first meeting - hotch/reid - 1/1
title: first meeting
author: foreverflicker
fandom: criminal minds
pairing(s): hotch/reid
rating: pg (mentions of blood/vampirism)
genre: pre-slash
disclaimer: First off, I do not own Criminal Minds, that belongs to CBS & the creators of the show. Secondly, no profit was made off of this piece of work. And, lastly, it’s fiction. All of this was created from my mind. To my knowledge, none of this has happened.
summary: “You’ve been following me for a week now. You know who I am, you know what I do, so enlighten me; why?” - non-modern au featuring vampire!hotch & human!reid.
note(s): wow. it has been almost two years since i updated this journal. damn. well, i hope that doesn't happen again. but this time, i come baring a new pairing from a new fandom i have yet to write for - hotch/reid from criminal minds. i recently became obsessed with the show and this pairing and for some reason, this baby just kind of. . .popped out. so, here it is. um, non-beated, so all mistakes are my own. hope that a two year hiatus hasn't caused me to suck. D:
The moon was sitting high above the town, its’ rays slicing across the city streets. It was past midnight and the evening rain had come to a halt, leaving puddles in its’ wake. He trampled in them, the water smacking against the quiet street he walked. Besides him, the street was bare. There were only a few who ventured out this late at night such as the lowlifes of the city, the drunks who threw their money at the friendliest bartender they could find, hoping to find comfort in the bottom of the glass. All he had to do was wait until a low life with his pockets empty stumbled down his path.
Or, perhaps he’d find a scoundrel in the alleyway, his calloused hands feeling their way up some young girl who they had wooed with their riches and who had probably told them no. But, no was never an option for these rich bastards; the word no didn’t exist for them, so a back alleyway it was. There, they could get what they wanted and nobody could stop them. All they’d leave in their wake was a broken girl who everyone would call a dirty whore and never believe. Of course, that’s unless he had anything to do with it.
But, it had already been an hour and there had been no sign of a scoundrel or stumbling drunk. He hadn’t seen one on the street he was currently prowling and there had yet to be a stench of alcohol seeping from clothes, or scream of a damsel in distress to elude him to possible prey. There was absolutely nothing in town tonight, which was frustrating to him because there was always someone around here.
Hotch couldn’t help the small growl the escaped his lips. After all, his teeth were itching to feel the pulse of a human as it slowly left their body, his throat wishing for the taste of human blood. He was also growing in frustration at the human following him.
It started last week. He never stayed close to Hotch, but he was never far off either, not that it mattered. The kid’s scent radiated off of him no matter how far or how close he was. And God, did he smelled beautiful. He smelled pure, perfect, so many things that Hotch rarely smelled anymore, especially since his prey were always bastards and men who stank of liquor. It took a lot of Hotch’s control not to pressed the kid up against the nearest wall and kill him because Hotch didn’t kill innocent men like him. He killed the bastards of the city he currently considered his home.
He followed Hotch. He followed him and because Hotch had strict rule about killing people who didn’t deserve it, he never stopped the kid - at least, stopped him to the point of killing him. Though, he hadn’t stopped him by telling him to leave him alone either. Hotch wasn’t sure how he was supposed to do that since “stop following me or I’ll kill you” wasn’t going to work due to the fact that Hotch couldn’t follow through. Plus, it wasn’t like the kid had told anybody who Hotch was because there was never anyone else following him besides this kid. Nobody else, only him, only his footsteps, only his smell.
But, tonight Hotch was getting frustrated. It was strange having somebody follow him, watch him was he drained the life out of some bastard who deserved it and not even attempt to stop him or kill him with their homemade stake. It irked Hotch, in a good way and a bad way and that unsettled him. And, Hotch just couldn’t take it anymore. The kid had to stop.
Without warning, Hotch turned on his heel and within a split second he had closed the distance between himself and the kid and pressed the kid up against the wall and glared at the boy. No, young man - it was a young man that he was staring at, though to Hotch, who was almost two hundred years old, he was a kid; a handsome kid with scraggly brown hair that was tangled from the night wind and huge brown eyes that were looking up at him in shock. No fear, just shock. Hotch mentally shook his head. He was so used to seeing shock mixed with utter fear in the eyes of the people he drained that the absence of fear was something new, different, odd.
“You’ve been following me for a week now. You know who I am, you know what I do, so enlighten me; why?” Hotch asked, keeping the young man pressed against the wall. He didn’t even make a move to remove himself from Hotch’s grasp and Hotch couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed and little unsettled; he wasn’t used to having somebody not move when he was this close to him or her. Most people squirmed, try to get away, tried to fight against him, but this man? Not a muscle in his body moved to get away.
He was silent for a split second. “I was interested in you. I mean, I’ve never actually come in contact with a vampire-” Hotch hissed, hoping the boy would get his hint and keep his voice down. Not everyone in a ten mile radius needed to know what Hotch was. It was bad enough this kid knew. “And, I wanted to study you, see if what they say about you is true. I want to document-”
“You want to document me?” Hotch’s voice was raised an octave or two and his fangs were protruding slightly, but the young man just barely flinched and Hotch was quite sure it was because of his voice, not his fangs. It disturbed him.
“We don’t know much about vampires. Legend has it that you live in coffins during the day, that you have been created by the devil, that you could perhaps even have wings-” Hotch couldn’t help the laugh that escaped his lips. Wings? That was absolutely absurd. And, coffins? Ridiculous. Sure, they kept out of the sunlight that much was true, but they did not have to hide in a pine box to do such a thing.
His laugh must have hit a nerve with the young man because his face fell ever so slightly and he lowered his head an inch.
Hotch said nothing for a moment. “What have you learned about me?” he asked and the young man’s head lifted and he looked at Hotch. His eyes seemed to brighten. Again, Hotch didn’t like the feeling he got.
“I have basically denounced all the previously mentioned facts; after you’re done for the night, you retire to a inn that you’re currently staying at, not to a coffin. You have never flown, so it gives me reason to believe you do not have wings of any kind. You - and I think this specifically relates to you as an um, person? - tend to only prey on victims that, in a sense, deserve death. You have saved two girls this week from being raped by men, who I assume have raped before and the rest have been drunks. Now, as for the drunks, I’m not quite sure they deserve to die-”
“So, you’re not afraid of me,” Hotch cut him off, and he could see the young man was startled. He repeated his statement. “You’re not afraid of me.”
“Of course not. I mean, I was, I mean, don’t get me wrong because well, you’re a vampire after all and you kill people, which I don’t know if I agree with, but you are not killing “innocent” men, so maybe it’s okay?” He was going off course and Hotch couldn’t help but find it quite amusing, but he quickly got back on track. “So, of course, I should be afraid of that. But, when I realized that you were not going to kill me after the first night, I knew I had nothing to fear. I mean you’ve known I was around the whole time. You had many opportunities to kill me and you - you didn’t,” he explained.
“How did you know? How did you know I was a vampire?”
“I had a suspicion. I had seen you out before down here, but never during the day. I never once spotted you during the day and I got - I got curious. And, you always seemed to be wandering around, sneaking around almost as if you were hiding something. Plus, you’re skin - it was so pale and so white. Something about you seemed. . .off.” Hotch couldn’t help but snort as he finally decided to let the young man out of his grasp. The boy seemed grateful and smoothed out his clothes.
“Glad to know I’m completely obvious,” he replied, his tone lighter than it had been previously.
The kid looked away from the invisible crease in his pants and up to him. “You’re not obvious, I only noticed because well, I’m perceptive? I read a lot and listen to people a lot and I well, I just remember a lot, that’s all,” he responded, almost in an attempt to make Hotch feel better about being “obvious”.
Hotch couldn’t help but crack a small smile. “What’s your name?”
“Spencer,” the young man said, a smile on his own lips as Hotch picked up a nasty stench that filled the air, sitting heavily on top the beautiful one that emanate from Spencer.
“Well, it was nice to meet you, Spencer, but you must excuse me. I have a, uh, matter of business I must take care of,” he told him and Spencer seemed to understand. He gave a small nod of his head and Hotch returned the gesture before taking off.
Maybe tomorrow night, he’d tell Spencer his name.
author: foreverflicker
fandom: criminal minds
pairing(s): hotch/reid
rating: pg (mentions of blood/vampirism)
genre: pre-slash
disclaimer: First off, I do not own Criminal Minds, that belongs to CBS & the creators of the show. Secondly, no profit was made off of this piece of work. And, lastly, it’s fiction. All of this was created from my mind. To my knowledge, none of this has happened.
summary: “You’ve been following me for a week now. You know who I am, you know what I do, so enlighten me; why?” - non-modern au featuring vampire!hotch & human!reid.
note(s): wow. it has been almost two years since i updated this journal. damn. well, i hope that doesn't happen again. but this time, i come baring a new pairing from a new fandom i have yet to write for - hotch/reid from criminal minds. i recently became obsessed with the show and this pairing and for some reason, this baby just kind of. . .popped out. so, here it is. um, non-beated, so all mistakes are my own. hope that a two year hiatus hasn't caused me to suck. D:
The moon was sitting high above the town, its’ rays slicing across the city streets. It was past midnight and the evening rain had come to a halt, leaving puddles in its’ wake. He trampled in them, the water smacking against the quiet street he walked. Besides him, the street was bare. There were only a few who ventured out this late at night such as the lowlifes of the city, the drunks who threw their money at the friendliest bartender they could find, hoping to find comfort in the bottom of the glass. All he had to do was wait until a low life with his pockets empty stumbled down his path.
Or, perhaps he’d find a scoundrel in the alleyway, his calloused hands feeling their way up some young girl who they had wooed with their riches and who had probably told them no. But, no was never an option for these rich bastards; the word no didn’t exist for them, so a back alleyway it was. There, they could get what they wanted and nobody could stop them. All they’d leave in their wake was a broken girl who everyone would call a dirty whore and never believe. Of course, that’s unless he had anything to do with it.
But, it had already been an hour and there had been no sign of a scoundrel or stumbling drunk. He hadn’t seen one on the street he was currently prowling and there had yet to be a stench of alcohol seeping from clothes, or scream of a damsel in distress to elude him to possible prey. There was absolutely nothing in town tonight, which was frustrating to him because there was always someone around here.
Hotch couldn’t help the small growl the escaped his lips. After all, his teeth were itching to feel the pulse of a human as it slowly left their body, his throat wishing for the taste of human blood. He was also growing in frustration at the human following him.
It started last week. He never stayed close to Hotch, but he was never far off either, not that it mattered. The kid’s scent radiated off of him no matter how far or how close he was. And God, did he smelled beautiful. He smelled pure, perfect, so many things that Hotch rarely smelled anymore, especially since his prey were always bastards and men who stank of liquor. It took a lot of Hotch’s control not to pressed the kid up against the nearest wall and kill him because Hotch didn’t kill innocent men like him. He killed the bastards of the city he currently considered his home.
He followed Hotch. He followed him and because Hotch had strict rule about killing people who didn’t deserve it, he never stopped the kid - at least, stopped him to the point of killing him. Though, he hadn’t stopped him by telling him to leave him alone either. Hotch wasn’t sure how he was supposed to do that since “stop following me or I’ll kill you” wasn’t going to work due to the fact that Hotch couldn’t follow through. Plus, it wasn’t like the kid had told anybody who Hotch was because there was never anyone else following him besides this kid. Nobody else, only him, only his footsteps, only his smell.
But, tonight Hotch was getting frustrated. It was strange having somebody follow him, watch him was he drained the life out of some bastard who deserved it and not even attempt to stop him or kill him with their homemade stake. It irked Hotch, in a good way and a bad way and that unsettled him. And, Hotch just couldn’t take it anymore. The kid had to stop.
Without warning, Hotch turned on his heel and within a split second he had closed the distance between himself and the kid and pressed the kid up against the wall and glared at the boy. No, young man - it was a young man that he was staring at, though to Hotch, who was almost two hundred years old, he was a kid; a handsome kid with scraggly brown hair that was tangled from the night wind and huge brown eyes that were looking up at him in shock. No fear, just shock. Hotch mentally shook his head. He was so used to seeing shock mixed with utter fear in the eyes of the people he drained that the absence of fear was something new, different, odd.
“You’ve been following me for a week now. You know who I am, you know what I do, so enlighten me; why?” Hotch asked, keeping the young man pressed against the wall. He didn’t even make a move to remove himself from Hotch’s grasp and Hotch couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed and little unsettled; he wasn’t used to having somebody not move when he was this close to him or her. Most people squirmed, try to get away, tried to fight against him, but this man? Not a muscle in his body moved to get away.
He was silent for a split second. “I was interested in you. I mean, I’ve never actually come in contact with a vampire-” Hotch hissed, hoping the boy would get his hint and keep his voice down. Not everyone in a ten mile radius needed to know what Hotch was. It was bad enough this kid knew. “And, I wanted to study you, see if what they say about you is true. I want to document-”
“You want to document me?” Hotch’s voice was raised an octave or two and his fangs were protruding slightly, but the young man just barely flinched and Hotch was quite sure it was because of his voice, not his fangs. It disturbed him.
“We don’t know much about vampires. Legend has it that you live in coffins during the day, that you have been created by the devil, that you could perhaps even have wings-” Hotch couldn’t help the laugh that escaped his lips. Wings? That was absolutely absurd. And, coffins? Ridiculous. Sure, they kept out of the sunlight that much was true, but they did not have to hide in a pine box to do such a thing.
His laugh must have hit a nerve with the young man because his face fell ever so slightly and he lowered his head an inch.
Hotch said nothing for a moment. “What have you learned about me?” he asked and the young man’s head lifted and he looked at Hotch. His eyes seemed to brighten. Again, Hotch didn’t like the feeling he got.
“I have basically denounced all the previously mentioned facts; after you’re done for the night, you retire to a inn that you’re currently staying at, not to a coffin. You have never flown, so it gives me reason to believe you do not have wings of any kind. You - and I think this specifically relates to you as an um, person? - tend to only prey on victims that, in a sense, deserve death. You have saved two girls this week from being raped by men, who I assume have raped before and the rest have been drunks. Now, as for the drunks, I’m not quite sure they deserve to die-”
“So, you’re not afraid of me,” Hotch cut him off, and he could see the young man was startled. He repeated his statement. “You’re not afraid of me.”
“Of course not. I mean, I was, I mean, don’t get me wrong because well, you’re a vampire after all and you kill people, which I don’t know if I agree with, but you are not killing “innocent” men, so maybe it’s okay?” He was going off course and Hotch couldn’t help but find it quite amusing, but he quickly got back on track. “So, of course, I should be afraid of that. But, when I realized that you were not going to kill me after the first night, I knew I had nothing to fear. I mean you’ve known I was around the whole time. You had many opportunities to kill me and you - you didn’t,” he explained.
“How did you know? How did you know I was a vampire?”
“I had a suspicion. I had seen you out before down here, but never during the day. I never once spotted you during the day and I got - I got curious. And, you always seemed to be wandering around, sneaking around almost as if you were hiding something. Plus, you’re skin - it was so pale and so white. Something about you seemed. . .off.” Hotch couldn’t help but snort as he finally decided to let the young man out of his grasp. The boy seemed grateful and smoothed out his clothes.
“Glad to know I’m completely obvious,” he replied, his tone lighter than it had been previously.
The kid looked away from the invisible crease in his pants and up to him. “You’re not obvious, I only noticed because well, I’m perceptive? I read a lot and listen to people a lot and I well, I just remember a lot, that’s all,” he responded, almost in an attempt to make Hotch feel better about being “obvious”.
Hotch couldn’t help but crack a small smile. “What’s your name?”
“Spencer,” the young man said, a smile on his own lips as Hotch picked up a nasty stench that filled the air, sitting heavily on top the beautiful one that emanate from Spencer.
“Well, it was nice to meet you, Spencer, but you must excuse me. I have a, uh, matter of business I must take care of,” he told him and Spencer seemed to understand. He gave a small nod of his head and Hotch returned the gesture before taking off.
Maybe tomorrow night, he’d tell Spencer his name.