spencerxvampire

[spencerxvampire]

⋆♱ Blood & Brains ♱⋆

Chapter 2 : Allison ⭑𓍯𓂃

word count : 17k

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The shop’s door opened, bringing Camilla back to reality, it was Allison here to pick up her things. They hadn’t seen each other since they broke up a couple of months ago. It had been messy, just like their whole relationship and Camilla was impatient to get this over with so she could finally move on. She needed this to be over and Allison had been dragging it, hanging on to any little thing she could to keep this relationship going. 

Camilla watched her walking in, ready to hand over the box of her things that had been waiting behind the counter for ages. But she knew it wouldn’t be that easy.

“Are we really doing this ? started Allison

“Al… You need to move on. I need to move on.”

“I don’t want to fucking move on !” exclaimed Allison

“Oh I’m aware but are you aware that you’re not alone in this ? Are you aware that relationships work both ways ?” 

“Cam please just give us a chance.”

“I gave us so many chances, Al…”

Allison stepped closer and reached for Camilla’s face 

“I can see it in your eyes, it’s not over.” she whispered as she cupped her face. It took the other woman everything not to melt into her touch, she closed her eyes and tried to remember how badly this woman had hurt her. She couldn’t go through this again, she deserved better. She felt a soft kiss on her cheek, tried to fight against herself until the kisses went down to her jaw, her neck, Allison’s hand in her hair now, and she melted. She gave in to that familiar embrace she had loved so much, she knew she would regret this later.

She grabbed Allison by the waist and drew her closer against herself. 

“This is not a good idea.” breathed Camilla

“I know.”

And yet they did not stop. They kissed deeper and harder, fangs coming out and drawing blood, hands searching for bare skin to touch, nails digging in. The world around them stopped existing, Allison pushing Camilla against a bookshelf kissing her jaw, down to her neck, Camilla’s hand in her hair holding her as close as possible. 

“I miss you so much.” whispered Allison as she sank her teeth into the other vampire’s neck earning a gasp of pleasure from her. She was now leaving a trail of bloody kisses down to her breasts, yanking her shirt off of her leaving her only in her lacy black bra and jeans, and came back up again. Camilla took charge and pushed Allison back further into the shop to one of the sofas she had set up for customers. More clothes came off, Camilla straddling the other woman, cupping her face with both hands, claiming her mouth as Allison started unbuttoning her jeans and slid a hand inside knowing exactly where to touch to make her lose her mind. Fangs sinking into each other’s skin as they moved against each other, Camilla grinding on Allison’s fingers, holding her by the hair, moaning in between kisses. 

Forgetting where they were and the whole world, too busy pretending everything was fine between them just for a moment doing the only thing that had never been a problem in their relationship, they didn’t hear the door opening. 

“Cam ? I brought som- OH shit I'm sorry” blurted Spencer .

Camilla jumped off Allison scrambling to grab whatever she could to hide herself behind which ended up being a Halloween themed cushion from the sofa. This brought her back to her senses. 

“I’m so sorry, I’ll come back another time maybe.” said Spencer, but he was frozen on the spot, not sure how to react to what he had just witnessed.

“No no, it’s fine, Al was just leaving. Right Al ?”

“She doesn’t look like she wants to leave,” he said glancing at Allison who was still sitting on the sofa

“God, this is so embarrassing. Al can you please go ?” requested Camilla

Allison sighed, put her clothes back on, stopped in front of Spencer on her way out, much too close for his taste and said “Nice to meet you Spencer, see you soon.” 

“Absolutely not, TAKE YOUR STUFF !” yelled Camilla

But she was gone.

“I’m sorry Spence, you didn’t need to see all of this. God I’m so stupid.” She sat on the sofa. Spencer sat next to her bringing with him her shirt he had picked up from the floor “Need this ?” he asked, handing her the shirt. “Thank you” she sighed. and put it back on.

“So what's the story here, do I want to know ? Also why do you have blood on your face ?” he asked

“That was just… my ex. We kind of… get extreme sometimes.” she replied, trying to wipe the dried blood off her cheek. “She came to take her things that I still had and… yeah.”

“Right. Maybe I should leave you alone.” he got up, still not sure what to do with everything he had just witnessed. 

“No Spence, where are you going ?” she followed him

“Home, you obviously don’t need me here.”

“What ? But I have books ready for you and you wanted to-”

“I don’t want to anymore. I need sleep.”

“Spencer-”

And he was gone.

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What he needed was actually to process this and understand why he had reacted the way he did. He didn’t understand the way he was feeling. Why was he jealous and hurt ? He and Camilla were not together, they were not a thing, he had no right to be this upset. And yet here he was, obsessed with this woman who obviously had enough going on already for her to care about him the way he cared about her. He was used to this, caring more about people than they did about him, being misunderstood and misunderstanding social situations. But that one hurt more for reasons he wasn’t sure he could figure out yet. He needed to know exactly what was going on or not between them, the facts, that’s what he needed. He decided to come back the next week when he had calmed down and processed his feelings, found words for what he felt and he would ask Camilla where she stood so he wouldn’t keep hoping for nothing. Communication is key isn’t it ?

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Spencer didn’t show up this week. Camilla was worried, after last week’s little incident they had been texting and he told her he would come. Maybe he forgot, no, Spencer Reid doesn’t just forget. Maybe he had more important stuff to do, he had better places to be than with some girl who can’t go outside in the daytime, she thought. Maybe it was better that way, she knew better than to get attached to some mortal boy didn’t she? 

On her way home that morning something was wrong, she just knew. The closer she got to her apartment, the worse she felt. Something familiar was in the air and she couldn’t put her finger on it. When she opened the door she smelled it. Blood. Human blood. Someone was there and was bleeding, or dead. She could hear breathing. And a heart, barely there. No thoughts. It came from her room, she followed the trail of blood drops and on her bed lay Spencer. Unconscious, barely breathing, barely alive in a pool of his own blood, bite marks on his neck. Someone had almost completely drained him and left him in her bed to die for her to find. 

“No no no no no Spencer oh my god” she ran to the bed and, without doubting for a second, bit her wrist and brought it to his mouth. She knew if he drank just enough it could save him.

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Spencer opened his eyes, this wasn’t his bed, the crimson walls and candles everywhere… Where was he ?

“Hey Spence” he heard Camilla say.

“Where am I ? What-”

“This is my guest room. You’ve slept all day, you needed it.”

“I… What ? I had the weirdest dream, you had fangs and you made me drink your blood ? I don’t remember coming here, I don't even know where you live. Did we ..?”

“Oh no, no we didn’t do anything. Here I made you some tea.” 

He sat up, took the mug she handed him, so confused and lost but the warmth of it was comforting. She sat on the bed, gave him that beautiful smile he was so fond of and took him into her arms, hugged him tight and he grew even more confused but hugged her back. He had wanted to do that so many times, he just didn’t really know how to initiate things and when. 

“I’m so sorry Spencer.” she whispered as she let him go.

“For what ? What happened ? I don’t understand what I’m doing here.”

“I want to tell you the truth but you’re not going to believe me and you’re not going to like it.” she said looking down at her hands.

“Try me.”

“It wasn’t a dream.” she breathed.

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Camilla had tried to explain to Spencer what happened, what she was, showing him her fangs again, putting a hand under the sun letting it burn her pale skin, biting herself so he would see how she instantly healed. He only had stared at her in disbelief and left saying he couldn’t do this.

After over two weeks without any sign of life from Spencer she was still trying not to reach out to him, she had left him alone thinking it would be the best thing to do after this revelation that would change everything he knew. He was an FBI agent for god's sake, had 3 PhDs and an IQ of 187, he had seen a whole lot of fucked up things but not vampires. He was all about the facts and explanations, science, they made him feel safe. That was what he could cling on to. Which is why she knew she had to show him the fangs and the way she burns under the sun. It had freaked him out. Because he couldn’t understand it, couldn’t explain it, it was impossible. He had freaked out and left and she couldn’t blame him. She just hoped he would be okay in the end. Her goal never had been to fuck up his life, he had almost died on her bed and she couldn’t lie to him and pretend everything was fine.

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[spencerxvampire]

⋆♱ Blood & Brains ♱⋆

Chapter 1 : Ghost Stories🕯️๋ ⭑𓍯𓂃

word count : 1.5k

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Spencer was on his way home from yet another late night's work after a long case. He was tired but didn’t want to go to sleep and be all alone yet so he took his time walking home, lost in thought and that’s when he noticed the bookshop. Everything was closed at this hour but the lights were on and someone was inside. He walked closer, intrigued because he can’t say no to a good bookshop. A sign said: “Open Monday to Saturday 8am - 6pm + nights Tuesday to Thursday”. He stepped inside like in a whole other world, every wall lined with bookshelves from floor to ceiling.

Spencer had rarely seen so many different kinds of books in the same shop. Every genre you could think of was here. Old, new, rare, popular, in different languages , anything you could imagine.

He was drawn to the horror section, ghost stories were his favorite and surely he would find something special here.

“Need help finding something ?”

Spencer jumped, she was right there and he hadn’t heard her coming. Yet she was right there standing next to him somehow, striking ice blue eyes staring into his soul. He was speechless. Him, Dr Spencer Reid, speechless. 

She was a tall, slender woman probably about his age with long wavy silvery white hair and was wearing a dark red satin button up shirt, black high waisted pants, lots of rings on her fingers and dark lipstick. He had never seen someone so breathtakingly beautiful. 

“Sorry, did I scare you ? I didn’t mean to.” She said,

“Ehm that’s... That’s okay I was so focused on those I didn’t hear you coming.”

“Ghost stories huh ?” she said before picking up one of the books on the shelf without actually looking at it “Here check this one out.” she said, staring into his eyes again as if she knew it was exactly the book he wanted. 

“Thank you, this… does look like something I’d enjoy. I’m… I’m Spencer by the way.” he stuttered.

“I’m Camilla” she smiled and he noticed she didn’t try to shake his hand. He never shaked hands, he was a bit of a germaphobe and it felt like she knew for some reason.

“Is this your place ? I’ve never seen a bookshop open at night. That's pretty cool. I mean it's really convenient for people like me who a lot of the time work late or don’t have time during the day and still want the actual shopping experience and not to have to buy books online. You know I never buy anything online, I love to go to bookstores and look at everything, take the time to appreciate the beauty of the place and… Sorry, am I rambling ? I do that a lot…” he said looking down at the book in his hands. 

She laughed and it was the best sound he had ever heard.

“It is my place, you’re right I find it unfair that most shops close for the night. Like do they even think about vampires for example, are they not allowed to get a normal shopping experience ?” she joked.

He laughed and it was the best sound she had ever heard.

“I’m gonna take this one.” he said, holding up the book she had given him and they walked to the register. 

“Do you need a bag ?”

“No thanks I’m good I’ve got one.”

“There you go.” she smiled, giving him the book.

Their hands touched and the book dropped on the counter. She looked into his eyes again and he couldn’t look away.

“Shit, sorry I-.”

“That’s okay Spencer, come see me again soon, I’m sure I’ll have what you need.”

He couldn’t stop thinking about that girl. He was focused on his work but anytime he had a second to stop she was creeping back into his mind. He needed to go back and see Camilla again. They didn’t even have an actual conversation and yet there she was taking so much more space than she should in that genius brain of his. He told himself he was smarter than this, he couldn’t let some pretty girl he barely talked to take over his thoughts this way. But was she just some pretty girl or was she the most beautiful and unreal woman he had even seen ? 

Camilla was thinking about this guy again. The ghost stories guy. She had listened to his brain and it was a scary but wonderful place, he was one of the smartest people she had encountered in her lifetime she was sure of that. He was captivated by the horror section and yet she could tell he was seeing horrors every day. Crimes committed by humans. Why was this random human still on her mind ? She wanted to admire his pretty face again, she wanted to touch his hands again and see if it would feel the same way it had the first time. She wanted to drink from him. She hadn’t drank blood directly from a human in decades, most vampires in the cities these days would get animal blood from butchers because it got too easy to get caught or too hard to get rid of a body every time. She was fine with that, she had settled for this and hadn’t felt the need to bite a human in decades until this guy showed up. She didn’t want to kill him, he was too pretty, he was too smart, too interesting. Just a little drink wouldn’t kill him. 

She only worked nights, she had hired Lucy and Daniel to work during the day and she opened the shop 3 nights a week. Because she liked to work, she loved books more than anything. She wanted other vampires and people who can’t shop during the day to have the normal shopping experience. She would listen to their minds and recommend to them exactly the book they needed. She liked to use her “gift” that way. 

By the end of the week and Spencer had read the book. Twice. He loved it so much he wanted to go back to the bookshop and thank Camilla for choosing it for him. He felt a little silly for wanting to do that but he was so drawn to her and this place. She had to know how much he enjoyed it, how much of a good job she did. So that night after work he went back.

She was busy shelving some new books, even more beautiful than he remembered. She caught him staring. 

“Hey stranger.” she smiled.

“Hey I ehm… I’m just gonna look around while you’re busy.” he managed to say and she watched him walk away.

“Wait, why are your vampire books in the non-fiction section ?” asked Spencer 

“Oh ehm that’s just a joke between my employees and me because we open at night you know.” She lied.

“Oh right” he laughed. “Maybe I should get one of those this time then what do you think ? I wanted to thank you by the way for picking that book for me the other day. I really loved it.”

“I knew you would.” 

Her eyes again. There was something so unreal about them and he couldn’t look away. 

“How did you know ?”

“I guess I’m just really observant and good at guessing what people like..."

“Oh so if we think about it your job is kind of like mine, I’m a profiler for the FBI.”

And just like that started a long conversation about which people would like which books, until 1am when Spencer noticed how late it was and left her promising he would come back. Which he did. Once a week Spencer would go to the bookshop and they would sit and talk about books and anything he felt like rambling about that day. She would listen to his infodumping no matter what it was about. He was so interested in everything and just knew so much, she loved to listen, to admire him and let him go on and on because she also knew no one was ever actually listening to him unless it was for work. 

He didn’t know why she was always letting him ramble but he was so thankful for it, he felt heard and seen which is something he wasn’t used to. He still couldn’t wrap his head around how bewitching she was, she occupied more and more space in his mind which he wasn’t used to either. 

Every week Camilla waited for Spencer impatiently, he brought her joy, he was so much more interesting than any human she’d ever met, he fascinated her and she couldn’t get enough. Sometimes she’d catch herself staring at the veins on his neck or his hands. She wanted to touch him but never did because she knew he wasn’t a very touchy guy and had this thing about germs. “It’s technically safer to kiss” he would say. Which she also wanted to do but her fangs would probably come out and she didn’t want to scare away the most interesting person she had met in years and who brought her so much joy.

He was a genius and worked for the FBI. He would never believe she was an actual vampire would he ? Could she risk trying anything ? Could she risk turning his whole world upside down by maybe revealing what she was ?

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