Mulder squinted in the sunlight, shielding his eyes with his hand. Was it really that bright out of was he suffering from a hangover? Hell, it'd been so long since his last hangover that he really couldn't remember. It didn't seem like it should be as bright as it was, with the dark clouds slowly making their way across the sky, thunder a warning of rain.
He turned back to the wood. Hidden in the trees were the bodies of Edgar Peabody, age 42, and his wife, Madeline, age 39. They had been found earlier that morning by a couple of boys, who had immediately run home to tell their mother what they had found.
The manner by which they were killed was identical of the murder Mulder and Scully had been called to solve in the first place. The police hadn't been very sure, so they had come to get the agents.
Mulder looked up at Scully approached him, pulling off her gloves. She sighed. "Human bite marks and needle punctures on the exterior jugular and median cubital veins, along with multiple stab wounds to the spine and liver. Cause of death right now is determined to be loss of blood." Scully shook her head.
"Identical to our Mr. Williams," Mulder commented, staring thoughtfully into the trees.
"Looks like we have a serial killer here, Mulder. No one had enough information to commit a copy-cat murder."
Mulder nodded as a shaky Deputy Harris stepped up to them. "You'll have to excuse me. We've...we've never had anything like this happen before. You need to understand, this is a small town. The worst kind of things we get are kids stealing candy from the drugstore. This is really gonna mess the town up."
"I understand that, sir. We'll find however did this," Scully reassured him.
Harris nodded before walking off to join his equally shocked deputies. Mulder shook his head. "He's right. They're way out of their league." He looked around again. "I'm going to look around in the forest, see if the killers left any prints or anything."
Scully nodded. "I'm going to get them to bring the bodies back to the coroner's office. I'm pretty sure what I'm going to find, but I want to make sure there's nothing else."
Moments later, Mulder found himself staring down at the bodies of Edgar and Madeline Peabody. There were horrendous knife wounds all about their body, but there was a surprisingly small amount of blood on the forest floor. He frowned. Definitely vampires, he thought to himself. He began walking away from the bodies, heading towards the nearest road, staring intently at the ground in search of a clue.
He knelt down. There, in the moss, was a foot print. It wasn't very clear, but he knew that none of the police had been this far from the bodies yet. And it was too big to be one of the boys' who had found the bodies. He ran his finger over it lightly. Whoever had made it wore about the same size shoe as he, but slightly smaller.
Mulder frowned and continued in the direction the footstep was heading until he reached the road. Then he stopped and began to think. He glanced in the direction of the bodies once, noticing that he could still see them from this distance. He shook his head and continued to put the pieces together.
An SUV suddenly flew around the corner, tired squealing as it did. Mulder looked up and leapt out of the way, but the SUV turned toward him again. It slowed and stopped right in front or him, and he found himself staring into the barrel of a gun.
"Get in," an old familiar voice told him, and he saw the familiar features of a face that only haunted his dreams. "Get in!" Kristin repeated, waving the gun threateningly.