The Great Vampire
or
Confessions of a Vampire
Disclaimer at the end.
This woman was beautiful, sophisticated, intelligent and charming. Not to mention wittty.
But she was not psychic.
I knew everything about her just by looking at her.
Her name was Dana Kathrine Scully...she worked for the FBI, she had lost one sister to this search
that she was on. She was constantly looking for some sort of Truth...she was hard to read in that
are because she was skeptic. She didn't have her partner, you, Fox, fooled and she wasn't fooling herself.
She didn't always want to believe the things that she saw and experienced.
She was deeply religious-she never got rid of the cross that sparkled around her neck. Not even as she
died.
See, the thing was never any sort of hinderance to me-I'm actually rather facinated with the things.
She was a sexual creature, Mr. Mulder. Did you ever know that?
What am I saying? Of course you did. You have known it since the day you snubbed her in the
hallway. The day she came to work for the FBI.
You knew that underneath all of the coolness and prissy grey outfits, lay a bombshell of sexuality
that was just waiting to go off on you.
She has wanted you since day one, Fox. All she had to do was think of you or say you name and she
would be well on her way to the best orgasm in her life.
I laugh at the fact that you will never truly know what it's like to pleasure the beautiful Ms. Scully.
The same goes for your buddy Frohike. But you may find comfort in one thought: She yelled your
name with every orgasm she had. For, you see, it was your face she kissed, your ass she grabbed at
while she gave the best blowjob that I have had in 4,000 years.
Had she seen the real me, I never would have had her as I did. So I thank you for allowing me to use
your image for a while.
You are asking yourself "why". Heh. They all do.
The answer is quite simple, really. I wanted her. That's all. There is no ulterior motive and I feel safe
in betting that that just pisses you off. You being the one that occasionally needs an explination for all
that happens in your life.
You shall never catch me, Agent Fox Mulder. Never. You'll die trying. I promise.
*********
Mulder leaned back on the couch in his apartment and stared at the ceiling. He would indeed find this motherfucker and kill him for what he did to his precious Scully.
Disclaimer: Blah...blah...yackety-shmackey...something about how the vampire character belongs to me and the others don't. Chris Carter will sue my collective ass if he should ever see this or something?
Category: Character death
Authors notes: It's been a while and I'm trying to get into the swing of things. My "Starting Over" series bombed...it grew tiresome to write. My apologies to the 2 of you who liked it. :)
I hope this one goes over better. I think it shows my darkside and like for morbid-(ness?)
Spoilers: Pilot.
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