by Ben Church
                           The Old Ones

         Mulder and Scully are the property of Ten Thirteen 
Productions.  Buffy and friends belong to The WB.  Characters are used 
without permission, but since I'm broke, and not making any money off 
this, It would be pointless to sue me.
         For Buffy fans, this takes place before "Never Kill a Boy on 
the First Date".  For X-Files fans, this takes place at no particular 
time.  For X-Files fans who have no idea about what's going on, check 
out the web page at www.ultimatetv.com/wb/buffy for info.


The Bronze,
10:00 p.m.

         Mulder sat in his car, across the street from the club.  
Scully was performing the autopsy on last night's victim.  He was 
waiting to take another crack at Buffy.  Then he saw a large group exit 
the club, Buffy, Giles, Xander, Willow, and Martin.  "All my eggs in 
one basket." he thought.
         Mulder had been mulling his theory over and over, and was even 
more sure than ever.  His spookiness had kicked into high gear on this 
case.
         "Buffy the Vampire Slayer..." he had said, as a joke.  "It was 
almost as if there's something genetically different about her." 
Martin's e-mail had said.  In LA there had been several vampire like 
murders until Buffy burned down the gym, then the murders started up 
here shortly before she arrived, she and Giles had arrived within days 
of each other.
         Buffy was somehow genetically bred with genes specific to 
having the skill, speed and strength to kill vampires.  She had been 
born to kill Vampires and Giles was there to guide her.  There had been 
others before her, that was who had saved Martin when he was four years 
old.  The girl he was chasing last night was Buffy and she had not 
killed that man in the park, she had killed the vampire that had done 
it.  Martin had said that the vampires had disintegrated after
being killed.  And if the girl's secret ever got out, she and everyone 
she cared about would be in mortal danger.
         Mulder stepped out of the car, he'd decided on the best way of 
gaining her trust.  "Buffy!"  As soon as she turned, Mulder shouted; 
"Your secret's safe with me!"
         Buffy was astounded.  Was Mulder really that deductive?  Had 
he actually figured it out?  She guessed so.  The only thing left to 
decide was whether or not to trust him.
         She, Martin, Xander, Willow and Giles walked up to Mulder, he 
couldn't help but wonder if they were about to attack him.
         "Um, hi Mulder." Martin said.
         "What did you mean," Giles said.  "Your secret's safe with 
me?"
         "I meant that the secret of Buffy's powers, and destiny are 
safe with me." Mulder said.
         "He's figured it out," Willow said with some amazement.  
"Giles you may as well tell him the whole story."
         Giles sighed in resignation.  "The way these past two nights 
have gone I might as well call a press conference.  Very well, Agent 
Mulder, Buffy is a Slayer, a girl born once every generation with the 
power to fight the vampires.  I am a Watcher, it is my job to train and 
guide the Slayer.  Does that about cover it?"
         "That will do." Mulder said, smiling, then the smile faded.  
He wondered why, after so many unsolved murders like this, the FBI 
hadn't been called in sooner.  In fact, Skinner had had to fight to get 
this investigation going.  It reminded him of dealing with the 
Consortium.  Mulder's spookiness cut in once more.
         The coroner had not been available till the sun went down, 
there had been no autopsies done on the previous victims, and what 
usually happened to victims of Vampire attacks?
         "Oh god," Mulder said suddenly, startling Buffy and the 
others.  "Scully!"  Mulder took off towards his car.
         "Um, you guys go home." Buffy said, and took off after Mulder.
         "Never a dull moment." Martin muttered.
         Mulder reached his car and got in.  He was about to leave when 
Buffy got in beside him.  Mulder opened his mouth to protest.
         "Don't start." Buffy said.  "You're going off to fight 
vampires, and that's my job.  And I don't mind saying I'm a lot better 
qualified than you."
         "I withdraw my protest." Mulder said and started the car.

Sunnydale Funeral Home

         Scully was relieved when she found the body still here.  After 
finding the coffins of every victim empty, she'd begun to feel almost 
as paranoid as Mulder.  Maybe now she could get to the bottom of this.
         Scully snapped on the latex gloves and began recording.  
"Subject is Caucasian male, weighing approximately 200 pounds.  He has 
been identified as 19 year old Philip Morris.  Preliminary examination 
suggests cause of death to be massive blood loss due to penetration of 
the jugular vein.  Lack of blood found at the scene suggests the use of 
a suction device of some ki-"
         Scully broke off as she felt a hand close over her wrist.  She 
stood stock still for a moment, telling herself that the corpse had not 
just grabbed her.  Then she turned, and found that she was a liar.  The 
corpse that had just grabbed her, was in the process of sitting up.  
The face of the corpse was now deformed, it's teeth were fangs, and 
it's eyes were sunken while it's brow bones jutted from it's forehead. 
 The corpse looked around in confusion, as if disoriented.  Then it's 
eyes fixed on her.  It let out a yell and dropped her hand.
         Scully backed away, not noticing that the newly revived dead 
boy was just as afraid as she was.  Scully heard the door open behind 
her.  She whirled to find a similarly deformed coroner entering the 
room.
         The coroner ignored her, his eyes focused on Philip.  Almost 
absent mindedly he twisted the door so it would not open from either 
side.
         "What the hell happened to me?" Philip screamed.  "Why am in 
the funeral home?"
         "Now Philip calm down." the coroner said.  "You've just been 
through a traumatic experience, but I promise you, everything will be 
okay if you listen to me, and trust me.  Do you understand?"
         "Yeah." Philip said.  "I understand."
         "Good, now," the Coroner said, indicating Scully.  "I'd like 
you to meet Agent Dana Scully, from the FBI  Now, Scully, young Philip 
is suffering from a complete loss of blood.  But we're going to help 
him.  We're going to do special type of transfusion.  Philip, welcome 
to Vampirism 101."
         Scully made a break for the door, but try as she might, she 
could not budge it.  The coroner grabbed her from behind, dragging her 
towards Philip.  He held her arms with one hand, and her hair in his 
other, exposing her jugular.
         "Now Philip," he said.  "It's very simple, just bite her 
jugular, that big vein you see there, form an airtight seal around the 
bite, and simply swallow what comes."
         "But," Philip said.  "But that will kill her."
         "Philip," Scully said.  "There are other ways of getting 
blood.  Ways that won't hurt people."
         "Don't listen to her!" the coroner snapped.  "She doesn't know 
what she's talking about!  She's mortal!  Listen to me Philip, trust 
me.  I'm like you."
         Philip stood for a moment, indecisive, and then bent his head 
towards Scully's neck.  "Good boy Philip." the coroner said.
         "Scully!" Mulder's shout echoed through the room, Mulder was 
just outside, trying to open the door.
         "Here," Buffy said.  "Let me."  With one swift kick, the door 
flew open, and Mulder and Buffy ran in.
         The coroner threw Scully at Mulder, knocking them both to the 
ground.  Buffy leapt at him, but he picked the examination table up and 
smashed it against her.
         Buffy lost her hold on her stake and saw a long fingered hand 
pick it up.  She got to her feet, ready to fight, but the new Vampire 
held it before him, looking from it, to her.  Then he turned towards the coroner.
         "You're like me." he said, and looked back at Buffy.  Buffy 
tensed, and the coroner smiled.  Philip raised the stake and plunged 
it...into the heart of the coroner.  The coroner had just enough time 
to look amazed before he turned to dust.  "But I'm not like you." 
Philip finished.  He looked sadly at Buffy and Mulder and Scully who 
were just getting to their feet.  "And I never will be."  With that, he 
stabbed himself through the heart, and vanished.
         Buffy stood, silently, staring in amazed, and shocked awe at 
the spot where Philip had been standing.  She hadn't known Philip 
Morris, but now she wished she had.

                             Epilogue
Flight 451,
En route from California to Texas
Thursday, April 10
6:00 a.m.

         Mulder sat on the plane, silently contemplating the events of 
the past few days.  This case had been strange from day one right to 
the end.  The day after the incident in the lab, they'd been taken off 
the case.  Scully had not once spoken of the events, but Mulder knew 
that eventually they would have to.  They would have to tell Skinner 
for one thing.  The fact that they had declared the murders unsolved 
would not make him happy at all.

Sunnydale High School,
Sunnydale California,
11:45 p.m.

         "You want to do what?" Xander asked incredulously.
         "I want to form a horror club." Martin said.  The two of them 
were eating lunch on the quad, Willow and Buffy had not yet joined 
them.
         "Why?" Xander asked.  "I mean, what horror movie could compare 
to real life in this town?"
         "Well actually, as sort of a decoy.  I mean let's say for 
instance, someone finds out that there is a slayer.  Where are they 
gonna look first, at some girl named Buffy?  Or at a bunch of weirdos 
who obsess with the horror genre in general, and the occult in 
particular."
         "You are one weird guy, you know that?"

Somewhere beneath Sunnydale,
Friday, April 11
12:00 a.m.

         The Master stood, facing his minion on the other side of the 
barrier that kept him trapped.  "That was too close." he said.  If 
humans were to discover the truth about vampires, we would have hunters 
coming out our asses.  I want them taken care of.  One way or the 
other, they must not come back here to continue their investigation."
         "Trust me." the man said coolly, taking a puff from his 
cigarette.  "Mulder and Scully will not be coming back here."

                             The End

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