Disclaimer: Yeah, yeah. I don't own Mulder or Scully. You know the drill.
Author's note: If you've read any of my other fanfic, you'll start to notice that I really like vampires. I don't know why, but I do. Oh, I also know very little about X-Files, so feel free to correct me.
The Surreal Word I Live In By D.E. Lewis
A teenage girl stood in a graveyard. She was small, with short black hair, dark eyes, pale skin, and blood red lips. She was quite disoriented, standing above a recently turned up grave.
"What's my name?" She whispered to herself. The wind and rain were her only reply. "What's my name?" She asked more loudly. The weather got stronger. "What's my name?" She yelled at the top of her lungs.
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Fox Mulder sat up with a start, cold sweat dripping off his face. He looked around his bedroom. What a weird dream he thought. The clock read 3:00. He flopped back on the bed. His arm stung. He looked at the deep scratches. He didn't remember getting them. "What the-" he broke off. Was he still dreaming? He got out of bed, and went into the bathroom. He was covered in small scratches for some reason. He blinked his eyes. The scratches disappeared, and Fox Mulder saw black.
~~
Dana Scully sat in the hospital room, watching her partner in the bed. Someone from a neighboring apartment had heard some sort of loud shout coming from his apartment. Concerned, they went up to make sure he was all right. The door wasn't locked for some reason. It was an odd piece of evidence, since Mulder always locked his door. The neighbor had come in, and found Mulder collapsed on the floor in a pool of blood from an obvious head wound. Scully had been notified about his recent hospital visit, and came as soon as possible. She placed her hand on his heavily bandaged head, willing him to wake up and prove he was alive. The monitors said so, but he didn't exactly show any signs of life.
"Come on, Mulder. Wake up." She muttered. She took his hand. Several IV's were running into it. He fortunately wasn't in a coma, but was still quite unconscious.
An hour or so later, Mulder showed his first real sign of life. His eyelids fluttered open, and he started to breath heavily, as if it hurt to try. Scully woke up from her chair with a start.
"Mulder! You piece of scum, don't do that to me again!" She exclaimed, and hugged him.
"What was her name?" he whispered.
"What? Maybe I should go get a doctor-" Mulder gripped her arm.
"No. The girl. In the storm. She wanted to know her name. She was alone." He mumbled. His arm fell back on the bed, exhausted.
"What are you talking about? Was this a dream?"
"I-I don't know if it was a dream or not. I don't even know what she was doing in that graveyard." He mumbled again.
"Graveyard?" Scully repeated, seriously doubting that there was no brain damage. "Mulder, go back to sleep. You need rest. You're seriously injured. That's it, just calm down, go to sleep." She soothed, and Mulder obeyed.
~~
The girl was still in the graveyard, but now sitting on the grave. Every time she tried to leave it, large wolf-like creatures would scare her back. She tried climbing the tree she was under, but women with dead faces attacked and frightened her again.
"Who's grave am I on?" She asked aloud. The storm was still raging. She shivered.
Author's note: If you've read any of my other fanfic, you'll start to notice that I really like vampires. I don't know why, but I do. Oh, I also know very little about X-Files, so feel free to correct me.
The Surreal Word I Live In By D.E. Lewis
A teenage girl stood in a graveyard. She was small, with short black hair, dark eyes, pale skin, and blood red lips. She was quite disoriented, standing above a recently turned up grave.
"What's my name?" She whispered to herself. The wind and rain were her only reply. "What's my name?" She asked more loudly. The weather got stronger. "What's my name?" She yelled at the top of her lungs.
~~
Fox Mulder sat up with a start, cold sweat dripping off his face. He looked around his bedroom. What a weird dream he thought. The clock read 3:00. He flopped back on the bed. His arm stung. He looked at the deep scratches. He didn't remember getting them. "What the-" he broke off. Was he still dreaming? He got out of bed, and went into the bathroom. He was covered in small scratches for some reason. He blinked his eyes. The scratches disappeared, and Fox Mulder saw black.
~~
Dana Scully sat in the hospital room, watching her partner in the bed. Someone from a neighboring apartment had heard some sort of loud shout coming from his apartment. Concerned, they went up to make sure he was all right. The door wasn't locked for some reason. It was an odd piece of evidence, since Mulder always locked his door. The neighbor had come in, and found Mulder collapsed on the floor in a pool of blood from an obvious head wound. Scully had been notified about his recent hospital visit, and came as soon as possible. She placed her hand on his heavily bandaged head, willing him to wake up and prove he was alive. The monitors said so, but he didn't exactly show any signs of life.
"Come on, Mulder. Wake up." She muttered. She took his hand. Several IV's were running into it. He fortunately wasn't in a coma, but was still quite unconscious.
An hour or so later, Mulder showed his first real sign of life. His eyelids fluttered open, and he started to breath heavily, as if it hurt to try. Scully woke up from her chair with a start.
"Mulder! You piece of scum, don't do that to me again!" She exclaimed, and hugged him.
"What was her name?" he whispered.
"What? Maybe I should go get a doctor-" Mulder gripped her arm.
"No. The girl. In the storm. She wanted to know her name. She was alone." He mumbled. His arm fell back on the bed, exhausted.
"What are you talking about? Was this a dream?"
"I-I don't know if it was a dream or not. I don't even know what she was doing in that graveyard." He mumbled again.
"Graveyard?" Scully repeated, seriously doubting that there was no brain damage. "Mulder, go back to sleep. You need rest. You're seriously injured. That's it, just calm down, go to sleep." She soothed, and Mulder obeyed.
~~
The girl was still in the graveyard, but now sitting on the grave. Every time she tried to leave it, large wolf-like creatures would scare her back. She tried climbing the tree she was under, but women with dead faces attacked and frightened her again.
"Who's grave am I on?" She asked aloud. The storm was still raging. She shivered.