MULDER THE VAMPIRE SLAYER
Round One, Part One

In every generation there is a Chosen One. He alone will stand against the vampires, the demons and the forces of darkness. He is the Slayer.

~*~*~*~*~

"Are you sure this is ok?"

"Yeah, it's going to be great! Now, come on."

Marcus Wyatt took the handsome young man's hand and lead him closer to the Hoover Building. The twilight sky cast eerie dark shadows around its imposing concrete body. Marcus looked from left to right then pulled Jackson away from the main entrance toward a more discreet side door.

His favorite club in the District had been smokey, loud and packed from wall to wall with half naked male flesh. Just the way he liked it! Instantly drawn to the scorchingly sexy Jackson as his eyes pulled him in, Marcus went into a full blown lie. Hoping to impress, he'd gone into a spiel about being a Federal Agent -- when in fact he was only an intern. The story had worked on him before he snagged the job, and now he was hoping for the same results.

Jackson had been suitably impressed and, after a few sweat grinding dances, Jackson whispered in his ear how he'd always wanted to fuck in the famous federal building. This sparked an instant rise in Marcus's jeans. He knew just how to slip inside this time of night and it would be dangerous, which made it all the more hotter.

Peering within a side door's window, Marcus saw only cases and framed photographs ranged along the empty hallway. Trying the L-shaped handle, it clicked open.

He smiled back at a nervous Jackson. "Eureka!"

Taking him by the hand, Marcus lead him inside. Checking this way, then that, the pair turned to the right down another hall.

"And you really work here?" Jackson whispered, looking around in awe.

"Oh, yeah."

He continued down the hall, but Jackson stopped him close to an intersection. "I'm afraid we're going to get in some serious trouble," he said, worriedly.

Marcus sighed, pressing their bodies together close to the cool wall. "Mmm, I know the perfect place."

Licking his lips, he leaned his head in toward Jackson. Must be his first time, Marcus mused, feeling the bulge in his pants at the bursting point to be released. Startled, Jackson drew a deep breath and turned is head around to look down the hallway.

"Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

"I thought I heard footsteps."

"It's nothing!" Marcus insisted, pulling Jackson away from the wall and moving on.

"I don't know. I'm sure I heard something."

Marcus stared into the gloom, confident that this area of the building wouldn't be patrolled by security until last. Turning down another hall, he paused at a large grey door marked RECORD ROOM E. With a quick flourish, it was open and he pulled Jackson inside.

"What do you think?" he asked, surveying a table perfect for pounding the boy's ass on.

Jackson ignored him, hugging himself nervously. Creeping up behind him, Marcus shouted, "Boo!"

"That is not funny!" Jackson chided him.

With a laugh Marcus cupped his hands to his mouth. "Hello?" he called. Turning back to Jackson, he smiled. "See, there's not a soul here."

"Are you positive?" he questioned, looking away.

Marcus sighed. "Yes, I'm positive!"

"Good." Jackson playfully cocked his head to the side. In an instant his features morphed, becoming harsher, his eyes two bright yellow lights piercing the darkness. His mouth opened wide, exposing razor sharp fangs.

Jackson fell backwards, a terrified scream catching in his throat. With enormous strength, Jackson fell on top of him. Growling, his teeth sank into the fruit soft flesh. Marcus grunted in pain as they sank to the floor...

~*~*~*~*~

Wrapped snuggly beneath a comforter, Fox Mulder twisted and turned on the sofa. Beneath his sleeping lids, his eyes danced feverishly. Nightmarish visions filled his mind: a mist-shrouded cemetery, a room surrounded in candles, an old man gnashing fangs toward his neck, vampires stalking the streets, a hand reaching out to jerk him away from a burning building, a bizarre statue, an ancient tome hitting the floor in a dusty clatter.

Mulder awoke with a start. He found the blanket tangled around him, and he tried to still his breathing. He looked around his new apartment, seeing stacks of unopen boxes. Rubbing his eyes, he glanced at the red LCD display of the clock sitting across from him. Mulder groaned. He was late for his first day!

"Great!"

~*~*~*~*~

Slipping on a pair of shades, Mulder stepped out of his car and locked the doors with his keychain. He turned and headed toward the Hoover Building. Pausing at the steps, he took it in from bottom to top. Nearby, flags waved in the cool morning breeze. This was his last chance to make it in the FBI. He just had to think positive and put the past behind him. Facing the future, Mulder let out a deep sigh.

~*~*~*~*~

Now, here he sat in Director Kersh's office, trying desperately not to fidget. The last time he was before a director was when he'd been chewed out and nearly tossed out of the FBI for good. He put on his best, winning smile but it seemed to have no affect on the rather harsh Kersh. Kersh held Mulder's record, walking around his desk to loom over him. "Impressive career, Agent Mulder. Superb profiler, graduated with honors..." He sat, and looked up sternly. "What's this?"

Mulder knew what was coming. He sat up quickly. "I can explain. I know my past is a little eccentric."

"It says here you nearly burned down the FBI HQ in Houston!"

Mulder exhaled deeply. "Yes, it's true, but I mean... it's like this, the basement was crawling with vamp..." He caught himself in the nick of time. "Asbestos."

Kersh slapped Mulder's file shut and gave him a piercing look of warning. "Since you're so fond of basements, agent, you're being assigned to The X-Files."

"The X-Files?" Mulder questioned, curiously.

"Yes, I think you'll feel right at home there. It's full of unsolved cases... do you understand what I'm saying?"

"No, sir, I'm afraid I don't."

"Report to Assistant Director Walter Skinner and he'll debrief you on your work."

Mulder took this as his cue that the interview was over. Clearing his throat he stood and headed for the door.

"Agent?" Kersh called.

Mulder turned. "Sir?"

"We want your services here at the FBI. Just remember that *we'll* be keeping an eye on you."

Mulder gave him a thin, nervous smile. Hefting his briefcase, he walked out of Kersh's office. His first assignment. Well, hopefully he wouldn't get kicked out of the bureau altogether. He moved on down the hall and bumped right into a woman. Mulder's briefcase hit the floor with a smack, spilling its contents.

"Oh no! I'm sorry," Dana Scully apologized.

"That's all right," Mulder replied with a grin. He looked down at the mess. "My first day's getting off to a rousing start!" He squatted down and righted the overturned case.

Pulling her hair behind her ears, Dana knelt down and quickly joined him to help him gather his fallen things.

"You're the spooky one, aren't you?" she asked. Mulder cringed at her use of his nickname. Dana blushed. "Freudian slip. I mean, you're Fox Mulder, right?" She passed him a few papers.

He laughed lightly. "Thanks. Yes, that would be me. Do I know you?"

She proferred her hand. "Dr. Dana Scully. I'll be your partner on the X-Files."

Mulder's eyebrow shot up. "So my reputation proceeds me?"

They finished gathering up the discarded items, and Mulder shut the case's lid.

"Well, I'm very impressed with your background, Agent Mulder."

"Um, thanks. And it's just Mulder. Exactly what are the X-Files?"

"Cases that involve unexplained phenomena," she replied, with a half smile.

Mulder rolled his eyes heavenwards. Now he knew why he'd been handed this assignment.

"And I knew that you're a great believer in all things unexplained," she continued, skeptically.

Mulder decided to have a little fun with his new partner. "You mean you don't believe in the paranormal?"

She sighed heavily. "Mulder, I'm a scientist. Only little children believe in things like that."

"And spooky agents?" he suggested.

Dana regarded him. He certainly was not what she'd been expecting. In fact, something about him made her a little nervous. "Where were you headed?" she asked.

"To see an AD Walter Skinner," he replied.

She pointed. "His office is just down the hall. When you're finished, meet me down in the basement. I think you'll find our first case very... interesting."

"It was nice to meet you, Scully." Mulder started off down the hall.

Scully watched him go. She didn't understand why Kersh was so adamant about her writing up reports on Agent Mulder. Her eyes fell to a corner, where something from Mulder's briefcase had rolled.

"Mulder!" she called, picking it up. "You forgot..." she stared at the strange object in her hand. "...your stake!"

Mulder didn't hear her and carried on down the hall. Puzzled, Dana held on to the stake.

After talking with an overly friendly secretary, Mulder was ushered inside AD Skinner's office. The door closed behind him, and he walked further in and looked around. No one was inside.

"Hello?" he ventured. "Is anybody here?"

He paused at the AD's desk and saw a newspaper lying open. A picture had been circled in red ink. The caption above it read "Local Boys Still Missing."

A figure moved up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder. Mulder spun around, startled.

"Oh!" he took a deep breath, "hi!"

"Can I help you?" Walter Skinner asked, folding his muscular arms across his chest.

"I'm Fox Mulder."

Walter eyed him up and down, taking in the fierce intelligence gleaming in Mulder's eyes. He'd been waiting on this moment for a long time.

"I'm Assistant Director Skinner. I was told you were coming." He headed around behind his desk, folding up the newspaper.

Mulder smiled, and took a seat. "I just met my new partner. She told me that we already have a case..."

Walter quickly interrupted. "Yes, and this is what you'll need." From a drawer he pulled out a large old book with the word VAMPYR written in gold leaf on the front cover. Mulder looked up at him with an uneasy gaze.

"No, I don't need that."

"Are you sure?"

"Definitely."

Walter gave him a confused look. "I'm sorry. My mistake." He returned the book back to the drawer. While he wasn't looking, Mulder stood and quickly left.

Straightening back up, Walter found an empty chair. "Now, Agent Mulder..." He watched him go out of the office. He stared after him, deeply puzzled.

~*~*~*~*~

The elevator chimed open onto the basement level, and Mulder exited, relief shining on his face to be away from that man's office. The hallway was a bit narrow, but he had no difficulty in finding the right room.

Dana Scully was sitting beside a desk pouring over a folder full of notes. Mulder hoped that he could disspell his "Spooky" myth; Scully already had an opinion of him. Smiling, he approached her.

"How's the research coming along, Scully?"

She looked up, surprised. "That was fast."

Mulder sighed and sat down beside her. "Look, I really want things to go smoothly here."

"Do you want to go over the case in Skinner's office or..."

"Or not. We can do it," he swallowed. "I mean talk about it right here. Um, it's just that I find AD Skinner a little intimidating."

"Oh, he has that effect on people being a new boy around here."

"He's new?"

"Yes, he just started."

Before Mulder had a chance to consider this, Dana leaned over and retreived the stake from the desk. "Before we start, I think this belongs to you."

Mulder blushed hotly, his mind thinking fast. "Oh, I just keep that for protection." He made an up and down motion with his fist, which caused Dana's eyes to widen. Mulder's cheeks flushed and he took the stake.

"What's our first case about?" he asked, quickly changing the subject.

With a bemused look, she explained, "We've been handed the assignment of tracking down several missing young men from the area."

"I read about it in the paper," he confessed, remembering the one on Skinner's desk.

She clicked her tongue. "Well, one thing the paper didn't mention is that one of the bodies turned up here in the Hoover Building."

"What?"

"His body was discovered tucked away in a disused records room."

"How did he die?"

"The autopsy results are inconclusive," she explained in her best doctor's voice. "All I can confirm is that he suffered a massive loss of blood. He was an intern here who was last scene at a gay club called Mixers."

"Were there any marks?"

"Yes, but how did you know?" She slipped him a photograph from the folder.

Mulder stared at in in alarm. The young man's body was stark white, with two vivid puncture wounds on the side of the neck. "Just great!" he whispered.

"Mulder?"

"Um, I've gotta go. I'll see you later, Scully." Turning, he ran from the room. Scully stared after him.

"Mulder, where are you going?"

~*~*~*~*~

Walter, preoccupied with the newspaper headline, jumped up as Mulder barged inside his office.

"All right, what the hell's going on?"

"Sorry?" Walter asked.

"The dead guy in the records room. Ring any bells?"

"Yes," Walter nodded, grimly.

Mulder headed toward him, a glint in his hazel eyes. "You know it's the strangest thing. He's got two gaping holes in his neck, and all his blood's been drained." He looked down at the big, surly man. "Isn't that just X-Filish? Aren't you surprised?"

"I was afraid of this."

"Well, I wasn't!" he exclaimed. "It's my first day! My first fuckin' day! I was afraid that I would be under 24 hour watch after Houston, I was afraid I wouldn't fit in. I didn't think there'd be vampires nearby. And I don't want to know anything about them."

"Then why are you here?" Walter asked, calmly.

Mulder hesitated. "To tell you that... I don't care, which... I don't." With that, he turned away to leave.

Walter had to say something to stop him. "Will he... rise again?"

Mulder turned back. "Who?"

"The intern."

"No. He's just dead."

"Are you sure?"

Mulder sighed. "To make you a vampire they have to suck your blood. And then you have to suck their blood. It's like a whole big sucking thing." He stopped himself, this was the second time he'd alluded to sex in a conversation. What did Scully say about Freudian slips? "Mostly they're just gonna kill you. Why am I still talking about this?"

Mulder turned on his heel and headed for the door. Walter swiftly moved ahead of him, barring his path. "You really have no idea what's going on, do you? You think it's coincidence, your being here?"

"Oh, why can't you just leave me alone?" Mulder complained, thoroughly exasperated.

"Because you are the Slayer. Into each generation a Slayer is born, one in all the world, a Chosen One, one born with the strength and skill to hunt the vampires..."

Smugly, Mulder interrupted and joined in, "...with the strength and skill to hunt the vampires, to stop the spread of their evil yeah, yeah, yeah... I've heard it all before."

Incredulous, Walter shook his head. "I really don't understand this attitude. You've accepted your duty, you've slain vampires before..."

"Yeah, and I've been there and done that, and now I'm moving on." Opening the door, Mulder strode out but Skinner caught his arm and dragged him back inside.

"What do you know about this town?" he asked, angrily.

"Apartment rates are sky high and tourists flock here every summer?"

Walter lead Mulder back over to the desk. "I've been digging into the history of this place. You'll find a steady stream of fairly odd occurrences." He took a breath and leaned down to open a drawer. "Now, I believe this whole area is a center for vampires." He stood back up with four books and set them on the desk.

"Surprise me," Mulder winked.

He placed the volumes into Mulder's arms one by one while listing off various monsters and demons. "Try a Brotherhood of Vampires."

Mulder laughed. "Hey, I thought I was the only one obsessed with the paranormal. But geesh! You've been watching way too much SciFi Channel!"

Walter gave him a very stern look. Mulder immediately backed down.

"Okay," he gave back the books, "first of all, I'm a Vampire Slayer. And secondly, I'm retired. Hey, I know! Why don't you kill 'em?"

"I'm a Watcher, I haven't the skill..."

"Oh, come on, stake through the heart, just a little sunlight... It's like falling off a bike."

"A Slayer slays, a Watcher..."

"...watches? Vouyeristic, are you?"

"Yes. No!" He sat down the books. "I'm here to train you, to prepare you..."

Mulder's tone became sad. "Prepare me for what? For getting kicked out of the bureau? For having to spend all of my time fighting for my life and never getting to tell anyone because I might endanger them? Go ahead! Prepare me."

They just looked at each other for a moment. Mulder exhaled, turned and left the office in disgust. Walter hesitated for an instant.

"Mulder!" He hurried out into the hall to catch up with him. "It's getting worse!

"What's getting worse?"

He lead him over to a wall and spoke in a low voice. "The undead, the... supernatural occurrences, it's been building for years. There's a reason why you're here and a reason why it's now!"

"Because now is the time I was transferred here." He tried to evade him, but Walter placed a burly arm out to stop him.

"Something's going to happen here and soon!" he hissed.

Mulder rolled his eyes and sighed in frustration. "Oh, come on! This is Washington, D.C.! The only evil force I know of is the government. How bad can things be?"

"Bad!" Walter told him, ominously.

Despite his conflicting emotions, Mulder gave in. "All right. I'll scope out the club where that guy was last seen. But I'm not promising anything!"

Walter sighed and stared up at the ceiling. This Slayer was flippant, arrogant and did not take his dueties seriously. What he needed was discipline!

~*~*~*~*~

Later that evening, Mulder had spent about an hour in front of a mirror trying on different outfits. He finally settled on a black T-shirt, a pair of way too tight blue jeans and a jacket. Well, even if his clothes screamed "Slut!" at least he could check out the action here. It had been a long time since he'd taken in a club. His last boyfriend had not been into the club scene, and Mulder's nocturnal activies had quickly lead to the relationship's demise. Just another reason why he hated being born the Slayer.

Walking down a dark street toward Mixers, he paused to take out a bag of sunflower seeds from his pocket. A shape appeared behind him. Mulder's skin tingled, sensing that he was being followed. Returning the bag to his pocket, his spit out a few seeds and continued on. After walking for a bit, he ducked down an alley and looked around for a place to hide. Mulder jumped as a cat yowled and kicked some cans as it ran away. Shaking his head, he spied something above him. Perfect!

A young man, decked out in leather, with handsome, elfin features, dark hair and hypnotic green eyes entered the alley. He looked around cautiously, slowly walking along. High above the pavement, Mulder was positioned in a perfect handstand on a bar.

When the stranger passed underneath him, Mulder swung down and kicked him in the back. Knocked to the ground, Mulder stood above him with a foot on his chest. The guy blinked and looked up at him. "Is that any way to greet a stranger?" he asked.

Mulder stared down at him. "Look, buddy, why are you following me?"

"I know what you're thinking," he said with a grin. "Don't worry, I don't bite."

Mulder backed off and allowed him to get up, but he retained his fighting stance. "Truth is, I thought you'd have bigger muscles and all that. You're pretty spry, though." He massaged the back of his neck.

"What do you want?" Mulder pressed, losing his patience.

"The same thing you do."

Mulder let down his guard. "Okay. Tell me, what do I want?"

The man stepped toward him. "To stop the vampires."

"Nope, uh-uh, sorry. What I want is to be left alone!" He started to walked away, determinedly.

"Do you really think that's an option anymore?" Mulder stopped, turning to look at him with a wide-eyed gaze. He reached into his jacket and pulled out a small box. "Don't turn your back on this," he said, tossing Mulder the box. "You've gotta be ready."

"What for?"

"The Brotherhood."

Mulder didn't understand. Was this guy a friend of Skinner's, sent here to keep an eye on him?

"Who are you?" he asked, pointedly.

"Alex Krycek," he answered. "Let's just say... I'm a friend." He moved past Mulder.

Mulder bristled. "Yeah, well, maybe I don't want a friend."

Alex turned back with a grin. "I didn't say I was yours."

He started to walk away. Mulder stared after him for a moment, then opened the box. He found a silver cross and chain. He took it out, holding it in his hand and took another glance in his direction. But the mysterious Alex Krycek had disappeared into the darkness...

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