It all started the summer of 1911, Maxim Reskonov a Russian citizen was celebrating his 25th birthday on a boat in the middle of the arctic ocean with his parents, his wife, and his 3 year old daughter Nadia. They were looking to make a new life in the United States. Maxim was a brilliant scholar and had been invited to study at Harvard.
After Maxim's family had settled in Cambridge, 2 weeks after their boat trip, Maxim began to study at Harvard. One fateful night would change the young Russian's life forever. He had just finished attending a lecture on modern mathematics, when he began his 6 mile trek back to the small Russian village his family lived in. For some odd reason he felt like someone was following him, he was genuinely paranoid. This continued for the next 4 months, Maxim's paranoia was getting unbearable. One night he had a enough.
"Who is there?" he shouted at no one in particular. A dark figure emerged from the shadow, the man was tall about 6'5 a few inches taller than Maxim. His pale skin almost reflected the moonlight, that wasn't the strangest part, he had glowing eyes, you could see his eyes even when the rest of his face was emerged in the shadows.
"You've been watching me" Maxim inquired accusingly.
"Indeed" the man replied revealing a thick London accent, he then stepped out of the safety of the shadows revealing his deep red eyes. The rest of his face was spectacular, he had dark circles under his eyes that only highlighted his exquisite cheek bones and chiseled jaw.
"But.. Why?" Maxim asked.
"I think your perfect, you have all of the qualifications needed and frankly I like you" he said not specifying what he meant.
"Perfect for what?" Maxim asked confused.
The man brushed off the question and continued "Maxim have you ever heard of the Romanian legends of a man who stays nourished by the consumption of human blood?"
"How do you know my name?"
"Not important, just answer the question." the man persists.
"Yes, of course, I have heard of those legends, Count Dracula was his name"
"Right you are, You are a very smart guy, a man of science. But how would you react if I told you that, that story isn't a legend it's fact"
"I'd say you're a lunatic" Maxim replied.
"But it is true, and I can prove it" The man said walking up behind Maxim.
"I never did get your name" Maxim said trying to change the topic.
"It's Andrew" he said. Then it happened. Maxim felt a sharp pain in his necked and screamed out in pain. Then he passed out.
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Reid's P.O.V.
"Miami, 3 dead bodies" Garcia spoke. Spencer couldn't focus his splitting head ache prevented him from that. The briefing continued for about 10 more minutes, but it felt like a lifetime to Spencer. Every word spoken or noise made seemed to make the pain even more excruciating, just when he thought it wasn't possible, the pain got worse. He had gone to the doctor earlier that day, it even risked the exclusivity of his secret. It's been almost 100 years since his rebirth and not once has this happened to him. Though Spencer still had human problems,like colds and other small sicknesses, that usually happened when he was thirsty. It couldn't be that Spencer's last meal was not even 3 weeks ago. He could go at least a year and a half without a "meal", he is a vampire, and what he means by "meal" is killing or turning an innocent human.
His original name was Maxim Reskonov. He is now S.S.A. Dr. Spencer Reid, when Andrew took over the empire in 1923, he set rules in place. You must change your identity every 20 years, or you will be "executed", which meant being burnt until you have to heal cell by cell until you recover. From 1923 - 1943 he was Fredrick Williamson a pharmacist from Chicago. In 1943 - 1963 he was Steven Sharpe an actor from Orlando. In 1963 - 1983 he was Kyle Hastings a politician from New York. In 1983 - 2003 he was Liam Raferty a CIA agent from Boston,and that's when he fell in love with law enforcement and became, Dr. Spencer Reid. His family had all died before they knew his secret, except for Nadia. She was turned by another vampire who had vendetta against "Fredrick Williamson", she was 25.
"Reid!" Morgan shouted interrupting his train of thought and making his headache even worse.
"What?" Spencer grimaced.
"Are you coming? Hotch said plane up in 10"
"Yeah sorry, just thinking" Spencer apologized.
"Come on kid let's go" Morgan said smiling at Reid. His smile some how made Reid's headache even worse.