I do not own Dresden Files or X Files, if i did, it would still be going, both of them. The books are amazing too!

Dresden's POV

I was running. Again. These past months had been composed entirely of running, when I wasn't blasting a magical construct into oblivion. I had no idea what was going on but, in my experience anything that results in being chased down an alley by something with large teeth is never good. Ever. And of course it couldn't be just me under attack. No, the whole freakin' city had to be involved.

See for the past couple of months a serial killer has been stalking Chicago. It has all the earmark of vampiric attack hence I had to be on patrol looking for the bastard. Sometimes I hate my life.

It all started with those murders, and at first I thought it couldn't be a vampire because it was just so obvious. Obviously someone was being set up. I got in contact with Thomas, in the hopes that he might know what was going on. What I got back wasn't promising. Evidently, after the death of bastard of a vampire it had been decided that whoever could kill me could take over the black court. Lucky me. The only good thing about this was that most were unwilling to face me after that last match with a vampire. Guess bad reputations are good for something. It was unclear as to who this attacker was, but he was a black court vampire, and evidently a powerful one at that. He was drawing me out with the blatant murders, but for what, I didn't know.

Murphy had called me onto the scene because of the distinct lack of blood and bite marks that are classic vampire. What disturbs me is that as a vampire you don't need to drain a victim, and many are willing to be bitten a second time, if only to avoid death, because only the red courts bite was addicting. I would have to hunt him down and kill him before the body count got even higher. The vampiric nature of the deaths gave it some publicity. And it drew in two new investigators. FBI agents, at least they weren't werewolves this time. Anyway, back to the running. This is how I met these two curious individual, and made a strange new friend.

"Murphy! Run!", I yelled at the detective, as I sprinted down the alley. Three people looked up, and fear was printed on those faces. Guns were whipped out and aimed at this strange new foe.

Mulder's POV

We had just arrived at the scene of the murder. Unlike my earlier encounter with so called vampires, this one seemed almost like someone was trying to make a vampire seem to be the culprit. I heard someone yelling, turned, and got quite the shock.

The tall man the woman in charge had been so reluctant to discuss was running full tilt down the alley, but that wasn't the surprising bit. What shocked me was the thing following him, it was probably four feet tall at the shoulder and was a blur of teeth and claws.

I drew my gun and fired, or tried to anyway for some reason it didn't go off. Fortunately the Sergeants gun did would have made me more suspicious if it hadn't just saved our lives.

"Dresden" the sergeant barked "what the hell was that thing?!"

"some sort of construct I'd assume" I interjected. There'd be time to figure out why she thought he could answer that question later. right now I'd enjoy the look on his face.

"That'd be a pretty good assumption" he managed to get his cool back pretty quickly "I think it's involved in the murders, or it's master."

"Well, what ever it is, we killed it. Scully, get me the toxicology report on this thing right away, I want to see what it is, and what it's made of", I said to my partner, and she nodded, already examining the body, like the scientist and doctor she was.

"Well, guess that proves that the book I found was right. Magic does exist", said Mulder to Scully, and she hissed. "I may believe in aliens, but there is no such thing as magic. Aliens make sense, magic is just stupid Mulder. I swear, every time I think I see the depths of your paranoia, you come up with something new", she said, and she looked at me skeptically. "Then how do you explain that", I asked, pointing at the construct smugly.

"It's probably just a rabid overgrown animal, or something else that has been affected by radioactivity, like the tapeworm man. It could even be a government experiment for all we know, Mulder", she said, studying the thing on the ground, it's bullet wounds oozing a weird fluid, that I could not place, "Hell, I would even believe it was a alien before I believed in magic."

The lieutenant gave me a funny look as she spoke softly to the man who had been running from the thing that had run down the alley way. This was going to be an interesting case.