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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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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

Feedback: Yes, please! Send all comments to nightshade@catlover.com

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 07: Vampires
Wolfram and Hart

8:15 pm
Before she could make any sort of a reply to that, a large group of people with misshapen faces headed towards them, clearly making a beeline for Riley and ignoring Krycek completely. He stared at them, not really knowing what to think. Riley, on the other hand, tensed.

�Perfect,� she muttered. �Just perfect.� She grabbed Krycek�s hand and dragged him after her as she ran for her car. Shock kept him from objecting to this treatment. The group followed, quickening their pace. When they got to Riley�s car, she told him to get in as he got into the driver�s side and started the engine. As soon as he was in, she pulled out of her parking space and headed off, hitting a few of her pursuers as she went.

Krycek looked behind them. �Are you nuts? You just ran over those people!�

�They aren�t people,� she informed him coldly. �Not any more.�

�What were they then?�

She laughed, a short and bitter sounding laugh. �You wouldn�t believe me even if I told you.�

�I�ve seen a lot of strange things in my life. You�d be amazed at what I�ll believe.�

�How about vampires?�

�Now you sound like an F.B.I agent that I know.� He thought about that for a minute. �On the other hand, I have actually met a vampire recently.�

Riley looked at him. �Let me guess. Angel.�

�How did you know? Do you know him?�

�I have a stake in my apartment with his name carved into it just in case he goes evil on us again. Remember the night you met me at Caritas? Fred is a good friend of mine. I knew of Angel before that, but it didn�t really concern me until three years ago when he first came to L.A.�

He leaned back in his seat. �So Riles is short for Riley, huh? Makes sense now that I now your name.�

�I�ve been wondering about that. How did you learn my name?�

�A guy named Lindsey told me.�

Riley shuddered at the mention of that name. She pulled the car into the parking lot of a condo complex. �Lindsey MacDonald. Generally speaking, I don�t like men, but my hatred of him goes far beyond that.�

He looked around. �Where are we anyways?�

�Before I tell you, let me say that if I ever see you around here after this, I will hurt you quite badly. This is where I live. This is showing you a lot more trust than you deserve, mind, and if it weren�t for the vampires I would never have let you into my car, never mind brought you home.�

�I�m wondering why you did.�

She eyed him coldly. �I don�t like you, but I�ll be damned if I hand a meal over to those things.� She got out of the car, gesturing for him to follow. Curious, he did so.

It was late enough that there was no doorman on duty, for which Riley was eternally grateful. The doormen knew her well enough that there would be raised eye brows at the sight of a man coming home with her. They went into the central building and into an elevator. She pressed the button for the top floor and waited for it to go up. The door opened into a short hallway with a door at the end. It was the only one there. She opened it and went inside. Upon entering the condo, Riley vanished down a hallway, leaving Krycek to stay in the living room.

Not knowing what else to do and feeling really out of place, he took off his shoes and sat down on the larger couch to wait for Riley to come back out. He looked around taking a good look at her home. It was sparsely yet tastefully furnished with the odd picture on the walls. In front of the larger couch was a home theater system in between two tall and very full shelving units containing a wide assortment of books and videos. On top of the TV was a picture frame. When he took a closer look at it, he saw a picture of a beautiful woman that looked a lot like Riley and a girl who was roughly about twelve years old. They both looked very happy.

Riley came back out, dressed in a loose pair of blue jeans and a baggy grey hooded sweatshirt that zipped up in the front. She sat down in the armchair to the right of the couch and out her feet up on the footstool in front of her, looking at Krycek. �So,� she started, and then stopped, unsure of how to continue.

�Nice place,� he said politely. He gestured at the picture. �Who are they?�

She followed his gaze and her face turned sad. �That�s me and my mother on my fourteenth birthday.�

�You look a lot alike. You were a cute kid, too.�

�People are always telling me that. It gets annoying.�

�Sorry. I just don�t know what to say around you.� At her raised eyebrow, he clarified. �If I say what I want to say, there�s a high chance that the knife won�t go through my jacket but through my skin. Without those, and knowing as little about you as I do, I have no idea what to say to you.�

�Based on what you just said I have a pretty good idea of what you want to say as well as what you�re thinking.�

He folded his arms. �If you think you know what I want to say, tell me. Prove it.�

She got up. �Let me guess,� she said as she slunk towards him. �You�re thinking that I�m extremely attractive, possibly irresistible. I�m not as sure about that one as it varies from person to person. You�re wondering if my skin is as soft as it looks, if my hair feels nice.� She put one knee down on the couch, brushing his thigh and put her hands on either side of his head, leaning forward. �Based on what I know about you, you�re likely wanting to tell me that you enjoyed dancing with me, that you would like to do more than just dance.� She brought her face right up to his, so close that he could feel her breath on his skin. The smell of vanilla filled his nose. �Have I forgotten anything?�

�Just one,� he said, bringing his face towards her and kissing her. Her body went rigid with shock. He kept waiting for her to pull away, but when she didn�t, it surprised him. Hesitantly, he brought his hand up to stroke her hair. It felt like silk, but he didn�t get much of a chance to feel it as the contact broke her out of her shock.

She pulled away and slapped him. Hard. When he turned to look back at her, there was some moisture underneath her eyes and she glared at him furiously. �I�m starting to regret my decision to keep you from becoming a meal for that group of vampires.�

He stared at her. �What�s wrong?�

Her anger turned into shock. �What�s wrong? You kiss me and then touch me and you ask me what�s wrong? Are you some kind of an idiot? I�ve told you that I don�t like men. And no, it�s not that I swing the other way, so don�t even entertain that line of thinking. What excuse could you possibly have for doing that?�

�I know I don�t know much about you. I�ve told you so and you�ve told me so. Despite that, I like you. I want to know more about you.� He stood up. �Why is it so hard for you to see that? Frankly, I don�t care about the physical. When it comes right down to it, I just want to know more about you, be your friend.�

She shook her head. �That�s how it always starts. A man decides that he wants to be my friend and assures me that that�s as far as it�ll go. It works for a while, but because of how I act when I get relaxed around people, he takes it the completely wrong way and tries to take things further. It�s fortunate that my mother taught me how to defend myself at an early age. Who knows what would have happened to me otherwise?�

�I never said that it wouldn�t go any further. It might, it might not. Who knows? All I want is to get to know you. It just might turn out that I don�t like you as much as I think I do, but you won�t even give me a chance to find out.�

Her expression softened and she relaxed a little. �You aren�t just trying to get some like every other being in possession of a y chromosome?�

�That is kind of the male thing,� he informed her. �Aside from that, no. I wouldn�t say no if it came up. It�s just the way we�re wired. It isn�t my intention to try anything.�

�I feel less weird about having you in here in light of that.� She paused, fidgeting. �Thank you,� she said softly.

�For what?�

�For being honest about this,� she said taking a step towards him. �Few men are actually honest with me, so few that when it happens it surprises me.�

�I see no reason to lie to you. That�s counter productive if I want to get to know you better, now isn�t it?�

She smiled. �I suppose it is.�

�You should do that more.�

�Do what?�

He placed his right hand on her cheek. �Smile,� he told her before kissing her gently, sliding his hand down her neck and into her hair. She didn�t pull away this time, but moved closer, leaning into the kiss. She brought her hands up and wrapped one around his waist and placed the other on his cheek. As the kiss intensified, his hand slid down the middle of her back to her waist, going under the sweatshirt. Finding a thin silky top underneath, he manipulated it so that he could get his hand under it. When his hand touched her skin, she stiffened for a moment and then relaxed, pulling away from the kiss.

�Hell of a way to start a friendship,� she breathed.

�There�s nothing wrong with a friendly kiss.�

She ran her hand from his check down to his chest. �There was nothing friendly about that.�

�Oh, I don�t know about that,� he said, moving his hand up to stroke her cheek. �I think it was quite friendly.� He kissed her again, this time with more urgency. His hand moved through her hair, down her back, and to the zipper of her sweatshirt. He hesitated before unzipping it and going for the shirt underneath. It was a low cut, button up. Beneath it he could feel her lace bra. His hand slipped down her front and around to the back, going up under the shirt and upwards to the spot where her bra was. He caressed the skin underneath the fastener before deftly undoing the clasp.

For her part, Riley wasn�t terribly sure what to make of all of this. When he kissed her again, she let him, enjoying his smell and the feel of his lips on hers and his hand in her hair. She didn�t mind so much when he undid her sweatshirt, not even when his hand went down her front. It hadn�t been an unpleasant sensation, just not one that she�d ever enjoyed before now. Her hands had stayed near his face the first time, but were now on his back under his shirt. There were scars there, but she expected that. She pulled one hand out and ran it over his chest.

He tried to pull her closer to him. A soft moan escaped his lips as she pulled back a little. He tried again and failed, though he was hardly going to complain when her free hand went up the front of his shirt. It tickled a little, but it felt good. After teasing him a little, both of her hands pulled out and moved to his shoulders. As she slowly ran her hands up and down his biceps, he got tense.

�Is something wrong?� she asked him, kissing his neck.

�No, nothing at all,� he whispered back to her, tilting his head backwards as her lips played over his skin. He brought it back down and met her parted lips, loosing himself in her sweet vanilla scent. He didn�t even notice her hands moving down his arms, so it was a big surprise, when she pulled away and took a couple steps backwards.

�So,� she said, going from sweet and friendly back to how she�d been before. �That�s what you were hiding from me.�

�I don�t know what you�re talking about.�
She gestured at his left arm. �That hand is fake. Why didn�t you tell me?�

He sighed. �You know, I was really, really hoping that you wouldn�t notice. Some people have a real problem with that.� He pulled back the sleeve of his left arm and showed her his prosthetic arm.

Riley recoiled from it. �Great. Why do I attract men with missing limbs? This is getting really irritating.�

�Before you decide to have nothing to do with me, will you at least let me tell you about it?�

�As long as it doesn�t involve vampires or demons,� she said, sitting down as far away from him as she could.

Krycek sat back down and pulled the sleeve back into place. �I was in Russia near a place called Tunguska. Ever heard of it? Didn�t think so. Anyways, it�s kind of a weird story, but I was trying to escape and get back home when a group of people offered me shelter and protection.� He snorted. �Some protection. They took my arm off and called it protection. I was angry about it for a while, but have since gotten used to it.�

Riley folded her arms across her chest. �Why don�t you talk to Wolfram and Hart? They could help you get it back.�

�You know about that?�

�Of course I do. My uncle works for them. Besides that, he�s been trying to set me up with Lindsey for who knows how long. I knew Lindsey lost his arm, so when he showed up one day with a new one, I figured it out.� Her voice took on a bitter tone. �How could they do that? The arm was taken from another man and given it to him as some sort of a reward. But is it really a reward to mutilate another man to restore another?�

Krycek looked thoughtful. �I hadn�t thought of it that way, but look at it from our perspective. What would you give to be able to hold a loved one in both hands rather than just one? What would you do to another person to be able to do things requiring two hands after living with only one for any length of time? Maybe it�s just me, but I would do just about anything to have my arm back.�

Riley studied her hands, not saying anything for a long time. He was afraid that he�d scared her off. Finally, she looked up at him. �You can stay here tonight to avoid being eaten by vampires, but I don�t want to see you here in the morning. Be gone before ten. Don�t come near me ever again.� She got up and left, returning with some blankets and a pillow. �You can use the couch.�

�That�s it?� he asked. �After all of that, you�re just going to refuse to have anything to do with me?�

�That�s right,� she told him coldly. �Good bye, Krycek.� She turned her back on him and walked down the hallway into her bedroom and closed the door. He heard the faint click of a lock.

That made little sense to him. Why did she have a lock on her door? He shook his head. That hardly mattered. He stared down the hallway, not knowing really what to make about this. He went back over to the couch and grabbed a blanket, wrapping it around himself. He didn�t lie down, but sat down in the chair Riley had sat in. Lost in thought, he sat there until the sun came up. He got up then and went into the bathroom to splash his face with some cold water.

In the bathroom, he found a glass bowl full of bath pearls, also scented with vanilla. He grabbed a couple and slipped them into his pants pocket along with a few strands of hair he found in her brush. He turned to leave, but something else caught his attention. In the garbage can, there were some white bandages that were stained with dark red blood. He pulled one out and took a closer look. The bandage looked like one that you would have wrapped around a limb. The next one he pulled out was long enough to have been wrapped around her torso. He put that one back and took the shorter one, figuring that she would be less likely to notice that it wasn�t there.

Finished, he went out into the front entrance, put his shoes back on, and left the building, hailing a cab to take him back to his motel.
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