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Title: Let the Right One In
Chapter 2
Summary: Vampire/werewolf AU. The BAU members are all supernatural creatures on two sides of a war. Poor, clueless human Spencer gets caught in the middle.
Pairing: Slash H/R, M/R
Rating: PG-13
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Chapter 2
Spencer opened his eyes and blinked immediately against the blinding light that surrounded him. Everything was sort of blurry but he could make out that he was in the university´s lecture hall, sitting in his usual seat in the first row by himself. All around him he could hear the buzzing of the other students´ voices, chatting and laughing, entirely excluding him.
Business as usual. He had never felt much grief over being an outsider, had simply figured that was his place. He was different from them, he didn't fit in and he knew that. That didn't keep him from feeling lonely sometimes though…
He jumped when someone touched his head from behind, spinning around to find Derek Morgan sitting in the row behind him, grinning as he leaned over his seat and kept toying with a long strand of Spencer's hair.
"All work and no play, pretty boy?" he smiled his usual billion watt smile, blinding Spencer even more.
With Derek he didn't mind though. He couldn't help but smile back, leaning into a dark hand as it tucked his hair behind his ear with casual familiarity.
Derek seemed the only one whose contours he could make out clearly against the light, the only really substantial thing. But then, that was hardly surprising. After all Derek had turned out to be an exception to almost every single one of his rules. The only one he let into his personal space, whose touch didn't feel invasive, the only one he really trusted. The only one without whom he really did feel lonely. His best friend.
"Come on, Spencer," Derek said in that moment, grasping his wrist with warm fingers to pull him to his feet.
"Where are we going?" Spencer asked, still disoriented in the bright room but trusting nonetheless.
No one else was acknowledging them, their voices fading as Derek spoke. "I have to go. Please…come with me."
He wasn't smiling anymore at that last part, his face suddenly looking almost scared, lost as he reached out for Spencer's hand. Spencer gasped as their surroundings faded into white, leaving them in a sea of insubstantial fog. Suddenly he felt scared, reaching out to keep Derek close but missing his hand by centimeters it seemed.
Derek was looking at him almost pleadingly as he drew away from him, the fog covering him more and more. Spencer tried running after him, holding him back, but he couldn't move his feet. "Derek!"
But his friend was gone, leaving him lost and frightened, screaming his name in vain.
"DEREK!"
Spencer Reid shot up from his sleep with a gasp, shaking as he slowly orientated himself, realizing he wasn't in class but in his living room. He ran a shaky hand through his tousled hair taking a deep breath.
Just a dream.
He must have fallen back asleep after Derek called. He looked around, half expecting the light in the kitchen or bathroom to be on or to find his friend sitting in the armchair across from the couch as he so often did but everything was dark and empty.
Confused, he glanced at the clock. Almost nine.
It had been hours since Derek had called.
With a sudden uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach he disentangled himself from his blanket and got up, checking every room of the apartment to see if Derek had come home and just not woken him. Nothing.
Spencer bit his lip, the anxious feeling from his dream returning full force. Where was he? He had said he´d be right there. Could he have changed his mind? He walked over to where his cell phone lay and glanced at the display. No messages. No, Derek would have called if something had come up, he was sure of that.
Really worried now, he speed dialed his friend´s number, impatiently waiting for him to pick up. Again, nothing.
Without hesitation he dialed another number, getting an answer right away.
"You're speaking with the Almighty Goddess of all things technology, what can I do you for?" a bright female voice chirped on the other end.
Normally Spencer would have smiled but at the moment he couldn't even focus, "Pen, it´s Spencer. Is Derek with you?"
"Oh, hey honey," their mutual friend chirped, "Uh, no. I haven't spoken to him since this morning. Why?"
Spencer felt his heart fall, debating whether to worry her, too. "I'm not sure. He was supposed to be here hours ago and he's not answering his cell phone."
"Hmm," Penny made, "I'm sure he's fine, darling, he'll probably walk in any minute. You know how much he hates to leave you all by yourself."
Spencer felt heat creeping into his cheeks, deliberately ignoring her jibe, "Maybe you're right. Sorry for bothering you."
"Oh, don't be silly. Call me once you've reached him, kay?"
"Thanks, I will." With that he hung up.
For a minute or so he just stood in the dark kitchen area, staring at his phone. Then, making a quick decision he grabbed his coat from the hanger and pulled on his shoes, heading for the door to their apartment.
He´d just have to look for Derek on the way he would have taken home, just to make sure nothing had happened.
His hand was already on the door knob when it was suddenly turned from outside, a key slipping into the lock.
Thank God.
Without waiting, Reid ripped the door open, about to either give Derek a piece of his mind or hug him in relief.
Instead, what he saw, even in the dim lightening of the hallway, was so shocking that he jumped, his heart missing a beat.
Derek almost wasn't recognizable. He looked like a walking corpse, face ashen and glazed eyes sunken into their hollows as he stared straight at him. There were dark smears all over his clothes, his neck and his face, the corners of his mouth. They were so dark that they almost looked like oil.
"Oh my God, Derek, what-?" Shock morphing into worry when he realized that something awful must have happened to his friend, Spencer automatically reached out to touch the gaping wound on his neck, fingers grazing the wetness covering it.
Blood.
At his touch, Derek's hands suddenly shot out without warning, grabbing him and shoving him back into the apartment. Spencer gasped in shock when he suddenly found himself with his back pressed to the wall, Derek's massive body all but crushing him. He smelt of dirt and sweat and blood, a mixture which turned Spencer's stomach, giving his apprehension an edge of panic.
His first instinct had been fear for Derek's well being, his hands coming up to support the older man, but it didn't take him more than a few seconds to realize that Derek wasn't clinging to him like this because he needed someone to keep him from falling. His grip wasn't helpless but strong and relentless, hot body pressing closer and leaving him immobile.
Spencer felt his breath catch in his throat, his heart suddenly beginning to race much faster. Something wasn't right. This wasn't how Derek would ever act, he hadn't come this close to him unasked since…
Instinctively, he pushed hard against Derek's arms. Without success. "Derek, what-?"
At the sound of his voice, his friend finally drew back a little, looking into his face.
His expression caused Spencer's heart to tumble straight into his stomach. He was looking at him with eyes so black and wild and frighteningly unfamiliar that he wouldn't have recognized them as Derek's under any other circumstance. They barely looked human as they flashed with excitement and hunger, fixated on him in a way that made his blood freeze.
He flinched when Derek suddenly leaned closer, turning his head so that Spencer could feel his breath on his neck, teeth grazing his skin.
Startled, he tried to pull away but Derek wouldn't let him. Instead he inhaled almost greedily, fingernails digging into Spencer's thin arms painfully.
"You smell…so good." he whispered right by his ear, making him shiver. It didn't sound like a compliment. It sounded hungry.
Spencer couldn't suppress a whimper, helpless tears welling up in his eyes as he pressed the side of his face to the wall.
Something was so wrong. He didn't even feel like this was Derek whose behavior was so threatening, so frightening. Never had he felt like this in his presence, like Derek might actually hurt him.
He let out a shaky breath, blood rushing in his ears and fear constricting his chest until he could barely breathe. "Derek." he heard his own voice crack as the man's grip tightened painfully, trapping him, mouth still against his throat. "Derek, please, you're scaring me…"
For a long, dreadful moment he was sure he hadn't even been heard. Derek's breath hit his neck- too hot, too close-as he pressed him into the wall.
Then though he pulled his head back slightly, eyes still black but with a curious expression as he fixated Spencer's tear streaked face, seemingly fighting with himself. His expression softened and his grip let up ever so slightly - Spencer was about to breathe out in relief when he suddenly felt a rough, wet tongue tracing the line his tears had left on his cheek.
He jerked away, pressing his eyes shut tightly in dread.
"Derek!"
He didn't know if it was the definite edge of panic in his voice but this time Derek did react to it.
Slowly, he pulled back and they just stared at each other, Derek absolutely motionless while Spencer was shaking and breathing fast. It seemed like forever but gradually Derek's eyes did clear, reason returning to them.
"Spencer…" he whispered his name, so hushed that he almost missed it over the sudden expression of horror that crossed Derek's face.
Derek. Finally. Spencer closed his eyes for a moment to blink his tears away.
When he opened them again, he was alone, nothing but his sore arms and back as reminders of Derek's presence.
Spencer let out a shaky sob, staring wide eyed into the dark and to the half open door.
Derek was gone, nowhere to be seen or heard. The shock, the fear, the racing of his heart remained.
His legs gave out and he sunk down with this back to the wall, pressing a trembling hand to his mouth.
What had just happened?
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Good question.
I would say Derek´s reaction was quite animalistic. Ha. Youre probably already guessing at what attacked him.
I have a plan for this but dont hesitate to offer suggestions on plot and characters, yes? Obviousy, Reid and Pen are human and so was Derek, but what about the rest of them?
I would really, really appreaciate feedback on this, thanks so much :D
Chapter 2
Summary: Vampire/werewolf AU. The BAU members are all supernatural creatures on two sides of a war. Poor, clueless human Spencer gets caught in the middle.
Pairing: Slash H/R, M/R
Rating: PG-13
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Chapter 2
Spencer opened his eyes and blinked immediately against the blinding light that surrounded him. Everything was sort of blurry but he could make out that he was in the university´s lecture hall, sitting in his usual seat in the first row by himself. All around him he could hear the buzzing of the other students´ voices, chatting and laughing, entirely excluding him.
Business as usual. He had never felt much grief over being an outsider, had simply figured that was his place. He was different from them, he didn't fit in and he knew that. That didn't keep him from feeling lonely sometimes though…
He jumped when someone touched his head from behind, spinning around to find Derek Morgan sitting in the row behind him, grinning as he leaned over his seat and kept toying with a long strand of Spencer's hair.
"All work and no play, pretty boy?" he smiled his usual billion watt smile, blinding Spencer even more.
With Derek he didn't mind though. He couldn't help but smile back, leaning into a dark hand as it tucked his hair behind his ear with casual familiarity.
Derek seemed the only one whose contours he could make out clearly against the light, the only really substantial thing. But then, that was hardly surprising. After all Derek had turned out to be an exception to almost every single one of his rules. The only one he let into his personal space, whose touch didn't feel invasive, the only one he really trusted. The only one without whom he really did feel lonely. His best friend.
"Come on, Spencer," Derek said in that moment, grasping his wrist with warm fingers to pull him to his feet.
"Where are we going?" Spencer asked, still disoriented in the bright room but trusting nonetheless.
No one else was acknowledging them, their voices fading as Derek spoke. "I have to go. Please…come with me."
He wasn't smiling anymore at that last part, his face suddenly looking almost scared, lost as he reached out for Spencer's hand. Spencer gasped as their surroundings faded into white, leaving them in a sea of insubstantial fog. Suddenly he felt scared, reaching out to keep Derek close but missing his hand by centimeters it seemed.
Derek was looking at him almost pleadingly as he drew away from him, the fog covering him more and more. Spencer tried running after him, holding him back, but he couldn't move his feet. "Derek!"
But his friend was gone, leaving him lost and frightened, screaming his name in vain.
"DEREK!"
Spencer Reid shot up from his sleep with a gasp, shaking as he slowly orientated himself, realizing he wasn't in class but in his living room. He ran a shaky hand through his tousled hair taking a deep breath.
Just a dream.
He must have fallen back asleep after Derek called. He looked around, half expecting the light in the kitchen or bathroom to be on or to find his friend sitting in the armchair across from the couch as he so often did but everything was dark and empty.
Confused, he glanced at the clock. Almost nine.
It had been hours since Derek had called.
With a sudden uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach he disentangled himself from his blanket and got up, checking every room of the apartment to see if Derek had come home and just not woken him. Nothing.
Spencer bit his lip, the anxious feeling from his dream returning full force. Where was he? He had said he´d be right there. Could he have changed his mind? He walked over to where his cell phone lay and glanced at the display. No messages. No, Derek would have called if something had come up, he was sure of that.
Really worried now, he speed dialed his friend´s number, impatiently waiting for him to pick up. Again, nothing.
Without hesitation he dialed another number, getting an answer right away.
"You're speaking with the Almighty Goddess of all things technology, what can I do you for?" a bright female voice chirped on the other end.
Normally Spencer would have smiled but at the moment he couldn't even focus, "Pen, it´s Spencer. Is Derek with you?"
"Oh, hey honey," their mutual friend chirped, "Uh, no. I haven't spoken to him since this morning. Why?"
Spencer felt his heart fall, debating whether to worry her, too. "I'm not sure. He was supposed to be here hours ago and he's not answering his cell phone."
"Hmm," Penny made, "I'm sure he's fine, darling, he'll probably walk in any minute. You know how much he hates to leave you all by yourself."
Spencer felt heat creeping into his cheeks, deliberately ignoring her jibe, "Maybe you're right. Sorry for bothering you."
"Oh, don't be silly. Call me once you've reached him, kay?"
"Thanks, I will." With that he hung up.
For a minute or so he just stood in the dark kitchen area, staring at his phone. Then, making a quick decision he grabbed his coat from the hanger and pulled on his shoes, heading for the door to their apartment.
He´d just have to look for Derek on the way he would have taken home, just to make sure nothing had happened.
His hand was already on the door knob when it was suddenly turned from outside, a key slipping into the lock.
Thank God.
Without waiting, Reid ripped the door open, about to either give Derek a piece of his mind or hug him in relief.
Instead, what he saw, even in the dim lightening of the hallway, was so shocking that he jumped, his heart missing a beat.
Derek almost wasn't recognizable. He looked like a walking corpse, face ashen and glazed eyes sunken into their hollows as he stared straight at him. There were dark smears all over his clothes, his neck and his face, the corners of his mouth. They were so dark that they almost looked like oil.
"Oh my God, Derek, what-?" Shock morphing into worry when he realized that something awful must have happened to his friend, Spencer automatically reached out to touch the gaping wound on his neck, fingers grazing the wetness covering it.
Blood.
At his touch, Derek's hands suddenly shot out without warning, grabbing him and shoving him back into the apartment. Spencer gasped in shock when he suddenly found himself with his back pressed to the wall, Derek's massive body all but crushing him. He smelt of dirt and sweat and blood, a mixture which turned Spencer's stomach, giving his apprehension an edge of panic.
His first instinct had been fear for Derek's well being, his hands coming up to support the older man, but it didn't take him more than a few seconds to realize that Derek wasn't clinging to him like this because he needed someone to keep him from falling. His grip wasn't helpless but strong and relentless, hot body pressing closer and leaving him immobile.
Spencer felt his breath catch in his throat, his heart suddenly beginning to race much faster. Something wasn't right. This wasn't how Derek would ever act, he hadn't come this close to him unasked since…
Instinctively, he pushed hard against Derek's arms. Without success. "Derek, what-?"
At the sound of his voice, his friend finally drew back a little, looking into his face.
His expression caused Spencer's heart to tumble straight into his stomach. He was looking at him with eyes so black and wild and frighteningly unfamiliar that he wouldn't have recognized them as Derek's under any other circumstance. They barely looked human as they flashed with excitement and hunger, fixated on him in a way that made his blood freeze.
He flinched when Derek suddenly leaned closer, turning his head so that Spencer could feel his breath on his neck, teeth grazing his skin.
Startled, he tried to pull away but Derek wouldn't let him. Instead he inhaled almost greedily, fingernails digging into Spencer's thin arms painfully.
"You smell…so good." he whispered right by his ear, making him shiver. It didn't sound like a compliment. It sounded hungry.
Spencer couldn't suppress a whimper, helpless tears welling up in his eyes as he pressed the side of his face to the wall.
Something was so wrong. He didn't even feel like this was Derek whose behavior was so threatening, so frightening. Never had he felt like this in his presence, like Derek might actually hurt him.
He let out a shaky breath, blood rushing in his ears and fear constricting his chest until he could barely breathe. "Derek." he heard his own voice crack as the man's grip tightened painfully, trapping him, mouth still against his throat. "Derek, please, you're scaring me…"
For a long, dreadful moment he was sure he hadn't even been heard. Derek's breath hit his neck- too hot, too close-as he pressed him into the wall.
Then though he pulled his head back slightly, eyes still black but with a curious expression as he fixated Spencer's tear streaked face, seemingly fighting with himself. His expression softened and his grip let up ever so slightly - Spencer was about to breathe out in relief when he suddenly felt a rough, wet tongue tracing the line his tears had left on his cheek.
He jerked away, pressing his eyes shut tightly in dread.
"Derek!"
He didn't know if it was the definite edge of panic in his voice but this time Derek did react to it.
Slowly, he pulled back and they just stared at each other, Derek absolutely motionless while Spencer was shaking and breathing fast. It seemed like forever but gradually Derek's eyes did clear, reason returning to them.
"Spencer…" he whispered his name, so hushed that he almost missed it over the sudden expression of horror that crossed Derek's face.
Derek. Finally. Spencer closed his eyes for a moment to blink his tears away.
When he opened them again, he was alone, nothing but his sore arms and back as reminders of Derek's presence.
Spencer let out a shaky sob, staring wide eyed into the dark and to the half open door.
Derek was gone, nowhere to be seen or heard. The shock, the fear, the racing of his heart remained.
His legs gave out and he sunk down with this back to the wall, pressing a trembling hand to his mouth.
What had just happened?
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Good question.
I would say Derek´s reaction was quite animalistic. Ha. Youre probably already guessing at what attacked him.
I have a plan for this but dont hesitate to offer suggestions on plot and characters, yes? Obviousy, Reid and Pen are human and so was Derek, but what about the rest of them?
I would really, really appreaciate feedback on this, thanks so much :D