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The Abby of Thelema Ch. 9

The room shifted in slow motion as Reid fell backwards, and the large feather soft bed caught his limp body gently.

The cloud like feeling only lasted a moment, before the weight of what felt like five men pressed him down in to the mattress.

"Ethan", Reid panted. "What did you do to me?"

Ethan kissed the bit of his wrist not covered by the gold cuff. "I couldn't help myself Cher." He dragged his lips up Reid's arm. "Just a taste... I just needed a little taste."

"Wh...why are you doing this," Reid's chest heaved with the effort of staying conscious.

Ethan stroked Reid's shaggy brown hair. "I've waited so long for this moment, for you, to bring you here," he smiled.

The room shimmered around Ethan with small flakes of light encroaching in the sides of Reid's vision.

"For what."

Reid's foggy mind settled on the keep him talking strategy. He reasoned a monologue would keep his focus on things other than him.

His plan backfired when Ethan leaned down to kiss him, his cool tongue lingering on Reid's lips. "You won't believe how good it feels."

Reid turned his head, "I won't take any drugs." His eyes showed the determination that his body just couldn't muster.

"Drugs?" Ethan sat back for a moment, recognition coming quickly. "Oh no Cher! Not drugs," he leaned back down turning Reid to look him in the eyes. "Vampires don't need drugs," he smiled.

Reid's eyes widened, a dozen occult text flashing before his eyes.

The black eyes, the blood, the inhuman strength. Spencer Reid hated arguing religion but what he'd seen in the last two days had shooed his skepticism in to a very dark corner.

But the supernatural aside, Ethan was clearly dangerous, and in his current physical state he wasn't in any shape to put up a fight.

"I have a life Ethan," Reid was cautious but firm. He could see Morgan's face as he drove away for the clinic. Derek would be waiting for him, the BAU would be waiting for him. "I have a job, and...friends. I can't just leave them. I won't leave them. What we had, it was a long time ago."

Ethan suddenly struck him, slapping him so hard his entire body rolled to the side. "Friends," he shouted. "I know what friends you're talking about! Agent Morgan, that fagot!" Ethan wrapped a large hand around Reid's slender neck. "You will never see that man again," he snarled. His hand moved to Reid's hair, wrenching his head back, bearing his throat. "You're mine," he licked the young doctor slowly, his eyes closing at his taste. "You are mine."

Reid let out a loud whimper, sniffing back the blood seeping from his nose. He pushed at Ethan's chest weakly and the wolf let him. "You don't own me," he turned and wriggled away from the large man. "And you can't keep me here." Reid was terrified, but more than that he felt a searing anger, something he'd seldom experienced.

Ethan watched him crawl off the bed before climbing off the opposite side. "I've practiced this, for you Reid. How to touch a human without breaking them. I want to feel you, make love to you as a human before I turn you." He walked around the bed slowly as he spoke. When he stood before the shivering naked man he reached out for him.

Reid flinched away trying to will himself further in to the wall at his back.

Ethan sighed and grabbed hold of the shiny red chain that linked his wrists. It took little effort to send him flying back on to the bed.

Ethan straddled him, and Reid fought him as he realized what he meant to do.

"No," Reid screamed. "Help! Someone...please! Mor...Morgan!"

Ethan growled and backhanded the young genius.

Blood splattered across the crisp white pillows and Reid's body went slack immediately.

Barely conscious, he felt as if he were floating, every sensation dulled. His ears rang and his eyes rolled.

Ethan stood and tore off the expensive leather pants his maker bought him, staring down at Reid's naked form. Over five years he'd dreamed of this moment.

He crawled back over to the human slowly.

Ethan kissed each of his toes, then the deep arch of his foot. He bit at the backs of his knees and nipped his inner thigh. He swallowed Reid whole when he reached his soft length and he suckled him gently, bobbing his head and working him with his tongue, until he could hear soft moans from above him.

He slid the still pliant organ from his mouth and moved lower, tasting his heavy sac.

Reid grudgingly moved his hands to the head in his lap, pushing it away with what little strength he had left. He held on to the sheet beside his head, licking dry bloody lips, and tried to pull himself away, but Ethan had a firm hold on his thighs.

Arching off the bed Reid could feel Ethan's long thick tongue entering his body. "Ethan please...stop," he whispered.

Ethan answered him by replacing his tongue with a thick index finger. Reid pushed harder at the burn, but Ethan worked him quickly adding his middle and ring fingers.

A moment later he was kissing his way up Reid's heaving chest. "Ethan...," Reid begged when he met his eyes. "You said...you said you loved me once." Reid could feel him positioning himself to enter his already battered body, and he grabbed and pushed at Ethan's shoulders. The doctor tried to close his thighs, he squirmed and beat against the heaver mans chest, his chains clinking softly with the effort.

"If you do this," he was choking back tears nearly hysterical. "I couldn't forgive this Ethan, please...please don't!"

Ethan wiped his tears away wanting so badly to taste them. "I'm doing this because I love you. I want to be with you forever Spence..."

"What about what I want!" Reid was frantic. "Don't do this! I don't...I don't want to be with you...not like this! I'm sorry Ethan! I sorry! I don't want..."

Reid's hands were pressed between them. His words had been slightly slurred but they were true. He didn't love Ethan, not the way Ethan loved him...not anymore.

The wolf had listened with a fading smile and his temper was peeking again.

"Ethan, if you turn me...I won't stay with you," Reid hesitated, the fear of death driving him to be bold. Through angry tears he continued. "When I'm stronger...I'll find a way. I'll leave you...and if you hurt Derek..."

Ethan was shocked silent, and even the rain seemed to stop.

Suddenly he roared, eyes black and razor sharp teeth bared. He flipped Reid onto his stomach and entered him roughly, ignoring his screams.

"Every immortal must learn forgiveness," he growled.

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"Without his elder, I believe, Ethan has regressed, reaching out for the only other person he feels close to," Gideon reasoned.

"What about his mother," JJ asked.

"No, it's likely he blames his mother for not leaving his father sooner," Emily answered once she'd been brought up to speed.

"Hmm," Zhin nodded in agreement.

Garcia sat next to Morgan, typing a mile a minute as usual. "The CIA has got some nifty technology, let me tell you. I have access to a satellite that can zoom in directly over top of Buckingham Palace...," she looked up. "Do you think Prince William's home?"

"Garcia," Gideon warned with a small smile.

"Right," she continued typing. "Lets see...with the information from the CIA, Interpol, and the...ahem, British vampire elders council I think I've narrowed our Mr. Bishop's hiding places down to three mansions in the Welsh countryside."

Three massive houses popped up on her screen and looking at the third Morgan felt instantly short of breath. His hand reached for his throat, dropping the recently emptied cup of tea he'd been nursing.

"Morgan what's wrong?" Hotch rose from his seat.

He was getting lightheaded and Lenora rushed over to catch him as he slumped out of his chair.

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He was flying, clouds brushing his face as he sored.

Finally Morgan looked down on the mansion Garcia had found, and he could here a familiar voice coming from inside.

What he saw when he interred froze him to the spot.

Reid lay face down on a massive white bed. Tears fell freely from his tightly shut eyes, a look of agony on his face. He gripped the sheets tightly, his thin frame shaking with every thrust of the large man behind him.

'Bishop', Morgan thought.

"Et...Ethan...p...please...stop...," Reid repeated in a quiet shaky voice.

Ethan was stroking Reid slowly, and he smiled as he licked Reid's shoulder, his neck, kissed the lob of his ear. Reid jerked his head away but Ethan's hand quickly left his groin and caught him by the throat.

Reid gasped and pulled at the hand, which only angered Ethan more.

The wolf pulled out of Reid just long enough to flip him on his back, and Derek gasped at the blood streaked bruises lining the pretty mans face. Ethan spread Reid's legs wide holding him by his ankles for a few breaths before leaning down to try to kiss him again.

Reid closed his eyes and turned his head keeping his arms out in an attempt to create distance between them, but Ethan took hold of his wrists and hooked the chain that bound them to another sticking out of the head board.

It was a monstrous mahogany face with fire carved over the whole of its smooth surface, a red metal ring sticking out of each arch of flame.

Scooting his knees up he deepened his thrusts and Reid bit his lip to keep from crying out.

When he opened his eyes they found a very shocked Derek Morgan standing at the edge of the bed.

Reid blinked wide eyes over Ethan's rising and falling shoulder.

"Derek," Reid groaned loudly as Ethan struck his prostate.

So lost in the heat of his young friend, Ethan didn't hear him.

'Spence', Morgan thought stunned. "Spence...how...," he whispered.

"Derek," Reid whispered back. "Hel...help me..."

Ethan's thrusts were getting faster and Morgan swallowed dryly, watching his friend.

"Ughhh...D...Derek," Read moaned louder, his hands fighting their restraints trying to reach out for the tall dark man.

This time Ethan heard him and,with a hard trust, he turned his head staring in Morgan's direction. His eyes began shifting from blue to black and Morgan began to feel his chest tighten.

"God Derek," Reid cried out arching off the bed, spilling himself across Ethan's stomach.

Ethan turned on him and bit down savagely into Reid's neck.

A piercing scream echoed through the halls.

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"Derek Morgan you wake up right this instant," Garcia yelled.

Derek woke with a long gasp and the rest of his team let out the breath they'd been holding.

"What happened," he panted from the floor.

Lenora helped him back up on the couch. "The photo of the hideout must have triggered something." She looked up a Zhin and then back to the woozy agent, "you jumped out so fast we couldn't stop you."

"What," Morgan said holding his head, he felt like he'd been hit by a truck.

"Astral projection," Lenora clarified. "Be proud, its a rare gift, when you know how to use it," she chuckled and handed him another bottle of aspirin.

"Morgan, what did you see," Hotch asked with a frown.

The stoic man gulped down three of the pain pills and avoided his friends eyes.

He pointed to the third mansion, "there. I saw...I saw Reid...being attacked."

Morgan stood and walked over to the small bathroom slamming the door behind him.

"Attacked, what does he mean attacked," Garcia looked up at her teammates with fresh tears in her eyes, but everyone avoided them. "Guys...you don't mean...he wouldn't do that to Reid, right. He loves him...how could he..."

Hotch put an arm around her and lead her back over to her seat. "Good job Garcia, you found Reid."

Lenora and Zhin walked to the back of the plane, Zhin immediately taking hold of her. She inhaled her breath as they kissed. "I'm so hungry Lenny," she whispered in Mandarin.

Lenora held tight to Zhin's neck trying hard to control her increasingly erratic movements. "I know love. I'll feed as soon as we land and then I can feed you, okay? Don't forget I just gave blood to Derek."

"That was nothing. A few drops in his tea...and the herbs I mixed in will keep it from overwhelming his system. But I...just a little bit, I'm so...hungry."

Lenora held up a finger before walking over to peer behind the curtain that separated them from the humans on board.

"We can't," she turned back to Zhin. "We don't have time, we need a plan."

"Five minutes," Zhin pleaded. "I won't be able to concentrate on a plan if all I can think about is you," she smirked.

Lenora sighed, unfortunately she was right. Zhin had been sitting next to her staring at her throat for the last hour, practically drooling.

"Alright, five minutes..." Zhin smiled wide, her eyes going immediately black. "And then we talk strategy."

Lenora unbuttoned her blouse as Zhin braced herself between the smaller womans legs, lifting her off the floor by her thighs.

She licked a long strip up her neck that sent shivers down Lenora's spine and sank her teeth in to the tender flesh.

The resident humans all turned to stare at the low growling coming from behind the curtain a few yards away. Emily rose with a question on her lips but Gideon stood to stop her.

"I wouldn't," he shook his head, serious but still smiling.

They both sat down and everyone turned back to Garcia's laptop.

Morgan looked at himself in the mirror. There were bags forming under his eyes, and he closed them, taking a deep breath.

'Derek, help me', Reid's words echoed in his head, the mans large pleading eyes haunting him.

When he could face himself again his brows furrowed and he looked down at his shaking fist.

The flesh was torn and raw. Then his eyes found the mirror.

Shattered.

Morgan leaned closer. He didn't remember punching the mirror.

There was a dull throbbing in his hand and he looked down to watch the skin begin healing before his eyes.