Chapter Five: Blood.

"W-where are we going?" Spencer asked quietly as he looked over at Franklin. He had been sure Franklin was going to take the ropes off today...but when the vampire had woken up, he had tied them tight and said they were going out somewhere. He was scared...it wasn't just because he was tied up, blindfolded and didn't know where he was been taken, but all he could think about was Franklin saying he was going to change him into a vampire.

Franklin sighed, annoyed. "I had been planning on taking you somewhere special..."

"R-really? But...you're n-not anymore?"

"No. But I want to, I do Spencer, I'd love to treat you." Franklin said as he ran his hand up and down Spencer's thigh. "But...I have to take you to my sheriffs."

Spencer knew about vampire sheriffs. He could remember a few vampire sheriffs coming over to the Bureau and explaining how they worked and in turn the agents worked out a way that the vampires and human agents could work together. So far, the system had been working. "W-why?" He was starting to panic, why did the sheriffs want to meet him? He knew that like cops and agents, not all vampire sheriffs walked the straight and narrow...some were dirty. He was starting to wonder if they were going to get rid of him, but why? He shook his head. He knew what he needed to do...he needed to find out if Franklin would protect him if they tried to hurt him. "T-they don't want u-us to be t-together...do they?" He said quietly, doing his best to be upset.

"What? No, I'm sure it's nothing like that." Franklin said, reassuringly.

"T-then...t-they're going to k-kill m-me?"

"No!" Franklin roared, his hand gripping tighter at Spencer's thigh. "I won't let them! They won't get anywhere near you! If they even try to hurt you, I'll fucking kill 'em! I swear, Spencer, I'll fucking tear their heads off!" He yelled angrily.

Spencer smiled shakily; he knew the vampire was wearing an angry expression. "I-I know."

Franklin's face softened and he smiled widely. "Good, because I will."

"That's it, watch your step..." Franklin said and then laughed. "Well, I'll watch your step."

"T-thanks." Spencer said and let Franklin practically lift him out of the car. He found his hand clinging to Franklin's as the vampire led him wherever it was they were going. After a minute or so he felt himself been lifted off of his feet and then that familiar feeling of Franklin moving so fast, so inhumanly fast.

"Franklin." Said a voice Spencer didn't recognise...it was deep but soft. "Please, come this way and bring Mr. Reid with you."

"Yes." Franklin said obediently...and then they were moving again. "Sit down, Spencer." Franklin said and helped Spencer sit down.

"Fr-Franklin?" Spencer said quietly.

"So, this is Spencer Reid...the one the FBI are looking for." Said another new voice, this one was mocking, amused.

"They're not having him back! He's mine! He lov-!" Franklin started but was cut off by the voice that sounded amused as he laughed.

"If you believe this boy loves you, why is he tied?" The first new voice asked, his voice was still gentle but had a hint of anger to it.

"Yes, and why is his human lover still looking for him if he loves a vampire?" The amused voice asked, even more amused.

Oh no. Spencer froze; how did these vampires know about Derek? How did they know they were...lovers? It wasn't possible.

"Human lover?" Franklin snarled. He spun around and ripped the blindfold from Spencer's head.

Spencer gasped, his eyes wide as Franklin stood in front of him...the angriest and most crazed look Spencer had ever seen. "F-Fr-Fra-!"

"What's his name!" Franklin shouted, his face only mere inches from Spencer's.

"I-I don't know...I-I don't k-know what t-they're talking about." Spencer said quietly.

Franklin frowned; he wanted to believe Spencer, he did...but he had seen the boy's hesitation before he spoke. "Tell. Me. HIS NAME!" He shouted angrily in Spencer's face.

"M-Morgan...his n-name is Morgan." Spencer stuttered.

"The one who didn't notice you? He's your lover!"

"Y-yes..."

Franklin let out a noise that was similar to a growl. "You lying little bastard!" He used the back of his right hand to slap Spencer across the face, sending him to the floor. "How could you lie to me, Spencer? Why? Why would you do that!" He kicked Spencer in the stomach with enough force to send him skidding across the floor and crashing into the wall.

Spencer let out a choked cry, coughing up blood as he did. He was sure he felt something in his side crack...probably a rib. "F-Franklin...w-wait..."

Franklin moved quickly to Spencer, picking him up by his shirt and slamming him into the wall. "You lied to me!" He slapped him across the face. "You fuckin' lied to me!" He slapped him again before dropping him to the floor. His foot collided with Spencer's stomach again.

"I-I didn't lie..." Spencer started, and was more than glad that Franklin stopped his attacks. He knew the Vampire was going to listen to him. "I-I...didn't say w-we were together b-because I d-don't want to be w-with him a-anymore." He said as his hand gripped weakly at the bottom of Franklin's trousers.

"You're lying!" Franklin cried, kicking Spencer in-between the legs.

"Ah!" Spencer cried out. He could tell by Franklin's voice that the Vampire was upset...that he didn't want to be hurting Spencer and that he didn't want to be left by him. "I-I'm not...Franklin..." He coughed again, blood spurting from his mouth. He looked up and saw Franklin twitch slightly. Oh no. The blood. It was the blood that was making Franklin twitch like he was. He had to distract him...he had to get his mind away from the blood. "I love you, Franklin." He choked out.

Franklin's eyes widened...but his pupils were blown wide, a slightly crazed look. "Y-you do?"

"I do." Spencer said before he coughed and more blood fell from his mouth.

Franklin smiled. "Then it's time." His lips pulled back over his fangs and he moved so quickly he was at Spencer's neck within mili-seconds. He pulled on Spencer's hair, bending his head backwards and pulled him close with his other hand.

Spencer knew what was coming, his eyes flashed to the two Vampire's watching them...the blond had hold of the short ones arm, as if he was holding him back. He looked back at Franklin and his eyes shut tight.

Franklin's head lunged forward...but his teeth never connected with Spencer's neck.

Spencer's eyes opened slowly...but they widened in shock. The blond Vampire that had been holding the other one back had hold of Franklin's neck. Why? He didn't understand why the Vampire had stopped Franklin...wouldn't he have just joined in?

"I think you should go get some air." The blond said, grinning.

"He is mine!" Franklin yelled. "He's mine to treat how I want!"

The blond Vampire snarled. "I told you to go get some air!" He threw Franklin at the wall, cracking it.

The shorter Vampire moved quickly to Franklin, pulling him to his feet and dragging him out of the door.

The blond one looked down at Spencer, his eyes roaming his curled up and beaten body. He was smirking lightly; he liked this boy wearing blood...even if it was only a little. "You're hurt." He stated as he knelt down in front of the boy.

Spencer kept his eyes on the blond Vampire, his gaze weary.

The Vampire's eyes ran down Spencer's long thin body, a smirk taking over his lips as he gazed at the bruised skin of the boy's hip –his shirt had ridden up. His eyes landed on Spencer's face, his smirk disappeared as he saw the fear in the boy's eyes. "You were very smart, telling Franklin exactly what he wanted to hear."

Spencer didn't know what to say, he knew he wouldn't be able to influence this Vampire like had Franklin. This Vampire wasn't paranoid or clingy...especially to humans. This Vampire was one who controlled and dominated...he was not one to be manipulated. He was not going to be able to get out of things with this Vampire as easily as he did with Franklin...if he could at all. "T-thank you." He knew what the Vampire had said wasn't –or probably wasn't- meant as a complement, but he didn't know what else he could say.

The Vampire looked at Spencer. "You probably have some internal injuries after been thrown like that."

Spencer's breathing was deep as he spoke. "I-I think one or two of m-my ribs might have cr-cracked."

"Probably." The Vampire slipped his hand under Spencer's shirt, running his fingers over the rib bones that jutted out of his skin. He could feel the slight dint in three of the ribs, the cracks –of course a human wouldn't have been able to detect them like he had. He smirked down at Spencer's nervous and fearful express...and his red cheeks. He pressed his hand to the ribs...and then pushed down on them forcefully.

Spencer screamed.

"Now they're broke." The Vampire grinned. He lifted his wrist to his mouth, his fangs descending and bit into his skin.

Spencer's eyes opened slowly as he breathed deeply and ragged; it had hurt so much. His eyes fell on the Vampire biting himself and he felt a shiver run down his spine as his eyes widened in fear. What the hell was he doing?

The Vampire pulled his wrist away from his mouth and smirked at Spencer it was twisted and somewhat sadistic. "This is the only way your ribs and cuts are going to heal...because you're not going to the hospital." He pushed his wrist close to Spencer's lips, loving the way the boy jerked back from the bloody arm. "Drink." He said and pushed his wrist so it touched the full, slightly parted, quivering lips. "Like I said before, you're probably also bleeding internally."

Spencer had heard that Vampire blood could heal a human. But he didn't want it...he really, really didn't. But if he was bleeding internally, and without hospital help...he would die, and it would more than likely be a slow death.

"Drink." The blond said again.

"But..." Spencer said, as his lips moved to speak they caught the blood...and the Vampire took his chance to shove his wrist closer. He tried to pull away, he could feel the blood trickling past his lips...but the Vampire used his other hand to grab Spencer's head and hold him in place. His grip was so tight, so painful and he couldn't breathe properly. He had no choice. He started to suck on the wrist, swallowing the dark red fluid.

"That's it." The Vampire almost cooed. "I'm Eric, by the way, little Spencer."

End of hapter 5!

Thanks for reading and stuff! There is most likely going to be a lemon or lemons -and rape- in the next chapter, so you have been warned!

SPOILER! And I cannot believe Tara killed Franklin!