Subj: Darane Svatura -- 10
Date: 6/22/00 1:52:37 PM Central Daylight Time
From: Katrinka

It was a full moon. Most of the servants in Collinwood where out, looking for the creature that had attacked several people. It was a man who walked as a wolf. The attacks always came on a full moon. Scully and Mulder had been able to slip into the house by the servants quarters, without anyone being wiser.

"I wish I was as strong as you," Mulder told Scully, as they went through Collinwood, looking for the magic room. The room that held the staircase.

"I'm not strong," she tried to tell him. "I'm just as terrified as you."

The agents hadn't been able to find Byers, though they had been looking for him for hours. Mulder had called and called through the blood link, but he felt nothing in return. That worried Mulder. That meant that they might have to return home without his cousin.

She could see the doorway right ahead of them. Mulder's hand tightened around Scully's. "We're almost home."

There was a flash, and suddenly Angelique was standing in front of them. She was dressed in a green gown. Her hair perfect. A look of fury marred her beauty.

"You!" she glared at Mulder. "Am I ever to be rid of the curse of Quentin Collins?"

"I am my own person," Mulder tried to control the fear that was trying to overcome him.

"You have the blood of Quentin Collins within you!" She told him. "His blood controls you."

As he was talking, Scully tried to do a binding spell, but Angelique turned to her, and put her hand out. She shoved the air; Scully was lifted up, and thrown against the wall.

"You my darling descendant, will be much better off once I do away with this Mulder."

Scully tried to struggle to her feet, with another wave, Angelique pushed her again.

"What have you done to Scully?" Mulder demanded.

"I'm protecting her. Angelique reached her hand out, and a lightening bolt came out of her hand. It traveled toward Mulder. It hit him, but he didn't feel anything. He realized it was the amulet that protected him.

"Your magic doesn't work!"

Again Angelique tried a lightening bolt; again there was no pain. "I don't understand, why can't I do anything against you?"

"I have Scully's magic to protect me." There was faith in Mulder's voice. Faith in Scully.

"Dana hasn't told you the truth, has she?" Angelique asked, gloating in her voice.

"I know she's a witch",

"That doesn't bother you?"

"Of course it doesn't,"

"Did she tell you where she got her abilities?"

"It doesn't matter to me."

"Perhaps if you knew who, it would. She got them from me, I taught her everything she knows." The woman's eyes blue like Dana's got big, as if she was really enjoying this. "She is my descendent!"

"I don't care who Scully's descended from, I love her." Mulder turned back to his lover, who sat helplessly on the floor. Mulder was powerless to help Scully. Perhaps with the protections Scully had given him, she would be
able to save them both. He took off his pentagram and his thong.

"A talisman, I should have known." Angelique whispered. "If you take it off, you will be powerless in front of me."

"I don't care." Mulder's voice cracked. He placed the tokens around her neck, and Scully looked up to him for the first time. "It's okay, you'll be safe now."

Scully couldn't believe that Mulder would sacrifice himself for her. "But you,"

There was a tear in Mulder's eyes. "It doesn't matter what happens to me, I love you."

Angelique went to the window; she opened the curtain, the light from the full moon shone through.

"Get away," Scully, warned. "Mulder run! Hide from the moonlight."

"I don't have to see the moonlight to change." Mulder sank to the ground, holding his side. "It hurts, it hurts."

"What hurts?"

"The change...it hurts."

"What are you doing to him?" Scully demanded.

"I'm doing nothing. What happens to your lover is his own choice!" Angelique gloated. "He's a werewolf. They change during a full moon."

Mulder writhed on the floor, in pain. The last thing he could gasp was. "Dana, get away from here go back to our time, don't worry about me. I love you!'

Scully wouldn't have believed the change if she hadn't seen it. Mulder slowly turned into a werewolf. The werewolf got to his feet. He turned towards Scully, growling. Scully raised Mulder's pentagram. That made the werewolf back away from her.

"Hunt werewolf!" Angelique commanded. "Go to ground." Mulder jumped out the window, a look of triumph crossed Angelique face. "Your lover has gone to hunt. Now your helpless."

Scully touched the chain that Mulder had given her. He had faith in her. All ready she felt stronger. She stood up. "I am your descendant, I have the same power as you."

"Your not as strong!"

"Perhaps alone she wouldn't be as strong," Barnabas told her, coming into the room, followed by Quentin Collins wearing clothes from another century. Behind them came Byers.

"She has us, and we will help her." The modern day Quentin said.

"You changed into a werewolf!" Angelique said. "I saw you!"

"That was me yes, but not me." Quentin said.

"No person can be in two places at once." The witch pointed out.

"Perhaps I can." Quentin paused. "Tell me what is your quarrel with Fox Mulder?"

"In the year 2000 Fox Mulder defeated me. I lost all my powers. Just by coming back in time, he's changed time. If I can prevent his going back to his time, he will not be there to defeat me!"

"What about Dana? She has enough power to defeat you."

"She is a child. She has no power against me."

While Quentin was distracting Angelique, Scully took the red chalk that Madga had given her. She drew a circle around Angelique, then she heaped the salt on top of the chalk.

"You think a line of red chalk will hold me?" Angelique sneered.

"Try it, if your pure of heart, you will be able to leave the circle." Scully told her.

Angelique tried to move, but her hands hit the air like she had an invisible wall around her.

"You might keep me in here, but that doesn't mean that you can stop my power over Quentin Collins. I will order him to kill Fox Mulder!"

"As the chalk keeps you in the circle, the salt will contain your powers." Scully told her.

"I never taught you that!" Angelique said enraged.

"Do you really think Scully's magic only came from you?" Byers asked. "Scully has magic inside of her!"

"Don't wait your time arguing with her." Barnabas said. "Go back to your own time."

"I can't." Scully told them.

"This might be your only chance."

"I'm not going anywhere without Mulder."

"Scully's right," Quentin said, "We have to find Mulder!"

"What about her?" Byers asked. "She'll follow us."

"Give me the salt and the chalk, I'll keep her here," Barnabas said. Scully considered for a moment then gave them to the vampire.

**********

Scully left Collinwood with Quentin and Byers. Scully could hear the two men talk about finding Mulder. Without Mulder, they couldn't return they both agreed. Quentin seemed so nice, so concerned about Mulder. They would go back to the old house. Perhaps Mulder might show up there.

Scully stood a few feet from the men. Something inside her reminded her that this man couldn't be trusted. Quentin turned to face her. "I know you don't trust me."

"Your right, I don't."

"I can understand your distrust, but I know what will happen to you."

"How could you?"

"I went forward in time and asked him to help." Byers told her.

"I see, that's why Mulder couldn't' find you." Scully guessed. "Why didn't you stay in the future? Why did you get him to help us?"

Quentin and Byers exchanged hesitant looks. Something had happened, Scully could sense it. Finally Quentin told her. "I had to correct a wrong."

"Well, you didn't prevent Angelique taking my memories."

"I'm sorry about that. If I could do it again, I would do everything in my power to keep Angelique from using you." There was sincerity in his voice. "Can you trust me a little? I just might save your life."

The truth came to Scully. "I was killed."

"How did you know?" Byers gasped.

"I'm not sure. I just knew."

"You might not understand this, but if I don't help you, you will die tonight." There was truth in Quentin's white-blue eyes.

"How?"

"The werewolf side of me killed you."

Scully looked up to the full moon. Then back at Quentin. He was a werewolf. He should have changed. "Why haven't you turned?"

Quentin took a pentagram out from under his shirt. "I learned something from Mulder, that wearing this would keep me from becoming a werewolf."

"Your no longer a werewolf." Scully said slowly.

"I'm still a werewolf. Without the pentagram, I would be out there, on the hunt."

Scully still couldn't trust Quentin. "What's in it for you?"

"I've never forgiven myself for killing you. Never forgave myself for Mulder's suicide."

"Mulder killed himself?"

"He thought he had murdered you." Quentin's voice cracked. "He saw your body, and before anyone could say anything, he staked himself."

There was a bey of the wolf. A shiver went through Scully. She could feel that it was Mulder. She felt sorrow in the fact that she had never believed Mulder's tales of being a werewolf. Perhaps if she had, none of this would
have happened.

"Scully, we have to call for the werewolf." Byers interrupted her thoughts. "Do you know how to do that?"

"Yes, I do."

Quentin pressed a modern gun into her hand. "Do it!"

Scully began to chant the spell that she had been taught in her childhood. A chant to call werewolves. This was the only spell that Angelique never beat her about.

Scully could hear someone coming towards her. Then a rustle of leaves. The werewolf appeared, it was wearing the clothes of Quentin Collins. The werewolf lunged towards Scully. Something streaked past her. The second Quentin tackled the werewolf.

"Scully, shoot him!" Quentin ordered.

"I'll kill you!" she raised her gun.

"Don't worry about me!" The werewolf slashed Quentin across the face with its claws.

Scully aimed the gun. She shot once, then twice. The werewolf slumped to the ground. Quentin got up; he took a handkerchief out of his pocket, and pressed it to his open cheek. "Thanks."

"I killed you." Scully gasped.

"If you did, he wouldn't be alive now." Byers pointed out.

"Are you all right?" She asked.

"No perminate harm." Quentin smiled. Scully had to admit she did like his smile. "We have to find Mulder, he's in danger."

She took off Mulder's pentagram and pressed it into Quentin's hand. "When he gets here, put this on him."

Scully began the chant. She could feel the werewolf come closer. Until Mulder stood in the clearing. Mulder had turned this way to save Scully. Both Quentin and Byers launched themselves at Mulder. The two men were able to fight Mulder to the ground. Then Quentin put the pentagram back on Mulder.

An inhuman scream came from Mulder. Then slowly Mulder turned from a werewolf back to himself. Scully ran to him, kneeling down, feeling for a pulse. Mulder's pulse was strong.

"We have to get him back to the stairs." Byers reminded them.

"Your right," Quentin picked Mulder up in his arms. He half ran-half carried him to the back door of Collinwood.

Scully and Byers had a hard time keeping up with him. By the time they caught up, the back door opened.

Beth opened the door. "Oh my god! Has he been killed?"

"He's just unconscious." Quentin told her.

Beth fingered her pentagram. "How can this be? It's a full moon!"

"I know he looks like Quentin, but he is my cousin." Byers told her. "He's from the future."

"Quentin Collins is in the forest. He's been shot." Quentin told her. "He's going to need your care when he comes back around."

Beth's eyes got huge, and she left the house. Quentin watched her leave, regret written in his eyes. "Perhaps this will change her future."

"What happened to her?" Scully asked.

"She killed herself because of me."

Quentin led them to the secret room. The staircase was still there. Quentin carried Mulder down the stairs. Byers and Scully followed. Suddenly they where at the stop of the staircase. Scully glanced at Quentin; the wound on his face had healed, leaving a thin scar.

"Do you mind putting me down?" Mulder asked.

Quentin did as he was told. Byers opened the door to the room. He stepped outside, then came back in. "It worked!"

Yes it's 2000," Janette said, coming into the hallway.

Quentin went to his wife and hugged her. "I saved them!"

Janette pulled away from her husband and gave him something. He turned to Scully and pressed it into her hand.

She looked at it; "it's our marriage license."

"I never registered It.," he admitted. "Once you burn it, there will be no record of us ever being married."

"Is there a fire anywhere?"

"There's one in the fire place," Janette said.

Scully followed Quentin and Janette back upstairs. Scully threw the marriage license into the fireplace. Mulder went to her and put her arm around her waist, they watched the paper going up in flames.

"Why did you go back in time and help us?" Mulder asked Quentin.

"Perhaps it's because I am the only one that knew I double crossed you. My self centeredness has caused me to loose too many loved ones." His white-blue eyes grew haunted. "I couldn't let it happen to you."

"You really loved me," Scully said, it wasn't a question, not really.

"I still do," Quentin admitted. "I know you don't love me, it's all right, you have Mulder. I hope the two of you can be happy."

"We will, thanks to you," Scully went to him, and kissed him gently.

******************************

Time: October 1897

The time had come. Quentin had fallen for yet another woman. Still he continued to come to Beth. The entire time, trying to convince her that it was she he loved not the others. Heather had been the last straw. When he
married her, Beth knew there would never be anything between them. Except for the child that she carried within her.

Beth had been waiting for the perfect time. Beth knew it would have to be now. Quentin's mind had been taken over by Count Petoffi. Now the possessed man was after her. He wanted to see her die.

Beth was a few feet from Widows Hill, a cliff where woman threw themselves to their deaths. She took out the box that Heather had given her. Opening up the lid, she took out the instructions for the spell and the herbs. Then with her fingers trembling, she cast the spell. An Illusion spell, she didn't quite believe it could work, when she was finished with the spell, she hid in the woods, and waited.

Moments passed then another her stood on the edge of the cliff. Quentin ran into view, beside her double, not touching her. "What are you doing out here?"

"Don't come near me!" her double countered.

"Your going to jump, you can't! What about us!"

"There is no us!" the double said, tears in her eyes. "I hate you! I hate you!"

Quentin moved towards the double, a wrong move, because she jumped, off the cliff.

"NO!" Quentin yelled, looking over the cliff. Then he turned towards the real Beth, tears in his eyes, "she never realized I loved her."

For an instant Beth felt like telling him the truth, then something reminded her of her choice. She could feel the baby within her move; she was six months pregnant. She wouldn't be able to hide this from the world much longer even without wearing petticoats. Her sister had offered Beth a home; they would tell the neighbors Beth was a widow. It would be better this way; her child would be away from the curse of Collinwood.

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