your butt
right here because Dana is present? Because it's Tuesday? Because
I'm in such a benevolent mood?" Another hard shake.

"Walter, please." The calm rational voice of Scully. Mulder felt
overwhelming relief. Until . . . "Please, let's wait until
tonight."

**That was his sweet, compassionate Scully.** Mulder spared a
murderous glare for her.

The AD seemed to, with great effort, regain some semblance of
control. He lowered himself back to his seat, breathing heavily,
his face still an unhealthy shade of red.

The vampire snickered from his corner.

"Can't you see him?" Mulder heard himself whine again.

Scully regarded her partner wearily, "Him, Mulder?"

"The vampire! Right over there. The one from that warehouse,
Scully. The one with the two werewolves? Son of a bitch took my
gun. Remember? Can't you smell him? He smells just like funeral
flowers."

Skinner and Scully exchanged another look. This one clearly said,
** It -Had-To-Happen-Sometime-Damned-Shame-Though-He-Was-So-Good-
In-Bed. **

Mulder rolled his eyes to the ceiling, "Fine, you don't believe
me, I'll prove it. I'll. . . " He was interrupted by Skinner's
ringing phone.

"Yes, Kim. Send them in." He glanced at Mulder and Scully. "This
will just take a moment. We have two CIA Agents who are assisting
VCS on a case. They need to check in with me."

The door opened, and Mulder felt like he had been sucker punched.
It was them! It was... it was...

"Werewolves!"

Mulder shouted, as he instantly executed a perfect example of the
classic FBI shooting stance. Knees slightly bent, both hands
holding his weapon at exact shoulder level, aimed point blank at
the intruders' chests. He glanced around the room. It was obvious
that he had just stumbled onto a real 'show stopper' for a boring
budget meeting.

Absolute silence reined. Four pairs of astonished eyes were
focused on him, and all were expressing the same thought. . . he
had obviously gone completely crazy. No, not just crazy . . .
crazy *and* violent. Not a recommended combination for a gun-
toting federal agent.

In a flash, Mulder found himself pinned to the top of Skinner's
desk with the highly annoyed Assistant Director glaring down at
him. He strained to look up at the werewolves through his lashes.
They were smirking at him, and the damned vampire had vanished
completely. Shit!

"Mulder, are you finished?" Skinner's growl tore his attention
away from the gloating werewolves.

"But, Sir, they're..."

"Are? You? Finished?" How did Skinner talk without opening his
mouth like that?

"Yes, Sir."

Skinner let him up, feeling somewhat reluctant to do so. But
finally he moved his large, imposing body away from the
rebellious agent. "Agent Mulder, we will discuss this later.
*That* is a guarantee." A statement of fact, accompanied by his
best glare. ** This boy is shortening my life by decades!**

"Agent Scully, take your partner back to his office and don't let
him out of your site. I am holding you personally responsible."

"Oh Great!" Scully rolled her eyes, grabbed Mulder's arm and drug
him from the room, mumbling under her breath, "Why me? Every
time! It's always me! It isn't fair. Why can't somebody else
watch him for
change? Why is it always my responsibility to. . ."

Skinner dropped heavily into his chair and covered his face with
his hands. How could be possibly explain any of this to the two
CIA Agents (werewolves?) who were now standing patiently in front
of his desk? **Oh Lord, why me?**





Mulder's Apartment Tuesday - 7:30 p.m. 

Mulder was nervously pacing around his apartment. So far he had
managed to elude both Scully and Skinner. But, of course, that
would not last forever. His phone, both phones, had been ringing
almost constantly for well over two hours. He expected the
unavoidable knock on his door any minute now.

It had taken some very creative deceptiveness but he had managed
to ditch Scully early in the afternoon. He needed to think.
Werewolves in Skinner's office, vampires in his apartment, and no
one willing to listen to a word he said. Unfortunately, this was
par for the course in his life.

"Hello, Gorgeous."

"You . . . you . . . " Mulder made a lunge for the vampire and
grabbed thin air. The vampire helped him back to his feet and
made a great show of brushing him off.

"Are those damned werewolves with you? You worthless, blood-
sucking. .. "

"Calm down, Sweet Boy. Tell you what, how about you sit down
quietly and I will answer all your questions. Well, make that
some of your questions. I doubt your life span is long enough for
me to address all of them. Quite intriguing, that curiosity of
yours. Very amusing."

Mulder glared at him as the vampire continued to neaten the
agent's clothes. "Stop touching me," he swatted the man's icy
hands away. "What do you want with me anyway?"

"Why sex, of course."

"SEX!!!"

"Why yes, you are very sexy you know."

"Then why . . . why not just . . . why Scully . . . and Skinner.
. . why not. . . ?

"Why not just have you?"

Mulder swallowed hard, "Well, yeah, why all these head games with
Scully and Skinner?"

"For someone so brilliant, you can be very dense. *I'm . . .
dead*, Sweet Boy." He paused to study the now stunned and
thankfully silent Mulder, "I'll bet you believed all that
nonsense about garlic, wooden stakes and mirrors, didn't you?"

He received a nod of Mulder's dark head.

"Well, you can forget most of that. The facts are that I do
prefer to stay out of the sun, UV rays and all that, very bad for
the skin. I don't even own a casket. I do, however, occasionally
enjoy a fine AB negative, straight up. And . . . I can't have
sex."

All this was almost more than Mulder could absorb and still
engage in intelligent conversation, "So- then- how . . . "

"Vicariously, My Dear Sweet Fox, vicariously. And my taste runs
to tall, dark, good-looking young men with a tendency toward
mischief, who are . . . shall we say, dealt with on a regular
basis. And I must say, I do fancy your taste in friends. Dana is
a truly beautiful and utterly demanding woman. And that Walter
Skinner, so strong, so masterful, so handsome . . . he just makes
my mouth water."

"So you want them to beat me and then have sex with me, so you
can watch? How disgusting."

"They do not beat you, Sweet Boy. They merely discipline you on
occasion, and very mildly at that. They do love you, that is
quite obvious. That is what makes this whole thing so very
enjoyable for me. That and the way you all so thoroughly enjoy
your romps in the bedroom. So uninhibited, so . . . "

A loud pounding sounded at the door.

Mulder winced. Had to be Scully and Skinner. Did they have to
knock so loudly? The neighbors were going to start complaining
about *that strange guy* in Apartment 42 again. He wondered who
they picked on when he wasn't around.

The cowardly vampire vanished.

"Hey, you didn't even tell me your name!"

A disembodied voice, "You may call me Vince."

***Vince! His name was Vince! What kind of self-respecting
vampire was named Vince?**

Mulder shook his head, his mind in turmoil, as he opened the door
to an enraged Walter Skinner and Dana Scully.

"Uh-h-h-h . . . "

"Well, I see your vocabulary hasn't improved since this
afternoon." Skinner was his usual glowering self as he shoved
past him.

Scully patted his cheek in a most condescending manner, "Don't
worry, Mulder, we think we understand why you made up this
vampire thing, and we are going to help you atone for your little
faux pas this afternoon."

"Help me? How?" Mulder was understandably leery. These two had a
way of making 'helping him' a very unpleasant affair.

Skinner leered at him, "We're going to spend this evening talking
about directing foul language at your supervisor, causing undue
worry by leaving the office without telling us where you were
going, not answering your phones and fabricating stories about
vampires to get off the hook in budget meetings."

Mulder watched in horror as Skinner rolled up his right sleeve
and reached for his belt buckle.

Mulder felt Vince lay a cold hand on his shoulder. Fox' skin
prickled uncomfortably. "Tell him to go to hell, Sweet Boy, he
can't treat you like this."

"*You* go to hell!"

Skinner was on him in a heartbeat. Mulder found himself pinned
against the wall, his feet barely touching the floor. "What did
you say to me?"

"Not . . . not you. Vince."

"Vince?" Skinner shook him, causing his head to bump painfully
against the hard wall behind him, "Who is Vince?"

The vampire's voice crawled up Mulder's neck and crept into his
ear, "Does he always treat you like such a child, Sweet Boy?"

"That's none of your damned business!"

"Wh . . . wh . . . wh . . . " Mulder couldn't ever remember
hearing Walter sputter like that before. He didn't get a chance
to comment on it before he was being drug across the floor to
find himself face down across Skinner's knees. His dress slacks
and boxers made a quick trip to his ankles.

"Oh-h-h-, Sweet Boy, you look so beautiful like that... you have
no idea how much I am enjoying this."

"Damn you! Damn you... you impotent pervert!"

"Wh . . . wh . . . wh . . . " The first slap to his backside was
so hard, tears immediately sprang to his eyes. Again the big hand
landed in white hot fury. Then again. And again. And again.

"How dare you speak to me like that . . ." Slap! "Do you want
some more of that soap in your mouth . . ." Slap! "or maybe you
just like this . . . " Slap! "position. . ." Slap! . . . "Nothing
I say or do makes a difference with you. . . " Slap!. . . "Well,
this time, I'll get my message . . ." Slap! "across loud . . ."
Slap!. . . "and clear." Slap! "I'll wear you out before tonight
is over . . ." Slap!

"Tell him, Sweet Fox, tell him to go to hell."

"Shut up!"

"Wh . . . wh . . . wh . . . " Skinner was getting this sputtering
thing down pat.

**Oh, shit!**

There wasn't enough time between smacks for Mulder to catch his
breath, let alone argue his case. Thank goodness the man had not
taken the time to remove his belt to use on him. His hand was bad
enough.

Eventually, Mulder couldn't stop his sobs or his cries for mercy.
This was one of the worst punishments he'd ever received, and it
was all because of that damned insidious vampire. Mulder was sure
the only way this beating was going to end was if the still-
sputtering Skinner suffered a fatal stroke. . . or perhaps a
small aneurysm. That might slow him down. Maybe.

Mulder stood facing a corner of his own apartment, sucking on a
very delectable piece of Irish Spring. **Not too sweet, not too
tart.**

He was miserable. His butt throbbed and ached, scorched hotter
than the fires of hell. Skinner had gone crazy after that last
'shut up' and had blistered him but good. And had then promised
him the strap *after* he ate a quote/unquote good dinner. How
could he possibly eat anything after having this damned soap in
his mouth? He doubted Skinner would give him a chance to refuse.
The guy was definitely pissed.

Mulder felt cold fingers lovingly brush his lips and shivered.
"You had a bit of soap on your lower lip, Sweet Boy."

"Top cawlin e dat, U sn'a itch."

"Tsk, tsk, Sweet Boy. That dirty mouth is why you are in this
embarrassing position right now."

"M-m ere cause'a U."

"Well, that too. Tell you what, I'll keep them occupied for a few
minutes while you dress. Then I will show you some real vampire
secrets. What do you say?"

Mulder's eyes lit up, "Secrets?"

Mulder spit out his soapy appetizer and dressed quickly. As he
hurried out the door, he grudgingly acknowledged he was impressed
that Vince could arrange for Scully and Skinner to completely
avoid looking his way. This Vampire Magic was just too cool.





The Open Vein Bar & Grill Tuesday - 10:00 p.m. 

Mulder was disappointed. Vince had brought him to a biker bar.
Just a normal, ordinary dive. At least he was relatively sure it
was ordinary. It smelled like stale beer and surprisingly, dead
flowers. The music was much too loud and not very good. The beer
was warm. The food coming from the back looked absolutely
disgusting. **When they said rare steaks, they meant rare
steaks.** And the people were disturbingly strange and much too
attentive for his liking.

The attractive federal agent had found himself the center of
attention from the moment he came in. He quickly gathered a large
following of both male and female admirers, and could *not* get
rid of them. No one seemed to feel any need to observe his
personal space, or for that matter, to even keep their hands off
of him. It had quickly become vastly annoying. And through it
all, good ol' Vince had hovered over him like a mother hen with
her favorite chick. Maybe that was a good thing; it had put
somewhat of a damper on his new-found popularity.

The woman with the unusual purple eyes was back and had just
rubbed up against him . . . again. He looked up through his
lashes at her as she seemed to bury her nose in his hair. Vince
actually snarled at her.

Mulder snorted, "Jeez, Vince."

"You *vill* be quiet, My Little Mortal."

Mulder rolled his eyes at the vampire for about the hundredth
time tonight. **This was just too funny.**

The woman tore herself away from Mulder's soft brown hair. "Oh
Vincent, lighten up. I'm *not* trying to lure him away from you.
He just smells so . . . so alive."

"He *iz* and he *iz* also mine. You *vill* leave him alone or you
*vill* deal with me."

The woman sniffed indignantly and sauntered away.

Mulder scrutinized his host, "You *vill*? Since when do you have
an accent? And why Vincent?"

"It's part of my persona, Sweet Boy. Everyone needs the correct
image while cruising a bar."

"Cruising a bar? Is that what we're doing?"

"No, it is what *I* am doing. You are merely my beautiful pet
mortal." Vince swelled with pride, "Tonight, I am the envy of
every fiend here."

Mulder rolled his eyes once more, his voice dripping with
sarcasm, "Oh, pl-l-l-e-e-ease."

"Well, I would be if you would just sit there and not open your
mouth."

"I've heard that before."

"No doubt you have, numerous times." Vince's mouth moved from an
exasperated scowl to a joyous smile, "Ah, here they are finally."

Mulder looked over his shoulder to the door, and there stood
**Oh, God** Scully and Skinner. "How . . . how did they find this
place?"

"I told them, of course. They don't know it was me; they think
they have extraordinary investigative skills. Mortals, so naive!"

Mulder stared at the devious vampire in disgust. ** Damned
traitor! Unreliable, untrustworthy, blood slurping...**

He felt a hand that could only be Skinner's land none too gently
on his shoulder, "When I told you to go to the corner, I meant
the one in the apartment."

Mulder looked around and of course, Vince was no longer in sight.
And, to make matters worse, two attractive young males, dressed
from head to toe in shiny black leather, were cruising him with
obvious interest. **Oh, shit.**

"Is the Pretty Boy with you, Grandpa? What a waste."

Mulder was shaking his head frantically at these naive young
vampires. **Oh, God, don't go there boys. If you really want to
live forever, don't mess with Skinner.**

Skinner growled at the two interlopers, grabbed Mulder by the
collar of his leather jacket and hauled him out of his chair.

Scully advanced on the two guys, hand resting on the butt of her
gun , "Get lost, boys." The two vampires looked down at the
petite redhead with alarm. Who were these people? The dark-haired
guy was good-looking, but not worth this much trouble. They might
drink blood, but that didn't mean they were into unnecessary
violence. These two mortals were crazy.

Skinner shook Mulder by his collar, "You're leaving now. Better
tell all your aspiring suitors good-bye."

Mulder looked around at the assembled crowd. Their faces held the
same horrified fascination usually reserved for train wrecks.
**How appropriate.**

"Tell Vincent I said *thanks a lot*." He thought he could hear
Vince laughing from somewhere nearby as Skinner man-handled him
out the door.

"Bat Brained Jerk!"

"Wh . . . Wh . . . Wh . . ."





Mulder's Apartment Tuesday, 11:45 p.m. 

"Take off your clothes."

"Look, we need to talk about this. That vampire is ingeniously
devious, and he is tricking you."

Skinner's face was stormy, "Tricking me? I'm not the one who
snuck out of this apartment. I'm not the one who was found
flirting his ass off in some seedy leather bar. I'm not the one
who is about to have an intimate encounter with a leather belt."

"My turn first."

**Scully. Oh God no, not Scully.**

"Oh come on, Da-a-n-n-a." Mulder winced. Jeez, he hated it when
he whined like that. Evidently, if the look on her face was any
indication, Scully wasn't fond of his whine either.

"Please Scully, you need to listen to me. There *is* a vampire,
his name *is* Vince and he is *not* to be trusted."

Scully glared at him, "And neither are you, obviously. I saw that
sleazy leather woman ogling you. She looked like you were going
to be her next meal."

"Exactly, Scully. Vampire!"

"Ah-h-h--h--h-h!" He hadn't known the dignified Agent Scully
could scream that loudly. As she came after him, he quickly back-
pedaled. It was not wise to tangle with Dana Scully when she was
in a snit.

"Scully... Scully, stop... Don't do this." He was tripping over
his own feet.

Skinner effectively halted his retreat. He found himself pinned
back against Walter's broad chest and was now being offered up
like a hapless pagan sacrifice to his furious partner.

"Just turn him around, Walter. Tonight I get a well deserved turn
at that cute little butt of his."

Mulder groaned as Walter easily spun him around and held him
tightly, arms locked at his sides. Without further comment or
hesitation, Scully pulled down his jeans and went to work with
that blasted hairbrush. **God, that thing hurts.**

She was relentless, releasing all of her anger and frustration
with her recalcitrant partner. The brush struck again and again.
It rapidly brought back all the burn from his previous run-in
with Skinner and added it's own agonizing measure of red-hot
misery.

Finally, Mulder just gave in and buried his face in Skinner's
neck, quietly sobbing out his pain and humiliation. **Why did
this always happen to him?** He could probably count on one hand
the number of FBI agents who were actually spanked by their
partners.

Hell, he could probably do that count on one finger of one hand.

Mulder felt his knees begin to weaken. Wonderful, now he was
going to fall in a whimpering heap at her feet. Just great! He
felt Skinner's arms tighten around him. **Thank you, Walter.**

Then he heard Scully crying behind him. He raised his head,
looked over his shoulder and felt his own heart break at the
sight of her tears. "Oh, Scully. I'm sorry. Please don't cry.
Really, it won't happen again, I promise. No more vampires.
Ever."

Skinner released him and as he turned, Scully fell into his arms,
sobbing. Now Walter found himself holding both of them in a
somewhat upright position.

"Sh-h-h-h-, Scully. It's all right. Everything is going to be
okay. Really. Please don't cry." He was kissing her face, her
hair, her neck anyplace he could reach. All the while whispering
assurance that he would change. That he would become the man she
wanted him to be.

"Oh, you beautiful misguided man, you are the man I want. I just
don't want you to go off on these tangents. You can't talk to
vampires or consort with werewolves or . . . or pick up ugly
leather girls in strange biker bars. You . . . you'll lose your
credibility."

Mulder chuckled at that, "Oh Scully, I don't have any
credibility." He gently stroked her hair, "And I would never pick
up an ugly girl when I already have you . . . " That earned him a
glare from Scully and an amused snort from Skinner.

"No!... No, I meant when I have someone as beautiful as you at
home. That's what I meant, Scully." He stared pointedly at
Skinner. "And I don't want a couple of vinyl clad muscle boys
either." Walter had the good grace to look a little sheepish.

Mulder kissed her with all the passion he felt. It left them both
breathless. When he finally released Scully's lips, he grabbed
Skinner's hand and headed all three of them toward the bedroom.
This night was suddenly looking up.





Mulder's Apartment Wednesday, 3:00 a.m. 

"Mulder." Dry leaves across cemetery grass.

"Mulder, Sweet Boy."

Mulder stirred within the warm cocoon formed by Skinner, who was
wrapped securely around his back, and Scully, who was snuggled
safely in his arms.

"Time to wake up, Gorgeous."

"Go away."

"Come on, talk to me, Sweet Boy. Let's go in the other room. I
wouldn't want you to wake your friends by talking to yourself
again. Very bad for your health, it seems."

"Can't you just leave me alone? I can barely sit down now. Surly
this day has been enough for you."

"Well, it has been fun. But there *is* still Maggie Scully, and
I'm sure Sheriff Adams would like to hear from you again." He
smiled at Mulder, "That Big Stupid Walter-Stealing SOB."

Mulder paled. Vince had just done a remarkable imitation of his
own monotone voice. **Oh, shit.** If Vince called the good
sheriff and said those words to him in that voice, the man would
drive all night just to get his hands on Mulder's 'Yankee Butt'.

Spurred to action by that horrid thought, Mulder quickly slipped
out of the bed. He wasn't sure how he had disentangled himself
from Dana and Walter without waking them. Probably had a little
vampire magic' help again.

He pulled on his jeans and followed the infuriating creature into
the front room. "Now, what do you want from me?"

"I *vant* to suck your *blud*."

Mulder rolled his eyes, "Very funny. Will you give me a damned
break? What do you really want?"

"Temper, temper, Sweet Boy. I know where they keep that delicious
soap."

"What? Do? You? Want?" Mulder could not stop his teeth from
grinding together, so he just let the words escape from between
them.

"I want a kiss."

"What! I thought you couldn't . . . you know . . . do that . .. "

"Oh, I can't *do that* . . . but I can kiss. And I want one.
Freely given and enthusiastically reciprocated. A kiss like you
gave Dana Scully earlier. Exactly like the way Skinner kissed you
in that bedroom tonight. I want that; I want a kiss."

"You have got to be kidding."

"No, I assure you, I am not kidding. I have to leave town for a
while. I want a real good-bye kiss. I want to taste that sweet
mouth of yours and I want to do it now. Or . . . I wake up your
friends with a few vampire tricks. I think Skinner still has that
strap out and ready."

"Okay! Okay! One kiss and then you leave me alone. Right?"

Too fast for mortal sight, Vince moved and had Mulder enfolded in
his unnaturally strong arms. He held the beautiful agent tightly
against his cold hard chest and lowered his lips to devour
Mulder's inviting mouth. He ran his tongue slowly across the
mortal's sensuous lower lip then slowly pulled it into his mouth,
sucking ardently. Mulder moaned from somewhere deep in his chest.
He felt lightheaded with a loud buzzing in his ears. Vince's
tongue moved from his lips and took up residence in his throat.
The vampire thoroughly explored the smoldering mouth now at his
mercy. Searching out every sharp ridge, every silky valley, every
hot, moist plain. Mulder could not get enough air; he felt hot
and dizzy. He could not remember ever being kissed like this.
Then, without warning, Vince pulled away.

"Do you like that? Do you want more, My Beautiful Boy?"

Mulder felt dazed. Horrified that the vampire would start kissing
him again; panic-stricken that he would quit.

"I. . .I. . . yes . . . more"

Vince chuckled and applied himself once again to the lovely mouth
he was ravishing. Consuming. Thoroughly possessing. You did not
live a few hundred years without learning a thing or two about
kissing.

"Agent Mulder!"

It took Mulder a moment to realize that the kiss had stopped.
That Skinner was standing in the doorway watching them and that
Vince had not disappeared this time. Instead, the handsome blond
vampire smiled down at him, gave him one last hard kiss and ran
for the door.

** Ran for the door!**

Since when did Vince run and not just dramatically vanish? Mulder
stared after him in shock, rooted to his spot on the floor.

"Make a new acquaintance at that bar, Agent Mulder?"

"No! No, that was the vampire. That was Vince. He . . . he wanted
a kiss . . . he . . . "

"I just bet he did," Skinner was eying him, the anger and hurt
evident in his eyes. Scully joined him in the doorway. She, too,
looked disappointed.

"Look, you have to believe me, that was the vampire. He . . . he
. . . he said if I kissed him. . . just once . . . one kiss . . .
that he would go . . . that he would . . . he said . . . he . . .
It wasn't my fault!!!

"Mulder, go get my strap."

End One

Continued 2


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
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

Vampire Series Part III A Royal Pain by DiAnn

O'Cassedy, Georgia Tuesday, 4:45 a.m.

Fox Mulder took long deep breaths as he neared the front of their
motel. He had run too far this morning. He always used his
jogging time to organize his thoughts but he had gone a little
overboard this morning.

Reaching his destination, he went through a practiced series of
cool down exercises trying to bring his breathing back to normal.
If Scully found out how far he had gone today, she would kill
him. She hated it when he ran at odd hours and in strange towns.
Especially when he failed to tell her when he left, as he had
this morning. He didn't want to wake her. She needed her rest.
And . . . more important, she wouldn't have let him go.

If he were really quiet, he might be able to clean up and slip
back in bed before she awakened and missed him. Worth a try. He
much preferred it when Scully woke him in her own very special
way, verses another lecture on the dangers of small town jogging.

He looked up at the pinkening sky. Dawn and it was already
uncomfortably hot. Another long, scorching day ahead. He breathed
in another lung full of hot, humid air and wished he didn't have
to wear that FBI suit. He reached his arms in front of his naked
chest and pulled, feeling the good burn of muscles relaxing.

Alex Krycek watched his from a shadowed alley across the street.

"See anything you like?"

Alex whirled around, gun out and ready. He found it pointed at
the chest of 

a rather good looking blond man leaning casually against the side
of a building not three feet away from him **Whoa, Alex. Not like
me to let someone get that close without noticing. Mulder really
is going to be the death of me.**

Krycek's eyes narrowed dangerously, "Better tell me who you are
quickly, I tend to be a little trigger happy."

"Your gun can't hurt me, Alex. Go on, put it away. My name is
Vincent and I am in a position to make a particular fantasy come
true for you." He smiled and nodded his head toward Mulder, who
was now standing with hands on his knees, his very attractive
backside toward them.

"Pretty isn't he. It really should be illegal for that man to be
on the street without a shirt. Don't you think?"

Alex had moved so he could keep his eyes on both Mulder and his
new visitor. "What exactly do you want from me and what interest
do you have in Mulder?"

"It's not my interest I want to talk about, it's yours. I know
you have feelings for him. I know you want to get your hands on
him, this time without Walter Skinner finding out and going
ballistic on you."

Krycek took a menacing step closer. "Keep talking. What makes you
think that?"

"I was there, in Mulder's apartment. I saw you with Mulder."

"No way! I'm not that careless yet."

"You were having such a good time until that big bully Skinner
showed up and tied you to the bed. Poor Fox wasn't quite so lucky
that night, was he? That belt had to hurt."

"Who - Are -You?"

"Not who, Dear Boy . . . what. I am a genuine, blood drinking,
never gonna' die vampire."

Alex rolled his eyes, Mulder attracted weirdos like flies to a
flukeman, "Yeah, right. I think you are talking to the wrong guy.
The gullible one is right over there. You could tell him you're
the Easter Bunny and he'll believe it, especially if you mention
you know where his sister is hidden."

"Yes, he is rather naive but then that is part of his charm,
isn't it? But right now, you need to listen to me, Mulder is in
danger. And well. . . uh-h-h I'm not exactly . . . well the truth
is I can't protect him. Our king, Antonio D'Argario has become
obsessed with Mulder. He *will* attempt to kidnap him. If he
succeeds, Mulder's life will become a living hell and there will
be no escape for him. I don't want that to happen. I've become .
. . well, sort of attached to Mulder myself."

"Why don't you ask Skinner or for that matter, go all out and get
that she-devil Scully to help you? She pulls Fox' cute little ass
out of the fire on a weekly basis."

"It has to be someone new. Someone D'Argario hasn't seen. Someone
strong and ruthless, it has to be you. I think you are in love
with Mulder and if so, you don't have a choice. You are his only
hope."

Alex looked back over at his beautiful former partner. If he were
smart, he would just walk away right now. If he did save Mulder,
all he would probably get for his trouble was a bullet from
either Skinner or Scully. And, if he left now, he would not have
to deal with this delusional lunatic in front of him. On the
other hand, maybe this was his one opportunity to get his hands
on Mulder long enough to demand a little gratitude for saving his
life.

"Okay, I'll help. But I am warning you. Do not go too weird on
me."

"Me weird? Never, Dear Boy."

X-Files Office Friday, 2:00 p.m.

"Oh Shit!"

Scully looked over at her partner, who was in turn starring at
his computer screen with undisguised horror.

"Problem, Mulder?"

Mulder slowly turned the screen around to face Scully, a
distinctive pout decorating his handsome face. MY OFFICE - 8:00
P.M. W'

"Hum-m-m, well that is a little late for a meeting. What do you
think Walter could want at that hour?"

"There could be only one thing, Scully. What do you think I've
done now?"

"Well, lets see. You ran off to Hong Kong on the Bureau's dime
looking for, what was it Mulder, oil? Then you got back and
immediately wrecked another agency car. After that you took off
for Russia chasing some damned rock or something. Oh, and don't
forget that sight seeing tour you took through New England with a
convicted serial killer. The one that you talked some lame-
brained judge into releasing to your sole custody. I will never
forget the look on Skinner's face when he got that . . . "

"Stop! Scully, just stop for a minute. Suddenly I'm not feeling
very well."

Assistant Director Skinner's Office Friday, 8:00 p.m.

"Agents, sit down please."

"It wasn't my fault!"

"What?"

"I was drugged!"

"Mulder . . . "

"It was mind control! I was tricked!"

"Agent Mulder!"

"I know you are angry. But I want you to know I can explain
everything. Nothing was really my fault . . . I . . . "

"Mulder, why do you think I asked you here tonight?"

"Uh-h-h . . . the explosion in the dung processing plant?"
Skinner shook his head. "Because I feel asleep and let a serial
killer handcuff me to a table?" His boss shuddered but still gave
a negative response. "The three hundred dollars I paid that
physic to find out how the planets were aligned?"

"You did what? What three hundred dollars? What physic?"

"Just forget I mentioned that one."

Skinner took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose.
**Jeez!** Replacing his glasses, he tried his best to ignore
Scully who was snickering behind her hand.

"Agent Mulder, Agent Scully I asked you here this late because I
have what I hope will be some good news." He reached into his
desk drawer and pulled out three envelopes. "I have arranged a
two-week vacation on a private island in the Caribbean. Just the
three of us in a two hundred-year-old mansion with lots of sun,
lots of sand and no prying eyes. What do you say?"

Mulder slumped in his chair, "Thank God."

3 Weeks Later Wilkerson Island South Shore Mansion Monday 11:00
a.m.

It was beautiful. It was more than beautiful. It was the most
lush, green, undisturbed paradise any of them had ever seen. And
the house was fabulous. Huge white columns supporting verandas
off each of the upper story bedrooms. Every room beautifully
furnished with priceless antiques. And a rolling expanse of
velvety lawn that flowed down until it met the white sand of the
beach. The whole island smelled of flowers and ocean breezes.

Skinner could not believe he had been lucky enough to find this
place. He'd been downtown for a business luncheon, passed a
travel agency and had just gone in on a whim. This was the first
package they had shown him.

It had been tricky arranging their vacation time together without
causing suspicion but he had done it. As far as the bureau knew
he was backpacking in the wilderness, Dana had taken a leave to
attend to personal family matters and Mulder was just missing. No
one would question that.

Skinner clapped his hands together as he basked in the beauty of
the island and of his two companions. One glowing with red hair
and inner fire, the other dark and gorgeous. Both sexy enough to
speed his heart rate every time he looked at them. Life just did
not get any better than this.

"Let's get settled in our room and then hit the beach. Suits are
optional."

Wilkerson Island - North Shore Monday, 12:30 p.m.

Alex Krycek drug himself up onto the beach. He finally sucked in
a full breath, one that did not contain salt water, and glared at
his companion.

"You sank our boat."

"I never said I could sail."

"You can't sail, you are afraid of guns, you don't know how to
read a map, you can barely walk without tripping over something,
What exactly can you do?"

"I know all the words to Who Wants to Live Forever'."

"Great. Wonderful. I'm sure that will prove to be very helpful."

Wilkerson Island - West Shore Saturday, 1:00 p.m.

Antonio D'Argario smiled in ecstasy. This was going to be so much
fun. He could not remember the last time he had found someone who
excited him as much as Special Agent Fox Mulder. And now, at the
end of just two short but memorable weeks, the handsome young man
would be his . .. forever.

Wilkerson Island - South Shore Mansion Saturday, 8:00 p.m.

Dana Scully walked down the stairs wearing a long emerald green
satin evening dress. It flowed around her slender form and hung
seductively from her white shoulders. Mulder did not think he had
ever seen anything as beautiful as she was tonight.

"Where did you get that?"

"The closets upstairs are full of period costumes. You won't
believe it. There must be more stuff up there than in the
Twentieth Century Fox wardrobe department."

"What are they for?"

"Mulder please, do try to stay with us, okay? It's for
atmosphere. For acting out our fantasies while we're here."

"My fantasies about you usually don't include clothing," he
leered at her.

She reached up and lightly kissed his lips, "When we get home, we
are going to seriously talk about throwing away that video
collection of yours. You need to broaden your horizons."

His mouth tingled where she had touched him, "You don't need to
worry about that, Scully. Frohike has borrowed' almost every one
of them." He lowered his head and claimed her mouth again.

"Are you two starting without me again?"

Dana laughed and looked over at Walter, "Never. Why don't the two
of you go upstairs and change into a costume to match this
dress?"

She turned and kissed Walter, "Thank you, this is the most
wonderful vacation I have ever had."

First Dinner at the Mansion Monday, 9:00 p.m.

Dana felt she could not catch her breath. Both Mulder and Skinner
had changed into magnificent tuxedos. Never had she seen two more
beautiful men. And they were all hers.

Walter seated himself across from her, the candlelight reflecting
on his glasses. Mulder gently settled her in her chair, his hands
lingering on her bare shoulders, then he gracefully slid into the
seat to her left. The table was small but elegant, the crystal
sparkling in the soft light, the floral centerpiece exquisite and
fragrant, her companions both intelligent and gorgeous. Scully
thought this would be her idea of heaven.

Walter looked up from his task of pouring the wine, "This place
is truly amazing. The kitchen is full of pre-prepared gourmet
meals. We will have to take turns with heating and serving. But
still, it is a small price to pay for this kind of privacy."

Mulder sat back in his chair. The meal had been perfect. The food
was delicious. The music soft and soothing. The conversation
witty and light. They were all relaxed and happy for once. No
serial killers, no aliens, no way for him to get into any
trouble.

Walter slid back his chair, moving to assist Dana to rise. As he
passed Mulder, he couldn't resist leaning down to place a
passionate kiss on that luscious mouth.

"Hello, Sweet Boy."

"No! God Damn It. Son of A Bitch. No! You impotent, blood sucking
asshole. Not now!"

Walter pulled back as if he had been burned and Dana gasped in
astonishment. Mulder slowly looked up into the hurt and angry
face of the man he loved and lowered his head to his hands. **My
life is ruined.**

Wilkerson Island - North Shore Monday, 11:00 p.m.

Krycek sat shivering by a small fire on the beach while rain
splattered on his unprotected head. He was wet, cold and
miserable.

Why had he ever agreed to accompany that damned vampire to this
God forsaken island with it's thorny bushes and biting sand
fleas? Alex was now more than convinced that Vince was indeed a
vampire, just a very inept one. His one talent seemed to be
disappearing just when he was needed most and his only interest
seemed to be Mulder's sex life.

"He knows we're here!"

Krycek was instantly on his feet, gun out and ready, his eyes
scanning the surrounding area. "Who knows we're here?"

"Mulder, of course."

Krycek slumped to the ground in disgust. "Bet he was happy to see
you."

Vince ignored him, "D'Argario is here, I'm sure of it. But I got
in and out of the house undetected. We are going to have to be
very careful. You better let me do all the surveillance work. If
Fox can make his way beyond the lawns, we can get him out. As
long as the vampire king is distracted, he will not notice us."

"Distracted, how?"

"Torturing Mulder, of course"

Wilkerson Island South Shore Mansion Tuesday, 1:00 a.m.

Walter Skinner looked down at his naked body as he lay back on
the antique four poster bed. His right hand was entangled in a
mop of dark silky hair, as Mulder's sweet mouth worked diligently
on his throat and chest. His other hand was making small soft
circles on Dana's smooth shoulder as she also brought him
pleasure. He could not see what she was actually doing because
his lap was covered in a curtain of shining red hair, but he
could feel her. Oh my yes, he could feel her. He gasped with the
intense sensation.

It had taken a while for him to forgive Mulder. Well actually,
that wasn't true. Fox had begged his forgiveness as he smothered
Skinner with hot wet kisses. Who in his right mind would have
been able to resist that ploy.

Mulder really worried him sometimes, better make that *all the
time*. Either he was totally insane and delusional or he saw and
heard things other people did not. Either scenario was unnerving.
He gasped again as Mulder moved up to his mouth, his hands busy
elsewhere on his bosses' willing body. Well, if Mulder was
insane, Skinner planned to hide that fact from the rest of the
world for as long as possible. He was *not* going to give this
talented and sexy young man up without a fight.

Walter had been so lost in sensation and thought he had not
realized that a shift was taking place. Mulder now lay under him,
withering and offering himself to Walter while Dana sat above her
partner deeply exploring Walter's mouth with her exquisite molten
tongue. Mulder seemed to have his mouth busy, too. And he was
obviously doing a good job because Dana was moaning with pleasure
and frantically attacking Skinner's mouth, her nails digging
pleasantly into his back. Walter felt himself being engulfed by
the hot thrusting male body under him and braced himself for the
ride. **These two may kill me but I will die a happy, happy
man.**

Some time later Skinner lay languid and smiling. A small
redheaded woman resting on his right shoulder, her beautiful warm
body wrapped around his side.

Another dark head was snuggled into his neck on the left side, a
muscular arm thrown across Skinner's midsection, the hand resting
on Dana's hip. Mulder always slept touching both of them as if he
feared they would vanish before morning. Skinner turned his head
slightly to place a light kiss on Mulder's cheek. "Don't worry,
Fox, we won't leave you alone again." Mulder stirred slightly and
sighed but did not awaken.

"You must get control of that boy."

Skinner's eyes popped open and his body tensed. **What was that?
Had he really heard something? ** He waited a few long minutes
before closing his eyes again, deciding he must have dosed off
and had only been dreaming. As he drifted into a deep sleep, an
insidious voice counseled him in the ways of controlling and
disciplining Fox Mulder.

Wilkerson Island South Shore Mansion Tuesday, 8:45 a.m.

Mulder woke alone in the large, rumpled bed. He looked around in
confusion. Where the hell had everyone gone and why had they left
without him. He hoped they were not still angry with him. He also
hoped that damned vampire was long gone. It would be hard to kill
someone as defenseless as Vince but if he ruined this vacation,
Mulder would certainly consider doing so.

He took a quick shower and shaved. When he got back to the
bedroom he noticed his bags were missing. What the hell! Were
they going to move him to another room? He was sure they had both
forgiven him last night for his outburst at dinner.

He then noticed a costume laid out on the bed. Oh, so little Dana
wants to play. **I can do that.** He smiled happily and dressed
as a nineteenth century . . . uh-h-h well, he wasn't sure what he
was. Flowing white shirt gathered tightly at the cuffs, tucked
into skin tight black leather pants ending just below his knee
and his legs adorned with thin black hose. He wore strange heavy
shoes on his feet. Well this was certainly a new look for him. He
hoped it did not get too hot today. Leather was not a breathing
kind of fabric.

As he reached the bottom of the stairs, he stopped in shock.
Walter was pacing in front of the massive fireplace in a gold
satin morning coat and pants similar to the ones he himself wore
only in black velvet. He really cut quite an impressive figure.

"So you have finally decided to show yourself, Mr. Mulder."

Mulder blinked at him, **These guys had really gotten into this
role play thing.** Well, if it made them happy, so be it. Who was
he to disappoint the two people he loved most in the world?

"Yes, Sir." He walked over to join his boss.

Walter turned and scowled at him. "I'm afraid the jig is up, you
insolent young whelp. I have found you out! You are not my long
lost nephew, *you* are an imposter come here to swindle me out of
an inheritance." He looked accusingly at Mulder, who looked back
at him in wide-eyed confusion

"Oka-a-a-y." This was just too weird.

"McMurphy! James! Your assistance please."

Mulder looked up in shock as two large men, poorly dressed and
none too clean, entered the room and grabbed his arms.

"Walter, what are you doing? Who are these guys? I thought we
were alone here. Where's Scully?"

"Silence, Imposter. I should feed you to the wild boars but I
have taken a fancy to you. You are much too pretty to kill. I
have other plans for you. Take him to the stables and prepare him
for punishment."

A struggling Mulder was dragged from the house and into a large
structure he had not noticed the day before. It smelled of
leather and horses. The two roughens make quick work of his
clothing, leaving him in nothing but the tight leather pants.
**Well thank God for that small favor.**

He tried every self defense tactic he had ever learned but he was
held fast by his muscular captors. Soon he found himself tied to
a sturdy supporting bean in the middle of the stable, his belly
pressed hard against the course unfinished wood.

This was not good. This was not good at all. What was Walter
doing? He never played these kinds of games. He was an
affectionate and gentle lover. Any time discipline had been
dispensed, it had been for real transgressions and always with
justice. Mulder took a deep breath. He was making too much of
this. This wasn't real. They were on vacation on a strange island
and his two lovers were experimenting with sex games. He needed
to just relax and go with it. He took a deep shuddering breath.
He could go this - for them.

He heard the heavy door behind him open. He looked as far over
his shoulder as possible. Walter. As his friend and lover
approached, he stopped at one of the stalls and picked up
something long and thin. A riding crop. He had a riding crop!

"Come on, Walter. You are scaring me here. I need a little
preparation to get into this game. Let's take it a little slower,
okay."

The crop lashed out and caught Mulder with a searing blow across
his wide shoulders. He felt the breath leave his lungs with a
shriek.

"I told you to be silent. I do not abide those who try to steal
from me." Mulder watched in horror as the crop was raised again,
he closed his eyes and laid his forehead against the post.

The riding crop lashed out once more across his bare back. He
couldn't help it, he screamed again.

"Stop whining and take this like a man." The dreadful crop fell
again. "You have earned every lash with your deceit." Another
weal across his back. "I took you into my home." Mulder was
sobbing with the shock and pain. "I trusted you." The lash bit
harder, it took the breath from his body as he screamed. "I
treated you as a son." Mulder was near hysteria. "Now I will
treat you as my possession." His back was on fire, Skinner had
never hurt him like this. Hell, his old man had never hurt him
like this. Another lash fell, this one across the seat of his
pants. **Christ, it even stung through the leather. **

He felt Walter's hands at his waist. He slumped in his restraints
as the pants were peeled from his body. All too soon he was
naked. He felt another stroke land across his defenseless
backside. He threw his head back and howled. Now the strokes were
fast and furious, all landing on his burning butt. He withered
and strained, screamed and begged for mercy. Nothing helped. The
wicked crop continued to sear his skin and his devoted lover
continued to lecture him on the repercussions of deceit. His
knees gave out and he hung limply from the post.

He felt his hips being pulled back and Walter pushing into his
body. Walter was raping him! He again found the strength to
scream. "Quiet Boy, this is your new position in this household.
Be thankful you are so fair to look at or you would have died
painfully for your betrayal." Skinner was brutal in his assault.
Mulder felt sure he was being torn apart and mercifully passed
out as his trusted lover grunted and groaned, laboring with his
chosen method of vengeance.

He groaned in pain. Slowly Mulder became aware of cool water on
his lips and soft words in his ear. "Sh--h-h-h, my bonnie mon. It
hurts now but the pain will soon pass. I should know. The master
is harsh with his whip but it will not kill ya'. He's really
quite taken with yer' handsome face. Tis lucky fer ya'. Come,
drink some more water before the master comes back and catches me
comfortin' ya'."

Mulder opened his eyes to see his beautiful Scully dressed as a
ragged and disheveled scullery maid. "What the hell?" Mulder lost
consciousness again.

The next time Mulder came to, he was lying nude on the beach. He
could hear laughter coming from very near. He groaned and opened
his eyes to the harsh light. Skinner and Scully were playing in
the teal blue surf. They were both nude and splashing each other
like happy children.

**Was that all a dream?** He moved and pain shot through his back
and butt. "Ah-h-h-h!" That was no dream.

Scully immediately reached his side, "Mulder what is it. Do you
have a muscle cramp? You have been lying in the same position for
a long time. Why don't you come play with us, the water is
great."

"No. That will hurt the cuts too much."

"The what? Where are you cut?"

"My back Scully, where I was whipped. All the cuts and weals, do
I need stitches or anything. They really hurt." He turned over to
show her his ravaged back.

Scully ran her hand over the smooth skin of her partner's back.
It had already become tanned from their time on the island. He
was beautiful and unmarred by any weals.

"Mulder you must have had a bad dream, there are no cuts. No one
has whipped you. You are safe here with us. You know we wouldn't
let anyone hurt you."

He looked at his partner with confusion and fear. It had been
real. He knew it had been real. He could still feel the pain. And
from the looks of the sun, he had lost almost an entire day.
While he had been hanging hurt and sobbing from a post in a
smelly barn, his friends had obviously been enjoying a relaxing
day at the beach . . . with him.

Antonio D'Argario laughed from his position close to the splendid
but confused young mortal. **Oh My Beautiful Fox, the fun has
just begun.**

Wilkerson Island - South Shore Mansion Tuesday, 8:00 p.m.

"No, I'm not wearing a costume again. This has gone too far
already."

Skinner eyed his agent, "Mulder, all we did last night was have
dinner. What was *too far* about that?"

"I said no, damn it. If you can't have dinner with me dressed in
shorts and a T-shirt then I will just eat alone. I am not wearing
any more costumes, and that is final."

Scully patted his arm soothingly. She did look beautiful, the
long electric blue gown fit her perfectly and make her eyes
sparkle like sapphires. "It's all right Mulder, we love you no
matter what you wear." She winked at him, "Or what you don't
wear, for that matter. Now come and eat. You will feel much
better after a good meal. I promise."

Mulder doubted that food was going to heal what ailed him. He
waited for Scully to move toward the dining room with Skinner.
She looked back at him expectantly. "I'll be there in just a
minute, Scully. I need to . . . u-h-h, I need to wash my hands
first." She smiled at him and moved on.

"Vince! Vince, where the hell are you," he hissed. " I know you
are around here somewhere. What the hell was that little farce
about today. It had better stop. If I get my hands on you, you
can kiss your immortality goodbye.

Wilkerson Island - North Shore Wednesday, 1:00 a.m.

Krycek heard a crashing coming through the trees. It had to be
that damned vampire. He had thought vampires moved swiftly and
gracefully, no one ascertaining their presence at all. Not this
one. He made more noise than a battalion on the march.

"It's happening again!"

Krycek again jumped to his feet, armed and ready. "What? What is
happening?" This waiting, along with his rather dubious
associate, was making him jumpy.

"They're making love. I so enjoy watching the three of them
together. They obviously love each other so much. And tonight
they have Mulder right in the middle of them, like a succulent
slab of prime roast beef between two . . . "

"Will you just shut up? I do not want to hear this! I am not
interested in how that fucking Skinner and his vicious little
hellion *do* Mulder. The way you are always spying on them is
sick."

"Well to each his own, Dear Boy. You are certainly out of sorts
tonight."

"Listen you little pervert, we are stuck in a hell-hole. We have
no food, no water and no shelter from the damned sun during the
day and the bugs at night. And, to top it all off, I feel weak
and exhausted. Every morning when I wake up, I swear I am more
tired than before I went to sleep."

Vince looked down and burrowed his toe into the dirty sand
beneath his feet. "Must be the weather."

Wilkerson Island - South Shore Mansion Wednesday, 9:00 a.m.

Mulder woke to a clanging bell somewhere in the distance. He was
again alone in the big bed. **Oh Shit, not again!** Then he
realized, he wasn't in pain this morning. Nothing. No physical
signs at all that he had been severely beaten and raped
yesterday. It had hurt last night, badly. But this morning he
didn't feel injured at all. Maybe it had all been a dream after
all.

He got up, showered and shaved, taking his time. No need to rush
into anything this morning. He was going to take it slow, check
things out very carefully. Try to figure out just exactly what
was going on.

"Shit!" There was another odd black suit laid out on the bed.
This one did have shorts with it but it looked like it was made
of wool. That had to be itchy and hotter than hell. He was
relieved to find his shorts and T-shirt still on the floor where
he had dropped them last night. Mulder shook his head, his first
day may have been agony here but the nights were heaven on earth.
He was beginning to feel a little surreal with the harsh
punishment followed by intense affection. It was very
disconcerting in some primal sort of way.

He cautiously made his way down the stairs. No one around. Good.
Just as he turned the corner headed for the kitchen he literally
ran into Skinner. As he bounced off the big man's chest, he found
his upper arms held in a vice like grip. This time the man was in
a black waistcoat and leggings. His face a mask of cold fury.

"Young man, why did you not report to the classroom when the bell
tolled the hour? Your father is depending on me to curb your wild
spirit. I intend to do just that." He shook Mulder to make his
point.

"I...I don . . . don wanna' . . . pl . . . play any . . . more.
Stop, God damn it!"

This time Mulder was shaken until his teeth were rattling in his
head.

"I will not tolerate that type of language, Young Master Mulder."
Another hard shake. Mulder was beginning to feel dizzy. "We will
begin your studies immediately." A dazed Mulder was again pulled
from the room.

The classroom turned out to be a hot, airless attic room. Bare
floors, bare walls and only one small window. It was furnished
simply. A large wooden desk at one end with a straight backed
chair, a somewhat smaller desk just in front of it with a short
low bench behind it, a couple of stools and a slate board.

Skinner eyed his charge with obvious annoyance.

"Since you do not think it necessary to show me the respect I
deserve by dressing in an acceptable manner, you may spend this
day without clothing. That should be very humbling for a boy of
your years. Disrobe."

"No, I've had it with this crap!" Mulder was backing toward the
door. "Absolutely not. No more. I am leaving this island now. And
Walter, I think we need to have a serious talk about continuing
this relationship. I ..."

"Omph!" Mulder found himself upended over Skinner's broad thighs,
his shorts and boxers already at his knees. The first slap stung,
the second stung more. Walter's broad hand was quickly covering
every inch of Mulder's bare backside, already visiting some areas
more than once. Mulder struggled and kicked but could not
dislodge himself from the big man's clutches.

"You will be sixteen come October." Slap! "That is a man." Slap!
"Your days of insolence and irresponsibility are over." Slap!
"Your father chose well when he hired me to train you." Slap!

Mulder tried to put his hand back to protect his flaming
posterior. It was immediately captured and forced painfully up
behind his back while the scalding slaps continued to rain down
on his flesh.

"Stop it, Walter. This isn't funny. Let me up!"

The blows got harder and moved down to the backs of his thighs.
"I will stop when I think you have had enough, not until."

By the time the heavy blows finally ended, Mulder's backside and
legs were glowing a bright crimson and he was choking on his own
sobs.

Skinner jerked him to his feet, as he himself stood. "Now get
that inappropriate clothing off and sit at your desk. We have
much to do today."

Mulder squirmed on the hard wooden bench. **Jeez, his butt
hurt.** And he needed to lean against something. It was a real
back breaker to sit on a bench all day. And this day had proven
to be one of the longest of his life. It had been filled with
meaningless studies on crop rotation, animal husbandry and of all
things . . . Latin.

"Master Mulder, are you finished with that translation?"

Mulder looked down at the tablet in front of him. Latin, he had
not looked at a Latin book since Oxford. It was a good thing he
had that photographic memory or he would be totally lost at this
point. And he sensed that could be disastrous.

"Yes, Sir," He picked up the paper and walked toward the front of
the room. He felt totally ridiculous naked like this and he
didn't particularly like the way this new' Skinner was leering at
him. He sincerely hoped this little scenario did not include a
rape scene like yesterday.

He stood there shifting from foot to foot while Skinner looked
over the paper. "This sentence is incorrect."

"Mulder looked where Skinner was pointing, "No it isn't."

He received an angry frown, "It is, you have used the wrong
tense."

"No. That is correct, if you will check the book on page 389, you
will see . . . "

Skinner had stood and was glaring at him in earnest, "Give me
your right hand."

"No. No way. What are you going to do?"

"Give me your hand, NOW! You are going to learn that disobeying
me is not in your best interests. And do not dare move it from
position until I give you permission. I have a very nice switch
that would do considerable damage to your naked backside. Do you
understand me?"

"Ye . . . yes, Sir." Mulder swallowed convulsively and held out
his hand.

"Palm up." He turned his hand over and closed his eyes. The heavy
ruler struck with a resounding jolt across his palm that sent
pain all the way up to his elbow. He gasped but did not dare move
his hand. The next stoke landed across his fingers. **Shit that
hurt.** He really wanted to cradle the injured hand against his
chest and fought the urge to pull his hand out of harms way. The
third stroke landed hard between the other two and made his hand
go numb.

"That was for arguing with me regarding the proper translation of
Latin. Now give me your other hand."

Mulder eyes flew open but he kept silent, finally offering his
other hand palm up, tears again running down his handsome face.

"This is for not obeying me quickly enough when I asked for your
hand." Mulder suffered his other hand to be similarly beaten,
sobs catching in his throat.

"Turn around and bend at the waist." The first stroke of the
ruler on his already sore bottom felt like a thousand bee stings.
The next five made the bees sting him evenly over every inch of
his sizzling skin. To his utter shame, he was again crying hard
by the time he was allowed to rise.

"Now do you think you can obey me the rest of the day?"

"Yes . . . Yes, Sir."

"Good, go sit quietly on that stool facing the corner. Put your
hands behind your back palms out and rest your feet on the first
rung. I want all of your weight on that sore bottom of yours.
While you sit there, I want you to contemplate the serious
repercussions of your poor behavior."

As Mulder sat there, he was thinking but not about how to correct
his behavior in this sick little game. He tried to come up with a
plan to escape this wretched island. His dream vacation had
quickly turned into a nightmare. He felt a hand ruffle his hair.
He looked up but could see no one. He thought he heard a faint
laugh but it did not sound at all like Vince this time.

The door opened and Mulder glanced back to see Scully enter the
room. She was dressed in a long, white ruffled dress and a wide
brimmed straw hat with amazingly, a huge bunch of silk flowers on
it. Very un-Scully like. But he had to admit she did look
stunning.

Her smile faded as she saw Mulder sitting shamefully in the
corner.

"Mr. Skinner, this is outrageous."

Mulder sighed in relief. Scully. His savior had finally arrived.

She walked over to Mulder on her tiny satin clad feet and grabbed
him by his ear, forcing his astounded face around to meet her
eyes. "You promised me you would behave for Mr. Skinner. I do not
want to stop in here to see my son, only to be confronted by this
kind of disgraceful display. Do you understand me, Fox."

**Shit!** "Ye . . . yes, I understand you."

"I certainly hope so." She turned away. "Mr. Skinner, Fox is to
be in the main dining room in one hour. I will not tolerate any
unsightly behavior from him this evening, therefore as a
reminder, I would like you to use your finest switch on his
backside and then see that he is dressed properly for dinner. I
do so apologize for my son Sir, I'm fearful that he was without
discipline for far too long." Scully flounced from the room in a
cloud of white lace and lilac water.

Mulder was soon bent over the high back of the wooden chair, his
feet barely touched the floor, his hands gripped the seat for all
he was worth. Skinner was using a long thin switch to profusely
mark his tender flesh. The pain seemed to enter his body from
behind and then exit through the top of his head. He knew he was
putting on quite a show, dancing from foot to foot and begging
Skinner to stop, sobbing frantically through it all. At this
point he just didn't care anymore. He just needed this to end.
Not just the whipping, this whole damned vacation.

When he had been throughly welted from waist to knees and had not
a speck of dignity to call his own, he was allowed to return to
their room for a shower and a change of clothing. He hissed in
pain as the cool water fell against his welted skin but after a
short time it began to feel wonderful. He stayed there for a very
long time. Hell with that one hour shit. If anyone knew how to
feel sorry for themselves, it was Fox Mulder.

He toweled off and was relieved to find normal clothing laid out
for him on the bed. Just as he was reaching for his boxers,
Scully bounded into the room. She was smiling brightly and
wearing the tiniest bikini he had ever seen. "Wow Scully, why
bother?"

"Like it? What is taking you so long anyway? We have the picnic
basket all packed and are ready to head down to the beach for
dinner." She looked puzzled for a moment, "Mulder, why are you
getting dressed? The most you need is your speedo and in my
opinion you don't even need that." She smiled at him seductively.
He again felt that surreal fuzziness invade his brain.

He turned his aching backside to her, "Scully, did I get burned
or something? My butt hurts."

She ran her hand lovingly over his skin, "Mulder, you are far too
tanned to burn at this point. Your butt is perfect," He hid his
wince of pain as she lightly pinched his right cheek, "Totally
perfect. Now come on, let's go."

The picnic turned out to be fun even if he couldn't sit down. He
lay on his side, fully dressed while Scully and Skinner flirted
with him outrageously. He finally lost the cloths and they ended
up making love on the beach while the ocean lapped at their feet
and the stars shown serenely above. Mulder felt anything but
serine.

Tonight he planned to stay awake all night and hold on tightly to
Skinner and Scully. Maybe if he woke with them in the bed, he
could avoid any more embarrassing little playlets.

Wilkerson Island - South Shore Mansion Thursday, 8:15 a.m.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" They were gone again. Now what should he do?
Too far down to go out the window. Maybe he could just hide out
in here all day. He got up and locked the door.

He showered but could find no clean clothing except what looked
like a leather pouch. He examined it more closely. "Oh Shit!" He
quickly threw it down as if it were on fire, that thing was meant
to be worn on his . . . his . . . "No way!"

He was startled by a loud knocking at the door, "Are you finished
cleaning up in there yet, Boy. Don't take all day with that, you
haven't served our breakfast yet and I won't abide tardiness at
meals."

"Scully," Mulder whispered. That was Scully out there yelling at
him to serve her breakfast and calling him boy. Oh shit! Mulder
paced the room. Okay, don't panic, just don't panic. I have to
think, have to figure out what to do now."

"Why do you have this door locked, Boy? Are you asking to start
this day with a good thrashing? I would be very careful if I were
you. I am in no mood for any of your foolishness today."

Okay, okay. Option one: put on a sheet, open the door and try to
reason with her. Option two: don't open the door and see what
happens. Shit! Option three: put on the damned leather thing so I
am not completely naked and open that door with all possible
speed. He reached for the pouch.

Mulder opened the door to a sight he would never have believed.
His beautiful Scully in a floor length dress that exemplified the
word flashy'. It was a vibrant orange, very tight, very low cut
and seemed to be covered in bright yellow feathers. **Feathers?**
And she still looked beautiful. How did she do that?

"What were you doing in there, Fox? . You should know by now that
neither your pretty face nor your abilities under the sheets will
save your butt if you displease me."

Scully looked past him to the still unmade bed, "You'll just have
to finish up in there later but you will pay for this. Now get
downstairs, the girls are awake and wanting breakfast." She gave
him a good smack on his bare butt as he passed her on his way
downstairs. He yelped and wondered about *the girls*.

"Uh-h-h-h . . . do you think I could have some more cloths?"

"Not on your life Boy, we like you just like that. Now move."

The leather strap attached to the pouch felt strange as it rubbed
between his bottom cheeks as he descended the stairs. He really
wanted to leave this island. Scully in feathers, that might be
the most frightening thing he had seen thus far.

Mulder stopped dead in his tracks upon reaching the dining room.
He was in a whorehouse! Seven women in various stages of undress
were seated around the large polished table. And they were all
cat calling and whistling at him. **So that's how it feels.**

Scully came up behind him and gave him another resounding slap to
his exposed backside. "Fox, get moving. What is wrong with you
today?"

The meal was a disaster. Mulder did not know the first thing
about cooking breakfast or even reheating what was already in the
kitchen. And the women were more than happy to point out his
short coming with stinging smacks to his available backside. They
complained about the food - too hot - too cold-too raw - too
burned. They even complained about the way he served it. **Shit!
Everybody spilled things occasionally.**

When he finally cleared away the last dish, he looked up to meet
Scully's eye. She was standing with her arms crossed across her
chest and her right toe tapping on the floor.

The girls' started up on him again, "Oh-h-h-h, honey you gonna'
get it now.

"You won't be able to sit down for a week, Sweet Boy Child."

"Make them pretty buns glow, Miss Dana."

Mulder looked at Scully, he tried for his best puppy dog face.
When that didn't seem to help, he went for the pout. That always
worked with Scully.

"Daisy, would you go get my hairbrush, please?" In Mulder's
opinion Daisy jumped up and ran upstairs with far too much glee.
Dana seated herself in a dining room chair and crooked her finger
at him to come to her.

He looked around. He didn't know how to get off this island and
even more importantly he wasn't sure he was even in the same time
zone right now. This looked far more like the nineteenth century
than twentieth. Shit!

He walked over to his partner's side, all the while still trying
to make the pout work for him. He finally gave up and lowered
himself to his knees by her side. She glared at him and raised
one eyebrow. He positioned himself across her lap with his elbows
on the floor on one side and his knees almost touching on the
other. God, this was so embarrassing. Those girls from hell' were
still at it. Making very unseemly remarks about his body and what
was about to happen to
certain very shapely portion of it.

Daisy arrived back in record time and handed her boss the
polished wooden brush. Mulder closed his eyes. This was nothing
new. Scully occasionally felt she needed to reinforce her opinion
with a hairbrush to his backside. She had just never done it with
an audience before.

The strokes stung but it didn't really get bad until she was
covering the same territory for about the third time. **I am not
going to cry -I am not going to cry** She was working the dreaded
brush up one side of his bottom and down the other. Over and over
again. God, did the woman's arm never get tired. He knew he was
wiggling his bottom, clenching and unclenching the muscles. The
girls' loved it when he yelped or kicked his feet against the
floor. He felt like he had set down on the hot stove out in the
kitchen and he also felt equally hot tears rolling down his
cheeks. So much for keeping his composure.

When he was blistered and sobbing like a five-year-old, Scully
let him up with a firm reproach for his sloppy work. And a threat
of further violence in the future. He gladly escaped to his
kitchen sanctuary.

"Had a rough mornin' already, have you?" Mulder turned to see
Walter Skinner enter the back door. He was dressed for outdoor
work, jeans, a chambray shirt, battered old hat to keep the sun
off.

"Hey, how come you get to wear cloths?"

"I just work here, Boy. They didn't buy me."

Mulder gulped, "They bought me?"

Skinner eyed him as if he had suddenly gone daft, "Yes, remember
Miss Dana bought your indenture papers. You came over from, I
believe it was Scotland and now you're working off your passage."
Walter chuckled, "It would have gone easier on you if you had
been a little less pretty. Most indentured servants at least get
to wear their cloths once in a while."

Mulder shook his head as Walter left. This just got stranger and
stranger. He was going to open an X-File on this the minute he
got back in the office. Not like anyone would believe it but then
they didn't believe anything else in the X-Files either.

"Aren't you done in here yet?"

"Yes, uh-h-h . . . Miss Dana."

"Good. Then you can come rub my feet for a while like a good boy
before you finish your chores."

Mulder spent what had to be the strangest day of his life. He did
every imaginable task in the house, he had to constantly stop to
massage some area on Dana's body and he made love to her twice
during the day. He supposed he could say he had been forced to
make love to Dana twice. But for some reason, rape just looked
better coming from Scully.

He was also felt up by every one of Dana's girls whenever they
caught him alone. It was so humiliating. And they were never
afraid to land a smack or two on his butt either. He had only
really been spanked once in the morning but he was still red and
smarting by mid afternoon, thanks to the girls'.

And then the manure really hit the fan. The men showed up.

Mulder refused to come out to serve drinks, earning himself
another lengthy session with Scully's brush. Of course none of
the men would have openly admitted to wanting another man but
that didn't stop them from grabbing at him. Everywhere.

He was almost positive that a few of them had shown up just
because of Miss Dana's Fox Boy'. He made sure none of them caught
him alone. When Mulder reached the end of his rope and was
certain he had been grouped enough for one day, he decided to
make a run for it. He got halfway across the yard toward a big
stand of trees before he was tackled by none other than Walter
Skinner.

"What'd you go and do that for, Boy? This is gonna' go real hard
on you this time."

Mulder was dragged back in the house and thrown over the carved
arm of a horsehair settee. He knew what it was because his
grandmother had owned one just like it. He buried his face in its
prickly cushion.

"Charles, may we borrow your buggy whip please. I think our Mr.
Skinner must deal with this run away without delay." Mulder bit
his lip and waited. The unknown Charles' rushed to do Miss Dana's
bidding.

The buggy whip was bad. Walter was asked by Miss Dana to lay the
stripes on hard and he did not disappoint. The room was filled
with the sounds of clinking glasses, stiff leather against bare
skin, Skinner's soft grunts as he worked and Mulder's cries of
pain.

He was sure this was the worst yet. He would hear the whip cut
through the air with a loud whoosh and then his entire nervous
system would explode with agony. Long before it ended, he could
feel a hot wetness across his buttocks. Sweat? Blood? He was
surely being cut to the bone. Finally he didn't even have the
strength to cry out anymore, his body just jerked reflexively
with each new stroke. He could hear Walter Skinner panting with
exertion.

Wilkerson Island - South Shore Mansion Friday, 12:00 a.m.

When he woke, he was in bed with Skinner and Scully. They both
had wrapped themselves protectively around his throbbing body. He
wondered if he had awakened them at some point screaming with a
supposed nightmare.

He hurt, he hurt badly but he was positive that he did not have a
mark on him. Skinner stirred beside him and began to kiss and
fondle him. Mulder had to force himself to remember that this was
*his* Skinner who was touching him so intimately.

As soon as Scully and Skinner were asleep he was going to do some
serious investigating, X-Files style

Wilkerson Island - South Shore Mansion Friday, 3:00 a.m.

He had thought they would never go to sleep. Obviously while he
had spent his days being beaten and abused they were resting up
for the athletics of the evening. **Jeez!** How many ways could
two people find to use his body anyway? And where did Scully
learn that stuff. He was beginning to think he had missed out on
a lot by not attending Catholic schools.

He carefully made his way out of the mansion and slipped across
the lawns. The air was cool and damp now. He shivered and wished
he had thought to grab a jacket. The fog from the ocean was
making vision difficult, too. He longed for the night vision
gadgets the gunmen where always lending him. He hadn't thought he
would be doing night reconnaissance while vacationing.

Just as he reached the edge of the grass and was about to enter
the wooded part of the island, he was stopped by a voice very
close behind him. He turned in shock to see that vampire from the
bar. What was his name, D'Angelrod or something? King of the
vampires, very delusional individual. "Not one more step, Fox."
The vampire advanced on him. "Come back into the gardens. Your
place is here now. You belong to me."

"Sorry but you're mistaken. We're just here for a vacation. We
leave in another week. Actually, a hell of a lot sooner than that
if I can talk Scully and Skinner into it."

"No My Beautiful Fox, you are not here on vacation or by
accident. I arranged it. I arranged it all. Your lovely Mr.
Skinner finding the island, the wonderful little dramas you have
been participating in all week. All for my enjoyment. You are for
my enjoyment, Beautiful Fox. All mortals are meant for my
enjoyment."

"You're crazy. You can't keep me here. I stopped the werewolves.
I helped you. You can't do this." Mulder began to back up as he
spoke. Then everything happened at once, though later Mulder
would remember none of it. Mulder's left heel crossed the border
between grass and woods as the vampire king lunged for his errant
mortal. The agent felt a sharp sting to the back of his neck and
fell backwards like a rock, landing hard on the forest floor.

Antonio D'Argario let out a blood curdling shriek as Mulder's
limp body was immediately pulled further into the dark woods.

Mulder felt himself being lifted over someone's hard shoulder and
he heard Vince chattering inanely in the background. Mulder
decided that as soon as he regained consciousness, that damned
vampire was a goner.

The agent found his impromptu ride through the forest to be a
highly unpleasant affair. He didn't know who was carrying him, he
was woozy from the drugs that had gone into his neck and his
stomach was bouncing uncomfortably on a hard ridge of muscle and
bone. It wasn't Skinner, he knew Walter's shoulder. His boss used
this particular tactic to move his stubborn agent all the time.

Just when he was sure his head was going to fall off . . . right
after he vomited, he was lowered to the ground. He heard someone
curse as Vince shoved them out of the way so he could knell by
Mulder.

"Are you all right, Sweet Boy? Can you hear me?"

With the last of his strength, Mulder lunged up and grabbed the
vampire by the throat. If only he had enough left to squeeze the
life out of that worthless, blundering bane of his existence, he
could die happy. He felt his fingers being pried away from
Vince's cold skin. **Damn!**

"Ease up Mulder. You aren't going to kill him that way, you are
just wasting your energy."

**Oh no. He knew that voice.** "Krycek!"

He tried to lung for Alex's throat this time but only managed to
lift his arms slightly before he was again pinned to the ground.

"Calm down Mulder, we have some unfinished business." He rubbed
his fingers along Mulder's smooth jaw. "I've been waiting a long
time to get my hands on you again."

Vince looked on in amazement as Krycek reached down and pulled a
small radio from the pocket of his jacket. "Okay, we are ready to
leave now." A few minutes later a large fishing boat appeared at
the entrance to the cove.

"You had another boat standing by all this time?" Vince was very
impressed, obviously when it came to underhanded and sneaky, the
vampire was now in the presence of a master.

"Yeah, I had to stay on this freaking island because I couldn't
risk missing the opportunity to grab Mulder. He pulled his former
partner to his still shaky feet. "Come on Wunderkind, you're
leavin' this dance with me." Mulder staggered along with them, he
was sure if he protested he would be carried again. His stomach
just couldn't take that.

Mulder did protest adamantly as he was being bound to a post that
seemed to be the highest point on the boat. "Sorry Foxy, I don't
trust you. Besides I like you up here where I can look at you."

Mulder kicked out his right foot catching Krycek behind his knee.
Alex compensated easily and slammed Mulder against the post, head
first. "Listen Smart Boy, you pull one more stunt like that and I
am going to strip you naked and beat your sweet little ass with
my belt. Right up here in front of God and everybody. I know
that's how Skinner controls you, I've seen it work." He watched
as fear briefly crossed Mulder's wide hazel eyes.

"These seamen don't make port very often, they will give you a
lot of unwanted attention if you are tied up here helpless and
naked all night. Looking the way you look would not have its
advantages at sea, Pretty Boy." He smiled as he gently slapped
Mulder's cheek, then left to have a word with the captain and
check their course.

Mulder was tired. He really needed to sit down but he was tied in
a standing position and could find no way to work around the
ropes. He caught one or the other of the crew watching him
occasionally. He wished he had worn those really baggy shorts he
had, the ones that Scully said made him look like he had just
mugged a homeless person. He felt vulnerable tied up here.

As dusk approached the combination of exhaustion, sea air and sun
had drained Mulder. He was leaning heavily on the post, trying
desperately to keep himself in an upright position to keep
pressure off of his sore wrists. He was almost glad to see Krycek
again. This time he made no protest as he was half dragged, half
carried below decks.

Krycek was undressing him but Mulder was too weak and tired to
even care. "Now Foxy, we can do this the easy way and both have a
good time or I can warm your backside until you are as compliant
with me as you are with Skinner. Which is it gonna' be, Lover?"

"No more belts."

"You are such a spoil sport, Sweet Boy." Vince ran his hands
through Mulder's thick hair as Alex finished removing his
clothing.

"Don't you touch me, you slimey degenerate, worthless piece of
scum."

Krycek leaned over Mulder's prone form, "I thought we had come to
an agreement, Foxy. I'm not like that son of a bitch Skinner, I'd
really rather love you than beat you."

"Oh Sweet Boy, this guy is gonna do you so good. I can't wait. He
is so evil, so unrepentant. I love this guy."

"Love . . . what the hell do you know about love, Pervert When I
get loose, your life is over."

Krycek flipped him onto his stomach, "Fine Foxy, we do this the
hard way. I want your sexy ass any way I can get it, but red hot
will please me just fine."

When the retort of the first stroke sounded in the small cabin,
Mulder buried his head in the pillow and tried not to scream. He
would not give Krycek the satisfaction, not to mention that
damned voyeuristic vampire.

The heavy strokes of the belt hitting naked flesh reverberated
like pistol shots throughout the fishing boat. It was a very
distinctive sound.

"The least that Russian bastard could have done was let us all
watch. I'd pay cash money to see that boy of his getting his hide
tanned."

"Maybe we should just take the kid away from him. He is only one
man, it might be worth it. That's a real pretty kid."

"Nah, that guy looks real mean and the kid talks too much."

Below Decks

Krycek was enjoying himself immensely. No wonder Skinner did
this. It felt great to make the ever infuriating Fox Mulder
wither and cry while his butt colored so prettily. The strap was
lashing Mulder without mercy.

Krycek took a break to take inventory, Mulder's whole body was
shaking as he sobbed his distress into the bunk under him. His
backside was red and blistered. No skin was broken but it was
certainly going to show bruising by tomorrow. Every time Mulder
had to sit down he would remember that now Alex Krycek called the
shots. Alex threw down his strap with satisfaction, **A job well
done.** Yes, Alex smiled, Mulder was indeed very well done.

Krycek undressed and lowered himself onto the man still crying
into his pillow. "Sh-h-h-h, Foxy. It's all over, now I'm going to
make you feel really good. Are you ready to behave now?"

Alex smiled as Mulder nodded his head. That strap was magic. Who
would have thought? All those times Mulder had used him for a
punching bag and all he would have had to do was spank the big
bad federal agent. Would wonders never cease?

He took a long time kissing the back of Mulder's neck, working
around his throat to his ear. He could feel the agent's hot, sore
backside flinch as it was pushed up against his groin. Alex
groaned from deep in his chest. This was going to be so damned
good.

Mulder awakened sore and exhausted, Krycek had once again proven
to be insatiable. Mulder had lost count of the number of times
and ways his body had been used. He wouldn't be able to sit down
for a month. He moved slightly and whimpered. Then he noticed the
vampire sitting at the foot of the bed.

"You! Why can you appear and disappear like that but choose to
stumble around like a drunken sailor most of the time?"

"Magic takes work."

"A pervert *and* lazy to boot, what a guy."

"Stop that, Sweet Boy, you're going to hurt my feelings and then
I won't help you any more." Mulder shorted and rolled his eyes.
"I'll pretend I didn't see that. Okay let's go. It's time for us
to leave now."

"What do you mean . . . now? Could you have gotten me out of here
last night?"

"Well . . . uh-h-h . . . I suppose I . . . might. . . maybe "

The door to the cabin crashed open just as Mulder made another
lung for the vampire's throat. Mulder was hauled to his feet and
drug up the stairs. Alex Krycek was waiting for him. Mulder
noticed that the fishing boat had increased speed and the crew
was now so busy they were not even looking at his naked body.

"Foxy, you buddy Skinner has done it again. He and Scully are on
a Coast Guard Cutter that is bearing down on us." Alex grabbed
Mulder's face and kissed him hard, plundering his lips and mouth
with barely contained lust. When he finally pulled away, he
glazed deeply into the agent's dazed eyes. He gave him one last
kiss on the cheek, then picked him up and threw him over the side
and away from the boat. "Sorry Foxy, gotta' go."

By the time Mulder surfaced spitting and sputtering sea water,
the fishing boat was a good distance away and moving fast. Mulder
looked around frantically. What if there were sharks here? What
if Skinner didn't get here before he got too tired to keep
himself afloat? What if . . .

"What if the sun decides to fall from the sky and lands right on
your head?" Mulder glared at the vampire who seemed to be
hovering just above the water. "Here." He produced a life raft
and handed it to Mulder.

"This is all your fault."

"Not so, Sweet Boy. I actually saved you. Antonio caused all of
this. He has decided that you are more trouble than you are
worth, by the way. That seems to happen to you quite often I've
noticed."

"If you think I was trouble before, you haven't seen anything
yet. If I get out of this alive I am going to find the first
tree, the first table leg, the first piece of wood that I can
sharpen into a point and you . . . you are history."

"You better show more appreciation, Sweet Boy. I can either make
your unstable friends believe that you have had a traumatic
experience and need all the love they can lavish on you. Or . . .
they will be firmly under the impression that you ditched them
and are in need of some serious discipline."

The agent glared at him.

The smile never left Vince's face. "So tell me, Hum-m-m, which is
it gonna' be? The cutter should be here in oh, about two minutes
or so. Make up your mind, Sweet Fox."

Mulder could hear the roar of an engine off in the distance.

"Well, Sweet Boy, am I your one true hero or not? Come on, say
it."

The cutter was almost on them now, Mulder gritted his teeth,
"You're my hero," he hissed.

A wide grin split the vampire's face.

"And tell me you want to see me again very soon. And that you
want another kiss. Come on, say it. It's almost too late."

"I want to . . . to see you soon and . . . and I want a . . .
kiss."

"Now tell me you love me."

"Don't push it, Vampire."

Vince chuckled, "You delight me, Sweet Boy. See you soon." And
Vince was gone.

"Worthless, Blood Gussling stack of . . . "

The Coast Guard Cutter pulled as close as possible and instantly
Scully's pretty face was leaning over the side. "Oh Mulder, are
you all right. We've been so worried about you, My Darling."

"Her darling?" Mulder whispered and then he smiled. **Vampire
Magic -Gotta' Love It.**

The End - Part three

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
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

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