Title: The darkness within

Author: Jessica   ( j_rothen@yahoo.se )

Rating: PG-13

Category: MSR

Spoiler: None

Summary: The thoughts of a killer.

Disclaimer: The X-files, Mulder and Scully belong to FOX 
and they are not mine. 

Note: I put MSR at category because I didn't know what to put. 
I know it's wrong. So I don't want any angry e-mail's about 
that. I know.
English is not my first language so spelling/ grammar
mistake may occur.

I'm on fire. The flames lick my soul and warm my heart. 
I'm stronger now. I long for feeling the taste again. 
I want to feel the power again. I'm back, stronger than ever. 
The darkness of the night is my world. I love the feel of being 
almost invincible. I love the power it brings with. People are
afraid of the dark. They are afraid of the beasts that lingers
there. I embrace it. I'm stronger there. 
They look happy. They are the perfect couple. They are young, 
beautiful and successful. I have watched them for a while now. 
Sometimes I wonder if they can feel me near. I walk past them 
on the street but they never see me. I have talked to them 
once. Just for a minute, but it made me long for more. But I 
know we'll have our time together. Just them and me. 
I look over at me bed and study the girl. She's a beauty. 
But she's nothing like Scully. Dana Scully has a strength and 
a beauty that cannot be compared. She's perfect. She's an 
angel. And she'll be mine. 
Until that day I'll settle with this girl. She's young, 
around twenty. She has long, blonde hair and blue eyes. I'll 
hope she will keep me calm. 
I wish sometimes that I had the power and the strength inside 
myself not to want this. But it's like a craving you can't get 
out of your head. I guess I'm weak. But I don't mind being weak
when it comes to this. This is my world and I love it.
I move to the bed and the girl. She looks at me with those big,
blue eyes and I can feel myself falling in love. I want to 
love her. I do love her. I run my hands up her legs. 
She doesn't move. She can't move. Her skin is soft under my 
hand. I can feel her fear. It's like a scent that lingers in 
her skin. I love it. It makes me feel stronger. I have placed
candles around the bed and it make her skin glow. I want to 
taste her. I want to feel her on my tongue. She's crying now.
I know she would beg for mercy. I have heard it all before. 
I know the words by heart. I lean over and lick away her 
tears. I will taste her bit for bit. 
I have all the time in the world.

He's a loner. He's a man. He's around thirty or older. 
All of this he knew but still he couldn't catch him. 
Fox Mulder sat in his office wondering if he was losing his 
touch. The killer had already killed three young women. 
He liked to tie them up, rape them and then torture them 
before he finally takes a knife to them. Mulder had seen his 
type before. He had gotten inside the head of several 
killers during the years. It was his job and he had caught 
them one by one. But this one was different. This one was not
like any of the others. He was like a shadow. He was like the 
monster of the night. He was the devil.

I watch her from the dark. She can't see me. I wonder how she 
would react if she did. Would she scream? Would she be afraid?
I know what they call me in the papers. I'm ruthless. 
I'm the devil. I can say that they are wrong. I'm not the 
devil. The devil is not this good looking. 
I wonder what she looks like when she's sleeping. Does she 
sleep on the left or the right side of the bed? I would love 
to touch her. I want to make her scream. I want to see fear
in her eyes. I want to break her and see her crumble. I want
to see pain in her eyes. I want to taste her flesh. 
Oh, it's not time. Not yet.

He has got nothing. It scared him a bite.
That he had found his match. Somewhere out there was a man
that carried around a rage inside that was so great that
even Mulder was afraid. Maybe the papers were right. He was the
devil and he was walking around out there. Somewhere.
He rises and brushes his tired eyes. He can't deal with this
tonight. He needs the comfort arms of his love. He smiles
in the darkness of his office. The love of his life. Dana
Scully. He had never guess he could fall in love. But he had
fallen and fallen hard. She was the magic of his life. 
He closes the door to the office to go to her.

I can see her coming. I'm like a tiger watching his prey. I
know every move she makes. Her name is Anne. I know everything
about her. I love her already and she will soon know my love.
The darkness surrounds me and I can almost hear my own heart
beating. The moon has come out to play. I wonder if she's
scared walking alone at night. She should be. I can smell
her perfume when she passes me by. I'm hiding behind some bushes
and I can almost touch her when she walks by. It's time now.
I can see fear in her eyes when she turns around and sees me.
She has no time to scream or even move. She's mine now.
I lick my lips and say:
- I love you, Anne.

Dana Scully woke slowly and turned towards him. He was still
sleeping. She liked having him by her side. She felt so calm
then. Like nothing in the world could go wrong. She ran her
hand down his back, following his spine. She loved touching
him. He felt strong and hard under her hand. He turned around
and smiled at her. 
- Good morning.
He leaned forward and kissed her. He loved waking up by her
side. He took her his arms and held her close. They lay there
for a while without saying a word. No words were needed. 

I move in the shadows. I feel so calm there. The rage inside
of me is burning hot. I watch them from the window. They 
don't see me. They have never seen me. I could be a ghost.
I sometimes wonder if I could walk up to them and touch them
without them knowing. Maybe, that's wishful thinking. They
are totally rapped up in each other. I will not tell about
the pictures that I have in my head. I'll just say someday
they will both be mine. Somehow. 

She can feel him breathing in the dark. She knows he's there
somewhere. She likes in that way. She likes the dark. She
feels stronger there, more beautiful somehow. He's out there
somewhere watching her. 
I watch her from the dark and I love what I see. I can almost
hear her heart beating. The rage inside of me feel me and
makes me stronger. I feel like I can do anything. I move 
towards her. My eyes fix on her neck and I wonder how it would
feel to break it. Would it make a sound at all? But I already
know that sound. She turns around and smiles at me. She knows
what is coming. I smile back and say:
- Are you ready, honey?
- I'm ready, husband...

He stares at the photo looking for a clue, something that
would make him understand why. But he knows that there is no
why. There is so sane reason why so many people are dead. 
Fox Mulder was back where he started. He had nothing. The
only thing he knew was that the killer was male and he always
struck at night. He targeted only women. But that was it.
He had no idea where to start looking. The women where all 
different and the attacks had occurred in different places.
They had nothing and that scared him. 

Sally Anne Patterson woke slowly and turned to her husband.
Her body ached still after the night's games but that only 
made her smile more. She loved the game they played. He had
a power over her that made her tremble. He was still sleeping
when she slipped from their bed. She walked naked to the 
kitchen and took a cup of tea. As she stood there she wondered
what her husband had brought her last night. Sally Anne opened
the door to the basement with her heart racing. When she 
came down she saw the young woman lying tied to the bed.
She smiled all little and walked over to the bed. The woman
were young, around 20, with brown hair green eyes. 
- Please, let me go...
- Sure, honey...soon...
Sally Anne smiled and licked her lips. The woman was perfect.
- Honey, what are you doing?
She turned around and smiled at her husband. 
- I'm just looking...
He walked up to her and rapped her in her arms and said:
- You know, not yet...soon.
- When? I want to..
- I know you do. Me to..But not yet.
They smiled and kissed.

A knock on the door woke Dana Scully from her daydreaming.
She turned off her computer and went to see whom it was. The
man that was standing at her door was around thirty and 
dressed in jeans and a dark sweater. He was holding a bouquet
of roses. 
- Ms. Scully?
- Yes.
- Delivery.
She took the flowers and smiled at the man.
- Should I sign something?
- No, it's okay.
- Thank you.
She went inside and closed the door. 

I could almost touch her. I have never been so close to her.
It took all my strength not to reach out and touch her. But
I wanted to see her. I wanted to talk to her. Now I know. 
She's perfect. She will be mine soon.

Mulder found her in the kitchen. She was sitting by the window
drinking tea. She smiled when she saw him.
- Thank you for the flowers.
- Flowers?
- The roses you send me.
- I haven't sent you any flowers.
Dana Scully rose from her chair and pointed to the bouquet
of flowers.
- But I got some flowers today..If you ddidn't send them, then
who did?

I know I should wait a while, but my blood is on fire. I watch
the faces of the women passing by and I wonder how they would
taste. It's a game I play with myself. But I already know how
they taste. I have tasted them all. 
- Mr., Smith! Mr, Smith!
My boss is standing in the doorway to my office. Jake Evans 
is around fifty and dressed in a worn-out suite. 
- Mr., Smith no sleeping on the job!
I wonder how it would feel to snap that bastard's neck. I
would love to hear him scream and beg for his life. If he
only knew that I could crush him easily. I would love to see
his blood paints the floor. But not today. Today I'm just one
of the guys.
- No, sir. Of course not, Mr. Evans.
Then he leaves. I watch him go and I wonder if he only knew
that I had killed five women. Would he talk to me like that?
I don't think so. He would run. 

- Who gave you the flowers?
- I don't remember.
- He was just some guy. 
- Scully, you have to remember. It's impportant.
- I know but he wasn't a guy you remembeer. He gave me the
flowers and then he left. I didn't think about asking who
send them. I was so glad that I got some flowers.
- They can be from the killer.
- Don't be silly, it's just flowers.
- Well, we'll see.
Scully smiled and took him into her arms.
- Come to bed and stop worrying.
He smiled and kissed her.
He'll think about that tomorrow.

My heart is racing in my chest as I move closer to the 
building. The moon has come out to play and I feel stronger
than ever. I know it's time for me to play the game I love.
I have waited to long. The blood in my veins is one fire. 
This is it. I can't wait until I can taste them on my tongue.
No more dreaming. 
I open the door slowly, without a sound. I know they are in
there. I can smell them. I'm like a lion. I move through
the living room. I run my hand over her desk. Her scent is
everywhere. I feel high, so high. I have brought with me
the tools of the trade, as I like to call them. I stand in the 
doorway to the bedroom for a while and watch them sleeping. 
So this is the perfect couple.
Soon there will be no more Mulder and Scully. They are mine.
This is hell and I'm the master.
I smile in the dark and move to the bed.

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