„Tell me your design, tell me who you are". Will said to the class, giving them something to think about, hoping they can put their thoughts on paper and that it would be acceptable for grading. He's quite tired of reading the same dry formulas almost copied straight from some of the easy accessible and unfortunately, pretty lousy books on psychology.
He would know something about it being the one teaching the future FBI agents how to profile criminals. Himself being one of the most efficient criminal profilers on FBI payroll some time ago, but deemed too unstable to actually become a regular agent. Not that they knew that he had manipulated that test on purpose.
Will had smelt one of them, Jack Crawford, the head of BAU located here at Quantico, heading towards the omega's classroom at a rapid pace. He's not here for one of the trainees that's sure. While not the worst batch Will taught, they weren't the brightest either.
While he was focusing on his thoughts the after mentioned alpha was quick to appear in his peripheral vision, standing near the doorway, but not stepping closer. He must've timed his entrance close to the end of my class, Will thought with mirth, too bad we're running a little late.
He already guessed the reason for Crawford's visit. They haven't really been acquainted, so it's definitely not a social call. That leaves work. And the most recent case was a string of 'abductions' all over the country. It attracted a lot of public attention considering the fact, that the abducted girls were young, pretty and of course no one knew if they were still alive, except Will that is.
The omega ended the class and without further thought to Crawford, who was clearly seeking his attention, started putting his materials back into his bag.
"Mr. Graham" says Jack having already moved close to his desk. He sees some lingering students who wanted to talk to him about the assignment or are just curious about the agent, but after a glare from Crawford they quickly flee from his classroom. Will puts his glasses on, they're not prescription, but rather serving as a barrier form the outside world, mainly people.
The alpha clearly doesn't like the inattention to his person and brings his body even closer to the teacher. "Special Agent Jack Crawford" he offers his hand in a handshake which Will reciprocates still not looking into the alphas eyes.
"We've met" Will says and starts packing his bag at an even faster rate than before. His omega instincts telling me to flee from this alpha, but can't without seeming suspicious. I have to play the good little omega who can't be seen fleeing from the 'good' alpha.
"I won't beat around the bush, I've heard you can empathize with narcissists and sociopaths" the agent says, thinking he can convince Will to do something he doesn't want to by releasing his alpha pheromones. Unfortunately for him I can easily overthrow his pathetic biological 'influence'.
"I can empathize with anybody, it's less to do with a personality disorder than an active imagination" the omega says with bite, and tilts his head a little to slide so his glasses down to block Jack's searching eyes. He can feel Crawford's amusement and see his hand reaching out to his face. No, no, no…don't you dare! However his mental plight goes unanswered as the alpha thinks he has all the power in their 'conversation' and Will cannot do anything but try to flinch away.
"May I?" he asks and without waiting for the answer pushes the glasses making the omega meet his eyes. Oh, how I want to rip them from his stupid face.
"Can I borrow your imagination?" and here it is, I knew that he would come looking for me since I've heard about the first 'kidnapped' girl.
All very mall of America with their pale skin and long, dark hair. Of course he comes, since his little protégé Miriam Lass disappeared he has to search for a new hound to track his killers.
It is tempting to feel the rush from the kills without dirtying his own hands, not that he doesn't like to do the deed himself but lately he just feels like he lacks an audience, someone who will see the same beauty that he does. A companion, a mate his mind whispers, but he hasn't met one compatible enough, deserving enough. Because there is what to deserve, Will being what he is could be picky about his choice but there is a serious lack of alphas that can reach his high standards.
"Eight girls abducted from eight different campuses" Jack drones on "Eight? I thought there were seven" Will interrupted him. "There were." He says pleased to hear the fake shock in the profilers voice, not that he knows better.
"When did you tag the eight?" the omega asks pretending to be interested. Please, if he took seven it was just a matter of time till he killed the eight. Oh yes he kills them and then eats them because he can't kill his golden ticket yet, his daughter going away to college and leaving her cannibal daddy home alone, how sad.
What everyone thinks is that every omega is compelled by his or her biology to be submissive, compassionate and kind to all, especially their own offspring. That is not the case. At least with Will. He is different, always was.
His parents were both betas and completely normal, at least his father. His mother left them when Will was about 3 years old and she never tried contacting them. In his thirty years on this earth he never met another like him.
More in control of his own instincts with considerably stronger sense of smell, which he sometimes abhorred. Especially being in the range of Mrs. Marlowe perfume. A little stronger and faster than average, having seemingly faster healing rate. Not that anyone knew, except his father.
All this advantages and yet he wasn't content. More in control, but still feeling the need. The need to find a suitable mate. He was considered an omega spinster already. The regular omegas take pride in being desirable and usually mate quickly, most commonly between ages 16 and 24. This makes him less attractive to the alphas that are looking for a very young and easily submitable mate. Will looks younger than his actual age and is scarily often mistaken for one of his students, but that particular kind of alpha quickly backs off after learning his age.
"About three minutes before I walked into your lecture hall" the alpha answers looking for a reaction. Not to disappoint Will puts a look of shock on his face with a pinch of fear in it for good measure, like I'd fear for the girls life.