A/N: I will update In the Face of Evil as soon as I can. I'm just throwing out random fanfiction ideas on here. I really wish there were more Hotch stories on this site. If I continue this story, though, it will contain all of the cast. I won't make this into Prentiss and Hotch only. Thanks for taking the interest to read this. And yes, I realize I'm making Hotch into a bad guy in these stories but he is my favorite character - I'm not bashing him.

Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds.

Warnings: This is a vampire alternate universe, this will be Hotch and Prentiss pairing, there will most likely be OOC because of the AU, there might be typos and grammar problems and cursing. This will be team-centric. Beware of these warnings.

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Good Guys and Monsters

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Summary:

Vampire AU: He stared her down, defiance burning in his eyes. "I'm not going to pull the trigger," he said gently, "but only if you do as I say." She nodded. "Run, Prentiss." Then, slowly, he released his hold on her. Hotch/Prentiss. Team-centric.

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Preface

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August 2001.

He watched her closely, carefully – as if trying to gauge her every little movement.

Prentiss could see the defiance burning in his eyes. She licked her lips. "You got me, it seems," she tried for conversation. "It takes a lot to outwit a profiler, you know."

He shrugged. "It wasn't so hard," he spoke softly. He fell back into silence.

Prentiss needed to keep him speaking. She pressed on. "But it is. You must have planned this for weeks, maybe even months," she said, feigning excitement.

He frowned. "I didn't plan anything." He stared at her – now she could see the annoyance in the dark orbs. He edged closer to her. "You were becoming a nuisance I had to take care of."

Prentiss tried to press back into the chair. "How was I becoming a nuisance? I didn't even know you killed those people at the time." She wondered when she would cross the line.

That seemed to set him back a little – he furrowed his brows in apparent confusion. "You didn't know then," he muttered. Then, he got up. "But you do now." He started to smile at her – bitter, cold.

He walked behind her. Prentiss tried to suppress the urge to turn. "What are you doing?"

She felt his fingers caress her hair. He leaned over her – his shadow engulfing her. "I have a gun with me, Prentiss," he admitted calmly.

Prentiss felt the familiar jab of cold metal touch the back of her neck.

Fear rushed up her spine.

"I won't press down on the trigger," he said gently, "but only if you do as I say."

She tried to hold back a shiver. "What do you want?"

He was silent for a moment – contemplating. "I want you to run, Prentiss. I want you to get as far away from here as you can and never look back. I want you to forget about this – forget about me."

"I can't do that," she said as evenly as she could.

The gun was pressed further into her skin. "Don't scream. Don't make a sound. Just run." His voice was menacing, dangerous.

Prentiss gulped down the bile rising up her throat. "You can just shoot me here. Why let me go?"

He didn't reply. Instead, she felt his hand ghost over her arms. Then, it drifted to rest on the rope binding her wrists together. Slowly, the man untied them. "Because I can."

"That's not a good reason," she said. "I know you're a murderer now. What's to stop me from pursuing you?"

He sighed and crouched down to take care of her ankles, "You can chase me all you want, Prentiss," he met her eyes, "but you can't stop me."

Prentiss willed herself to stare him down. "What makes you think I can't?"

He gave her a bitter smile. "Because no one has yet." He then released the final rope that bound her to the chair and two things happened all at once – things that Prentiss would never forget.

She made to stand up quickly but he was faster – he grabbed her wrists tightly, letting his nails dig into her flesh. "What the hell are you doing?"

She tried to squirm out of his grasp but his grip was that of steel.

"What the hell were you going to do?" he asked back smoothly.

He was suddenly in her face – his breath mixing with her own. Prentiss continued to struggle.

However, what he said next stopped her cold. "Tell me, do you believe in vampires?" She looked at him, eyes wide.

Fear started to sink in now.

He smiled widely at her – showing elongated fangs. "Now will you run, Prentiss?"

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