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Hunter's Moon	By : purenightshade Category: S through Z > X-Files Views: 1547 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: All X-Files characters are copyright to their respective owners. Riley Hunter is my original character and should not be taken or used without my permission.

Rating: NC-17

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Author�s Notes: This crossover diverges from the Angel storyline in season two. Lindsey MacDonald never left Wolfram and Hart. His hand was returned to him and he and Lilah Morgan are still co-running the Special Projects Division. Fred has joined the team and has adjusted to life back on Earth. Kate Lockely, by necessity, is still on the police force. I�m not sure where in the X-Files to place it, but sometime in either season 4 or 5.

Summary: Mulder and Scully receive a call that there are bodies turning up in Los Angeles, bodies of unidentifiable creatures, all killed by the same unknown person with the same weapon. Unknown to Mulder and Scully, the Syndicate sends Krycek to find out what he can about the mysterious creatures and their killer.
File 10: Captive
Wayside Motel

7:34 pm
Krycek woke with a start, sitting straight up. He looked around, trying to get his bearings. He couldn�t remember getting back to his room. Frowning, he looked down at himself. He wasn�t wearing any clothes. That wasn�t unusual, as he slept like that frequently. What was odd was the ring around his left arm.

Left arm.

He lifted the arm up to his face to get a better look at it. He smiled as he flexed the fingers, reveling in the sensation of being completely whole again. He ran the fingers of his right hand over the skin of his left arm. Krycek began to laugh. He never thought he would have his arm back, but here it was.

He got up and headed for the shower after taking a quick look at the clock. He�d been asleep for most of the day. There were things he had to do, things that couldn�t wait any longer. He�d made a promise to Wolfram and Hart to track down this Hunter.

Little do they know that I was sent here to do just that. I don�t intend to hand him over to them, though. I have other plans for this asshole.

Showered now, he got dressed. It was odd, suddenly being able to use two hands to dress. He�d gotten used to only having the one. For the time being, he decided to keep his new hand a secret. It was always a good thing to have an ace up your sleeve. Literally.

Krycek left his room and got into his car, heading to the site where he�d first me the Hunter.
Alleyway

7:50 pm
He parked his car a short ways down the road, got out, and walked to the alley. Krycek looked around. As it was November, there was very little light to see by. He pulled a flashlight out of his jacket pocket and used it to look around. There was a dark smear on one wall with a large black stain on the ground. The body had been removed, thought that didn�t come as much of a surprise. He allowed himself a small smile as he wondered, briefly, what Scully was making of those things.

Near the entrance to the alley, he found a dark red stain near the wall. It looked like dried blood. Though he didn�t recall the Hunter bring hurt, it was possible that the blood was his. He wished there was enough there to take for analysis, but there wasn�t. The only thing to do was to find the hunter and get a sample of his blood. Where to start looking?

As he ran the beam from the flashlight over the upper part of the back wall of the alley, a movement caught his eye. Without thinking, he raced out and into the building to the left. Finding a stairwell just inside, he ran up the stairs. When he burst out, there was a figure in a long black trench coat standing there. The figure was facing him, but the upper half was cloaked in shadows.

�Word on the streets is that you�ve been looking for me.�

�That�s right. I have orders to take you into custody.�

The figure gave a short, cold laugh. �Custody? Where would you take me? What would you do with me? You don�t stand a chance of even catching me, let alone keeping me for any length of time.�

�Look, I have my orders. You can either come quietly, or we can do this the hard way.�

�I�ll pass, thanks.�

Krycek pulled out his gun and aimed. �The hard way it is, then.�

�Point that thing somewhere else.�

�I don�t think so. I remember how you took out that creature. I�m not putting this away until I have you in custody.�

�That�ll never happen.�

�So I guess we stand here until one of us drops.�

�I don�t know about you, but I have better things to do with my time than stand here.�

�I�ve told you what the solution is.�

�You didn�t answer my questions.�

�Do you really want to know?�

�I wouldn�t have asked otherwise.�

Krycek lowered the end of his gun slightly. �You�re a strange one, aren�t you?�

�It comes with the territory.�

�I don�t know the answer to your second question and I can�t answer your first one without putting the people I work for at risk.�

�But you do know the answer.�

�It would be strange if I were sent after you with no idea as to where to take you, now wouldn�t is?�

�Fair enough, I suppose. You were sent after me. I doubt very much that you have any real idea as to who I am, what I�m capable of, or even the kinds of things you�re messing with by keeping me here.�

�No, and I don�t really care. It�s my job, you see.�

�Hmm. At first I only thought you were arrogant. Now I see that I was wrong. I should be adding pig headed and stupid to the list. You see, I can�t leave here. This is my home and my job.�

�Regardless of how this turns out, one of us fails to do our job. There�s no way around that.�

The figure took a step forward. �Are you aware that there�s a vampire behind you?�

Krycek rolled his eyes. �Do you really expect me to fall for that old trick?�

�Don�t say I didn�t warn you,� he said as arms grabbed Krycek from behind and sharp fangs sunk into his neck, causing him to yelp in pain and surprise. He broke free of the vampire�s hold and backed away, holding his neck. Blood oozed out beneath his hand.

The vampire, a young man, licked his teeth. �It�s not you I�m after anyways,� he said casually, turning his gaze on the shadowy figure. �I�m here for you, Hunter.�

�And you�ll have about as much luck as every other demon in L.A,� came the bored reply.

He lunged forward, both hands balled into fists. The Hunter sidestepped and plunged a wooden stake through his back, piercing his heart. The vampire was dust before he hit the ground.

�That was amazing,� Krycek said admiringly.

�Not really. That was a young one and stupid at that.�

�I was given to understand that only the Slayers were that good.�

�The Slayers are different from us. They�re chosen out of a lot of young girls. My skills are hereditary. Not that any of this is your business.�

He once again aimed his gun at the hunter. �Anything dealing with you is my business.�

�Just stop and listen to yourself. If you think for one moment this egotistical banter of yours is going to convince me to come along with you, you�re out of your mind.�

�I�m not really giving you a choice, here.�

The hunter drew his weapon, the long blade flashing in the dim light. �I�ve never sued this on another person before, but you�re leaving me with little choice.�

�Chances are I can shoot you before you can move.�

�I�ve been hit by worse things than bullets. One won�t stop me for long.�

�If I hit you in the right spot, it will.�

He rolled his eyes. �Oh please. I�ve been clawed, darted, poisoned, shot at, as well as many other things that would take to long to go into right now. Being shot again doesn�t really frighten me.�

�I didn�t think it would. You don�t strike me as the kind of person that scares easily. Not in your line of work.�

The blade lowered slightly. �Are we going to do this or are you to make me stand here all night and bore me?� He shook his head. �Never mind. I�m leaving now.�

�You�re going nowhere, Hunter,� a deep voice growled from the side. They both turned to see what seemed to be a human man with rows of spikes on his head and face, a big nose and eyebrow ridges. He was wearing a pair of tight pants and was bare-chested. �I�ve come for you.�

�Right. And you are?�

�Neriff. Remember that name. It will be the last one you ever know.�

�You�re a Kailiff demon, and not a bright one at that,� the hunter observed.

�Insolent female!� Neriff roared. �Your skin will decorate my wall.�

�And your head spike will make great knives.�

Krycek looked back and forth between the two. Female? �Look, pal, I think you have the wrong person.�

�You are the Hunter, are you not?� Neriff asked.

�That I am.�

He turned to Krycek. �I�m not seeing the confusion here.�

�The Hunter is a man.�

There was a pause before the hunter laughed. �Oh, that�s one I haven�t heard before. Really, now Krycek, I thought you knew.�

�Enough talk. You die now.� Pulling a pair of long knives out of sheaths concealed behind his back, Neriff launched himself at the Hunter with a loud battle cry.

The long blade came up and blocked the attacks. The hunter brought her foot up and planted it in Neriff�s stomach. Krycek watched the fight, his mind reeling with the new information. The Hunter was a woman? How was that possible? Everything he�d found pointed the other way. Had that been done deliberately? He gritted his teeth. When this was all over, he decided he�d pull her aside and get the truth out of her however he could. That was assuming, of course, that she survived this.

The demon had her backed into a corner. There was blood all over her, some of it was the demons, but most of it was dark red. Her blood. Neriff held one of his knives up to her as he sneered.

�Mighty Hunter indeed. We have feared you for so long. I see now that our fears were misplaced. Your reign of terror is at an end, bitch!�

Krycek aimed his gun at the demon�s head and fired. Slime spattered over the hunter as Neriff�s lifeless body collapsed to the ground. �I think not.�

She looked from the body to Krycek. �What the hell did you do that for?�

�I saved your life.�

She snorted. �I wasn�t in any danger. It�s a common technique I use.�

�From where I�m standing, it didn�t look that way. I was only trying to help.�

�And failing miserably while you were at it,� she told him. �Because you killed him, I couldn�t get anything out of him. Now I have to try again. Thanks for nothing, Krycek.�

That got him. �How do you know who I am?�

�Lucky guess,� she said, turning and walking away.

�Oh, no you don�t. You aren�t getting away that easily.� He raced after her, grabbing her arm.

She spun and faced him. �Let go of me,� she hissed.

�Not until I learn the truth about you.� Going out on a limb, he pulled her in close and kissed her. It was faint, but there was a scent of vanilla beneath the gore, the soft lips feeling oddly familiar. In his arms, the woman stiffened, resisting. The longer he held on to her, the more she relaxed into him, almost seeming to return the kiss.

Before he could really enjoy it, she broke away, slapping him across the face so hard it made his vision blur. When it cleared again, he looked up at her. He�d managed to pull her a little more into the light, making her face a little more visible. He still couldn�t make out most of her features, but he could see that her hair was a light color and shoulder length at the shortest. She had a fairly generic face shape.

�What the hell do you think you�re doing?� she hissed angrily.

�I thought that was blatantly obvious,� he said, rubbing his cheek. �I like strong women. Besides, that was the easiest way to get at you.�

�What are you rambling about now?� She sounded annoyed.

�As it turns out, it�s a good thing you�re a woman. This would have been harder if you were, in fact, a man as I�d been led to believe.�

She dropped to one knee, clutching her head. �I feel dizzy.�

�That would be the drug I made you swallow,� Krycek told her, finding it very hard to keep the smugness from his voice. �The original plan had been to catch you first and then knock you out with it, but as it turns out, this was the better plan.�

�You rat bastard,� she said weakly, collapsing to the ground, unconscious. Her sword clattered as it fell from her limp hand.

Krycek put his gun away and bent to pick up the long blade, turning it over in his hands. It was quite heavy, but perfectly balanced. The blade itself was black with a black and silver pommel. He�d have to have a look at it in better light, but he was certain that there was some decoration on it as well.

He pushed her long leather trench coat back to find the sword�s sheath. After putting the sword in it, he picked the hunter up and carried her over to a ledge to sit her down. Carefully, he hoisted her up onto his back piggy back style to make himself look less suspicious. It was late and there were a few bars around, so if anyone asked, he could just say that she had a lot to drink and he was taking her home. Lying was, after all, something that Krycek was very good at.

Fortunately, he made it to his car without interruption. He�d gotten a few odd looks, but nothing more. He put her into the back seat, buckled her in, and headed back to his motel room. His curiosity regarding her identity was eating him alive, but he told himself to be patient. He needed her to be awake in order to tell him as the chances of him recognizing her were so slim as to be laughable. It would also be helpful is she was tied to something so that she couldn�t attack him while being questioned.

Wayside Motel

8:34 pm
Back at the motel, Krycek got out of the car and unlocked the door to his room. He wanted to make sure that everything was ready to tie her up before he brought her in. He looped a pair of handcuffs through the bars at the top part of the bed and set aside a length of rope to tie her ankles with. Figuring that it would be enough for the time being, he went back out and brought her in, gently setting her down on the mattress. Feeling around her waist for the buckle to the belt holding her sword, he unfastened it and set the sword against the wall. He peeled her long black leather trench coat off, revealing a sleeveless black lace up shirt. In the dim light, he put her in the cuffs as securely as he could. The Syndicate would just have to cope with her having bruised wrists. He wasn�t taking any chances.

Confident that she wouldn�t wake up if he turned the main lights on, he got up and flipped the switch so that he had enough light to tie the rope around her ankles. He grabbed the rope and sat down at her feet. She was wearing a pair of lace up black boots with a fair sized thick heel. He removed them to make it easier to tie her up. He tied the rope over her long, loose pants to avoid causing her any more discomfort. Her hands he could afford to hurt, but there was no sense in making her loose circulation in her feet.

When he finished tying the last knot, he gave in to his curiosity and moved back up to her head to look at her. Her shoulder length blond hair had fallen over most of her face when he brought her in. He brushed it aside, noting the silky feel to it and her skin. The sight of her profile made his heart skip a beat. To be sure, he turned her head to get a full on look at her.

�Riley,� he whispered hoarsely, stroking her cheek. �Why did it have to be you?�

He got up and poured himself a drink, slamming it back before taking a chair and sitting down a little ways away from her. He watched her for a long time, pondering his options.

Well, Alex, this certainly puts you in a bit of a pickle, doesn�t it? On the one hand, I want to beat the shit out of the Hunter for humiliating me when we first met. On the other hand, this is Riley, not a man like I�d thought. Admittedly, I do want to get even with her for shunning me just because I was missing an arm. I have her within reach. She isn�t going anywhere, and yet I don�t know where to go from here. It seems that all of my goals for the immediate future are one and the same. Riley. Well, this certainly explains why you�re as strong as you are.

I wonder if you know that what I told you before was mostly a lie. I do care about the physical. How could anyone not care about that when looking at someone with a body like yours? I�m amazed that you believed it. For a while there, I almost believed it myself. That is, until I found Lilah here. I didn�t realize how lonely I�ve been until after I woke up afterwards, alone once again. Am I doomed to a life of one night stands?

I wasn�t lying about wanting to get to know you, though. You fascinate me. From the fist time I saw you, I�ve wondered who you are. By accident, I�ve learned more about you than I think you would have ever old me, or anyone else for that matter.

He sat up, a thought occurring to him. Wait a minute. That girl from Angel Investigations, the one that called you Riles. She seemed to know something about you, but wasn�t telling. Does she know your secret, I wonder?

Over on the bed, Riley was starting to move like she was waking up. Krycek watched, fascinated, as her eyes opened and blinked to clear her vision. She tried to move her hands, but the handcuffs prevented her. Experimentally, she wiggled her feet. Cursing under her breath, she managed to wriggle herself into a slanted, upright position with her legs tucked under her. She looked around at her surroundings, her eyes eventually landing on Krycek.

�You,� was all she said, but the way her body tensed up and her eyes narrowed mixed with the coldness in her voice told him how she felt. She pulled against the handcuffs.
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