Subj: Darane Svatura -- 6
Date: 6/18/00 3:29:36 PM Central Daylight Time
From: Katrinka
WARNING: If you consider a male vampire using a male human for a blood slave slash, please do not read the last part of this story. I will mark it with a #. But I do not consider it really slash.
Mulder hated himself for being a coward. He had wanted to fight back against Angelique, but his love for Scully had stopped him. Scully only had her dreams. If Quentin found out about them, he could be able to take even those away from her. He could still remember the joy in his lover's eyes when Mulder told her what she remembered was true. The completeness he felt as they made love. The taste of her blood.
Now Scully's dreams had been taken away from her. The freedom they shared had been brief. She had turned herself in to protect him.
//I'm not worth it, // he thought.
Mulder reached out to Scully through the blood tie. Mulder could feel Heather taking over Scully's mind. He could see Angelique putting a cameo around her neck. As she did, Scully's memories faded away. He could feel her worry, then suddenly, nothing. She was no longer Scully. She was Heather Collins, and she loved her husband Quentin.
Fox Mulder hadn't felt this empty for a very long time. His other half was gone. He tried to forget seeing Quentin kissing her. Try to forget the fact that she was married to him. Mulder had always hoped that perhaps someday, they would be married. Someday they would have a life together.
I want to believe. That was always what Mulder thought, even when his mother told him about the curse. Even when his sister disappeared, even when Scully gave him her father's diamond, that had been blessed.
He reached down, touching it. A part of her, this was all he had left of Scully. Angelique had taken his lover from him.
Mulder walked back to the old house. Madga was at the card table in the sitting room. She shuffled and reshuffled her tarot cards. She looked over Mulder. "Sit down."
"I want to be left alone."
"Sit down!" she waved her hand, and Mulder found himself sitting at the table.
"What did you do to me? Why did you make me sit down?" Mulder demanded.
"Because it is time to have your cards read."
"I could read the cards myself."
"You are not a gypsy, you do not have my experiences. Let me read your cards."
"If I don't, you're going to make me." Mulder guessed.
"It is time." Madga busied herself shuffling the cards. "Why did your parents call you Fox?"
"That is none of your business."
Madga shrugged. "You tell me on your own, or I make you tell me. It is up to you."
"Why do you have this hold over me? How can you force me to do things?" Mulder was angry, he didn't really care if this woman knew it.
"I am able to control you because your barriers have been lowered." Madga explained. "You've been attacked by that woman."
"What woman."
"Angelique." the name coming out of Madga's lips sounded like a curse. "Why did she do this to you?"
"I tried to help Scully escape," he admitted.
"That is something you can't do alone. She is too powerful for you to just march in and take your lover."
"There's no one who can help me." Mulder said morosely.
"Your own flesh and blood can."
"Byers you mean?"
"Yes, he is an insider,"
"He is also a wimp."
"So tell me, why do you wear the pentagram?" She asked again. "Has the pentagram helped you? Protected you from the curse?"
"The only time I ever changed was when a former girlfriend persuaded me not to wear it." he took a deep breath. "I killed someone."
"That was not your fault, it was the curses fault." she shoved the cards across the table at him. "I would like to read your cards."
"Would it tell me if I get Scully back?"
"Perhaps," she said mysteriously. "The cards say a many things."
"I guess it wouldn't hurt."
"Shuffle the cards." Mulder did, then he gave them back to her. She laid the cards out on the table, "You feel lost now." When he nodded, she went on. "She is the other half of you, not just a lover, a friend, but the other half of your soul."
"That's how I feel." he confessed.
"Each of you are hiding a secret from the other." She looked down at one card. "Why haven't you told her yours?"
"She wouldn't understand."
"Scully has a secret, one that is just as powerful as yours." She laid down two more cards. "Her secret will be the thing that saves you both."
"She can't remember who she is," he told Madga.
"Then you must work to help her remember. If you do not, then no good will come."
"Quentin has forbidden me to be near her."
"Quentin Collins is very powerful," she agreed. She took a necklace from around her neck. She pressed it into Mulder's hand. "When you get your lover back, give her this. It will protect her."
Mulder put the necklace on. "Thanks."
Madga laid down another card, then another. She raised a hand to her lips. "Oh my god. You are my flesh and blood." Tears swelled in Madga's eyes. She turned over another card. "Your grandparents were first cousins. Your grandmother descended from my sister Jenny. Your grandfather descended from another child of Quentin's."
"Your cards told you that?"
"Yes, yes they did. You are a Gypsy. I should have
seen it in your eyes. You have the tragic look about you." she put down the
cards. "You should not be here! Your love, you are doing something that is forbidden.
Traveling in time is wrong."
"I didn't get the choice."
"Then you must get her, your cousin, and go back to where you came from."
"I can't. Angelique stands in the way." Mulder reminded her. "If I get Scully here, Angelique will come here to the old house and take her back."
"Then she will have to be taken care of. I can make sure she will not be able to enter this house. You depend on your family to take care of you." Madga said firmly. "We will take care of you and your lover."
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It was a rare night for Quentin Collins, not spending it with a woman. His new wife had been very tired and turned in early. Angelique had done more magic with Heather, making her forget even more. Some how the process had left his wife exhausted. Heather had been involved with someone else before the marriage. This raised complications. Quentin could still remember seeing the pentagram that Mulder wore. He went over and over it in his mind. It was unmistakable that Mulder was a werewolf, but how?
There was a knocking at his door. Probably Byers bringing that drink he ordered.
"Come," He said, leaning back even more in his chair.
What came in was not his butler bringing drinks. Instead it was Barnabas Collins. "Can I speak to you?"
"Sure why not?" Quentin watched his cousin come into the room, and shut the door. "Are you here to apologize for your attorney?"
"I don't know what you mean,"
"I caught Marty Mulder kissing my wife."
"Yes, you did. " Barnabas admitted. "Do you think that perhaps Heather had a life before you?"
"My wife's former life is gone."
"Before Angelique took her. I expect she made Heather's amnesia even more powerful."
Quentin looked up to the man. "What do you know about it?"
"Even you aren't slimy enough to take another man's fiancée."
"Heather's my wife." Quentin reminded him.
"Before that her name was Dana Katherine Scully. She's engaged to my attorney."
"Things change, she loves me."
"If you really believe that, then let Angelique give Heather back her memories. Let Heather be the one that chooses."
"Why are you here? To discuss my wife?"
Barnabas put something on Quentin's desk. Quentin picked it up, he looked at it. He couldn't believe the dates on it, but wouldn't revel that to Barnabas. "So he's from the future."
"Did you know he wears a pentagram at all times?"
"Many people wear pentagrams." he tried to sound non-chanlant.
"Did you know that his parents named him fox to try to appease the sprit of Madga?"
"Why would I care if his parents wanted to do something like that?" Quentin was beginning to think his cousin was insane.
"His mother is your granddaughter."
Quentin looked back down to the photo. His eyes, Mulder had eyes that looked so much like Quentin's mother. "Let's say he's my great grand son. Heather has nothing to do with him."
Barnabas handed Quentin a photo. A picture of Heather and Mulder. It was obvious in the photo that they where happy together. There was something else strange. The photo was in color. "How was he able to make a photograph in color?"
"It is common place in his time."
"If he is really my great-grandson, then he won't have trouble finding another girlfriend." Quentin couldn't believe he was having this conversation.
"Angelique has given you Heather as a gift, haven't you wondered what she wants in return?" the vampire persisted.
"Why do you think she wants something in return?"
"Angelique always wants something in return." Barnabas countered. "She's put a spell on you. Why would you let her?"
"What do you really want?" Quentin demanded. "The truth, not these games!"
"When Angelique is finished with Heather, she will be destroyed."
"How do you know she'll do that?"
"Because that's what Angelique did with my Josette."
"I can't let her do that," Quentin gasped. He realized that that was what Angelique would do. She would destroy his wife. Then she would turn on him. He couldn't remember the spell she placed on him, but he knew he was under one.
"Then help us protect her, help us return her to her own time."
"How will that help? To return her? She would be safer with me."
"Scully would be safer in her own time, with her own memories. She can protect herself. She doesn't need you."
"Heather is only a woman." Quentin pointed out.
"Scully is a Federal Agent. She can take care of herself." Barnabas countered.
It dawned on Quentin, he had to help. "What do you want me to do?"
"Just distract Angelique tomorrow night,"
"You'll take care of the rest." Quentin said. "If she finds out I'm involved, she could hurt Heather."
"When Angelique finds out, she will be angry with me, not you."
"I love Heather," Quentin admitted.
"If you really loved her, you would give her up. Let her go back to her own time."
"It's going to be hard, I hate Angelique." Quentin mused. "But she has been begging me to spend the night with her."
"Just close your eyes and pretend she's someone you want." Barnabas tried to smooth.
Quentin realized that his cousin was right, but he really didn't want to become involved. "All right, I'll distract Angelique, but don't tell me anything else, I don't want to be held accountable for it."
"Agreed." Barnabas said.
There was a knock at the door. "Come in!"
The door opened, and Byers came in with the bottle of sherry. "I brought your drink sir."
"Thank you Byers. Can you bring me a bottle of whiskey?"
Quentin couldn't help but notice the look that passed between Barnabas and Byers. The butler put the sherry on Quentin's desk. "Of course sir."
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Time: The next day
Byers stepped out onto the porch of the servants quarters. It was morning, just an hour before he began work. Byers couldn't believe what he saw. In the woods, Mulder was jogging. He wore a gray T-shirt and his dress pants. Mulder looked very desirable.
//He has Scully, he doesn't want you! // Byers reminded
himself for the millionth time. He knew that Mulder was straight, Byers had
never pressed his desire for his cousin. For the past few days Mulder had been
oozing
sexuality.
Byers went out into the woods. He had to see why his cousin was jogging. This was 1897; people didn't jog in this time period. "Mulder,"
Mulder jogged over to him. His cousin was very pale, far paler then usual. "How's it going?"
"I'm getting tired of being a butler."
"You could always quit."
"If I did that, you wouldn't have an insider." Byers reminded him. "So why are you out jogging?"
"I jog every morning." Mulder swayed, and held onto a tree.
Byers moved closer to his Mulder. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Mulder didn't move.
"Really Fox," Byers reached out and touched his cousin. "What's wrong?"
"I hunger," Mulder said hoarsely, his hands where shaking.
"I can help,"
"Yes," Mulder sighed. "You can."
Mulder pulled Byers into the woods. He pushed the shocked Byers against a tree and kissed him passionately. A strange thrill went through the man. The kiss felt very good.
Mulder pulled away from Byers, his eyes were red, blood red. Then Byers saw Mulder's teeth, they where fangs! What had Mulder turned in to? "What are you?"
"I can't help myself. I need this...John. Please try and understand." Mulder gasped. Suddenly there was the pain of Mulder's teeth biting his neck, soon replaced by an estasy that was far better then making love had ever been.
Then just as suddenly it was over. Mulder pulled away from Byers' murmuring he was sorry. Then Mulder vanished.
Byers reached to his neck. His fingers touched blood. So that was it. Mulder was a vampire. He could hear someone inside yelling for him. Byers fastened his shirt and went back inside.