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Mulder and the Green-Eyed Monster

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Prologue – Cabin Fever

The shadowy figure’s eyes glowed a fiery green in the dark of the forest. It was bitterly cold even for early March, but the weather never affected the undead. The others were getting restless and, once again, they needed reassurance. “Yes, I know the FBI is coming. I called them.”

“Why would you do a thing like that?” A smaller woman hissed as quietly as she could. “They could find us out!”

“It won’t matter if they do, I can handle a few agents. Anyway, they would have been called in eventually and at this stage it is easier to control the situation. Besides, I need something that the FBI has.”

“What’s that?”

“A redhead named Dana Scully.”

 

Act I – The Chinook

 

Alaska-Canada Highway, Alaska U.S.
Thursday 4pm

 

“Well, Scully, it looks like we are stranded. Not only did you manage to crash the rental car into a large snowbank and dent the axle, this road looks deserted.”

“We are on the Alcan, Mulder. This is the one of the main highways running through Alaska. Someone has to come along eventually and it’s against the law for a motorist not to stop and help. As for the accident, the roads looked perfectly fine. There was no way I could predict that I would hit that patch of black ice.”

“I’m not worried. We are marooned in the Bush, a literal frozen tundra and darkness is falling. No problems here.” Mulder kicked a white clod of solid ice.

“This is not the Bush. We are in a populated area between two major cities…” Mulder looked at her. “Okay, small towns and we are only a few miles from Calqueg. As long as the headlights hold out, someone will see us.” Scully suddenly gasped. “Look, Mulder! Northern Lights!”

Mulder watched near the horizon and saw the amazing display. The green-amber bands undulating across the sky were impressive. “Did you know that the Alaskan Natives once believed they were the dancing spirits of the dead?”

Scully tore her eyes away to stare at him. “I can see why ancient people would think it was some sort of magic. You do know that they are just solar particles blown in the earth’s magnetic field—right?”

He sighed. He loved Scully’s beautiful, scientific mind, but sometimes she can stomp the fun out of things. The FBI had sent them halfway around the world to the tiny town of Calqueg to investigate 6 missing people and 1 dead one. While 6 missing people is significant, especially in a town with only 300 to begin with, Mulder was more interested in the corpse. It was almost completely drained of blood with no visible wound (if the coroner’s report can be believed). Scully is going to find her logic tested with this case. He was hoping for a good old fashioned vampire tale.

She already had her theories on how the blood loss was possible and Mulder had to listen to them on the long drive from Fairbanks through the Alaskan wilderness. If she wasn’t so bent on arguing with him, she may have been paying more attention to the road and they wouldn’t be here. He knew that he should have been the one that drove and the fact that he almost always did was part of the argument. Luckily, an oncoming pair of headlights saved him from issuing an answer that would have just led to another fight. Scully was even more beautiful when she was mad, but that wasn’t a good enough reason to piss her off.

“That’s the first car we have seen in 20 minutes!” Mulder stepped into the middle of the road and waved his arms hoping that if the milk of human kindness failed to stop the car, that the possibility of killing him would gain them some assistance. It turned out he needn’t have worried, it was a cop.

Both agents watched as the officer slowed his vehicle, parked and exited with deliberation. Out of the corner of Mulder’s eye he could see Scully’s eyebrows raise as the bear of a man climbed out the large SUV that still seemed too small for him.

“Looks like you folks could use some help.” The agents nodded silently. “How badly is it damaged? Can you drive it?”

Mulder found his voice. “Even if we could get it out of the snowbank, I think we hit a rock or something. The axle looks dented.”

The officer removed a flashlight from his belt then crouched on the ground and examined the car. “Yup, that’s a bent axle all right.” He stood up and walked over to the pair. “Where are you headed?”

“Calqueg.” Scully offered. “Can you help us call a tow truck? Our cell phones don’t seem to work out here.”

The dark eyed man held her gaze. “No ma’am they don’t. Most folks have a satellite phone or do without. Hey, aren’t you Dr. Dana Scully from Quantico?” Mulder suddenly got a bad feeling about this whole thing. Scully exchanged glances with him.

“Yes, I am. Do I know you, officer?”

The large man smiled. Even in encroaching darkness his gleaming teeth shown a brilliant white. “No reason you should after all these years, but I was considering going into the FBI once upon a time and took a few of your forensic science classes. You know your stuff, little lady.”

“Uh…thank you, Officer…??”

“Sorry about that. I guess my manners are lacking. I’m Captain Vee Impala. I’m in charge of the ‘D’ Detachment Trooper post in Tok. My jurisdiction covers Calqueg though. I was just on my way back to my base. You two must be the FBI spooks that are coming up to search for those missing people.”

“Actually, Captain Impala, we aren’t spies so instead of being called spooks, you can just call us agents. My name is Agent Fox Mulder. You already seem to know my partner.” Mulder held out a hand and for a minute it didn’t look like Impala was going to take it. The man appeared to be taking his measure and Mulder found meeting the coal black eyes disturbed him.

Impala finally shook it with a nod. “Nice to meet ya. Everyone calls me Captain Vee or just Vee, off duty. Never did like my last name much. Felt the same way about my first name so I shortened it.” He looked around and up at the sky. It’ll be dark in another hour and Alaskan nights are pretty inky and full or wolves hunting for their evening meal. I don’t recommend outsiders to roam around without a guide. I guess I can spend one more night in Calqueg. Hop in. I’ll take you to town and we’ll send someone for your vehicle in the morning. Take all your stuff with you. Wolves aren’t the only things on the hunt out here.”

“Are you talking about thieves?” Scully was already grabbing her bags. When Vee didn’t reply right away, she turned around. He was watching her again.

“Uh…yeah. That, and…other things.”

Mulder’s bad feeling got worse. While he was secretly hoping for a little supernatural action, he was hoping more to spend some quality time with his favorite redhead. He fully expected to find that the 6 people took off for warmer climates (and who could blame them), the dead corpse would be explained by his brilliant partner and they would make it back to Fairbanks in time to catch the Dream Team basketball tournament playing in 3 days.

While Scully wasn’t a big fan of basketball, she liked a good game now and again and he had planned a big night to go with it. After the last case where he nearly lost her to another psychopath, Mulder did some thinking. They weren’t getting any younger and celibacy was a drag. Being a psychologist and her partner of 7 years, he was good a reading people and knew that despite her Ice Queen persona, Scully enjoyed the horizontal mambo too. In fact, he was sure she was an incredibly passionate woman and Mulder wanted that theory to be proven fact—and soon. All he had to do was convince her that taking that next step wouldn’t ruin their friendship, partnership or rip the fabric of reality to shreds and he was golden. Good Luck with that

Captain Vee helped with their bags and Scully got in front and buckled up. “Thank you, Captain for the ride. We haven’t seen any other cars besides yours and we have been here almost an hour!”

“That’s typical for this stretch. Most folks only go as far as they can in the daylight unless they’ve got pressing business. The people of Tok and Calqueg pretty much stay put. Glad I came along when I did. Wouldn’t want the prettiest forensic scientist I know freezing out here.” Vee smiled at her.

Scully tried not to smile, but that little uptick of her mouth gave it away. She found the brute charming. Hooray. “Captain…”

“Call me Vee.”

That Scully smile was back. Mulder resisted the urge to pop the cop in the back of his head. However, he was sure that the man would leave him by the side of the road if he did that. No question about it.

She started again. “Vee, how did someone thinking of being an FBI agent come to Alaska? If I’m not mistaken, you have a tinge of a Texas accent too.”

The man ran a hand through his thick, wavy dark hair. “I guess that is why you are in the FBI—you’re smart. Yes, I grew up in Texas and I know the climates are vastly different. I went on a backpacking trip outside of Fairbanks with some buddies years ago and fell for the place. It’s only times like this that I have any regrets. With those people gone missing and Cynthia’s death, it puts a lot of pressure on law enforcement. Most of the time we just break up bar fights, catch a few thieves, vandals and then call it good. With all the other strange things going on, it hasn’t been fun to be in my shoes lately.”

“What ‘other things’ are that, Captain?” Mulder was curious. He also noticed he didn’t get a personal invitation to call him ‘Vee’.

“Odd things, Agent Mulder. It’s been going on for almost a year and started right before those people began disappearing.”

“Can you give me an example?”

“Well, like Abigail’s cows. She had some slaughtered in the night and then strung up and their blood drained. Whoever it was, left the meat, just took the blood. People have found wild animals killed in the forest with a similar technique. Items have gone missing from town—odd things like mirrors, trinkets and clothing, and, of course, there are the people that went to bed one night and just seemed to vanish.”

“Do you suspect kidnapping is the motive?”

“There haven’t been any ransom notes or phone calls with demands. Funny thing is that they are all women—except for one.”

Mulder had read the case notes. The one missing male was Noah Gardner. He too was a transplant to Alaska and had worked on Abigail Johnson’s farm where the cows were killed.

Scully broke her silence. “What are your theories, Vee?”

“I don’t want a lovely lady like you thinking that I’m a crackpot, Agent Scully, but I know what many of the locals think and there might be something to that.”

“What is it?”

“Vampires.” Vee turned to look at Scully briefly. “I know that sounds crazy, but it all fits. The drained blood, the missing mirrors—the missing people. Some think the master vampire is recruiting followers. If Cynthia hadn’t died, he would have 7 people. Isn’t there something special about that number?”

Mulder was smug he could show up lover boy. “Not really, Captain. There are many conflicting legends about vampires, but the number seven doesn’t enter significantly into any of them. In fact, although the concept of a blood drinking creature has been around since 4,000 B.C., most of the modern beliefs about vampires started in the 19th century from a work of fiction.”

The trooper didn’t say anything for a while. They could see some of the dim lights from town when suddenly the SUV fishtailed slightly. “Whoa, another mark of the chinook,” Vee said as he corrected.

“That is the same thing that happened to us,” Scully said. “But I didn’t recover as well. What is this Chinook?”

“It’s when a warm, moist wind blows through and takes the chill off winter. However, when roads and sidewalks re-freeze, like now, they can become slick and icy for weeks. It covers everything, roads, buildings, sidewalks, porches. Watch your step—in more ways than one.”

Mulder had the impression he was being warned more about the case than the icy walkways. He wanted to get this over with and move into better things—like a warm and willing Scully.