Don't Try and Scully Me, Scully: Part 3
by Anja K
Disclaimer-I don't own the characters, or settings, but the plot line is mine!

Feedback is greatly appreciated (my e-mail is kmladen@cyberus.ca). > means flashback * * means thought.



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Part Three

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"Of course not! Vampires don't exist!"-Scully said, but from the look in her eyes I could see she wasn't so sure. I wasn't sure what to say either, and I couldn't use the fever thing again. Wait, or maybe I could? I took a bold step.

"Of course vampires don't exist! That was a trick of light! Maybe you caught something from Xander? He's really sick. Delusional, actually! That must me why you thought you saw that vamp! Cause vampires don't exist!"- I babbled like an idiot. Xander was the king of rambling on and on. One day I might have to ask him for some pointers, I thought. But not now. Now, panicking was nice.

"That's funny, I could swear you used to date one."-I heard a voice behind me, and my blood immediately ran cold. Angel. Angelus. What was it with these people that made unwelcome idiots come and ruin everything just when I was in the middle of a really good excuse? Without turning around, I answered in a cold voice:

"Angel, unless you want to fit in an ashtray, I suggest you get lost, now!" Of course he didn't listen to me.

"You can't kill me, slayer. I think you already know that."- he said, eyeing me. I wasn't sure I could kill him. Then he grabbed my shoulder and turned me around. That pissed me of.

"Let's not get cocky, Angelus." I said as I punched him. He punched me back. I really think the emotional hurt was far worse then the physical. That guy that had said I love you to me, that guy that I loved, now we were going to kill each other? I tried to block any thought out, and concentrate on the physical aspect of the fight. But before I had a chance to, I heard a distinctly female voice with a British accent. It sounded alien, strange, but familiar. I wasn't sure where I'd heard it before. I spun around, and saw a female vampire, dressed in an old fashioned dress, and with a far away look in her eyes. She was still in her human form.

"You bad, bad girl! Don't hurt my Angel. My sweet, sweet Angel."- and she attacked. She tried to punch me, but I ducked, and kicked her.

"You know, I really hate chick fights!"- I said. In the background, I could hear gunshots, the sounds of fighting, and repeated shouts of

"FBI! Put your hands on your head now!". Then, suddenly, Drushilla ran away, and I was left standing in the graveyard with a very confused Scully.

"Where's Moulder?"- I shouted, dreading the worst.

"One of those things got him. What were they on?"- she asked.

"Blood."

"Excuse me?"- she asked.

"It's a long story. Come."


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