"He specifically asked for you, Sir," Emily handed the receiver to him, and clutching the plastic, it was taking all his willpower not to crush it.

"Really, thank you, Prentiss," placing the receiver in the cradle, he put it on loudspeaker. The first thing he heard was a breathy laugh, and the familiar icy chill crept down his spine.

"You haven't changed, Aaron," the name rolled off his tongue, his soft voice caressing it, as if Hotch was an old friend whom he hadn't spoken to in a long time.

The urge to pulverise the phone increased.

"And you neither," replied Hotch stiffly. "What do you want?"

"Always so direct," chuckled Foyet, "I have missed you."

"I can't say the same thing," the steel in Hotch's voice was harder to ignore this time, and Mitchell glanced at him, clearly wondering Hotch's history with the unsub.

"Careful, Aaron. You don't want to anger me now, do you? You've wanted my blood for years, now I'm giving you the chance, upping the stakes if you will."

"Get to the point," spat Hotch, his eyes turning red for a moment, and he saw Rossi move next to him, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"In the next twenty-four hours I will kill again. I have already selected my target, and I'm watching her as we speak. She looks so much like Haley, Aaron, it'll be a shame if you only see her in the mortuary. Now, listen closely, here's your clue. We will be in the district I believe the locals call 'Demon County,'" it was clear Foyet was smiling at the name, "Further clues await you there. Good luck."

The sound of the dial tone filled the room, and Hotch hung up, looking expectantly at the police chief.

"Where is Demon's County?" It was clear Hotch wasn't going to answer Mitchell's unvoiced questions on his history, and the dejection in the vampire was almost visible.

"It's downtown, between Madison Garden's, and the city's edge. You can't miss it, and most of our calls are down there."

"Rough neighbourhood?" asked Emily, leaning against one of the many desks that littered the room.

"It's one of the bases of the Cimmerian Syndicate," Mitchell's eyes held the contempt of a man who had many dealings with them.

"The Demon mafia, I had no idea they were based here," breathed Morgan, "When I was in Chicago, we had a bit of trouble from them involving the sales of pixie dust, but when it came to the bust they just melted away."

"That is only one of the things they deal in, and they have many bases so they can hide at the smallest notice," piped up one of the other officers - Sandstone, Hotch thought his name was.

"It makes it a bitch trying to pin stuff on them," muttered another, and all nodded in agreement with varying levels of frustration on their faces.

"Okay, we need to fan out, and try to find him before he kills this woman. Now, if he plans to hold her for twenty-four hours, it will have to be somewhere secluded, away from major gang operations," said Hotch, taking charge again.

"That would be these areas," Mitchell pointed to three locations on the map, and Reid circled them.

"Good, now everyone should be with their partner at all times. This man is incredibly dangerous, and we need to be careful," said Hotch, noting all the men's faces, varying from anxious to excited.

"He said there would be clues when we get there, what do you think they'll be?" If anyone thought it was strange JJ was asking Hotch this, no one said anything.

"I don't know, but I don't think we'll miss them," replied Hotch grimly.

"Right, you all heard that, move out," ordered Mitchell, and the men gradually filed out of the room.


Hotch always felt that Kevlar was useless for him. Really, all it took to kill him was a stab in the heart, and the idea that he would even let an unsub get that close was laughable. However, as he strapped it on, for once he was thankful for the constricting vest. Maybe it would actually contribute in saving his life this time.

"Hotch, man, Garcia says we gotta see this," Morgan looked tense, more tense than normal after a transformation.

"What's up?" he asked, holstering his gun, and walking up to the stressed werewolf.

"Come on an see," were Morgan's only words.

"The vampire community is in turmoil. In the small city of Gullston, Washington, three bodies have been discovered, and our contacts within the FBI believe it to be a series of hate crimes. This has spiralled, and all over the states there have been increased vampiric activity, with fighting breaking out last night in several parts of the country, most notably Washington DC where the highest concentration of vampires situated. It is thought, that if this isn't stopped soon, then immediate action will have to be taken to protect non-creature citizens of the United States. The President has already been advised to take action, and all emergency services are on standby, and evacuation procedures are beginning in the areas most affected..." the newsreader looked grave as she read out the bulletin, and Hotch felt a block of ice settle in his stomach.

It would be Seattle all over again.

Last time, when the fighting had gotten so intense, squadrons had went in, evacuating all humans, and leaving the rest behind.

Then the humans had thought it prudent to drop a bomb.

Hotch still remembered seeing the carnage, the vampires still half alive, and dying so slowly, young ones were looking longingly at the sun, wishing it would rise a little faster, and speed up the process. He never hated humans, he just hated the creature fearing government, but even that moment had made him despise the whole race, and he had almost became what he hated, judging a whole species because of isolated incidents.

"If we wrap this up soon, then perhaps tensions will decrease. I for one don't believe it is this bad, most probably there is a xenophobic politician pulling the strings, trying to turn the majority of the populace against vampires, and give an excuse to implement control procedures," Hotch said this calmly, when inside he was seething.

"I can call my mother. Whilst she has made her distaste for vampires... obvious, she will not stand by and let the human's decimate what she sees as innocent life. There is also the bonus that I'm in one of the affected areas, despite her feelings for me, she won't stand by and allow me to die," Emily had already pulled out her cell, looking imploringly at Hotch.

"Thank you, Emily, any help will be appreciated," replied Hotch, giving the Slayer a rare smile.

"Okay, Aaron, you ready to do this?" asked Rossi, when Emily had left the conference room.

Giving a swift nod, they left the station, Rossi's eyes remaining on the elder's back, and worry coiling in his gut about the confrontation he knew was coming.


A/N: Thank you for the feedback! It's nice to know I still have some readers :) I referred to Seattle in the second chapter, and so I thought I should expand on that here, if you have any more questions please just message me or review. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and Foyet's first appearance - was he in character? I don't really like writing his dialogue, because we don't see that much of him in the show, and for me his voice is hard to hear - and next chapter things will start to heat up for the team, and Hotch :)

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