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Hunter�s Moon
Fandom: Angel/X-Files

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

Archive: Anywhere, just give credit where credit is due

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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 02: Bumps in the night
Alleyway

8:10 pm
�Could this day get any worse?� Krycek asked himself, pulling out his gun.

The creature headed for him, roaring with its hands reaching for him. He fired three shots, but it didn�t stop. As it neared him, its eyes suddenly widened and it gave a horrendous shriek. It turned away from him and headed the other way. As it moved, Krycek caught a glimpse of a figure in a long black leather trench coat holding a long object in its hands. In the light, whoever it was appeared to be blond with longish hair and of average build. The object the figure was holding moved and light glinted off it. A sword. It dripped with a black substance. Judging by the gash on the creature�s back, the black stuff was its blood.

The creature made a series of noises that sounded like a language, but it was incomprehensible to Krycek. The figure replied back in kind, enraging the creature. It charged at the sword wielder, earning it a swift decapitation. Its head bounced off a wall and rolled along the ground, stopping at Krycek�s feet. He looked at it and back up at the figure holding the sword.

�Who are you? What was that thing?� he asked, unable to help himself. Really, he didn�t give a rat�s ass about the monster. He wanted to know about the killer. Who used a sword anyways? People prefer knives or guns. He also wished he knew what he was dealing with. Was this person a man or a woman? From the way the jacket draped, it was impossible to tell.

The figure stared at him. �That�s on a need to know basis only,� was the reply. �If you�re going to play with the things that go bump in the night, you�d better get yourself a real weapon instead of that pathetic little pea shooter.� The figure moved, pulling out a piece of cloth and wiped the blade clean before dropping the cloth to the ground, sheathing the sword, and walking away, leaving Krycek staring.

�I don�t know who that is but I hate him already.� He went over to pick up the discarded cloth. He didn�t really know if the figure had been male, but it was better to attach a gender label than to refer to a person as �it�.

He examined the cloth before tucking it into a jacket pocket. �I need some rest. This day has been the most bizarre one I�ve had in a while.�
Crown Palace Hotel

Mulder�s room

8:25 pm
�So will you tell me now what you found?� Mulder asked. He was getting impatient. Scully had been back to the hotel for half an hour and had refused to tell him what she�d found until she�d had a chance to have a shower, change her clothes, and eat something. Anticipating her need for food, Mulder had ordered a pizza for them, as he hadn�t eaten much of anything besides some sunflower seeds. After getting out of the shower, Scully had immediately dug into the pizza, tossing back four pieces and a can of pop before she sat back, satisfied.

�Yes, though it really wasn�t much. I did discover that the newest of the bodies had a long skewer in each arm that would come out through a hole in the skin of the wrist. From the looks of them, they could inflict a fair amount of damage. All of them were killed in the same manner: a sharp bladed weapon, possibly a long knife. All of them have varying degrees of additional injuries from trying to defend themselves, but all ended the same way.�

�Can you tell if it was this was done by the same person or if it was done by more than one?�

�I can�t say for certain, but I think it was done by the same person. Part of that is really wishful thinking. I�d rather chase after one person than two or more.�

�Understandable,� Mulder agreed. �Any idea what those things are?�

�The bodies? No idea. I don�t even have a theory on this. You?�

He shook his head. �I�m going to head to the library tomorrow to see if there are any past incidents of this. You�re welcome to join me if you don�t have anything else you�d rather do.�

�I think I�ll questions the people on the list Detective Lockely gave us, see if I can learn anything we don�t already know.� Scully sighed. �This has to be the weirdest thing I�ve done.�

�Even weirder than being abducted and having an implant put into your neck?�

�As strange as it sounds, yes. We�ve seen all manner of strange things since we started working together and this just tops that.�

Mulder laughed. �I never thought I�d hear you say that.�

She shrugged and grinned. �It�s the truth. Isn�t that what you�ve been looking for?�

He stood up. �Goodnight Scully. I�ll see you downstairs for breakfast. 8:30 am sharp.�

Scully watched her partner leave and shook her head, getting up to have a shower.
Huntsman Heights Condominiums

9:16 pm

The key turned in the lock of a condo on the top floor of the main building of the complex. The young woman stepped inside and dropped her keys on the table beside the door before taking her boots and jacket off, discarding both as she walked further inside. She unbuckled her belt, removed the long, sheathed sword that had been hanging from it, and dropped the belt beside the couch. It fell with a soft thump. She took the weapon out of its sheath and sat down on the couch and picked up the sharpening stone that sat on the coffee table in front of her. She bent to sharpening the long black blade. Killing that demon earlier had dulled it faster than any of the others she�d killed earlier.

She paused in her sharpening, an unnatural silence descending on her home. Thinking about the demon she�d slain earlier drew her back to the memory of the man the demon had attacked before she�d gotten there. Idiot. Everyone in L.A knew better than to go into dark alleys after sunset. At least he�d had the decency to carry a weapon, even though it was an ineffective one. He was lucky that it wasn�t a vampire that had decided to try and make a meal of him.

She hadn�t been able to see his face clearly in the dim light, but he�d sounded fairly young, possibly in his mid to late twenties. Rude, too. Hadn�t even had the courtesy to thank her for saving his life. She frowned. Just for once, she wished that people would stop and thank the person responsible for their continued existence.

With a sigh, she picked the sharpening stone up and resumed work on the dull blade, not looking forward to getting back to work the next day.
Wayside Motel

7:38 am
Krycek woke with a start the next morning as he rolled over into a patch of sunlight. He�d forgotten to close the curtains last night when he�d checked in. It was a mistake that could potentially cost him his life. He rubbed his eyes and rolled over. The bedside clock read 7:38 am. He sat up and reached for his jeans, pulling them on. He got up, forgetting to do them up. He walked over to the windows to pull the curtains closed. After splashing his face with some cold water to shake himself awake, he finished dressing.

He took a closer look at himself in the mirror. He had the beginnings of dark circles under his eyes. Hardly surprising, especially considering the bizarre dreams he�d had the night before. He kept seeing the figure in the black leather jacket with the sword dripping with black blood. Blond hair fluttered in the breeze and a pair of black eyes glared at him. As in real life, he couldn�t tell if it was a man or woman. It was incredibly frustrating. No matter how much he shouted, demanding this person�s name, the stare never wavered and the figure never said anything.

Shaking his head, Krycek decided to get out and get some breakfast. There was a McDonald�s near by and that was good enough for him. He didn�t often have the opportunity to eat breakfast, so any food was welcome. He grabbed his jacket and put it on, picked up the key to his room, his wallet, and headed out the door.
McDonald�s

8:12 am
After ordering his food, Krycek sat down and dug into it. He hadn�t realized how hungry he was until he took a bite out of the Bacon �n Egger he�d bought. He went back an ordered another one and a few more hash browns, taking his time with them. A couple tables over from him sat a group of people. The first was a tall, dark haired man in a leather jacket wearing al black clothes. He was very pale and only drank coffee. The next was a medium sized brown haired man with glasses and spoke with a British accent. There was a smooth-headed dark skinned man who spoke with a great deal of slang. A flamboyantly dressed young woman with short cut black hair sat next to the man with the leather jacket, listening intently to what the Brit was saying. The last person at the table was a timid looking young woman with long brown hair and glasses. She said very little, happily chowing down on some breakfast burritos.

He decided to listen in on them, to see if he could learn anything.

�I�m telling you Angel, this is just getting weirder,� the bald guy said. �I spoke to my crew and they say that the vamps have been very quiet lately. No new nests or anything.�

The man referred to as Angel, the pale one, looked up from his coffee. �Really? It takes a lot to drive vampires underground.�

Krycek raised an eyebrow? Vampires? He believed that vampires existed? He� get along very well with Mulder.

�Was Merle helpful at all?� The short haired woman asked.

�Why does everyone always assume that I�m hitting him up for information?� Angel had a wounded expression on his face.

�Because you always do,� the Brit replied, polishing off the last of his meal. �You have no idea how happy I am that this place opened up here. It�s so close to the hotel and so convenient.�

�How the mighty have fallen,� the bald man smirked.

�Contrary to what you may think, Gunn, I do enjoy a change once in a while. Besides, Fred seems happy about it.�

At the mention of the name Fred, the girl with the glasses looked up and smiled. �Now all I need is a good taco place.� She frowned. �Do you think McDonald�s would ever sell tacos?�

�Not likely, Fred,� Gunn told her. She looked disappointed.

�Anyways, Merle wasn�t very helpful. Said something about a hunter, but that�s all he knew.�

�Great. Cordelia, Fred, and I couldn�t find anything in our books. Obviously, there are infightings between the various races, but nothing in any of my books has anything that remotely matches what�s been going on. And if it�s affecting the vampires, and Merle knows nothing, then it�s bad.�

Cordelia rolled her eyes. �Well, as long as it isn�t Wolfram and Hart or another apocalypse, it�s all good.�

�Cordy!�

�She has a point,� Angel said. �This is better than the end of the world or irritating, soulless lawyers.�

Krycek wasn�t sure what to make of that last statement. Lawyers were generally considered to be heartless, but soulless? And what was this talk about an apocalypse?

�So what now? All we have to go on is that file you got from Kate and that wasn�t much.�

�I don�t know, Wes, I just don�t.� Angel shook his head.

�What, exactly, did Merle say about this hunter?� Fred asked, setting her burrito down.

�Not much, just something about a black sword and a nasty disposition.�

�Never mind then.�

�What are you thinking?� Wes leaned towards her.

�I knew a girl in high school with the last name of Hunter, but she�s a very nice girl. She doesn�t have a nasty disposition, not that I ever saw. She was always really nice to me, standing up for me against the other kids.�

�Doesn�t sound like a killer to me,� Gunn concluded.

�Looking at Angel, do you see a killer? You�d never know about his darker side just looking at him,� Wes pointed out.

�Oh yeah.�

�Well, are we all finished here? Let�s get back to work then.� The group stood up and left the building. Outside, they covered Angel with a blanket until they got him into the car. Through the window, Krycek could see that they were heading towards an old hotel. It looked abandoned and decrepit.

He swallowed the last of his coffee and headed off after them. Perhaps they might be able to help him unravel this and figure out who this hunter was and if this person would be an asset or a hindrance to the Syndicate.
Hyperion Hotel

8:23 am
Cordelia was out in the lobby of the hotel going through the file Kate Lockely had given them when the door opened. She looked up and smiled. �Angel Investigations, how may I�� She stopped when she got a good look at the man. He was fairly tall, with dark green eyes and short brown hair. He wore black jeans and a white shirt under his leather jacket. He had faint bags under his eyes and a suspicious look to him. Despite that, he was quite attractive. �Help you?� she finished.

He looked at her. �I�m sorry to disturb you,� he started.

�Huh? Oh, don�t worry about it. I�ve been over this stuff a million times already.�

�I couldn�t help but overhear your conversation earlier. The one about the mysterious bodies.�

She gave him a strange look. �There�s nothing all that mysterious about them. I guess to someone who doesn�t deal with these things like we do would think that they�re mysterious and unexplainable.�

�Cordelia, who�re you talking to?� Wesley, the British guy, came out of the office in the back and took a good look at who she was talking to. �Can we help you?�

�He heard us talking at McDonald�s,� she explained. �That�s all he�s said so far.�

Wesley folded his arms across his chest. �I see.�

�I think I may have some information for you.�

Wes�s eyes lit up. �Really? Come on in then, have a seat. Coffee?�

�No thanks.� He followed Wesley into the office area. The pale man, Angel was in there, drinking something out of a mug.

Krycek sniffed the air. �Is someone hurt?�

�No, why?� Wesley asked.

�I smell blood.�

Angel chocked on what he was drinking. He looked up. �Really? You can smell blood?�

�It�s a trick I�ve picked up.� He looked at Angel. �Did you bite your lip of something? You�ve got some blood on it.�

Angel reached up and touched his lower lip. �Uh��

�So, why don�t you tell us what you know?� Gunn broke in, sparing Angel the problem of coming up with a reply.

�I would like something in return. I want to know what these things are, these bodies.�

The group exchanged a look. �You�re not from around here are you?� Fred started.

�No.�

�I thought so. That�s no problem then, is it?� Everyone else shook their heads. �Anyone who�d been living around here would likely have a guess as to what they are. I knew, and I haven�t been here for five years. Of course in those five years I learned more than I wanted and-�

�Fred,� Angel interrupted. �That�s ok.�

�Oh. Right.�

�Why don�t you start by telling us your name?� Cordelia suggested.

�I�m Alex Krycek. I figured yours out earlier.�

�You�re good,� Angel commented, taking another sip from his mug.

�Anyways, I overheard you talking about the bodies and some guy named Merle mentioning a hunter. I think I might have met this hunter.�

Wes leaned forward. �Really?�

�I was out for a walk and took a wrong turn, winding up in a dark alley.� He described what had happened in as much detail as possible.

Wesley opened a book, flipped a few pages and turned it towards Krycek. �Is that what attacked you?�

�Yes, that�s it.�

�You were lucky that person showed up when he did. Fyral demons are extremely violent and can fire a quick drying mucus that turns solid quickly to incapacitate their prey. They are vulnerable to silver.�

�It was decapitated.�

�That�ll kill pretty much anything,� Cordelia observed.

�So about the bodies?�

�Demons,� Angel told him. �All of the ones we�ve found are of very dangerous species. Violent ones like the Fyral, baby eaters, Apocalypse cults, and the like. Not very pleasant ones to have around.�

Krycek rolled his eyes. �Children�s stories. You expect me to believe this?�

�If they aren�t true, then what attacked you last night?� Gunn challenged.

�A guy in a costume. You know, you sound a lot like a guy I used to work with. Believed in aliens.�

�I remember Willow telling me about a meteor crash just outside of Sunnydale that brought an alien with it that preyed on the insane,� Angel said. �She said the thing went after her mom after she�d gotten out of surgery.�

�So you believe that aliens, demons, and vampires exist?� Krycek asked skeptically.

�I don�t really have much of a choice,� Angel said. He sounded a little sad.

�Why�s that?�

Angel looked at him and his face changed from that of a perfectly normal human being into that of a freakish monster. Krycek jumped up and pulled his gun. �What the hell are you?� he demanded.

�A vampire. That blood you smelled earlier is pigs blood.�

�Pig�s blood? Don�t vampires drink human blood?�

�Not when they have a soul.�

�You�re confusing him, Angel,� Cordelia scolded. Angel�s face went back to the way it was before. �I guess we should explain.�

Angel sighed. �You�ll want to sit down again. This could take a while. And put that thing away. It won�t do you any good. Unless, of course, those bullets are made of sharp wood.�

�I�m not sitting down or putting my gun away until I know what�s going on here.�

�Fine.� Angel took a deep breath and told him about himself. �I was born in Galway, Ireland in 1727. Darla sired me as a vampire in 1753. When my sister saw me rise from the dead, she thought I was an angel, so I took on the name Angelus.� He proceeded to tell Krycek in great detail about the things he and Darla had done together and how he was cursed. Everything up until the present day fights, about Buffy and the tale of the Slayer to the fights with Wolfram and Hart, the evil law firm.

Krycek had sat down somewhere towards the middle of the tale, his gun still in hand. As Angel told him about the Slayer and his adventures in Sunnydale, the gun had fallen unnoticed from his limp hand. �And this is all true?� he asked weakly when Angel had finished.

�Every word of it. Even the day that only I remember.�

�Right. I need to go think.� He stood up and headed for the door.

�Thanks for the information,� Wes called after him.

�Do you think we scared him?� Fred asked.

�I hope not. He seems like an ok guy.� Cordelia had a dreamy half smile on her face.

�I don�t know about him. In my experience, the only people who can distinctly identify the smell of blood are people who deal with it all the time. The way he got his gun out so quickly leads me to believe that he�s dangerous.�

�You�d know all about that, wouldn�t you?�

�Well, not that we have a bit more information, we know that this hunter seems to be human and has a long sword.� Wes looked at his friends. �Based on that, we can refine our search. Angel, would you care to pass this on to Detective Lockely? She deserves to know what we�ve found out. Maybe she�s learned something in the meantime.�

They nodded and went about their business, trying to learn more. Fred seemed a little distracted, but no one commented on it.
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