I am sorry that I haven't updated in awhile but with this report term, I haven't been able to get on and stupid teachers are so inconsiderate and just think my whole life evolves around their classes so I haven't been able to write so I have struggled to get this one out.

Warnings are always going to be the same and I do not own Criminal Minds or anything to do with it.

So I do hope you enjoy this chapter!

The doctors were amazed. Reid had only been in the hospital for two days and yet his wounds were gone, no trace of scars left to remind anyone that it even happened. Reid simply smiled them off. What was he supposed to do? Reid had to get used to everything, the lights, and the sounds. He actually had found that he could tune in and out. Some conversations at some points were quite disturbing and he wished he could cut his ears off but of course that wouldn't solve anything, the conversations were seared into his brain forever now. The team was of course happy but the looks on their faces of concern and doubt were clear. Reid should have died but was miraculously saved and then he's out within two days no less, it was swimming in their minds. Reid didn't know what to say when they asked, how he healed so quickly, how could he say it but Morgan said he couldn't tell anyone which was understandable from Reid's view. He didn't want to tell anyone about him nor didn't he even want Morgan to know but he was somewhat glad that Morgan knew about him, it relived him for some reason, it wasn't just his burden which sounds selfish but it was true.

"Hey Reid, are you sure you're fine to leave?" Prentiss asked, as Reid packed his bags.

"Yeah, I'm fine, really," Reid actually felt better than ever, like he could do anything but that was properly a side effect, a good one, Reid was now worried about the bad ones.

"Reid, no one expects you to recover from what happened," Prentiss sighed with empathy.

"I know, trust me I know but honestly I feel better than ever before and we can't help with this case anymore, we've given all the information to them, so it's better if we leave anyway," Reid piped, zipping up his bag and slugging it out of the hospital, leaving Prentiss in the empty room.

The plane home ride was at least to say awkward, Reid and Morgan sat together while the others sat elsewhere, quietly casting eyes towards the two. Reid and Morgan ignored them, discussing in hush tones their problem.

"Come on, Reid," Morgan sighed, he was hoping Reid would take this better.

"No, you invited the crazy psycho over here, what's to worry about?" Sarcasm dripped from Reid's mouth.

"Come on, I talked to the guy and yeah he's a little creepy but he is the only one who can protect you, shouldn't that be your number one priority right now?" Morgan's eyes burned into Reid's.

"Fine but can we talk about this later, I'm just yeah, not in the mood right now, not yet," Reid dazed off, not fully focused on the next words of Morgan's.

Reid's eyes slowly fluttered into darkness. Many thoughts consumed his mind but something was pushing its way in, clouding all other dreams. Red eyes. Hideous beast. Blood was everywhere, splattering the walls crimson. Nothing was right. The urge grew stronger within him. The blood dripping and the piercing scream actually aroused this thing in him, this monster in him. It frightened him beyond anything but nothing could stop him. He enjoyed this, tearing the flesh, stripping meat from the bone.

"Reid! Reid!" Reid awoke in cold sweat. Morgan's face was rippled in fear. Reid's eyes darted back and forth, unable to recognize his surroundings. Than his eyes found the rest of his team. Faces staring endlessly at him. Fear. Concern. Reid's heart felt like it was going to tear from his chest. Until Morgan's hand came upon his shoulder. He felt normal again. He felt at home and not in that… that nightmare of his. But in reality he felt it inside him. Deep inside of him but still there. His face felt clammy and his shirt felt drenched. The images kept flashing before his eyes. Blood. Flesh. Everything. It was never going to leave him alone. The animal was never going to leave him alone.

They all left the plane. No words were traded except for the goodbyes as they parted their ways. Nervous eyes trailed Reid before stepping away and looking forward to their own destination. Hotch, on the other hand, walked towards Reid.

"Reid, I want you to take time off," Hotch's stare didn't gaze anyplace else.

"But…" Reid tried to argue.

"It's an order," Hotch walked off, not letting Reid get in another word.

Reid felt like pouting but sucked it up. He wanted to work, it would take his mind off of everything and maybe… jut maybe it would make everything just disappear but that was a hopeless dream, he knew that. He just wanted this to have never happened. Reid turned and walked away.

"Hey, Reid if you want you could come over to my place," Morgan asked catching up to Reid, he didn't want to leave Reid alone for one second anymore. He was going to protect him.

"No, I'll be alright," Reid sighed, the weight of tireless sleeps was weighing in on him.

"Reid if you want…" Morgan started.

"Morgan, if anything happens than I'll call you, okay?" This seemed to calm Morgan down but not completely, the hesitation in him walking away made the guilt inside Reid grow. He knew that Morgan was trying to help but there was nothing really he could do.

Reid laid in his bed, endlessly tossing and turning, sometimes even tearing the sheets accidently. His eyes not at his own will fell shut and he drifted into the horrid world within him. Blood was all he really noticed, that and the excitement that made him truly sick inside. He was yearning for it. It made him feel disgusting, sick on the inside but the bloodlust seemed to overpower everything. The soaking of the blood on his skin.

He awoke suddenly, drenched in his own sweat, breathing heavily.

"What did you dream about?" A stern, flat voice spun but his tone suggested that he already knew the answer to his question. The man's eyes did not wonder from the book that was in his hands.

"Who…" Reid's mind blurred, unable to recognize the person until he finally came into focus. Damian Davis, "How did you get in my apartment?"

"It isn't that hard, especially when you can do what I do but that's off topic, the dreams they aren't going to go away easily and not now at all times," Damian slyly took off topic and moved to the full reason he was here.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Reid was terribly shaky and sweat was still beading down his forehead but he was stubborn and despite the obvious scene before Damian he still continued with his façade against him.

"Lying that is completely obvious is one thing but even if you were the best lying on the planet I would still be able to tell whether you were lying or not, it's one of the perks of being what we are and trust me, you'll want to know everything about anything evolved with this world and trust me, you won't survive a day without my help," Damian was cocky with his superiority against Reid but for some strange reason it was actually comforting, like having a parental figure to guide you through you're childhood. Reid wasn't going to bite the hand that was properly literally going to feed him.

"How?" Reid asked, slowly gathering his thoughts and processing everything going on around him.

"Get ready, I will show you everything," Damian with one step, was gone with a single line blur. Reid's eyes widen with shock but almost pure awe.

Reid throw the covers off himself but stared down in almost terror, dirt littered the covers, he looked at his hands dirt was deep under is fingernails. He rushed into the bathroom and undressed himself and placed himself within the shower. He was still shaking as the dirt trailed down his wet body, he couldn't have done anything, and he couldn't of, not him, not him. The dreams were rolling over in his head, replaying now constantly, all of them, every time he had them, did he go out, and did he hurt people. No, he couldn't do this, not if he was turning into a monster, not a monster, he wasn't a monster.

He threw the sheets into the wash and cleaned everything, he couldn't bear to look at it anymore, it just reminded him of the dreams but they weren't dreams anymore, they were turning into reality. He walked out of the room and found Damian sitting on the lounge chair, gazing down at his hands.

"So, what," Reid took a few steps forward before he was looking directly at Damian.

"Well first, you want to know about the dreams don't you?" Damian was good, Reid would give him that but this mysterious aura that he was giving off was a little unsettling for Reid, he didn't like that he didn't really know about the man except for what they found out about him but all that could just be a cover for the people who were around him.

"Did I do any of it? Did I hurt people?" Reid sat down placing his head within his hands and gazing up, it was terrifying him right down to his insides, the bile was raising within his stomach for the unheard answers that weren't with him.

"No," Damian gave off like it was a simple small talk question.

"No?" Reid repeated, it wasn't the answer he had expected, it was the answer. It was like he was almost hoping for another answer, almost like he wanted the other answer and that wasn't the thing that horrified him the most, he was almost wanting the other answer.

"No," Damian shrugged, he wasn't exactly the best teacher in the world.

"But… But everything that I saw, it was real, it felt real and the dirt in my bed, it was to say something, it has to mean something, doesn't it?" Reid ushered, he felt like he was going to exploded with this heat growing inside of him.

"Yes it does mean something but you haven't hurt anyone, not yet anyway," Damian paused letting the information sink into Reid, "The dreams are almost like a way of communicating, the alpha that bit you, he doesn't have a pack, you are the first person who has survived the bite and right now he wants you to be a part of the pack, he wants you to go hunt with him but you have a choice, if you hunt with him than you'll be safe but you'll kill people in the process, if you don't then he'll kill you."

"What, how the hell am I supposed to choose, how am I supposed to survive," Reid almost shouted, he didn't want this nor did he choose this, he felt like he was being boxed in with no way out and that there was no air for him, he was suffocating.

"Not if I can teach you, you can survive without the alpha but you can't survive alone, you need my help," Damian got up, "So let's get started."

Thanks for reading! Next Chapter we get into training Reid. Yay!