Warnings/Tags: Alternate Universe, Vampires, Supernatural Elements, Compulsion, Blood Drinking, Abduction, Past Lives, Vamp!Aaron, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Graphic Sexual Content, Slash, Bondage, Blood as Lube, Rough Sex, Vampire Sex, Biting, Edging, Mental/Psychic Coercion, Some Violent and Disturbing Imagery, Vamp!Spencer, Controlling Aaron, Possessive Aaron, Manipulative Aaron, Aaron's Not a Nice Guy, Bad Language

Rating: EXPLICIT

Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid, Spencer Reid/Remy LeBeau

Criminal Minds, Fright Night, X-Men

I got the idea for this story while listening to Come To Me by Brad Fiedel. It's from the original Fright Night movie (1985), which is awesome, and I would highly recommend listening to it while reading or before. It's dark, and eerie, and sensual...everything a good vampire song should be. Like I said, the song is the inspiration for this story. Also, the chapter names are lyrics from the song. ;)

Chapter One

I Can Show You The World In A Different Light

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"Alone. Yes, that's the key word, the most awful word in the English tongue. Murder doesn't hold a candle to it and hell is only a poor synonym."

- Stephen King

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The club was busy. Techno music shook the mirrored walls and laser lights filled the space around the heaving dance floor. The air was hazy from excessive use of a fog machine, more so on the lower level; the second floor overlooking the dance area was pretty clear and smoke free. That's where Aaron had perched himself, the position giving him a perfect vantage point to scan the mass of people below. This was the perfect environment for a hunter. The place was brimming with lowered inhibitions, sluggish reaction times and intoxicated minds. That's not why he was there, though….at least not exactly. He was hunting something specific, or someone specific….and very, very special.

There were people all around him, milling about as he stood at the railing. Every so often a woman—or a man—would come up to him, flaunting themselves and trying to win his affections. If it had been any other night, coming up to him would have been the last mistake they'd ever made, but he had other plans so he'd simply compelled them to go away.

He let his eyes scan over the crowd below, searching with all his senses. The lights flashed and the music blared, but he blocked it all out of his mind. He'd followed something here….a specific scent, familiar and sweet and enchanting. It was a smell he hadn't discerned in such a very long time, and it was something he never thought he'd experience again. Not after Slovakia, not after Felix, and certainly not after he'd spent centuries alone.

He hadn't always been Aaron Hotchner, obviously. Living an exceptionally long life meant you had to reinvent yourself now and then, you had to move on….otherwise people had a tendency to become suspicious and cause problems. No, back then, he had been known as Lucian Dimil, a rather wealthy Lord. Felix had been his servant, at least to begin with. But the boy had captivated Lucian and the care he felt for him had turned into something much more. But a vampire in love with a human was a dangerous thing. He had enemies, and those enemies had discovered his love for the boy, and in doing so they'd found his only weakness.

Lucian had refused to turn Felix into a monster and he ended up paying the ultimate price for that decision when he was forced to watch his love burn. He'd gotten his revenge, of course. He'd murdered everyone responsible for the death of his darling boy, including their families and any descendants he could find over the next two hundred years. Looking back on it now, he realized it may have been a bit excessive. If he had it to do all over again, he would have turned Felix when the boy had asked him to. He would have made him strong, and powerful, and eternal. He'd let morals get in the way back then, but he wouldn't make that mistake again. After all, he'd abandoned all morals long ago. No….he'd followed the scent, Felix's scent, into this club and if by some miracle his love was here he would ensure they'd be together again; and this time, it would be forever.

He continued to track the rippling crowd, unsure of what or who he was looking for. That's when his eyes grazed over a boy in the middle of the throng, long golden brown curls, milky white skin and a familiar lithe body….he felt like he knew that body better than he knew his own. He deeply inhaled and that faint, sweet scent filled his mind.

The boy's back was to Aaron and he was dancing with another man, an older man. He was tall and lean with long dark hair that fell to the middle of his back. He was dressed in black jeans and a dark long sleeved shirt, and he wore sunglasses indoors, which Aaron found rather peculiar. The young man, it seemed, had a peculiar taste in clothing as well. The boy was dressed in a pair of dark brown slacks and a violet dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The look was messy, the shirt untucked and the pants just a little too loose on his small frame.

The kid held tight to his partner, his long arms wrapped around the older man's neck, keeping him close. Aaron knew what it felt like to have those arms around him, what it felt like to be surrounded by that sinuous body…. His entire being screamed at him to take the boy right then and there. He longed to get him away from this other man, to taste the sweetness he knew was waiting just below the skin of that graceful neck. His gums ached at the thought and he felt a possessive growl rumble up from his chest. No one deserved to touch that exquisite creature but him.

Aaron watched them until the music stopped and the couple moved over to a nearby table along the periphery of the dance floor. The boy turned to sit down, and that's when he finally saw his face. If he'd needed to breathe, the air would have been knocked right out of him. The slight scent he'd followed here hit him full on as his eyes fell upon gorgeous hazel ones. Aaron hadn't seen those eyes in five hundred years. Those pouty, pink lips….porcelain skin….sharp cheekbones….that tiny dimple in the middle of his chin. Seeing him was like stepping back in time. This boy was the spitting image of his Felix—or rather, he was Felix, reincarnated. The resemblance was uncanny; his smell, the way he moved….it was all too much to be a coincidence.

The boy glanced up to the second floor and briefly smiled at Aaron, their eyes meeting for just an instant. He was so innocent and naïve and completely clueless to the danger he was currently in. Aaron was a hunter, after all, and he watched as his prey quickly shifted his gaze to his companion. The vampire narrowed his eyes and listened as the older man whispered into the kid's ear, a thick Cajun accent wafting through the air. He heard a name….Spencer. It seemed this boy, his Felix, was now called Spencer.

"Spencer…" he breathed to himself, savoring how the name rolled off his tongue and filled the space around him. Aaron focused his eyes and watched the older man turn, noticing a glint of red over the top of his shades. Very curious….

The Cajun moved toward the bar, leaving his lover alone, and that's when Aaron also moved. He fluidly made his way down the stairs to the first level, his eyes never leaving the captivating boy. He positioned himself directly across from him, on the other side of the dance floor. Leaning against the wall, he waited for the young man to make eye contact once again. He knew it would happen. The kid would soon feel eyes on him and begin to look around nervously. He'd fidget with his clothing, tuck his curls behind his ear, and chew on his bottom lip. He'd do all the things Felix used to do when he'd feel Lucian staring at him. Aaron knew this boy, this Spencer. He and Felix, they were one and the same.

When it happened, he let out a soft chuckle and licked his lips in expectation. The kid began to search the crowd anxiously, big doe eyes darting nervously in every direction. Aaron could hear Spencer's heart begin to flutter a little faster as he chewed on that luscious bottom lip of his. He could smell the faint scent of sweat mixing with the intoxicating aroma that was purely this boy, his boy, his….Spencer.

He sent out a pulse from his mind to Spencer's. Look at me. Immediately, those amazing eyes met Aaron's and he locked them together, prohibiting the boy from turning away. He heard Spencer's breath hitch from across the room and that anxious flutter in his chest intensified. Come to me, the vampire sweetly commanded and Spencer immediately rose from his chair. Aaron never moved, but his eyes pulled the boy closer, his mind singing to him like a siren. He loved this dance they were doing, it was arcane and primal and ancient. It was the hunter versus the prey, life versus death. But even more so in that moment, it was carnal….and animalistic….and erotic, and it was just the beginning.

Spencer stopped right in front of Aaron, and his hazel eyes silently cried out in bewilderment as they continued to stare into the older man's. The boy was frozen there, trapped and unable to move or look away. Aaron kept him transfixed in that moment, and he heard the beat of the boy's heart grow louder as he began to tremble. Spencer was afraid, his mind was screaming at him to run and Aaron could sense it all. He could also feel the boy's confusion; he had no idea why he was over there or why he couldn't force himself to leave. Slowly, Aaron brought one slender finger up to Spencer's flushed cheek and he whimpered at the contact, his brows furrowing and his breath shuddering in his chest. The vampire smiled at him as he gently ran one sharp nail down the soft contours of Spencer's face. Still holding him there with his eyes, Aaron gently whispered, "Shhh. Don't be frightened, Spencer."

"How…" Spencer's voice broke and he shivered as he fought to get the words out, "H-How do you know my name?" His lip quivered and Aaron brought his thumb up to still the movement. Spencer's body tensed, his breath hitched and his lips parted. Aaron's index and middle fingers landed over the boy's pulse point while his thumb slowly brushed across that bottom lip, tempting him. He wanted to stick his thumb in that delicious mouth and watch the boy suck him; but that would come later….

Aaron listened to Spencer's blood pumping and savored the feel of it under his fingers. He could practically taste the kid, and his gums ached again as he felt his fangs begin to descend. He let another smile grace his lips as he slowly lowered his head and met Spencer's still quivering ones in a soft kiss. He could still feel Spencer's fear, so he reached into his mind. Give in to me, Spencer. Don't fight. Trust me. Just…let….go…. He gripped the boy's upper arms and pulled him close to his chest, deepening the embrace along the way. Spencer's body began to relax and he opened up to the vampire as he let out a beautiful moan. Aaron took that sinful bottom lip and sucked it into his mouth until he couldn't hold on any longer, then he bit down. Spencer hissed at the pain and tried to back away, but Aaron's grip held firm as he spoke into his mind a little more forcefully. You don't feel anything, Spencer. Just give yourself to me. He felt it the instant Spencer's body became pliant and obedient; it was the same moment his mind became foggy, causing the boy to relax back into Aaron's arms with a whimper at the silent command.

Once Spencer had settled and could no longer feel the pain, Aaron drank. The rush was instant. Spencer's blood was the most glorious thing he'd tasted in centuries. It was rich and sweet, smooth like honey, and it sent heat straight down to his groin. His eyes burned a brilliant yellow rimmed with fiery red as he fought the beast within—and all of its urges. He wanted to break away from the boy's mouth and sink his teeth deep into that supple neck. He wanted to get lost in Spencer's essence, drink in his power, drain his life. He wanted to throw him to the ground, spread him wide and fuck that tight little body right there. And oh the sounds Aaron could draw out of that mouth….

All of that would have to wait, though. Right now there were more pressing concerns. He needed to get Spencer out of there; his companion, that Cajun, was moving back toward their table with drinks in hand.

He let go of Spencer's lip and looked him in the eyes. The young man stared right back at him; he was dazed, half-lidded hazel eyes were glazed over, blood was dripping from his open mouth and he was panting heavily. It was a fucking gorgeous sight and Aaron couldn't help the smile that curved his lips. He bowed his head closer to Spencer and crooned, "Come home with me." Spencer's eyes suddenly appeared to wake up from the haze they'd been in; something had drawn him back into slight awareness. There was a flash of a thought in his mind that had Aaron questioning his hold on the boy.

"Rem—Remy…." Spencer gasped, struggling to speak. He didn't try to move away, but his eyes held a hesitance Aaron wasn't used to seeing in someone under his compulsion. He softly laughed when he realized Spencer was trying to fight his hold over his mind, the stubborn boy….

Abruptly, Spencer broke eye contact and turned his head to the side, looking directly into the floor to ceiling wall of mirrors. Aaron watched and grinned as Spencer's eyes grew wide and his heart began to race once again. The boy gasped and quickly looked back to him, his mouth agape as fear radiated off him and straight into Aaron's mind. The vampire's eyes narrowed in on the young man as he hysterically stuttered, "You—You're—You're not there? Wh-What are you?"

Aaron brought his hand up to cup Spencer's cheek and purred, "What do you want me to be, my darling boy?" Spencer instantly melted at his words, his eyes glazing over again while his hazy mind screamed for him to just give in. His legs weakened and his body fell forward against Aaron's chest, and the vampire held him there. They were once again face to face, eyes locked together. Aaron flicked his tongue out and licked a trickle of blood off Spencer's bottom lip, then bared his teeth and growled as the hunger took over for just a moment. He watched for a reaction from the boy, any sign of fear or trepidation, but found none. Spencer didn't move, he didn't flinch away; he was completely transfixed, lost in the vampire's fiery eyes….and that's when Aaron knew he truly had him. He let a predatory smile curve his lips as he ran his tongue over a sharp fang, tingling with anticipation for what was soon to come.

Spencer's breathing became shallow and he tried to speak, "What—"

"Shhh, sweet boy," Aaron whispered as he brought his hand back up to the young man's lips to silence him. Once he had quieted, Aaron moved his hand through silky chestnut locks until he met Spencer's hairline; then curled his hand around the back of the boy's neck and reached into his mind once more. Sleep now, Spencer.

Spencer immediately obeyed the command. His mind shut down, his eyes fluttered closed and his body fell completely limp in the vampire's arms. Aaron looked down at the peaceful, sleeping face of his Felix and smirked as he effortlessly picked the boy up and carried him bridal style out of the club, leaving a clueless and frantic Remy LeBeau in his wake.

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