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As I sat in at my desk in the bullpen, I thought more about the past. With my eidetic memory, it was almost like taking a machine and stepping back in time, watching the scene unfold. I have many good and bad memories. Some still haunt me to this day but one still makes me fearful of the future. Many years ago, I remember at the beginning of the twentieth century, I was in Germany at the time with my guardian.

The reason was because that every century, every vampire would meet to discuss about what to expect and how to adapt to the many changes that the world is undergoing. This century posed a great threat to our secrecy. Technology was growing and people…well mortals…were no longer as oblivious as they used to be. War and expansion has made mortals more cunning and more curious of the unknown. In fact people started to have a huge curiously for the "supernatural" as they called it. Books and movies of vampires and monsters started to appear everywhere around the world. It terrified us that now people would have some idea that we do exist. Fiction books or not they made us wearier.

It was actually my first meeting I've ever gone to. Even though I was still very young, in vampire age, I was no longer considered…well a baby if you would call it.

The meeting was in the catacombs of the city that was long forgotten centuries ago. At the center of the tunnels and dark corridors, a large dome like room with many chairs that a church would have. Along with a large stage in the center with podiums and large wooden chairs.

Vincent led me to sit in the middle so we could hear what the council would say. Yes there was a vampire council, about six of them to be exact. The oldest living vampires ever, nearing about six thousand years. One of them was even a scribe for a pharaoh back in the days of the Egyptian empire before he was cast into the world of the vampires. Despite them being very old, they were easily adaptable to change and ruled with much wisdom.

When everyone sat down the council rose and greeted everyone, thanking them for attending. It first started with some basic news about world events and some important notes about accepting that the world was changing fast, so we would have to too if we wanted to survive. Suddenly, one of them asked all the new vampires to step forward. I froze, I was terrified for a second. But then Vincent told me that it was just for them to be aware of new vampires and it was noting serious in the least. To my surprise, I was the only vampire to stand. Then again…not many of those bitten lived anyway.

I walked to the stage and stopped when they raised their hands. The one in the middle that looked only to be in his thirties, stood up and have me a hard look.

"you look very young for a vampire…hardly 17."

"I was turned when I was in my early twenties…people do mistake me for an adolescent though…"

He chuckled lightly, "Your name…"

"Spencer Reid."

"Who is your current guardian?"

"Vincent Creed."

"How old are you now…"

"…a little over a hundred years…"

"Still very, very young…however a new face and a man not as ancient as the rest of us will be of help in the future ahead."

I smiled, and then he spoke again.

"Do you have any special abilities…vampires usually do."

"I…uh…I have wings…" I said nervously.

The man's eyes widened and he looked shocked, "Wings?"

I nodded, "Can you show them to us" he asked.

I nodded and removed my coat. My large bat wings marutalized and the whole room gasped. I became frightened by this. Was it weird, even by vampire standards, would I be banished from the council and from my guardian's protection? So many thoughts flew through my head that I didn't see the council come down from the stage and look at my wings.

"I've haven't seen a power like this…in over three thousand year" said one of them. "The last person who had it…was the prince."

My eyes shot open, "A-a what" he stuttered.

One of them explained, "Of of the first vampires had a child who had your power…wings. He was considered and pronounced as a prince in the world of vampires and among other…supernatural beings as the mortals would call it. But the prince was killed…by a mortal woman…"

"What was his name?"

"Dracula…"

It was true; Dracula was a real man…and a prince among the vampires. Although the human stories botched up what really happened since so many had different accounts of what happened he was killed by a woman, who many claimed that he loved. But that was never proven and still remained a mystery.

Since that day at the council…I was considered to be the next prince of the vampires. Vincent still remained my guardian and told me that I may not see them, but the council has guards all around the city of Quantico. They don't want me to be killed. The prince, if I really am, would grow to be the most powerful being on earth. Provided if I drink more blood and trained more, as Vincent told me I should.

It made me hate myself even more. I was even more of a freak of nature and now I had responsibilities to the vampire world. However, because of my age I wasn't going to be a full appointed prince for another few centuries. I was still too young. But that didn't mean I wasn't treated and respected as one. They just said I was too young to hold much power yet. Still I would receive gifts and the council would visit to check up on me and see my progress. I was growing more powerful each day, whether I wanted to or not.

I would never be normal even if I tried.

My thoughts were disturbed when I saw my teammates come into the office.

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