Fredrick Williamson walked down the cold and dark streets of Chicago. The empire was using a mob as their cover this 20 years. The prohibition was going on, they owned an illegal club. This club maybe seem sinister on the outside, it was even more sinister on the inside. He walked in the club dodging drunk patrons and finding his way to the back. Spencer followed the empire, where Andrew went he went. He walked back into the strategy room, where him in Andrew met every time there was an emergency. The room consisted of a round dark brown oak table, brilliantly detailed. Surrounded by wooden chairs with velvet cushioning and exquisite gold detailing. The walls were painted deep red and the room was lit by strategically placed torches around the room. Freddie sat down at one of the chairs and looked right up at his boss Andrew.

"Nice to see you Freddie" the English vampire greeted.

"Andrew" Freddie said in acknowledgement.

"How's the drug selling going?" Andrew said poking fun at his day job at the pharmacy.

"It's great, thank you" he replied condescendingly, rolling his eyes.

"Well as you know I turned you so you could help me with my strategies and to carry out my defenses" Andrew reminded like he had several times before. Always the same story over and over to get Freddie to comply. It's not like he had anyone else to sell his services to.

"Yes I had forgotten since the last time you said it, wasn't it yesterday, you seem to forget about my perfect memory. Sometimes you can be so dense" Freddie replied sarcastically.

"Don't be sarcastic my pet it doesn't suit you, you also know I have a flair for the dramatic. Seems like you forgot that one now dear" It's true Andrew had a definite flair for the dramatic as he was dressed head to toe in fur jacket with a tuxedo underneath.

"Anyways... What do you have for me?" Freddie asked about his assignment. It'd been a while since Freddie had gotten an assignment. Freddie is what you call the big guns, the empire secret weapon. He is incredibly strong, his muscle was discrete. "Scrawny" might be the word to describe it. Under his day clothes Freddie had an incredibly defined 6-pack, his arms were small but laced with lean muscle. Though his physique is incredible his mind was even sharper, smarter than Einstein people would say.

"Her name is Dorothea she's a rogue vampire." Andrew said.

"She.. interesting" Freddie replied.

"Yes a she, and she seems to be building a 'She' vampire army"

"We don't condone female vampires, where did she come from?" Freddie pondered why the didn't have female vampires. It's because not only do they get the perks of vampirism, they get more magic than male vampires could ever dream of. Sure Spencer had enough magic to get by. The ladies were beyond powerful, to powerful to control.

"Every once and a while a vampire has... um... "relations" with a human. Well you know how babies are made Freddie, same way. She was born a vampire" Andrew replied.

"Who is her father?"

"Me I am" Andrew replied.

"What? Andrew why didn't you tell me?" Freddie questioned. He knew why, it was more a rhetorical question than anything. If people knew he would be deemed unfit to rule the empire.

"You are one of my closest associates if not the closest. But she's my dirty little secret. I've haven't told anyone."

"Well.. Do you have a location?" Freddie was gonna hunt this girl down, he couldn't let the best thing or person that happened to this empire be dethroned. Andrew was his best friend, and best friends do this for best friends.

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Spencer Reid walked onto the BAU's jet. What he knew about this case, 3 dead people, Miami, and organs in bowls. Spencer was sick, at least he had a reason to be a sick son of a bitch. These people do it for what? Just because they can. Spencer was reading some books the team handed him about some sub-African Yoruban religion called, pallo. He couldn't focus on his reading though because of his splitting headache.

"Reid!" Morgan called out, he seemed a little annoyed with his younger counterpart today.

"Hmm" Reid acknowledged, still trying to focus on his reading. He seriously needed an adderall or something.

"Did you find anything in the books?" Morgan asked.

"No, I'm still looking" Reid said rubbing his eyes to ease the pain a little. He got up hoping to gain some quiet by the restrooms.

"Is the line for coffee?" Seaver asked. Or as Spencer like to call her generic brand JJ.

"No, sorry. Do you know what the weather in Miami is like?"

"No but my guess is 75 and sunny" she answered his question.

"Okay thanks" It was more a rhetorical question than anything. He knew what the weather was like, he was dreading it too. He'd never had a sensitivity to bright light and noise until now. He felt his phone buzz in his pants, he looked at the caller ID ... Andrew.

"Hello?" Spencer picked up the phone, hoping to god that the team wouldn't hear him.

"Why are you whispering?" Andrew asked obnoxiously.

"My other team is right behind me, we're flying to Miami"

"You mean your fake team, gotcha" Andrew sneered, he was jealous of the BAU. He hated that Spencer was part of team and that they were so close, Spencer was his best friend not theirs.

"What do you want, man?" Spencer whispered. Slightly annoyed with Andrew's childish behavior.

"I heard you went to human doctor today, about headaches, just a quick question. Do your headaches get worse with exposure to sunlight and noise?" Andrew asked.

"Yes how did you know?" Spencer already knew how Andrew knew, Andrew knows everything about being a vampire.

"I've experienced the same thing, it's called sun sickness. It'll pass in a few days it happens to older vampires, usually around the 100 mark, I'm 903 I've had it plenty of times" Andrew informed him.

"Do you know how to make it go away faster?" Spencer prayed he knew the answer because this was excruciating.

"Just stay out of the sun kid" Andrew said and then hung up. That's not option especially