MULDER THE VAMPIRE SLAYER
Round Two, Part Five

The younger vampire snarled. He leapt at his Sire, his eyes glowing yellow in the darkness of the apartment. Alex shot out his arm, and Keiron's body was flung against the adjoining wall. He bounced off it effortlessly and pounced again. This time Alex went down, with a furious, panting Keiron on top of him, a position that would have been more than appealing if it weren't for the circumstances.

"You complete and utter bastard!" Keiron panted angrily, his strong hands grasping for Alex's fists.

"It takes one to know one, kitten," Alex couldn't help leering, inciting Keiron to even greater fury.

"You depraved, wretched creature," Keiron said scornfully, "To think that I once looked up to you, thought of you as the most wondrous vampire that ever walked the earth. What an idiot I was."

Suddenly the door to the apartment flung open, and Mulder entered. He gazed upon the astonishing sight of Keiron straddling Alex in the middle of his living room.

Mulder looked from one vampire to the other, openmouthed. "What the hell?"

Keiron looked up and smiled at Mulder with cat-like glee, baring his fangs.

"Hi honey, you're home! Nice to finally meet you, the famous Fox Mulder. Don't worry, Slayer, I'm just taking care of your little fuck-buddy here, I'll be with you in just a moment."

Quickly sliding his hand into his suit jacket, Mulder pulled out his stake. While he was doing so, however, Keiron took the opportunity to reach out faster than the human eye could see and snatch at Mulder's ankle, sending him crashing down to the floor, the stake sliding from his hand to the other side of the room.

"Wanting to disrupt our little party so soon, Mr. Mulder?" he sneered. "Now don't be rude, cupcake, it's just getting started."

"Leave him alone!" Alex snarled. He was dreading fighting Keiron, but if his luscious brat endangered Mulder...Alex couldn't allow that, he would be forced to kill him.

The next minute he saw stars as Keiron slapped him with all his youthful vampire strength. "Shut up, Alex! Damn you, you never listen to reason! He's as good as ours, you're just prolonging the inevitable. I cannot believe you, slaying your own for this pretty boy. If you want him, make him your damn renfield, so everyone knows he belongs to you and before...before you get yourself destroyed for poaching."

Alex stopped struggling as he gazed with dread towards Mulder, worried about his reaction. Mulder in turn looked at Keiron with more than a little consternation. "Renfield?"

"Never mind, Fox! What the fuck do you mean, poaching?" Alex said angrily.

Keiron gave him a smug smile. "You'll both find out soon enough. I'm here to deliver a message. You are not to persist in this madness. You could have everything you've ever wanted, sire, and here you're helping the Slayer rid the world of us. You always were a stubborn, short-sighted bastard. Don't you realize your potential for true glory? How much power you could have? The Brotherhood needs you but they are plenty pissed off at some of your recent associations."

Alex managed to shove Keiron off of him and up against the wall. "I don't want to have to kill you, Keiron," he snarled.

Keiron raised an eyebrow. "I don't want to have kill you either, baby, but it's fuck or fight, and it doesn't seem like either of us is in the mood for-"

Alex responded by slamming Keiron hard against the wall. Keiron then swiped at his shoulder with his claw-like nails, tearing his shirt and scraping his flesh. Mulder once again tried to get to his stake, but Keiron threw Alex aside and pounced on the Slayer, pressing him to the floor with his superior strength.

"I would've prolonged this and made it a lot more fun, sweetheart, but you try my patience. Welcome to the Brotherhood, Fox Mulder!" he snarled, baring his fangs to sink into the tender flesh of the beautiful Slayer's neck.

Alex got up from the floor in a blur of motion and grabbed Keiron by the back of his neck. Keiron yelped in rage as Alex sent him crashing through the window, where he fell several stories to the ground. Mulder ran to the broken window and looked out to see the vampire get up from the ground and scurry off into the night.

"He's not dead!!!" Mulder groaned. He put his hand up to his neck and massaged it, still not quite believing that Keiron hadn't actually bitten him.

Alex shook his head sorrowfully. "No, it'll take a lot more than that to kill him, Mulder. Fuck, he is such a pain in the ass! I'd hoped he'd stay out of this one, but no such luck. You're really in danger, Mulder, Keiron is plenty powerful."

As Mulder met his eyes, Alex looked away. "I should know, I...I made him."

"You what?!!"

Alex shifted uncomfortably on his feet. "I made him, Fox. He's my Childe."

Mulder shook his head to clear it. Alex looked at him pleadingly as Mulder put his hands over his face. "Never, never, never get involved with a vampire! Where did I go wrong? How did I fuck this one up so quickly?"

Alex reached out hesitantly and stroked his Slayer's hair. "You're not the fuckup, Mulder, I am. Keiron's my offspring, so to speak, but he's got a mind of his own. I...I suppose I still care for him on some level, I'd like him to see the light and not be under the thumb of the Brotherhood, but as long as he's in the opposing camp, it puts me in a pretty sticky situation. And not the sort of sticky situation I prefer!" he beamed as Mulder looked up at him with a characteristic scowl at his bad joke.

"Well, in that case, Alex, you've got some more explaining to do," Mulder frowned. Keiron was Alex's Childe, just great, he thought with irritation. Keiron was the appetizer so was Mulder the entree? He sighed to himself. He hadn't even been one week on the job, and he'd seen more excitement than he'd had in his entire career as a Slayer.

He sat up and folded his arms. "First of all, what the hell is a renfield?"

****

Skinner was finishing up some routine paperwork for the department when he first felt it. That twinge, a pull, light as a feather, something he'd be hard pressed to describe to another person. It was if someone were playing with the muscles of his body, playing him like an instrument...no, it was his mind...he couldn't yet figure it out.

The next time he felt the pull, it was accompanied by something he was less able to ignore.

 /* Come to me, Skinner, I want you*/

"Dammit, no!" Now Skinner knew who and what it was. Keiron was calling him. The damned vampire was calling him, the Watcher!

/*So stubborn*/ the voice practically salivated in his mind. /*So rebellious. If you only knew how much that turns me on!*/

"You impudent bastard!" Skinner seethed aloud. "Go pick on someone your own age!"

/*Skinner, what fun would that be?*/ the voiced sounded amused. /*You mean another vampire? Or would it be a werewolf? I've decided that I much prefer humans, most especially balding, well-muscled Assistant Directors, tonight. Come now, don't fight me, I can make this sooooooo pleasant for you. And I will make it pleasant, very pleasant, whether you want me to or not!*/

The pull became sexual in nature as Skinner found he was erect. The A.D. was in a full-blown rage at how Keiron was playing with him against his will. The damn vampire could probably make him come in his pants like some teenager.

/* Oh no, I'd never do that, Walter. I'd save that for when I was there! Though if you don't behave, perhaps in the next Bureau meeting...*/

"Damn you to hell, you fiend!" Skinner snarled. "Leave me alone! Leave Mulder alone!"

/*Now that's impossible Walter*/ the voice sounded disgusted. /*Please ask me for something that I'd actually want to do. You're only wasting your breath*/

Keiron then let Skinner feel the full force of his power, calling him with such strength that Skinner found himself rise from his chair and go to the door, all the while his muscles tensing with the effort to resist. Sweat broke out all along his body as he tore his hand off the knob and flung himself onto the floor in a last desperate effort to break away from Keiron. He groaned and writhed, muscles trembling with the strain, his body, heart and mind racked with an all-consuming need to rise from the floor and go to Keiron.

/*Come to me, Skinner, come. I want you, I need you. Don't resist, come!*/ the voice commanded, impossible to ignore.

Skinner struggled as he tried to resist Keiron's call. His fists were clenching and unclenching as he writhed, sweat streaming down his face, chest and arms and gleaming in the overhead light. Suddenly the door to his apartment was flung open. Skinner turned an agonized gaze upon Mulder and Alex standing in the doorway, as they both looked down with amazement at the sweat-soaked A.D writhing on the floor.

"Sir? Sir? What's happening? What's wrong?" Mulder exclaimed, quickly kneeling down by Skinner's side.

Chad's next!