Ok so I've been just going crazy from afar over the vampire stuff you're laying down and I know it's all very Hotchreid but as a Mortch girl can we talk about how Morgan would just be the most incredible Blade-esque leather jacket wearing, motorcycle riding badass vampire? And of course in my mind he's got Hotch in his pocket because Mortch, but just...Morgan. PLEASE I'M DYING OVER HERE.
Okay so- I legit screamed when I saw that you messaged me. My husband was concerned for like a solid 5 seconds. He did not understand my ramblings of, "OH MY GOD MASTERWORDS SENT ME A MORTCH ASK-"
Okay so like, YES. YOU have converted me into a lowkey Mortch girl myself! I freaking ADORE your Mortch fics (and every fic you've ever written, ever). But like, holy shit.
Morgan left Chicago PD after being turned into a Vampire. How could he pretend to be a good guy when clearly he's been forcefully transformed into something evil? He takes to the road, afraid of making connections, of making friends, because he knows that all it'll take is one wrong move, one day too long to feed, and he can end someone's life (the first time it happened, he awoke covered in someone else's blood, with no memory of what happened).
But he ends up in Virginia. He pulls up to a gas station, topping off his bike and getting some energy drinks for the road (hey, Vampires can still enjoy real food too, you know). And he spots this tall, dark, and handsome man in the candy aisle, crouching down to a young boys eye level as they pick out some candy together. His enhanced hearing picks up on the man's baritone voice, a deep rumble that makes his heart rate pick up when the other man laughs at something his son says.
And he knows he's in trouble.