"I'm going upstairs! Maybe Violet's up there!"Scully yelled at him, the bass dropping heavily when she finished. Mulder just nodded, deciding not to waste his breathe. Scully led the way through throngs of people to the stairs. As they ascended the music faded away. Mulder could actually hear Scully sigh.

Before Mulder could warn her, Scully opened the first door she came to. The things going on inside were . . . extremely graphic, and Scully closed the door quickly, making the frame rattle.

"What, the hell, was that?"Scully turned back to Mulder, flustered.

"Teenage hormones. Just be glad they weren't on drugs at that moment, they could've been eating each other. And the real eating, with the teeth and the flesh." Mulder shut his mouth before he dug himself into a deeper grave.

Scully rolled her eyes. She gestured for Mulder to take the lead. Mulder shrugged and opened another door. The next one held an empty bedroom (Scully silently thanked God for that), the next had Scully muttering to herself; all Mulder caught was 'I didn't even know that was possible'. The second to last was a bathroom, empty.

"This is the last one." He said. He wasn't sure if he was talking to himself or to Scully, but it didn't seem to matter.

"Open it, I'm hoping for empty." Scully sounded tired, and just a little pissed off. Mulder sighed deeply and opened the door.

"That's five bucks! I told you they'd come!" Shay smiled smugly at someone. This someone was too dark to see, they had hidden themselves in shadow.

"So they did, perhaps they'll be able to find my 'hunter'. I'm tired of being prey." The figure stepped out of the shadow and handed Shay a five dollar bill. "Shut the door Agents, you can lock it too, if you find it necessary. We need to talk." The figure was decidedly Violet. Her eyes were striking, the color of clouds before a violent storm.

She wore a black lace tank-top over a dark purple one. She took off her black trench coat (which practically reached the floor) and revealed black skinny jeans that weren't torn. Instead of gothic combat boots, she wore tiny black ballet flats.

Violet noticed the agents staring. "You'll see why I wear these in a moment. First, I need you to shut the door." Mulder went and shut the door, and on a whim, locked it.

"All right, we're all ears." Scully said, and crossed her arms.

"Good, I'll begin."