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“Reid you’re never usually like this, you okay?” Emily was concerned for Spencer, just like the rest of the team.
Spencer was not okay, not to anyone’s surprise. He wasn’t going to say it out loud however, they don’t need the confirmation.
Spencer had gone a week without blood. This wasn’t a record for him or anything, he had gone months without any.
This time was different though, he wasn’t in the right headspace. He kept drifting off to scenarios while working, he couldn’t focus on his job properly.
“Hm- yeah i’m fine” snapping back into reality.
“You know we always share stuff Spence, if something’s bothering you, i’m here”
Fucking profilers.
“I’m fine, seriously Prentiss just drop it” he didn’t have the energy to entertain false appreciation.
A glimpse of hurt flashed across Emily’s face, but she quickly covered it up with a comforting smile.
Spencer saw it though, of course he saw it.
His last body was this random girl he met at a bar.
He spotted the girl from across the bar, well more like sniffed her out, her scent was strong. Next thing he knew he was taking her to the bathroom, feeding, then making the memories go away.
Spencer despises being a vampire. It goes against all of his morals. When he’s in the office, he dedicates his time studying and finding unsubs, overcompensating for the pain he inflicts on others outside of work.
He fantasises about just being normal.
Spencer wasn’t considered normal before being turned, ‘child prodigy bullshit’ he always calls it. Now he’s the furthest thing away from being normal.
Being a vampire definitely is the opposite of what’s considered normal.
Often he was incredible at controlling his bloodlust, but seeing the blood all over the crime scene was the trigger for Spencer.
The team were on high alert about Spencer’s headspace during this case, especially Emily.
She wasn’t very subtle with her glances toward Spencer.
To everyone’s surprise, they finished the case the same day, Spencer was elated. He could finally get something to eat.
At least that’s what he thought.
Spencer was preparing himself for the guilt and grief that was to occur after he fed. He would always find some creative way to grieve over his pre-vampire self.
There was a knock on his apartment door though, he almost thought he got lucky with uber eats, until he listened closer.
“Fuck sake” he whispered under his breath.
Emily was standing on the other side of his door. This wasn’t unusual for the two, often showing up to check on eachother, but tonight was not the night.
“Reid? Are you home?”
He let out an exasperated sigh, swinging the door open.
“Hi”, scared to speak too much in case he snaps.
“Hey, I just wanted to come check up on you.” Emily meant it, Spencer could tell that from the sincerity in her voice.
“Em I’m fine, I’m sorry for snapping at you earlier I was just distracted.” he wasn’t completely lying.
“Distracted with what?”
Sometimes he appreciates the stubbornness Emily held, but he was worried he didn’t have the patience for that tonight. The last thing he wanted to do was snap at the one person that always cares for him.
“Oh nothing important,” he waved to prove his point further, “come in Em”, it took all of his energy to stifle the sentence out.
Emily walked in, admiring the apartment she had seen hundreds of times prior. She never seemed to get tired of gazing at the plethora of books Spencer owns.
Spencer started making Emily a tea exactly how she likes it, quarter filled with milk, two sugars at warm heat.
“So what’s this unimportant thing that’s not bothering you at all?”
“Oh it’s nothing really..“ he wished he would get sucked up into Emily’s tea to avoid this conversation.
“Cmon Spence.” Emily’s serious tone always made him feel the need to tell her his deepest, darkest secrets.
“The headaches are back” a white lie never hurt anyone. It’s not like he could tell her the truth.
Emily’s face twisted into an expression of sympathy. “Have you been eating?”
“I mean.. yeah mostly” he was lying.
Mostly.
“What triggered it this time?” she knew too much about him, he hated it.
“I visited my mom last week-“ he rubbed his head, “she had a really bad episode and I just- I can’t eat without feeling sick.”
“Why didn’t you ask me to go out for lunch? I know that usually helps.” Emily discarded her tea, full attention on Spencer.
“Because it won’t help this time.” he was running out of patience.
“You don’t know that for sur-“
“I do know Emily. Food won’t help.” he snapped.
“It’s helped in the past with your headaches.” Emily kept her voice calm, she knew Spencer became more prone to snapping when he was angry at the world.
“For god sakes Emily it’s not headaches!” fell out of his mouth before he could prevent it.
“You just said it was!”
“I lied okay, must you be so nosey?”
Emily felt her chest cave in. She’d never seen Spencer act this abruptly, he always made a point of never being insulting toward her, there was something wrong.
She sidelined her own hurt over his comment, prioritising the hurt man that stood in front of her. She never thought a kitchen could feel suffocating.
“Spencer, you don’t mean that.” attempting to ground him.
“And how would you know that Emily?”
“Because you’re my best friend and you’re hurt. You’re directing your anger at the person trying to help you, all because you can’t accept that something is wrong.”
Realisation hit him right where it hurts, it was Spencer’s turn to feel his chest cave in.
Spencer however, was also stubborn, he wasn’t going to admit Emily was correct.
“You can’t help me with this problem Em.” his voice was a whisper this time.
“Convince yourself that all you like, but we both know that’s not true.”
Emily was glaring right at him, trying to crack him with her eyes, his vision flicking between the tea that had now gone cold and Emily’s eyes.
“I can’t explain this to you, I wouldn’t even know how to start.”
“ Try, please.”
The options were running through his head. Emily may be able to help, but the probability of that was low. If he told her and she completely freaked out, their friendship would be destroyed.
He had enough of dealing with this problem by himself though, if he was going to tell anyone, Emily would be his safest bet.
“Sit.”
Emily walked toward the couch, Spencer following right behind her.
She cupped her hands over his as a silent encouragement to ensure it was going to be okay.
“Breathe Spence.” He didn’t realise he had been holding his breath.
Silence filled the room for what felt like years for Emily, but only seconds to Spencer.
“I don’t really know where to begin-“
“Anywhere is fine, tell me however it’s comfortable for you.”
It was now or never.
“So when I was in my last years of college- my late teens, I got involved with the wrong crowd..”
Emily squeezed his hands.
“Who would think that would ever happen to a genius like me?” attempted to lighten the tone in his voice.
“These people were really bad, like worse than some of the people we see at our job. I didn’t know what I was signing up for.”
He takes another shaky breath.
“One night, I was at one of the gatherings they held, they called them blood parties, which I found pretentious and idiotic.” Emily was listening intently.
“I didn’t even know what took place at these events, I just knew I finally was invited and included in something, and that felt great.” flashes of being left out throughout his college years popped into his head.
“This woman- she was so alluring- offered me a deal I couldn't resist; For other people to like me. I should’ve turned the other way.”
“I was so stupid really, for a so-called genius I definitely could have made a better choice, I was just so caught up on the idea of people not being cruel to me anymore.”
Emily didn’t know the point Spencer was trying to get at but was attentively comforting him.
“After that conversation, she took me outside and performed some sort of ritual on me- I thought it was a joke at first.”
“That was until she cracked my neck.”
Emily’s jaw dropped.
Emily sat still in shock for minutes. She wasn’t scared, just utterly confused on how it’s possible.
“But y- you died?”
“Yeah Em, I died.”
“But now you’re alive?”
“The ritual they performed made me into a vampire. I thought it was fiction, I never considered the possibility I could be one in the future, let alone that they were real.”
Spencer was shaking waiting for Emily to react, to just say something.
“So you’re a vampire?”
“Yes.” he exhaled, regret already seeping into the carpet.
“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have told you-“
“So when you say you’re hungry, that’s what you mean?” Emily wasn’t even listening to Spencer, the dots were connecting too fast in her head.
“Yes but the problem is I only feed every few months- I don’t embrace it at all, I hate it.”
The room was silent minus the clock ticking. Both bodies were stiff on the couch, unsure what to say next.
Emily had a surge of confidence.
“Why don’t you just feed on me?”
“Emily what no, are you insane?!”
“You don’t kill the people you feed on right? You just take enough to sustain you-“
Spencer thought this was absolutely ridiculous.
“I’m not going to entertain this idiotic idea, Emily.”
“Do you, or do you not just take enough blood to sustain you?”
Spencer sighed with defeat, “Just enough to sustain me.”
“Then you can feed on me, it’s not your fault you got tricked into some fucked up deal.”
Spencer genuinely questioned if Emily was losing it.
“This is ridiculous-“ he shot up from sitting on the couch.
Emily grabbed him by the wrist, preventing him from walking off.
"Do it.”
Hunger flashed through him for a split second. This wasn’t right, Emily is his best friend, what if he hurt her?
“Spencer.”
Before he could contemplate the pros and cons, Emily bit her wrist, allowing the scent of blood to flow right to Spencer.
His eyes went wide, stumbling in his spot to not launch at Emily.
“I don’t want to hurt you..” eyes inching towards Emily’s wrist.
“I know you won’t, I trust you.”
Spencer swallowed her words, analysing each one with the brain power he had left. The bloodlust was starting to make him tremble.
“Tell me if you want me to stop.” he caressed Emily’s wrist in his hand, kneeling down to the floor, slowly bringing her wrist up to his mouth. He kept his eyes locked onto Emily’s, looking for any hint of hesitation in her. His mouth grazed her skin ever so slightly, eliciting a shaky breath to slip from her lips.
His tongue hovered around the exterior of the jagged cut Emily left, he was scared to go further, Emily noticed.
“You can bite me, it’s okay Spence.”
The confirmation went straight through Spencer. He bit through the skin of Emily’s wrist without her even flinching.
Her blood was delectable, flowing smoothly through Spencer’s fangs. The back of his throat felt euphoric. He slowly sank his fangs deeper, keeping his eyes locked with Emily’s. She was starting to enjoy the feeling due to the aphrodisiac flowing from his fangs.
Spencer pulled away after just a few seconds, “You okay?”
“Keep going, please," desperation wavering in Emily’s voice, she almost shocked herself.
Spencer wasn’t about to deny her. “The uh- bathroom will be less messy- you know, easier to clean and stuff.” he cleared his throat.
Drinking willingly from a human is an intimate gesture, they were definitely crossing some sort of blurred line between the two of them.
Neither of them cared about the lines.
Emily stood up, helping Spencer up from his knees. Her hand wrapped around Spencer's wrist, lingering there while they stood frozen for what felt like eternity.
Emily’s blood was sitting on Spencer’s bottom lip, he licked it off with a flick of his tongue. Emily’s eyes were magnetised to his lips, she felt like she was under a spell.
She couldn’t take it anymore, putting her hands either side of Spencer’s face and pulling him in. Spencer pulled back at first, unsure what to do next.
His lips met with hers again, stumbling quickly to the bathroom. The kiss was messy and fast, almost in a rush to devour each other.
Spencer lifted Emily onto the counter, her legs wrapping around his as she tilted her head up further against his lips. He pressed against her, desperation for her flowing through his body.
Emily was the one to pull away, “Spence-“ she was scared to ask.
Scared to cross the line.
Spencer was immediately worried, “Did I hurt you?” He attempted to take a step back, but Emily was still clutching onto him with her thighs.
“No I just-“
He let out a sigh hearing confirmation she was okay, “What is it Em?”
“I want you to drink from my neck.”
Spencer’s eyes went wide from shock.
Emily had always had a sensitive neck, Spencer had noticed when she would turn up to work with bruises peeking over her turtleneck, letting his mind wander ever so slightly before he had to stop himself.
“Em..I could hurt you if I do.” he wanted nothing more than to bring his fantasies to life, but he also didn’t want to accidentally kill his best friend.
“Please Spence.”
The thread Spencer’s self control was held on with snapped, “Tap my thigh twice if you want me to stop, okay?” He grazed his fingers along her neck, clearing the hair from it, Emily shivered at the contact, thighs squeezing around him tighter. Her breathing was uneven, feeling lightheaded from the pleasure. She nodded silently at his command.
“I need you to use your words baby.” The nickname slipped out of him before he could consider it, making his fingers falter across her neck.
“Yes.” The nickname sounded better than it should from her best friend's mouth.
Spencer noticed the effect the nickname had on her, he felt powerful knowing he could break her into pieces.
He tilted her chin up to look at him, “Good girl.”
A small whine erupted from the back of Emily’s throat, pulling Spencer’s lips back to hers. The kiss was slower, more intimate, yet the intensity was stronger than the last time.
Spencer trailed kisses across Emily until he reached the side of her neck. His mouth was hovering above her neck, waiting for her to make the next move. She could feel the warmth of his unsteady breath. She felt a sense of pride knowing she could make him fall apart just as easily as he could her.
“Go ahead baby.”
Spencer sank his fangs into her slowly, one hand holding her waist while the other caressed her face, her head tilted back in pleasure, giving him more access.
A shameless moan slipped from Emily’s lips, finding her hands in Spencer’s hair. The pain mixed with pleasure made her feel animalistic. Spencer reacted back with his own whine, elated with the taste of her blood.
Spencer sank deeper, the hands that hovered in his hair pulling hard. A loud moan elected from him at the contact.
He pulled away “Fuck, do that again.”
Emily didn’t appreciate the lack of manners, “Do what again Spencer?”
“Pull it harder, please." He begged, causing Emily’s brain to short-circuit, she wanted to make him beg forever.
Too desperate herself to deny him any longer though, she does what he says, threading her fingers back through his hair, keeping her eyes locked with his.
She pulls hard, watching in awe as Spencer lets out the most pornographic moan she had ever heard, rolling his eyes shut and tilting his head back as his jaw goes slack.
Jesus christ.
She couldn’t take it anymore, she needed to feel his lips around his neck again.
Emily pulled Spencer’s head back into the crook of her neck, giving him permission to continue. He abruptly bit back into her, consuming all her thoughts along with her blood.
She moaned again, matching the noises coming from Spencer. Her hands rested in his hair, continuously tugging it to amplify his pleasure. She was falling apart in the hands of her best friend;
and it felt good.
Blood was running through Spencer's mouth, his hunger being fulfilled. Emily was right about being able to help him, she just didn't know it would help her too.
However Emily was still a human, she had a limited blood supply that Spencer was very cautious over. With all the power he could muster up, he pulled away from her leaving little kisses along her collarbone.
“Spence, keep going please.” Emily whined at the lack of contact, but she knew if it was her decision she would suffer from serious blood loss.
“Em I can’t, you trust me not to hurt you.” He ran his thumb over her lip, trying to get her back into the right headspace. Disappointment was plastered on her face, she knew they couldn’t keep going.
“Okay.” Was all she could bring herself to say, tiredness already kicking in.
Spencer leaned in, softly grabbing her chin to bring her lips to his, she accepted it, slowly unwrapping her legs from around him. The kiss was delicate and caring, something that definitely wasn’t friendly. Neither of them had enough energy to question it though, both still in need for each other.
The kiss was long, longer than what it should be, that was the least of Spencer's concerns though.
“Cmon’ Em you gotta get cleaned up”, pushing the hair out of her face.
“Can I use your shower?”
“Of course, I’ll get you a towel.” He walked towards the door, making his way to the closet across the hall.
“Wait- don’t leave..”
He just stared at her, unsure what she meant.
“Please stay with me.”
“Oh Em..”
“Please, Spencer.”
Emily could see the uncertainty in his eyes, she knew it was because he was worried about making her uncomfortable, “I’m more comfortable with you here.”
“Okay.” He wrapped his arms around her, rubbing her back to sooth her before pulling away to heat up the shower.
Emily started to undress. This wasn’t the first time Spencer had seen her curves and creases, but it was never like this.
It was never intimate, never completely exposed, and always due to work somehow.
Spencer was respectful however, facing away when he heard the sound of her underwear dropping.
Emily stepped into the shower, “you need to clean up too, right?”
“Um- what?”
“Spencer, you’ve got blood all over you.”
“Oh yeah right”, he let out an awkward laugh.
“Get in.”
“What?!” He wasn’t uncomfortable, just shocked Emily would suggest that.
“It’s fine Spencer, I won't look at you”, attempting to reassure him, “seriously, the dried blood on you isn’t your best look.”
“O-okay.” He followed Emily's movements, stripping himself bare of his clothes before joining her in the shower, Emily averted her eyes.
They embraced the hot flow of water and the comfort they brought each other, washing the blood and their desires down the drain.
"Thank you.” Spencer said after a long stretch of silence, bringing his lips to meet Emily’s wet forehead.
“For what?” Emily figured they had both enjoyed it equally.
“Helping me.”
“Anytime Spence.”