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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 12: The Hunter
Riley took a deep breath before starting. �As I mentioned on the roof, my skills are hereditary, passed down through an unbroken maternal line that is thousands of years old. There�s an old legend that, in the country we first came from, there was a large population of demons that preyed on the villages. The Slayer at the time had been called in a far country and couldn�t have come to their aid before they were all wiped out. To solve this problem, my Ancestor took up a sword and made it her life�s work to eradicate the demons. Such was her courage that her daughter was blessed with strength and speed to rival that of a Slayer, but with the gift came a curse. Each Hunter was thereafter only able to bear one child, a girl who would carry on the gift. Somewhere along the line, a dislike of men crept into the family. Men just don�t understand what it means to be the way we are and can�t deal with it. More recently, about five hundred years ago, my ancestors just stopped marrying the fathers of their daughters. It was considered too much of a hassle.�

�So you have no idea who your father is?�

�I have an idea, but he died when I was five, so it hardly matters, now does it? It�s bad enough that I have Uncle Linwood trying to get me to work for him. I really wish he�d stop. It goes against everything I believe in to work there. Anyways, that�s the story of my abilities. The sword I carry is the same one the First Hunter used. How it�s survived this long, I have no idea. No one�s been able to explain it. Mom told me once that it didn�t used to be black. It was stained with the blood of a demon in the time of Joy, a Hunter from fifteen hundred odd years ago. That in itself is another long story.

�Now, as for me, I haven�t always lived her in L.A. Mom took me all over the place. I was born here, though. When she died, I came back here to live with my Grandmother.� She swallowed a lump in her throat.

�Earlier, you asked me about my dislike of guns and what happened to my mom. We were in San Francisco while she was hunting down a nest of vampires. One of them figured that no matter how fast and strong we Hunters are, we aren�t bullet proof, so he called mom out to face him one on one. I watched from a balcony. Before she could even draw her sword, he shot her in the leg, then her right arm, her stomach, and then in the head at close range. I didn�t much care for guns before that, but from that day forward I loathed them more than anything. In later years, I discovered that my dislike of men pales in comparison to the hatred I have for guns. On the other hand, when I see a gun and a man together, that is the one thing I hate more. Guns are bad enough on their own, but in a man�s hands, it becomes worse. Forget bombs; guns are the real weapons of mass destruction.�

�If I had known you hated guns, I wouldn�t have brought it over here earlier.�

�Why don�t you go a step further and say you wouldn�t have aimed it at me on the roof earlier?�

�I�m not going to. I had no idea who you were. Really, at that point in time, I didn�t really care. My goal then was to incapacitate you and then learn your identity.�

�Well, at least you�re honest about that.�

�I won�t lie to you, Riley. I thought I made that clear in your apartment.�

She flinched. �You had to bring that night up again, didn�t you?�

�It�s something of a sore spot with me. I�m sure you can understand that seeing as it really was your fault.�

�If you had just told me about your arm in the first place, I wouldn�t have reacted so violently. I don�t like surprises. In high school, Fred threw me a surprise birthday party. It didn�t go very well. I freaked.�

�Fred, the girl that works at Angel Investigations?�

�That�s the one.�

�Does she know about you?�

�Yes,� she replied bluntly. �I saved her from a vampire in the tenth grade. I didn�t tell her at the time what it was, but she figured it all out later.�

�So you would have rather I�d told you about my arm, huh? Have you stopped to consider that I might be a little wary of mentioning that to people? Whenever I do, I immediately get that reaction. I explained this to you earlier. There�s a lot of negativity attached to this. I wanted you to know me and not my handicap. People might not think so, but I have feelings, too, you know.�

�I never said you didn�t,� she said softly. �Being different from everyone else, I know what it�s like to be discriminated against. When you�re faster and stronger than anyone else your age, the other kids pick on you because of it. If I�d known about that, I would have taken it better.�

�But not as well as you would have if I still had my arm.�

�Admittedly, no. I won�t lie and say that I wouldn�t treat you any differently than I would a regular person. However, I can�t do that. There are things a one armed person can�t do, things you can�t do with them, so by definition, I would have to treat you a little differently.�

�So you weren�t shunning me because of my arm. It was just because I wasn�t completely honest with you in not telling you before things went as far as they did.�

�Sort of. I hope you aren�t deluding yourself in thinking that things were going to go much farther than they had. I�m not in the habit of even kissing people I�ve only seen a couple times, so that in itself was unusual. I still can�t figure out why I let you get even that close. In light of other things that have happened since then, I�m a little worried.�

�Like what?�

�Not that it�s your concern, but my strength seems to be fading. Someone else tried to pull a similar stunt with me, only I�m quite sure he intended to carry it all the way through. I couldn�t push him away. He wasn�t much bigger than you. I can break people much bigger than the two of you put together in half on a normal day, but I couldn�t get rid of him. If Fred hadn�t called me, I don�t know how I would have handled it.�

Krycek�s blood turned to ice. �This guy, where did he pull this? Your place? A park?�

She blinked. �At work. Why?�

�What is it that you do again?�

�I�m an actor.�

�Are you doing any work at Production Stage 12?�

She looked really puzzled now. �That�s where I�m filming right now. Krycek, what�s going on?�

�It was Mulder, wasn�t it? You flinched when I mentioned his name earlier. Is that why?�

�It�s no business of yours who it was, but yes. It�s not so unusual that he tried that. I�ve attracted men since I was twelve. Disturbing, but true. Grandmother once told me that our looks our one of our best weapons. Most of the things we hunt have a hard time believing that anything that looks the way we do can�t possibly be dangerous. Being a woman is sometimes your best weapon.�

Krycek�s hands clenched into fists. �I�ll kill him for this.�

�He didn�t hurt me. Besides, this is not your fight. As the party involved, it�s up to me to take it out on him or ask someone to. I didn�t ask you for your help in this, so back down.�

�You�re not really in any position to tell me what to do,� he reminded her.

Riley sighed and shook her head. �Naturally, you�ll do whatever your y chromosome tells you to, but I ask that you use a little bit of common sense in this. What good will it do to go after Mulder for something he never got a chance to do. He didn�t hurt me as I said before. All he wanted originally was to question me about the bodies. Fool. He had no idea who he was talking to.�

�None of us did.� He took a deep breath. �I�m sorry for overreacting to that, but I can�t really help it.�

�It�s a possessive male thing. You don�t own me, so don�t do that again.�

�I can�t really help how I�m wired, Riley.�

�If that were true, then my family would have died out with the rest of the villagers because my ancestor was too busy acting on her natural genetic disposition to pick up a sword and fight.�

He paused, looking at her carefully. �I�m not really sure how to respond to that. My life is too tangled for me to change.�

�It�s never too late to change.�

�So by that statement, it�s possible for you get over your dislike of men, right?�

�If you want to look at it that way, I suppose so. I do have male friends, incidentally.�

�No boyfriend?�

�Would I have let you kiss me if I did?�

�I suppose not.�

�I don�t. Never have. I haven�t had the time or energy to start a relationship with anyone, never mind maintain it. What energy I have left after work goes into my real job, leaving me completely drained. It�s also the only way to stop the nightmares. If I�m too tired to move, it means I�m too tired to see any dream imagery. The only reason I had one tonight was that I didn�t actually exert myself with the vampire or the Kailiff demon. That was very light work for me.�

�What did you dream about?�

�The same thing I do almost every time. My mother being killed. Over and over, each way more gruesome than the last, worse than the way she really was killed. Each time, it�s a different demon. Recalling the images when I�m awake, I realize that each one is just me substituting the actual victim of the demon in question for my mother. Grandmother tells me that it�s a guilt thing.�

�What do you do if you can�t exhaust yourself enough to prevent the nightmares?�

�Depends on the night. I don�t really want to get into it, as that�s really private.�

�You�ve told me so much about yourself already; I don�t see how this is any different.�

�I don�t discuss my personal habits with others. This is along the lines of telling you how I like to sleep at night, or how much sugar I like in my tea. It�s just something that you don�t really need to know.�

Krycek leaned in closer to her. �I want to know everything about you,� he said, placing one hand over hers and stroking her cheek with the other.

�I�m only going to tell you this once, so listen carefully. Don�t touch me.�

�You didn�t have a problem before.�

�I wasn�t tied up then. I don�t like being restrained or trussed up like an animal.�

�So if I untied you, would you have a problem with it?�

�Under the given circumstances, yes. How can I even consider letting you after what you�ve done?�

He stood up and looked down at her. �You�re only in this predicament because of how you treated me before. Yes, I know we�ve talked about it and explained to each other why we did what we did, but all the talk in the world won�t change the things that have happened. Knowing why you did something doesn�t ease the hurt.�

Riley tried to sit up a little straighter. �I guess we�re even.�

�What?�

�I�ve hurt and humiliated you. You�ve tied me up, causing me a good deal of pain, and humiliated me by giving me food and water like you were feeding a small child. I�m a very proud person, and that was beyond anything anyone has ever done to me.�

�And this makes it all better?�

�No. It was just an observation.�

He sat back down. �You�re wrong if you think I�m done with you.�

�You�ve made your decision then?�

�This is your last chance to make up your mind.�

She squirmed down to lie on her side. �I have no preference one way or the other. They all mean captivity, so it doesn�t matter. One prison is the same as any other. They all mean an end to my freedom.�

�I�m going to take you back to my employers. Giving you over to Wolfram and Hart is too easy, too good. If I keep you here, I will give into my desires and drug you or try and force you. I don�t want to do that, but I know it�ll happen. I�m far too attracted to you to not know that. Get some sleep, Riley. We leave in the morning.� He took a few steps away from her, but turned back to collect the plate and glass, putting them in the sink. He then returned the gun to its holster by the couch and came back over to her. �I wish this could have ended differently.�

�I�ve told you repeatedly how it could. You refused to listen before, so I won�t say it again.�

He hesitated a moment and knelt down beside the bed, leaning in close to her, cupping her face. �I was listening,� he said, kissing her. She stiffened and moved like she was trying to fight it, but her efforts barely registered to him. It was as if her body was betraying her mind. Just for curiosity�s sake, he dragged it out to see what she would do. He ran his hand down her side and back up the front. Her skin shivered under his hand, her body moving a little closer to him. Interested, he brought both hands up to her face. It was damp.

Startled, he pulled away. The look of panic on her face worried him. �Riley?�

�You see? This is what I was trying to get through to you. Don�t do that. There�s something wrong with me, something that�s keeping me from fighting it.�

�You�re afraid.�

�Wouldn�t you be if you that, suddenly, there was a threat that you could fight before that you now can�t?�

�Depends on the threat, but I can see your point. Good night, Riley. I hope you don�t have another nightmare.� He walked away without another word and settled on the couch.
He only slept for a few hours when he heard Riley calling for him. He rubbed his eyes and got up. �What�s wrong, Riley?�

�Nothing�s wrong,� she said in a soft voice he�d never heard her use before. She�d rolled over onto her back, arms above her head. Her hair was fanned out around her head. �I just had something I felt I needed to share with you, something you�d want to know.�

He folded his arms across his bare chest. �What would that be?�

�I did fall asleep, but I didn�t have a nightmare. I found myself dreaming of you.�

�Of me?�

She nodded. �I think I know why I wasn�t able to fight you or Mulder off. It hadn�t occurred to me until I woke up from that dream. There�s a story a Hunter who had a similar problem. It turns out that it was her body telling her that he was an ideal match, that he�d make a good father for her daughter. I never paid much attention to that story as I didn�t think it was possible.�

�So why me and Mulder? How can you tell which is which?�

�Mulder I could still resist a little. You�You recall what happened in my apartment quite clearly, I assume?�

�How can I forget?� he asked hoarsely.

�I loathed you and yet you were able to get close, touch me the way no one else has. It was completely against my will, and yet I couldn�t stop it. Again, earlier tonight, I couldn�t stop you. Admittedly, I am tied up so there�s little I could do to stop you, but I couldn�t do anything. There�s no denying what I felt beneath the panic. The need. I know that feeling. I don�t often feel like that, but I�ve never felt it that strongly. I felt it again after I woke up. It was almost painful.�

He licked his lips and sat down beside her, putting a hand on her cheek. �This need of yours, it�s that bad? It hurts?�

She nodded vigorously, squirming a little. �It�s unbearable.�

He leaned over her, hands on either side of her body. �Is there anything I can do to help?� he whispered, breathing heavily.

�I think you know how you can,� she replied, her voice sounding just as hoarsely as his.

He lowered himself so that his face was mere inches from hers. He gazed into her eyes for a few moments before tentatively kissing her. Riley�s lips parted, her head rising to meet his. Confident that she was serious, he laid his chest down on hers, running one hand up her leg from her knee, up to her chest. He let it sit over one breast before giving an experimental squeeze. She broke the kiss, moaning softly, her back arching beneath him. The cuffs clanked as she tried to pull her arms down around him.
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