THE CURSE OF DARK SHADOWS Round 3, Part Two

Heart pounding, Mulder instinctively covered his head as the glass imploded into a million sparkling fragments...

Mulder felt, rather then heard the loud rumble as more of the Conservatory cealing caved in. He had a split moment to worry what would happen to Alex if he died here when he felt the large metal beam crash into him, pinning him to the floor and throwing him into darkness.

A little ways off, Christoff sniffed the air, his whole body aroused as he smelled the fresh scent of blood. The desire to feed was overwhelming and in fact overtook him as he moved through the ruins to the uncounsious body laid out to him like a banquite.

He picked up the limp hand and licked the blood oozing from the cuts like he was laping at the finest wine. His arousal grew and he turned the hand over to plunge into the agent's flesh and feed.

So lost was Christoff into the blood lust that he didn't notice Mulder's eyes opening a crack or the groans as the agent regained consiousness.

Mulder opened his eyes to the delisious sensations running down his arm and straight into his cock. He couldn't help but get hard even though he hurt terribly all over. It felt like the some one was licking and biting his arm and it didn't hurt or anything, in fact if felt too much like Alex was giving him a blow job.

To his horror, it wasn't Alex sucking at his arm, it was someone or maybe something else. He wasn't entirely sure what was going on, his head felt very musty and full of cotton but he was sure *this* wasn't right. Mulder pulled feebily to get his arm back.

Upon feeling his victium struggle, Christoff came back to himself and chuckled in delight. "I really have to hand it to you, old witch, that was very cleaver, luring him into my hiding place and offering him up to me. You thought that I would kill this one, finish the job you started with the roof, leaving the other free and unattached for your manipulations. No, it will not end like this." His smile was ferile as he easily lifted the beam pinning the agent to the ground, thus freeing him. Mulder had slipped back into uncounsiousness, enabiling Christoff to easily pick the man up and carry him out of the Conservatory.

Outside, the mare grazed but bucked when Christoff emerged from the building. The animal skittered away, not trusting the man but a few curt words and deeply penatrating eyes, Christoff soon had control over the spitfire horse. Carefully, he arranged Mulder in the saddle, positioning him so it would be hard for him to fall off.

Christoff next grabbed the reigns, pulling the horse's head to look directly into his eyes. "You will take this man carefully back to the stables. You will not let him fall off, if he does so, you will guide another to where he rests." He stroked along the horses head and pointed the mare in the direction in which she was to go.

The mare followed orders, going gently over the path, not letting her burden fall.

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