Alright, so here is the first part of the Vampire!Reid fic. With my finals ending this week I’m gonna have more time to work on this. I have a rough outline of a plot I’m gonna follow just so I don’t get too overwhelmed, but I am excited. This will be taking place following the events of Cat Adams and Post Spencer season 13.
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Warnings: mentions of blood, dead people? nothing too drastic in this part
Summary: Following the events of Cat Adams, Spencer is on a case where he is visited by a woman he hasn’t seen in half a century.
Words: ~2300
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Spencer and Luke drew their guns, Luke stepping into the house first. After a long five days, they finally had a suspect that was looking really good. They had been called in on the murders of three females. All between the ages of 15-17. It was a grueling case with two more murders while they were there. A break in the case came from a mother who reported her daughter, Debbie, missing. The other girls had been runaways from different states, so when Debbie was confirmed missing they were able to find a trail with a trace on her cell phone. The number had pinged inside the house of Richard Carver, a widowed man whose daughter had ran away a few weeks after the wife had died.
They spread out calling out the occasional clear. The house was spotless. There wasn’t an ounce of dirt, which was odd, since they had profiled his house would be in disarray. Between the death of his wife, his child leaving, and the killings, there was no way his house would be this clean. He noticed all the picture frames had been turned around. His daughter’s things all around the house as if she had never left. Spencer opened the door to the basement, a sickly feeling in his stomach.
“Alvez,” He called out. He furrowed his brows when he didn’t hear anything. “Luke?” He stepped away to find his partner, but when a shrill scream came from below he rushed down in record time. He had his gun pointed, rounding the corner. The unsub had wrapped his arm around the missing girl’s chest, a knife situated on her neck. He wasn’t looking over at the stairs. His focus was in the corner of the room where the light couldn’t reach. A cold shiver went down Spencer’s back. He glanced over his shoulder making sure no one was actually there. The only light source came from a light bulb dangling from the ceiling above the two of them. The basement was the complete opposite of the rest of the house with piled up boxes and rusted old gardening equipment. There were racks of storage lining the walls, giving the whole scene a horror movie feel.
This did not fit in the profile they had of the unsub. He wouldn’t have brought his victims to his house. His house was where his daughter would come back home. He would have a separate place for them which is where Emily and JJ were right now. Spencer didn’t have time to think about all the things that were false because even if this wasn’t the man killing the other girls, Debbie was still here and alive. His main focus was on keeping her alive.
“Mr. Carver,” Spencer started out slowly. He had moved closer stepping into the light. “FBI, drop your weapon.”
Mr. Carver looked at him like he just noticed him. “No, I have to do this.”
“No, you don’t. I know what happened to your wife and what your daughter did. This girl is innocent.”
The girl was strangely quiet. She hadn’t looked over at Spencer once, her gaze stuck staring into the dark corner of the room. Spencer glanced in that direction, feeling as if someone else was here with them, but he just couldn’t see them.
“No, she’s just like the others.” His hand moved to slice her throat, but Spencer reacted quicker firing his gun. The girl stood there, even as her neck started to bleed slightly from the movement of the knife.
Spencer’s eyes turned red, inhaling the sweet scent of blood. He let out a cool, calm breath before walking towards the girl.
“Debbie? My name is Spencer. It’s okay, you’re safe now.” The feeling in his stomach still hadn’t left, but he didn’t want to frighten her. Debbie snapped her head towards him as if hearing his name brought her out of the trance she was in. She stepped away from him, getting closer to the dark corner.
“Okay, it’s okay Debbie. I can take you outside.” He held out his hand, smiling softly. “Just take my hand.”
Debbie had taken a few steps back again, but instead a figure stepped out of the shadows, gently placing a hand on Debbie’s shoulder. Spencer’s gaze went from the arm to the face. A look of recognition passed his face, before cold determination set in. She hadn’t changed much Spencer noted, not that she would have. Her hair was just as long as the day she turned, flowing in soft gentle curls, framing her round face nicely. He couldn’t see much of her, Debbie blocking most of her body. Spencer’s breath still hitched slightly. He hadn’t seen that face in almost fifty years.
“Using my pick up line on other people, Spencious? Oh, you go by Spencer now, right?” Her tone was playful, but the grip on Debbie’s arm was too strong. Spencer’s mind replayed that moment.
Flashback - Ottoman Empire, Greece
The night fog had rolled into town. A young boy, his usual wild brown hair was smoothed back to make himself look older, just turned 18, had his first night shift watching over the grave site. The last of the sun’s light had vanished from the sky, leaving only the few torches and the full moon’s light. His hand on his sheath, he walked the length of the plot twice. Stopping near a tree to drink some water, the snap of a twig brought his hand back to his hip.
“Halt! If you have awoken in this plot, my name is Spencious, watcher of the dead.” His voice was shaky, eyes darting trying to find the source of the sound in the pale moonlight.
“Have you ever actually gotten a response with that?” Spencious turned around, a scream lodged in his throat. His eyes landed on a young woman. Her hair was at her shoulders, tight curls creating a mane around her, scattering the light through it leaving a soft halo around her. Her large, brown eyes looked at him with curiosity. Her mouth was parted open slightly and the corners of her lips curved upwards into a small smile.
“What are you doing out here? This site is for the fallen soldiers. A young maiden like yourself should not be out here.” He had calmed his voice. His hand had fallen away from his sword.
“Fallen soldiers are buried with their items.” She said matter of factly. She was wearing what the local farmers wore, including the small satchel used for storing seeds. “I’m sorry to have startled you, but I must be on my way.” She had sidestepped to move around him, but he grabbed her arm.
“I cannot allow you leave, especially after you have told me you are stealing from the dead. What is your name?” She looked him up and down.
“Persephone,” She leaned in towards him, pulling his sword out of its sheath, spinning around before stepping back and pointing it under his chin. “I have no role, unless you count thief of the night.” She wore a sly smile on her face.
“I cannot allow you to leave.” Spencious still demanded.
“Watch me,” She dropped his sword, dashing off. Spencious cursed before picking up his sword and trailing behind her. She danced and weaved around the bushes and tree branches while he stumbled around keeping his eyes on her. The ruckus he caused caught the attention of the two soldiers standing guard outside the gates. They brought lit torches heading inside.
“Oh, look, you brought company.” Persephone frowned from the tree she was sitting in. “This does not bode well for you.”
“Me?” Spencious panted. “You’re the one that has been stealing!”
She placed a hand on her chest, faking hurt. “Me? I’m just a young maiden taken here against my will by a man.”
“Who?”
“You, if we get caught.” She hopped down from the tree, the moving lights getting closer. Spencious looked dubious. He couldn’t trust the girl, but something in her eyes made him known that he would go down for this.
“What do you say we should do?”
Persephone broke out into a full smile, her teeth showing, eyes squinting slightly. Spencious swore he had never seen a more beautiful smile. She held out her hand.
“Take my hand.” Spencious hesitated, unsure where she would take her. He didn’t think she had it in her to kill him, but he had just met the girl and didn’t know exactly what she was capable of.
“I’m not sure,”
“It’s okay, Spencious. I’ll take you outside, just take my hand.”
And he did. He grabbed her hand and hasn’t let go since.
Present Day
“What are you doing here?” Spencer asked, taking a step forward.
“Ah, ah, ah,” Persephone, brought Debbie closer to her. “You’re doing so well, honey.” She spoke to her. Debbie was back to standing quietly.
“Did you compel them?” Spencer sneered at her. “Did you orchestrate these killings?” He asked, slightly nervous he had just killed an innocent person.
“Oh, he was killing long before I got here. I just told him to take little Debbie here. It’s just so much easier when they don’t run. Besides the only person I want to be chasing is you.” She shrugged her shoulders, winking at him. She stepped around her, Spencer taking in every inch of her body. His eyes trailed every curve, his desire to pull her in almost blocking out everything else that was happening.
“Did you look at your precious Cat the same way you’re looking at me right now?” Her voice was full of rage and hurt. Spencer furrowed his eyebrows.
“Cat?” He questioned, having forgotten the name of every female when she was near. “Is that what this is about?” He would never admit to it, but knowing, after all these years, she still got jealous, turned him on slightly.
“Kore, there has never been anything between me and Cat. There never will be.” He took another step towards her, but she brought Debbie back, tilting her head to the side, exposing her neck more, the blood from her cut flowing more. She swiped a finger in the blood, kissing it off her finger. Spencer’s finger twitched, wanting to reach out and lick the blood off her finger of her.
“You went to prison for her.”
“I went to prison because of her.” Spencer corrected. He was trying to keep her calm, knowing what might happen if he pissed her off.
“She was pregnant.”
“You know it wasn’t mine.”
“But you wished it was.” Her voice was quieter. Spencer didn’t respond, a small pause between them, air thick.
“I already had one beautiful daughter with you.” Was his response. He knew that wasn’t good enough for her, but before the conversation could continue, the wood creaking was heard from upstairs.
“Looks like the company has woken up.”
“You knocked out my partner?” Spencer asked, not shocked that she would do that, but more angry at himself that he hadn't known she was there.
“I couldn’t have him interrupting us.” Persephone moved so she was behind Debbie, opening her mouth, exposing her sharp canines.
“What are you doing?” Spencer asked, frozen. He wasn’t actually convinced she was going to drink from her, Debbie being a mere victim, innocent in all of this.
“A parting gift.” She spoke before sinking her teeth into ‘innocent’ little Debbie’s neck, groaning softly as the blood entered her mouth. Spencer was quick to respond, running towards the two, pushing her off before she killed the victim. She smiled at him, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “Remember this, the next time you decide you want to shack up with somebody else.”
She was gone in the blink of an eye, disappearing from the house and him once again. Spencer had to think quickly, grabbing the knife, then made a larger slice in Debbie’s neck to account for the massive blood loss, placing it back next to Mr. Carver.
His own bloodlust was getting stronger as he picked up Debbie, walking her up the stairs, where Luke was, rubbing his head.
“Hey man, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what happened.” Luke came forward, trying to help Spencer with the girl. He pushed him off, telling him to do something else instead.
“It’s fine. We need to call a medic, she’s lost a lot of blood.” Luke pulled out his phone right away calling an ambulance. Spencer waited outside, putting pressure on the wound. It was taking all of his self control to not take a bite into her neck. He could feel her pulse through his fingers and could hear the blood rushing. Her heart was beating fast. When the paramedics finally came, he excused himself from Luke, telling him to call Emily. He walked back into the basement, licking the blood off his hands. He walked around the room, looking for anything that Persephone could have left. He was about to give up when a small glint caught his eye. He walked over picking it up along with the note that was left. It was a simple gold band, similar to the other 55 he already had.
A reminder of what’s coming up. In case you forgot.
He looked at the ring. Always Mine, engraved on the inside. He pocketed the ring and note, heading back upstairs where Luke was waiting outside. Luke started talking, but in his mind was the only woman that makes him scream from frustration to pain to pleasure.
Hey everyone! Sorry I haven’t posted any new updates on Find Our Way Back. A few weeks ago my grandma’s health started declining really fast and she passed away. It’s been really hectic around the house lately and my family and I have been trying to find a new system.
My family’s been coming over a lot and it’s been making things complicated and I haven’t had the time to properly sit down and write. The story will be on hold for a while. I’m thinking around mid August I’ll come back and start uploading again.
