160CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE (CHILDREN OF THE NIGHT...SHUT UP!)
He lay the book out carefully unto the antique table top, handling the narrative carefully. The pages were very old, after all.
Tonight, he needed a reminder of lost times..past times.
He would sit by the fire on this late October night and relive wonderful moments in his life.
It was not often he allowed himself such an indulgence. It was a human thing, and human things disturbed him. He disdained things 'human' as a rule. Humans were weak, stupid creatures and while some were necessary for his survival, most had proven to be entirely unnecessary otherwise.
His hand smoothed the supple leather of the cover gently, his fingers moving over the raised crest of his ancestral line. Within the pages of this journal, his exploits were chronicled
He had kept careful records, a precise account of a remarkable existence, if he did say so himself.
Tonight, he would not hunt. He would fast and..take time for himself. To renew his soul, metaphorically speaking, of course. He did not truly believe he possessed one any longer.
He knew where she was. He knew she was coming home..her home. To this place. Washington D.C...this nation's capitol.
He enjoyed the United States as a whole. Especially at such a time of political correctness. A people filled with apathy, seeking only to indulge themselves. A society concerned with material wealth and personal riches. It was a perfect spot for his kind.
And his kind was growing in number with each passing day. He was an Elder of this secret society. Revered and even worshiped to an extent.
As it should be.
For centuries, he had waited for such a time. His patience had paid off..finally. It would be so simple a thing to defeat such a race of beings. But, that was in the near future. More had to join the ranks before that eventuality.
Nothing barred the way. Humans did not even believe in his kind. And what a human did not believe could possibly exist, was tossed aside..forgotten..passed over.
It was how he liked it.
She had taken another lover. This one lacked the morals and scruples of the other. This one was more dangerous. But the being thrived on such emotions. It stirred his blood and made life bearable after so long a time of..complacency.
He opened the leaflet of the book, settling his mind for the exquisite journey upon which he was about to embark.
This would make thirteen. A significant number in his world. He had taken thirteen mates. Each had been unique and exciting..at first. He had chosen well, but invariably..they would eventually lose that charm. And he would be forced to move on without them.
He still retained excellent relationships with most. One or two had allowed jealousy to taint the unions. How sad a thing.
He was not an overly possessive Master. He allowed and even encouraged his lovers to take others to their bed. That aspect too, stirred his blood in another, more basic form of release.
He would even allow Haley to keep this Neanderthal she now fancied, if it so pleased her. Perhaps he should have mentioned that fact to the human male before the cretin shot him.
Oh well..live and learn.
He might even turn the bastard. Such an ally would make a phenomenal addition to his personal family line.
He would think about that later. For tonight?
He sat back, bringing the journal close.
Tonight...was a night for..absolution in it's purest form.
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"What's that?" The pretty redhead asked her partner for the simple fact..he seemed determined she should. He had waved the file folder at her upon her entrance into the small basement office in which they both resided.
It was cramped but she preferred to be down here with the man to her desk upstairs with all the other cubicles.
Actually, she sometimes worked from both. When he got too much for her. When things just got ..out of hand. She needed a break from the claustrophobic boundaries of her mind.
"Reports coming out of Vegas." The young man seemed particularly psyched tonight, which was never a good sign. "Frohicky steered them our way." He wagged his brows suggestively, tossing the file over to her for perusal.
She picked it up, glancing through absently. "Ohh goody." Her tone conveyed her lack of enthusiasm. "Which can only mean..this is fact-based, scientifically sound information!"
"Always the skeptic, I see." The man's grin grew wider. "Come on, Scully..what more could a girl ask? Vegas, show girls, dead bodies that walk out of morgues undetected and the ever popular but often poo-pooed belief..that Vampires walk among us. It don't get no better than that, woman!"
"In your world, maybe, Mulder." The woman cut him a classic 'look'. "News flash..vampires do not exist and if dead bodies are walking out of morgues now, not sure I want to be around to catch the 'film at eleven'."
"Where's your sense of adventure?"
"It left on the Midnight Train To Georgia..which is where we just returned from. I'm tired, Mulder..and beat and...Vampired out." Scully practically whined. "Why don't you track down one of those goat sucking things and let me sit this one out, hum? You owe me."
"So, I got the tickets and we're booked on a flight out tomorrow at ten..plenty of time to recoup." Mulder waved the tickets in her face. "Not to mention, partners shouldn't keep track of every little by-your-leave thing that comes or goes around. Not cool, Scully...waaaaay not cool."
"I hate you, Mulder." She allowed the man to guide her out of the office, his hands on her shoulders as they trudged up the stairs on the way to the upper floors of the FBI building.
"There is a thin line, Scully, as well you know." She was informed. "Between love and hate."
"Trust me on this one." She looked back over her shoulder at the man. "I hate you in these chipper moods too..it always means I'm going to end up doing some kind of autopsy in the middle of the night in some boon dock part of town while you get to use the coin machine on the bed in the motel."
"I love those things."
The door swished closed on the first floor stairwell.
It was a good night in 'Mulderland'...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I HAVE WRITTEN ONE LAST CHAPTER BUT IT IS ONLY A BRASS/WEENA EH..COMING HOME, GETTING RE-AQUAINTED CHAPTER AND REALLY HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE ACTUAL STORYLINE..IT WAS JUST A FUN WRITE FOR ME. IF ANYONE WISHES IT, I WILL SEND IT OVER. JUST SAYING.
THANKS TO ALL WHO READ AND ESPECIALLY REVIEWED SO FAITHFULLY...I HOPE YOU HAD AS GOOD A TIME AS I DID PRESENTING THE STORY TO YOU GUYS. THIS HAS BEEN A BLAST...THANKS FOR PUTTING UP WITH MY DOTS TOO! YOU ARE APPRECIATED MORE THAN YOU KNOW!