Subj: Darane Svatura -- 2
Date: 6/14/00 5:36:48 PM Central Daylight Time
From: Katrinka
Suddenly Mulder and Scully where in a different house. Byers went to the door, and opened it. "We're on the first floor! This is the Old House!"
"How could we transport to another house, on the other side of the woods?" Mulder asked.
"You two aren't making sense." disbelief dripped in Scully's voice.
"Then how do you explain the fact that we're on the first floor?"
"Perhaps the stairs lead to the first floor?" She suggested.
"We went down the stairs not up." Byers reminded her.
Mulder joined his cousin at the door. He looked out. They where at the old house! "Could Quentin have been right?"
"I don't think Quentin Collins is stable." Byers whispered.
Mulder shook his head. "I felt dizzy when I went down the steps, what about you?"
I did too," His cousin admitted. "We should have listened to him."
"There has to be a rational explanation for this." Mulder suddenly felt like he was sounding like Scully.
Scully shot him a look that could have melted ice. Then she sighed. "Do you remember how we got here?"
"We went down the stairs," Mulder walked to the staircase, he touched it, it didn't' feel any different. "Question is, do we go back up the stairs, or do we look around."
"I'd never hear the end of it from you if we didn't look around." She smiled at him, and he couldn't help it, he smiled back.
"I'll take a look outside." Byers volunteered.
"Why?"
"I grew up near here. I used to play in the woods. I know this area. If something's different, I'll be the first to know."
"Good idea." Scully agreed.
Mulder watched his cousin leave. Mulder walked to Scully, he put his arms around her, and he kissed her.
"I love you," he whispered to her.
The kiss intensified, he felt her lips part, her arms going around him, pulling him closer, encouraging him. "We're on a case, remember?"
"Yeah, I remember." he was glad she had stopped talking about Quentin. He was terrified that she would find out his secret.
"We have to act as professional as we can. You don't want to be split up do you?" Scully asked.
"No," Mulder kissed her again.
Scully pulled away from him. Her fingers caressed his lips. "Later, after we figure out what happened here."
"Promise?"
"Of course I do!" She walked away from Mulder.
He followed her into the next room. It was dark in the room; he took out his flashlight.
Scully started looking for a light switch. "I can't find any electric switches, not on the walls or the floorboards."
"No electricity then?" he felt like he should know what this place was. Was it really the old house? When he visited Collinsport as a child, the old house had electricity.
"I doubt it," she paused. "This whole place is strange, I am beginning to think you were right, we should go back. It's creepy."
"It's romantic," Mulder pulled Scully to him, she didn't protest this time. She seemed to fit into his arms, as if he was created just to hold Scully.
Suddenly a woman appeared in front of them; she was dressed in clothing from the turn of the century. She raised her hand. "Don't move! Either of you!"
Mulder tried to move but found he was frozen. The woman pulled Scully away from him. Using all his will, Mulder was able to move towards the woman.
"Stop!" the woman commanded. "Both of you! Don't move until I give you leave!"
A man stepped out from behind the woman. There was no mistaking this was the Quentin he met at the top of the stairs, but how did he get down here? Why was he dressed so strangely?
Mulder watched horrified as the Quentin went over to Scully. "Is this her?"
"Yes, it is." the woman was blond, beautiful, very beautiful.
"She is dressed oddly," Quentin looked at Scully's legs lecherously. "Though I do like her legs."
"Would she make a good gift for you?" The woman purred.
"I think she would be very interesting." the man grinned wolfishly.
The woman moved in front of Scully, her mouth whispering a spell in another language. One thing Mulder could understand was the word "forget."
Finally the woman turned to Quentin. "It is finished, she has a new personality. One that has been molded to please you."
"What about her past memories?" Quentin really didn't want to have to deal with her past.
"They've been repressed. She is no longer Dana Scully. She will have to have a new name, would you like to give it to her?"
"Heather Rosemary,"
"A beautiful innocent name, for a innocent person." Angelique smiled evilly. "She even thinks she loves you."
"That's even better," Quentin also smiled.
With a wave of her arm, the woman, Quentin and Scully disappeared.
Mulder could move now. "Dana!" he shouted at the top of his lungs. He could hear his voice echoing around the room.
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A dark woman came into the room. Carrying a lit calendabra. In a thick accent, she asked. "What are you doing in this house?"
Mulder looked over the woman, she was dressed strangely. Wearing a dress that looked like it could have been worn at the turn of the century. The dress was extremely colorful. The skirt made of a Romany design. The woman had dark skin, and her hair was long and fell down her back. She wore a pentagram. "I ask you again, what are you doing, trespassing in this house?"
Mulder took out his id. "I am agent Mulder, FBI."
"Let me look," the woman demanded. She took his ID from him. "This is very good, except for one thing, you are born almost sixty years in the future."
"Sixty years in the future," he gasped. "What year is this?"
"What kind of question is that?" her accent sounded Eastern European.
"Please," Mulder tried to stay calm. "Tell me the year."
"It's 1897,"
"1897! It can't be!" he gasped.
"All right, that's enough, get out of here!" The woman demanded. "Or will I have to call my husband to throw you out!"
"Wait!" a man commanded, coming into the room. He was in his mid thirties, dressed in period clothes.
"This man has a counterfeit ID." the woman told this man.
Mulder recognized him. "Dr. Collins?"
"You know me?" the man asked. His voice was formal, as if he took care with every word he spoke.
"You where my history professor, at Oxford. You must have had lots of students after me, I can imagine that's why you can't remember me."
"In what year?"
"What kind of question is that?" the woman asked.
"I took a class under you in 1982." Mulder continued.
"That hasn't happened yet. 1982 is in my future, but yes, I am Barnabas Collins." he glanced at the woman. "Give him his identification, and leave us alone."
"Its your house," the woman shrugged, shoving Mulder's ID at him.
After the woman left, Barnabas said. "At least you're alone."
"I'm not alone, I have a partner, Scully. She came with me, Quentin warned us about this in 2000, but we didn't listen to him.... I didn't' listen to him." he corrected.
Barnabas' eyes got large. "Where did she go?"
"I'm not sure." Mulder tried to remember. "There was a woman, she came here, made me not be able to move. She had Quentin with her. She then took my.... partner."
"What did this woman look like? It's important."
"She was blond, beautiful, dressed in a long dress." Mulder paused. "You know who she is, don't you?"
"Her name is Angelique, and yes I know her." Barnabas paused. "How much do you believe in the super natural?"
Mulder took out the chain he wore under his shirt, showing Barnabas his pentagram. "I've worn this all my life."
"You've never taken it off?"
"I did for awhile, but something happened...it convinced me to put it back on." Mulder felt strange, telling this man his secret.
"Do you have any relatives with the name Collins?"
"No, no one. Why?" Mulder lied. He wasn't sure he trusted this man.
"No reason." he said mysteriously.
Just then Byers came into the Old House. The woman followed him; she had a gun pointed at him. "Mr. Collins, I found another one skulking around the house. His ID had the same years as the other one."
Barnabas looked Byers over. "Who is this?"
"He says his name is John Byers."
"Your mother was cook at Collinwood." Mulder said remembering.
"Your Barnabas Collins." Byers guessed.
"What year are you from?"
"What kind of question is that?" Mulder was beginning to feel like he was going crazy.
"Please, tell me. It's very important."
"We came from 2000." Byers said.
"How did you get back in time?"
"There was a staircase in the big house, we went down it, when we got to the bottom, we were here." Byers paused. "I know the story seems fantastic, but it's true."
"I believe you," the man said solemnly, "I am like you, from the future, but from 1970."
"What year is it now?"
"1897,"
"We are 100 years in the past." Mulder looked around more. "I feel as if I've fallen down the rabbit hole."
"Don't worry, I'll try to get the two of you back to your own time." Barnabas said, trying to reassure the two men.
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"Since we're going to be working together, perhaps I should know your name." Barnabas was sitting at his writing table writing a letter.
"Sorry, It's Mulder, Fox Mulder."
Barnabas looked visibly shaken. "Then I've met you before. You came to visit my cousin, Elizabeth Collins-Stoddard. You must have been nine, ten years old."
"I was nine." he didn't want to think about what happened then. "If you can remember what happened, you would know it was a nightmare, a long nightmare."
"That's why you wear the pentagram." Barnabas guessed. "You saw someone killed by a werewolf."
"I really don't want to talk about that." his childhood memory came flooding back to him. The memories of seeing someone killed when he was so young.
"Byers, I think it would be a good idea if we placed a spy in Collinwood, you."
"Why me?" Byers asked.
"Because Angelique has seen Mulder, and she has a memory like a steel trap. You are an unknown factor."
"Why do you want me to do?"
"Do you think you could be a butler?"
"I think so."
"Good, Miss Collins has been trying to hire a butler since I arrived at this time."
"No one's applied?"
"Collinsport is a small fishing town. There are few domestics. She can't find anyone from Portland willing to even apply for the position." Barnabas explained.
"I'll do my best then." Byers promised.
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It was getting near dawn. Mulder was getting extremely tired. He finally began to realize that this was really 1897. The papers and other things had drawn Mulder into believing. The clothing had been another reason Mulder believed. Woman didn't usually wear corsets in the year 2000. Mulder couldn't help the picture of Scully in a corset form in his mind. He would love to see her in a corset. Only if he could get her back.
Barnabas kept glancing out the window to the sky. That made Mulder nervous. Was his host expecting company?
"Is something wrong?" Mulder asked.
Barnabas got to his feet. He walked to Mulder. "It is near dawn, and I hunger."
"I don't understand." Mulder told him.
"I realize you don't." Barnabas looked into Mulder's eyes. The agent suddenly couldn't move. "You can help me the most by not resisting."
"What are you doing?" Mulder gasped.
"I need to feed." Barnabas' eyes had changed. They now glowed blood red. The older man pulled Mulder to his feet, and then he kissed Mulder gently. Then his mentor's lips left Mulder's and went to his neck. Mulder could feel Barnabas' teeth puncture his neck.
Pleasure, a strange pleasure overcame Mulder. It was erotic, more erotic then sex. His hand went to the back of the Vampire's head, urging him on. Then a weakness overcame Fox Mulder, and he felt his life force drain from him.
"I took too much." He could hear Barnabas tell him.
*I'm dying. * Mulder thought.
"I can save you Mulder. Do you want me to?"
"Please," was all Mulder could say.
Mulder felt the vampire part his lips. Then something wet entered his mouth. "Drink, you must drink."
Mulder swallowed. The blood tasted salty, old. Mulder drank until he could no longer drink. Then blackness overcame him.