Scully stood outside the next morning, watching as dark grey clouds made their way across the sky. She'd left Mulder the previous night to sleep off whatever he'd had to drink, and to let him think. His little revelation surprised her. She'd had no idea that this case was so close to Mulder's personal life. Skinner couldn't know either, or he'd never have assigned it to them. He'd have just dumped it on Scully alone.
She turned when she heard the door to Mulder's room open. Mulder stepped out and smiled almost sheepishly at her as he closed the door behind him.
"You look better," she commented as she opened the passenger's side door.
He shook his head, smiling. "I feel better."
"You were a mess last night."
"Hey, I didn't have that much to drink."
"How do I know that?"
He smiled. "You've never seen me drunk. Trust me."
Scully smiled back at him. "Get in the car, Mulder. I'm driving."
Mulder looked as if he were pouting. "But I wanted to."
"Get in, now."
Mulder held up his hands in mock surrender and stepped into the car. He was buckling his seat belt when Scully got in as well. She started the car quickly, then began to dig through papers in the back seat. Mulder watched her curiously, and was then handed a thin folder. He opened it as Scully pulled out of the motel parking lot.
He flipped through the pages of photos and notes made by Scully. "Paperwork was never my strongpoint, Scully. Tell me what all of this means."
"Cause of death was loss of blood, likely caused by the multiple stab wounds I found on the victim's body. Those two little 'bite' marks you saw seem to be needle punctures." She looked over at Mulder. "There are no vampires."
Mulder shook his head. "There are. I know there is."
"Mulder, you have no way of knowing. Vampires are a just a myth, spun by the ignorance of early people."
Mulder smiled. "I've heard that before, last time I investigated these vampires."
"Well, facts don't change."
He shook his head. "But the facts can be misleading, or even misread. I've dealt with this before, Scully. I know these people. I know how they act. They're supposed to be dead..."
"I thought vampires didn't die."
"Not unless killed by one of their own."
"Well, why was the case closed in 94?"
He looked out of the window at the passing scenery. "Well, all they found were the ashes of four bodies. I assumed, somehow, that they had been killed. Guess I was wrong."