I kept my eyes on Hotch as JJ called us in the conference room to discuss the next case. He'd been acting a little strange lately, I would know. Not only for I had my vampire senses to tell me everything, also because I had strong feelings for the man, the man that was my boss. I didn't like it much, it could never work out because of so many things, but.. god, that man made me feel almost alive. Something I didn't feel very often being dead and all.

Of course, my team didn't know that, they'd sensed the change in me after the case that made me like this, but I kept telling them they didn't need to worry and they couldn't tell what it was, and it wasn't like I was unhealthy are something so now, a year later, they just let it pass.
-

I had my eyes on the unsub, afraid, but I held my gun with my hands tightly, not letting them shake. As he approached me, I couldn't see another option than to fire it. So I did, I fired, the bullet hit him in his chest, and he, he didn't even so much as blink. He came at me faster and I, not that I really believed it, shot at his head in case he head a bulletproof vest. This time, he backed up, the tiniest bit, before his eyes turned red and he seemed to make up his mind.

He lunged at me again, so fast I couldn't even see him until he held me pinned down to the ground, his eyes maybe a centimeter from mine. I swallowed, with great difficulty.

''You think I wanted it this way? I never wanted this, I never wanted to be a monster, to feel the thirst for blood all the fucking time. But if you think I enjoy it, I'll have you experience what it's like!'' he screamed. Next thing that happens, the guy bites down, hard, and Spencer can feel 2 sharp points go straight through his skin, leaving him to scream in pain.

Somewhere between that and having his team by his side, he was unconscious, long enough not to know what happened next, but not long enough to notice the unsub was still there, still alive and the bullet holes had healed. The guy was sitting there, watching him, and Spencer was lost in his rage, he killed the man with his bare hands, with sharpened nails hard as diamond, and fangs to help him.

When the team came, he said he'd found him like that. They didn't seem to believe him at first, but then again, the profile told them he would have attacked him. He did, of course he did, but they didn't know that because his wounds had healed, just like the bullet holes he made in the man lying next to him.
-

JJ showed us the pictures first, the usual routine, before briefing us. There had been several kills in Las Angelos, it seemed like the killings had logic to Spencer, but he couldn't put his finger on why that was. There had been 6 victims so far, all of which had puncture marks on the throats.

''Wheels up in thirty,'' Hotch declared when JJ was done. I nodded and got up, grabbing my suitcase for this case.
-

After the case in which I was turned was closed, I wanted nothing more than to tell them what had happened. But I didn't though, I had been like that for a day, I hardly knew anything about it myself. My logical thinking had provided me with enough information that, considering the eyes, the fangs, and the healing abilities, I was a vampire. But vampires were often described differently each time. I could only guess what was true and what wasn't. And, of course, I could experiment it on myself, but I didn't feel like jumping off a building to see if I would survive it.

I was happy, no more than happy, when I found out I didn't immediately burn up the moment I stepped into the sun. Actually, I felt just fine at first. After a couple of hours it started to give me a head ache though.

That was when I was dehydrated enough to experience the thirst our unsub was talking about for the first time. And believe me, it was a horrible thirst, for a horrible thing. Where did you get blood? Hospitals, yes, but that would be if you needed it, I need it, but I probably would be sent to a mental hospital if I told them I was a vampire in need of blood. I realized I had to kill for it, a realization I didn't like at all. I'd spent the last couple of years hunting killers, and now it would turn me into a killer? That didn't sound like a good idea, but I needed the blood, now.

I started seeing the veins in people, they lured me closer. My instincts, I didn't even know I had these instincts, they told me not to go for the man I was currently watching. Not when I heard someone down in the alley across the street.

I walked down there, careful not to attract attention to me. There was a man in that alleyway, seemingly walking home by taking a shortcut. A fatal shortcut. I sneaked up to him, feeling my fangs fall down. It wasn't the first time, but it still felt strange. My instincts took over and within the second my fangs had pierced his flesh. The blood filled my mouth and.. god, was that delicious. It was rich and full of taste and… so totally perfect. I didn't even realize I was draining the guy until I could no longer taste any blood. I stepped back in fear of what I had done, fear of what I had become.

I was a vampire, a real, blood drinking, killing, dangerous vampire. And I was an FBI agent. Something that, even though it was totally wrong, was a very good combination. I couldn't let anybody know what I did, I had to dispose of the body and make sure no traces of me were on him, and thanks to my work, I knew just how to do both.

After about another month, with 7 new deaths thanks to me, I found a bar. A bar that provided vampires with willing humans, that you could drink from anytime. I no longer had to kill, though that didn't necessarily mean I didn't. Part of me liked the kill, and though it scared me, it also made me feel excited. Especially when I realized I would never be caught anyway, not when I was careful.
-

''Hey pretty boy, we're all waiting for you,'' Morgan called once I had arrived at the plane.

''Glad I'm important enough for you to wait then,'' I joked, stepping in the plane first. Hotch was in already. I smelled a new aftershave on him. It smelt good. I was surprised though, Hotch had never before switched aftershave.

''Good, you're here. New pictures were sent and apparently, the media has gotten a hold of this story.'' I sat down and scanned through the pictured. The hair in my neck stood up when I saw the puncture marks, they seemed like fang marks.

''Oh come on, seriously?'' Prentiss exclaimed once she had taken a look at the pictures.

''What?'' She passed them to Morgan who had the same expression.

''It seems like the unsub believes he's a vampire,'' Rossi informed us.

''Or he's just some wannabe, how stupid would you have to be to actually think that?'' I grinned a little, so I ducked my head when I got a glance. I kept looking at the picture, was it really a vampire? That would be the first time, it wouldn't be easy if it were the case.

''Reid, statistics on vampires?'' Hotch asked, seriously.

''Uhh, there's zero statistics on vampires. Except for the hunts in France of course, but I highly doubt if they're reliable,'' I answered, jokingly.

''Vampire wannabes then?'' Hotch corrected himself.

''Well, it is often mixed with cannibalism. Also, the killing isn't the priority, the blood is. There's not much more I'm afraid,'' Hotch nodded.

We soon landed in Los Angeles, city of the sun, awesome. Not very likely the unsub is a real vampire then, I thought to myself as I followed the others to the police station. JJ did the introductions and Hotch paired us off.

''Hotch, can I go to the morgue?'' I asked when he told me I was with him. He frowned in confusion but nodded anyway.

''Okay, Reid and I'll take the morgue, Morgan, you and Prentiss are going to the latest dumpsite. Rossi and JJ you go through the list of suspects they've already made.'' The local sheriff brought us to the morgue.

''Hello, I'm agent Hotchner, this is Dr. Reid, we're with the FBI,'' Hotch said once we were in the morgue.

''Hi, I suppose you're here for the vampire victims? Here they are,'' He said as he walked us to three bodies.

''I thought there were four bodies found?'' I asked.

''Yes, the last one is still being examined. Now, as to the vampire part of these victims, the bite marks are all the same distance in between and saliva was recovered from it, so if it wasn't a vampire, he definitely took great care to make it look that way,'' I stepped closer, examining the wounds. They were small, which would be consistent with fangs, but they were also neat. These weren't made by a vampire, they wouldn't have been neat like that.

''Was there any blood recovered from the bodies?'' I asked.

''Yes, though most of it was missing,'' I nodded. A vampire wouldn't leave even a single drop behind, this was certainly the work of a wannabe.

''Thank you,'' Hotch said and we walked outside. I grabbed my sunglasses, the sun had been falling harder on me when the first month or so was over, I only needed a few minutes and the head-ache would be there, not to mention my eyes. They hated the light, they were made for dark places.

''What do you think?'' Hotch asked once we reached the car.

''Definitely not a vampire,'' I smiled at him and he showed a little smile back.

''I figured that much.''

''Well, I suppose the unsub wanted us to go on that path. But, he did leave blood behind, like I said, it's about the blood not about the kill, I doubt if he really thinks he's a vampire,'' Hotch thought about that for a while.

''Then he'll just be interested in them?''

''Nah, I believe he'd go through more trouble than that to get all the blood then, he'd want to experience that. I really can't make sense of why there's a vampirist out there that makes such a simple mistake.''
-

A man approached me, a man with dark hair that was really short.

''Hello there, I'm Josef.'' He introduced himself. I panicked, I had checked if anybody else was here before I chased my prey, there was nothing. And yet here was somebody standing, watching me dispose of a dead body. I looked at his eyes.

They were such a light blue that you could barely see them, the same colour my eyes were when I let my fangs glide out without feeding intentions.

''Hi. I'm Spencer.'' I told him, not entirely sure of why he was here.

''You don't have to fear, I won't rat you out. I just want to offer you something, something better than sneaking alleys for a prey,'' he turned and walked away, I followed, but not before I had hidden the body.

''What are you talking about?''

''Well, I run a bar in town, Fangtastic. It's vampires and freshies only, so there's plenty of blood and you don't have to worry about the wrong humans finding out. It's safer, and much more delicious.'' I frowned but followed him anyway, we reached a door. It was between 2 shops, barely noticeable if you weren't paying attention. If you were, you'd probably believe it'd lead up to apartments up.

Well, it didn't. It lead us down until we reached a, indeed, club. There was a guard by the door, and I noticed Joseph was gone.

''Hello sir, we don't allow you in.'' I raised a brow.

''This is not your place to be buddy, you have to have an entrance way or a card from the boss.'' I was just standing there in confusion until I realized I probably needed to show I was a vampire. I let my fangs glide out and my eyes turned into a slightly dark blue, since I just fed.

''Oh, we're sorry sir, we didn't know.'' They opened the door for me to go through and I walked in. I noticed a lot of people with fangs and light blue eyes. In between were people with normal teeth and normal eyes. There was a more 'private' part to my left where I could clearly see vampires biting and drinking from humans that seemed to be willing. On the other side was a typical club. Even though I just fed, I couldn't help but feel hungry again as I watched those vampires feed. I walked in, to the bar. There was a pricelist, but I didn't want anything, I just sat there until a black haired woman came up to me, not a minute later.

''Hey sexy, wanna take the bite?'' she asked. She held out her wrist and I could see faint scars of previous bite marks. I didn't care though, I was bi enough to see this girl as sexy and delicious. That was the first time I had a willing victim.
-

Hotch and I arrived at the police station. I was marking the map with dumpsites. After that I checked out the city itself. I had Garcia track down possible goth clubs and such. After we discussed our findings with each other my phone rang.

''Hey my baby, so I checked out everything and here's a list of possible leads. There's one club there that I'm not sure about, it seems very secretive. It's called Fangtastic.'' My head shot up immediately, and Morgan noticed.

''What?''

''That certainly sounds vampire related.'' I just said, voice as stable as possible. JJ rolled her eyes at me.

''Okay thanks Garcia.'' Hotch looked at the list, there were four names on it.

''Okay, Morgan and Reid, you go to this Fangtastic. Prentiss and Rossi take Club Valyss and JJ and I will take the occult shop. We'll cover the other one later.'' We nodded and moved out. Why did I have to go to Fangtastic? I had know there were more of them spread across the U.S. even in Canada and the western part of Europe, but I hadn't expected this.

''What's up pretty boy?'' Morgan asked once we got out of the car.

''Mmh? Nothing.''

''Of course, come on,'' he said and walked in the door. It was the same as the hometown one, leading downwards to two guards.

''You're not welcome here.'' They said.

''We're with the FBI,'' Morgan pulled out his badge while I let my eyes change colour and back, hopefully they'd understand to have everybody in there warned. One of them nodded, looking at me so I supposed he did.

''Of course, you come on, I'll get the boss first. He's in town at the moment anyway.'' I nodded and took the man's name as a precaution to grant them time. By then Morgan was impatient and walked in without waiting for me. I let out a silent sigh of relief when I saw there were no biting activities and no fangs. We were escorted to one of the rooms in the back, the completely private rooms that normally had to be paid for.

''Oh hey Spence, hadn't expected you here. Why are you here?'' He asked when he spotted Morgan behind me.

''You know each other?''

''Uh, yeah, he's an old friend of mine, and we're here because dead bodies were found, drained of most of their blood and had puncture wounds in the neck, very similar to fang marks.'' I said, instantly providing him with enough to form the conclusion it wasn't a real vampire.

''Well, we try not to participate in violence, we kick people out when they do and when they repeat it enough we'll ban them.''

''Do you have a list of those people.''

''Yes, but I'm afraid I can't give it to you without a warrant, we provide our customers with privacy.''

''I'll check this place out for a little while,'' Morgan told me.

''Most names on that list are vampires,'' Josef told me as soon as Morgan left. ''We cannot let the humans find out about our existence, I barely survived that the first time.''

''I know. It's a complicated case. Do you know who could have done this?''

''It wasn't a real vampire, right?'' I nodded, glad he'd gotten the hint. ''Well, the humans here are in control, they wouldn't do that, but I can try and get a list of turned down humans or kicked out. We just don't keep record of that as well as vampires, because we usually glamour them not to come back, there's no need to remember them.''

''I'd be very happy if you could give me this list, I don't want the humans to find out either. Though of course it would be easy if we didn't have to hide anymore.'' Josef raised a brow

''Just get this thing solved, quickly. If vampires are what people have in mind, vampire is what they start to notice.''

''Yes, sir,'' I saluted.

Will Reid manage to solve this case without people finding out about vampires? We'll see, in the next chapter.

A/N: So this is my first Reid/Hotch fic, I hope you like it x3 Reactions make bitches like me happy x3..

Oh and also, this will probably be the only chapter with flashbacks, I think I covered the background story, at least, far enough J I'm lame, blame my parents, they made me this way..