"Aaron," the man, Gideon, said with a smile that made Spencer's insides grow cold with fear.
He stood, tense, still wedged between Aaron and the couch, but the anxiety he had felt before was now redirected toward these new people, the old man especially. There was something cruel in the way he regarded first Aaron and then him, a sentiment reflected in the way the other man was handling the girl in his grip.
She stared back at him, still pale and with a pained grimace -and Spencer on second glance the blood smeared on her wrists...the bleeding wounds...
He must have made a sound because the old man's face briefly contracted into a smirk. Aaron shifted his stance, now obviously standing in front of him like a shield, but Spencer had already moved back, enough to once again collide with the window frame.
"Is this a bad time, Aaron?" the man's, Gideon's eyes moved back to the vampire, sharp, blazing despite the lightness of his tone. He looked angry.
"How did you get here...its-?" Aaron asked instead, then stopped in mid-sentence when his eyes fell on the young woman and her bleeding wrists. "Fae?" he all but hissed.
Gideon nodded, undeterred. "Yes...as you well know there is only a very limited time in which fae blood makes us immune to the sunlight and there is an even more limited amount of fae at my disposal. You can understand, Aaron, why I am not happy to have been forced to come here now and waste precious resources just because you need to be reigned in."
Aaron tensed, hands balling into fists by his sides. "I don't need you here, Jason."
"Oh yes, you do," Gideon interrupted, coldly now, "You know the law, Aaron. You've killed three wolves without provocation...you've put our entire species at risk of war. And for what?!"
"I had reasons-"
"Enough!" Gideon interrupted, "I will not stand for your foolishness. You will hand over the human and I will deliver him to David Rossi with your sincerest apologies, and hope that his death will be enough to appease the wolves. And if it isn't, Aaron, you will be held accountable for what you've done."
Spencer stood frozen behind Aaron, his eyes flickering from one man to the next. He didn't understand what Gideon was saying about the law, about how he had gotten here when Aaron had been so adamant about vampires not getting into contact with sunlight...what they meant when they talked about fae...but he did understand the important part.
This man, Gideon, wanted him dead.
Suddenly, the terror he'd felt when confronted with Aaron took on a whole new dimension. There was no hidden layer of human emotions, of empathy to be found in that mans eyes...it was obvious he didn't care about Spencer's life anymore than he cared about that bleeding girl-
"No!" Before the words could leave Spencer's throat, Aaron had uttered them in a hiss. The man was all but crouched in front of him in his protective stance now, clearly unwilling to move.
"Aaron," Gideon's eyes narrowed ever so slightly, "I would think about what you're doing very carefully. You might still get out of this. Do you want to leave your child fatherless for a mere human? Do you want to prompt your sister into entering a futile fight on your behalf?"
He glanced at Elle, who was standing with J.J looking over her shoulder, both looked anxious and torn.
Aaron faltered at the mention of his family, clearly conflicted.
"Exactly," Gideon smiled, "we'll be going then. Hector, the girl. We'll need another ration for the way back." He motioned for the man to bring the girl forward and grabbed her arm. His face morphed, the way Aaron's had, and so did the other man's as they both bent over one wrist each, letting their fangs descend...to draw more blood. Blood that made him immune to the sun...
Spencer stared at the scene in horror, his mind spinning.
Aaron didn't move, seemingly still frozen by the threat to his family.
Spencer acted. He didn't wait for Aaron to make up his mind, to find out who would get hurt or die before he would as well, didn't wait to hear the girls pain moan, a preview of his own fate.
In a split decision, he gripped the curtains behind him and ripped them open with one swift motion.
Sunlight flooded the room and suddenly everybody was on the ground, screaming in pain. Spencer stood there for another split second watching, horrified, as the vampires' skin began to redden and blister as though on fire, watching the blonde girl crawl away from her attackers fearfully, scrambling fro the door, watching JJ crouching over Elle in an attempt to shield her from the sun -then, he ran.
He ran after the fae girl as fast as he could without looking back, without thinking about anything but escaping.
He didn't turn around until he was out of the building, standing in the sunlit street by himself. Panting, his pulse racing, he stared up at the window he thought had to be Aaron's. The curtains were pulled closed again...JJ must have done it, if that was the right apartment.
He didn't take any more time to find out. They were trapped up there without the girl with the magical blood, trapped until the sun went down. He wasn't planning on sticking around till then.
Without another look he spun around and ran away.
He didn't stop until he got to Penny's apartment, the place Morgan had told him his two friends were hiding out at. The sun was fading by the time he got there and he felt utterly exhausted, rattled enough to just collapse right there on the street, but he dragged himself up the stairs anyway.
The vampires wouldn't find them here...not fast enough anyway. If they could connect the dots and research Penny, they would have to do it after nightfall and that would take time. Time enough for the three of them to get away.
Out of breath, he finally stopped in front of Penny's apartment door on the 6th floor and knocked, heart pounding in his chest.
He had had no time to think much about Derek being alive, he had been so preoccupied with fearing for his own life. But now...now he was almost with him again, he would see him...had he changed? Did it matter?
His overwrought nervous system began to pour out fear once more but Spencer pushed it down forcefully. No, Derek wasn't his enemy, Derek was his friend, no matter what had happened to him-
Before he could think any further, the door had opened and he was staring right into Derek Morgan's black, dilated eyes.
Hey, sorry this was kinda short. I'm trying to get back into the story. The fairy is obviously stolen from True Blood...just role with it, alright?
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