Title - Just Dessert
Author - Spookysister7
Email address - - - PG
Category - X, ST, MT
Spoilers - Bad Blood
Keywords - MT, ST, angst
Summary - A rash of blood bank thefts put Moose and Squirrel in a bad situation.
Feedback - Please, oh please, oh please!!! I'm young, I'm stupid, I need help! Thanx! Post anywhere! Just keep my name and let me know.
Disclaimer -
Mulder and Scully are not mine
They aren't making me a dime
They belong to my man, Chris
And Fox, the company of bliss
Skinner does not belong to me
But if he did, I'd be filled with glee
Krycek and Flukie, don't forget Eve
Alright, I'm done, and now I'll leave
But just remember, morning glory
They're not mine, now read the story
Disclaimer poem by: Kelly Paleczny
Author's note - I got the idea (and a couple of lines) from "Timeout from the Aliens" by Gerry Hill - Sorry Ger! Brandon and Smithe are MINE! P.S. I named the vamp after a guy I liked in 5th grade. He went to Valley Oaks Elem. and moved to Dallas or California. (Good memory, huh?) So, Brandon, if you're out there reading this, E-ME! ;)
Just Dessert
"I've come to suck your blood!" The man cried, his voice curiously accented. Scully's lip twitched up involuntarily as he grabbed the tail of his jacket and wrapped it cape-like around his body.
"Wah ha ha ha ha!" The man cackled in true B-movie fashion, stalking towards an only slightly bemused Scully.
"Okay, Mulder, I get it. What cow got sucked dry for this one?" She asked wryly, arms folded across her chest as she perched on the edge of the table. Mulder dropped his arm and peeled the false teeth from his gums before answering.
"The blood bank of the Memorial Hospital, actually." He said, pulling out a file from the cabinet.
"A blood bank. And we're investigating this, why?"
"Actually, this is the third blood bank that's been robbed. They all had security cameras and..."
"Let me guess, they show a man in a long black cape with pointed teeth."
"No."
"No? Who was it then?"
"The cameras all show the bags of blood floating out the door, seemingly of their own free will."
"Floating? Were the tapes tampered with? Mulder, there has to be a rational explanation."
"That's why I thought at first that it was a poltergeist or ghost or something, but then, why would a ghost need blood?"
"A reasonable question." Scully said dryly.
"And then I thought, vampire. I mean, they don't show up in mirrors, so maybe they don't show up in film, either. There was that one case of the man who didn't show up in the photos..." Scully cut him off before he could expound on his invisible vampire theory.
"Mulder, I'm not chasing after another vampire. Do you even remember Chaney?!"
"Come on, Scully, it's almost Halloween! Where's your sense of adventure? Besides, I've already got a 303..." He trailed off, an excited look on his face. Scully sighed.
"Mulder..." His lower lip pouted unmercifully. "Okay." She said, resigned to her fate.
"Great! Let's see, we'll need garlic, stakes..."
"What is this, a cookout?"
"...Holy Water..."
"Mulder! Holy Water?!"
"But, Scully, it's a well known fact that Holy Water..." Mulder's voice faded as the office door swung shut behind them.