Please forgive the Cajun accent...


Chapter Three

Give Your Soul To The Night

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"What de fuck have y' done wit' Spencer!?"

Aaron smiled at the irate man sitting on the floor before him, hands tied behind his back and blood dripping down the side of his neck. And those eyes….they were quite intriguing. He had never seen anything quite like them. One might say they were the Devil's eyes, except Aaron knew he wasn't a devil. He was just a man—well, slightly more—but still just desperate to find his lost little lamb….the lamb he'd left all alone. Spencer had been ripe for the taking, and Aaron had snatched him right out from under the Cajun's nose. If he couldn't keep track of his things, he didn't deserve to have them. Spencer was Aaron's now, and very soon this Remy character would understand that with stark clarity.

After he had left the boy to sleep, he'd gone back to the club. The Cajun had already departed, of course; Aaron hadn't expected him to still be there after Spencer went missing. No, he'd gone to the club to follow the other man's scent, to track him. When he'd found him, the Cajun had been deeply distraught and sick with worry. He'd allowed fear and grief to cloud his mind and impair his judgement, and that had made it so easy for Aaron to draw him into the alley and get him alone. All he'd had to do was breathe Spencer's beautiful name and Remy LeBeau had been right up in his face, his red and black eyes glowing with rage and looking for a fight. It would have been a terrifying sight for anyone else, but Aaron had seen worse….Aaron was worse….

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"What de hell do y' know about Spencer?!"

Aaron looked into those fascinating eyes as he taunted the man, "Well, I know you can't help him now." He grinned when he saw horror flash across the Cajun's features. "I'm sure you're used to protecting him," Aaron coldly provoked, "but you royally fucked that up tonight, didn't you?"

Remy grabbed Aaron's shirt collar in a tight fist and got right up in his face as he growled, "What do y' mean I can't help him now? What did y' do?! Where de hell is he?!"

Aaron felt a faint crackle of energy emanate from the man and he let his own eyes blaze bright, showing the demon within. He moved closer to the Cajun and hissed, "Spencer's with me now…"

Instinctively, Remy recoiled, letting go of Aaron's collar as he backed away. His fight or flight response had kicked in; but after a few moments, he'd chosen fight, just as Aaron had expected. When the Cajun lunged at him he grabbed the man's neck in an iron hold, stopping him in his tracks and choking the breath out of him. Remy's eyes grew wide as Aaron leaned in close to his face and flashed the man his teeth while allowing a low rumble to rise up from his chest.

Remy looked baffled as he struggled to choke out, "What—What de hell are y'?"

"What the hell?" Aaron smirked, "Now, that is a good question. What the hell indeed…." He loosened his grip on Remy's neck and stared at him, scrutinizing him, trying to figure out what Spencer saw in him—or, had seen in him. Why had the boy chosen this brute to spend his precious time with? Oh, Aaron could clearly tell that he was special, that he had certain abilities, but he still couldn't understand the appeal. It really didn't matter anymore, though; this man was Spencer's past. The boy was where he belonged, with Aaron, and that's exactly where he would stay.

He felt Remy try to back out of his hold, and the movement returned him from his thoughts. He tightened his grip once again, prohibiting any further attempts at retreat. "Oh now, please… Don't…be…shy…." the vampire drawled with a sharp grin. Then he moved his lips to Remy's ear and innocently whispered, "It's just a little taste."

Relishing the fear wafting off the other man, Aaron bared his fangs and violently bit into the Cajun's neck. He planned on taking just enough to weaken him, but when he began to drink, there was a faint hint of Spencer in Remy's blood….an echo of his sweet Felix….and he felt a searing hatred rise up in him. No one but Aaron would ever taste that darling boy again. Spencer was his now.

It took all the strength he had not to kill the man right then and there. Aaron fantasized about snapping his neck, drinking the marrow from his bones and leaving his body out for the scavengers to finish off. That would most certainly ensure he never touched Spencer again.

But Remy had a very important purpose, so he did his best to rein in his anger and hesitantly released the man's neck. Evidently in his rage he'd taken slightly more than he'd anticipated, causing the Cajun to fall unconscious in his arms.

It was no bother, really; this would just make things that much easier….

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"What the fuck have I done with him?" Aaron repeated the question, and then laughed, "Oh, I've done so many fucking things to him….but you'll see that soon enough. I promise, you're gonna have a front row seat." He looked down at the sunglasses he was holding and then back to Remy as he crushed them in his hand. "You certainly won't be needing these anymore," he spitefully added, throwing the pieces to the floor in front of the man.

They both sat there in silence for a few minutes, Aaron's eyes roaming over the other man and feeling the curiosity and unease seeping from his worried mind. This Remy was trying to figure him out—find out who he was, what he was. The thought amused him, and Aaron let his eyes burn for just an instant. He heard Remy gasp and he smiled to himself; he had always enjoyed playing with his food.

Not long after, Aaron's heightened senses told him his sweet boy was beginning to come back. He heard a rustling from upstairs, a minute movement from the bedroom, and he beamed at the bleeding man as he hummed, "It's just about time."

Rising up, he advanced toward Remy, leaned down and hoisted him up into a fireman's carry. As he moved toward the stairs his captive protested, very loudly….

"Tu baises diable, put me down! What de fuck! Y' take me t' Spencer, now!"

"What do you think I'm doing?" Aaron coolly joked. If Remy wanted to be taken to Spencer he would be more than happy to oblige. When he reached the bedroom door he quickly unlocked it and moved into the room. He glanced over at the slumbering boy and then threw the cursing Cajun down to the floor.

Remy cried out as his ass crashed onto the hardwood. He did his best to shift his body until he was in a sitting position with his back up against the wall facing the bed, his arms still bound behind him.

He froze when his eyes landed on the motionless form on the bed. He was looking straight into the face of Spencer Reid, the love of his life, and he immediately feared the worst. The boy was lying on the mattress, but he was too still, and he was too quiet. It wasn't like Spencer to ever be still or quiet. Remy thought for a hopeful second that maybe he was just sleeping, except that he was too fucking pale to just simply be asleep. His once vibrant, pink lips were colorless, his chest was bare and unmoving, and his usually glowing ivory skin was dull and pallid—Spencer looked like all the blood had literally been drained from his body. Remy had seen death before, and he had no doubt in that moment that he was looking upon it again. This was one of his worst nightmares come true. Spencer, his love, his heart, his entire world, was lying dead in front of him. He felt bile rise up in his throat and he had to choke it back down as he tried to maintain his composure. He'd failed him. He'd failed to protect him. "Mon Dieu," Remy breathed, anger and rage boiling up inside of him. He met Aaron's triumphant gaze and screamed, "What've y' done to him, y' connard?!"

"Well, you did want him….so here he is." Aaron crouched down to Remy's level and gave him a flash of his teeth. "Spencer needs you, Remy LeBeau," he smirked, "It won't be long now. He's gonna be hungry when he wakes up." He rose and turned away from Remy as he moved closer to the bed.

What did he mean Spencer was going to wake up? How was that even possible? He looked like he'd been dead for hours already. "Y' fuckin' stay away from him!" Remy yelled, and then his voice faded as he broke down and began to plead with the man, "Please….just look at him…. Haven't y' done enough…."

Aaron leaned down close to Spencer's body and ran his knuckles over a pale cheek. In life this boy had most definitely been beautiful, but in death Spencer was ethereal, darkly exquisite, and completely mesmerizing….and when he woke up his beauty would be unfathomable. Aaron marveled at the sight of his sleeping face and sweetly murmured, "Oh, you have no idea what I've done…." He stood, looked back to Remy and knowingly chuckled, "But you will." He gave the Cajun one last piercing grin as he walked out the door, locking it behind him.

Remy hardly had any time to think on the vampire's words because not a moment later the body on the bed began to stir. It was subtle at first….a quick twitch of the boy's fingers, eyes rapidly shifting under closed lids, a barely audible little sigh….and then nothing. He was beginning to think he'd imagined it all, that he was just holding on to a false hope that Spencer was somehow still alive. But then the movements became much more pronounced. Spencer's shoulders began to jerk, his fingers clenched into the bed sheets, and his spine arched off the mattress as he drew his knees up and threw his head back, letting a long, low hiss escape his throat. Remy watched in horrified fascination as Spencer rolled onto his stomach and slowly rose to his knees. Familiar brown curls framed an eerily pale face, but those chestnut locks looked longer than Remy remembered them being just a few hours prior. They were wild and messy and fell down over the boy's eyes, masking them from view. He would have given anything in that moment to see the sweet hazel eyes he loved so much staring back at him. Spencer cocked his head and drew his lips back into a grin, and Remy could have sworn he saw the glint of sharp teeth in the firelight.

Fear crept into his mind and filled his voice as he hesitantly reached out to his young lover, "S-Spencer?"

He heard a low rumble bubble up from Spencer's chest, but no words left his lips as he stared at Remy through that curtain of untamed hair.

"Mon amour, s'il vous plait—say somet'ing," Remy desperately pleaded. Spencer was really fucking scaring him. He thought the boy was dead mere minutes ago, and now he was watching Spencer as he silently stared back at him; his body was so still that Remy couldn't even tell if he was breathing. He needed to know that this was going to be alright, that this was just a nightmare—a horrible fucking nightmare that they were both going to wake up from. He needed to know that his Spencer was still in there, that he was still with him. "Spencer, please—"

The boy moved quicker then Remy's eyes could comprehend, and in an instant Spencer was straddling his legs and pushing the Cajun's back firmly against the wall as he ravenously sniffed at his neck. Remy hissed, the movement sending a jolt of pain radiating through his shoulders and down to his bound hands. Then Spencer's cheek was right up against his, and the contact sent a shiver down his spine. He was so cold; his skin felt like ice. It was….inhuman. How could someone be alive and alert, yet frozen at the same time?

He could hear the boy inhaling deep into his hair, and that's when he realized Spencer was scenting him. He felt lips on his neck, and then a tongue flicked out to trace the wound there, still tender and aching from the attack in the alley. His breath hitched and his body tensed as sharp nails dug harshly into his shoulders. Then Remy finally heard Spencer speak as the boy remained nuzzled into his neck. But the gentle and kind voice he'd expected was laced with malevolence and a frigid severity that sent another icy chill through his entire being. It felt like the temperature of the room had plummeted to arctic depths.

"I know you…." Spencer softly breathed. He lapped at the blood, sticky on Remy's skin, and then let out a lustful moan. "You…" he sighed, "….you taste absolutely exquisite….Remy." He brought his mouth up to the Cajun's ear and lovingly whispered, "My….Remy…." then he took the earlobe into his mouth and began to feverishly suck as he pressed his body firmly against the older man's.

Remy let a small moan escape his throat at the boy's actions, and his body unwillingly began to react to the very familiar, yet completely foreign body rocking above him. He felt Spencer begin to tremble as he rolled his hips forward, making his arousal quite evident to the Cajun.

Remy tried to shift his body to ease the discomfort in his arms, but at the first sign of movement Spencer dug his nails deeper into his flesh, causing him to cry out in pain.

"Oh don't move, Lover," Spencer warned through clenched teeth, never letting go of Remy's earlobe. He continued to pull and lap and suck until the Cajun felt a sudden sharp sting; and then there was warm liquid dripping onto his neck as the boy frantically licked and moaned and writhed above him. "Sorry," Spencer mischievously chuckled as he let go of the torn flesh, "But I couldn't help myself. You taste so sweet…" He stayed there and whispered gleefully in the man's ear, "You just tempt me so….my Remy LeBeau…."

There was giddy amusement in Spencer's voice and Remy had to stifle a cry as he realized what was happening. He was terrified that the demon had cursed his love to a fate far worse than death. Remy had left the boy alone for just a few minutes. It only took a few fucking minutes for that monster to destroy everything that was the kind, sweet, gentle genius he loved more than life itself. He prayed he was wrong, but he feared he was right. "I'm so sorry, cher," he lamented, his voice quivering as he tried to hold back a sob. "I shoulda stayed wit' y', Spencer. I shoulda protected y'."

"Protect me?" Spencer sweetly purred in Remy's ear, "It's a little too late for that now….Mon Amour." He let the 'r' slowly roll off his tongue as he brought his mouth back down to the Cajun's neck, his body vibrating as he began to lick at the wound once more.

Spencer's voice was soft, but it was also wickedly harsh and full of malice. It felt like his words were cutting into Remy's very soul. The man clamped his stinging eyes shut and allowed his grief to finally take over as tears fell to his cheeks.

"What's wrong, Remy?" Spencer cooed. He rocked his hips, sadistically pushing his hardened arousal into Remy's stomach as he heatedly sneered, "Don't you want me anymore?"

Remy groaned at the boy's movement. "Of-Of course Remy wants y', cher," he choked out, "I love y', Spencer. P-Please…."

Spencer released one of Remy's shoulders and brought his hand up to thread into the man's long hair, fisting the strands tightly at his scalp as he accusingly muttered, "You left me…..you let him take me." The boy finally moved his face away from Remy's neck and looked him right in the eyes. His grip in the man's hair strengthened as he savagely raged, "Now just look what he's made me!"

Remy's eyes widened and he cried out in shock as he met Spencer's gaze. The boy's eyes weren't the soft hazel he knew so well. It felt like he was staring into the depths of pure evil, all fire and hate and wrath….Spencer's eyes were those of a monster, or the Devil himself. "Mon Dieu," he huffed, "Spencer, mon amour….what's de connard done to y'?!"

"He made me beautiful." If possible, Spencer's grip in Remy's hair and on his shoulder grew even more vicious. His nails dug in deeper, drawing blood as the boy's fiery eyes bore down on the Cajun and he hissed, "He made me his." Then he shook his head, sweetly grinning as he sighed, "Always, Remy. I will always be his. Forever…."

"Spencer, please," Remy sobbed, "Bébé, please come back t' me. Y' can fight him! Fuckin' fight him, Spencer!"

Spencer narrowed his eyes and his voice grew dark and dangerous, hatred dripping from his lips as he seethed, "Can I fight him, Remy? Poor little helpless Spencer, he's always needing his protector. Always needing his….Remy." He quirked a brow and brought his face mere inches from the other man's. Smirking, he violently yanked on Remy's hair, forcing the man's head back and ripping strands from his scalp as he whispered, "Guess what, Rem. I'm not fucking helpless anymore…."

Remy flinched and cried out at the cruelty in Spencer's tone and the harsh handling. The animosity the boy directed toward him was like a dagger straight to his heart. Could his Spencer actually be in there, or was the genius truly dead and something else had taken over his body? "Do…Do y' want t' fight him, Spencer?" Remy hesitantly asked, fearing the younger man's response before he'd even finished the question.

The boy silently answered him, letting a predatory smile curve his lips as he ran his tongue over a sharp fang.

Remy gasped and it felt like his heart stopped as he stared into Spencer's face. He looked like a demon, hard and dark and cold. Hungry red and yellow eyes burned bright as they met terrified red and black ones….and Spencer growled.

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This was the final chapter, but I've added a fourth (super long) chapter. Seriously...it's almost as long as the first three chapters combined. Happy reading!