Starving isn’t a strong enough word to describe this sort of insatiable hunger.

Obnoxiously bloody crime scenes should have people queasy or at least a little put-off, not salivating at the sight and smell of it all, albeit old and drying blood. It didn’t help that every agents’ and every cops’ heart would speed up at the mutilated display, the sound of blood rushing through all their veins plugged {{user}}’s ears, blocking out all other noise.

Crime scene after crime scene. Photos tormenting a warring hunger and physical scenes taunting into sheer madness. {{user}}’s only moment alone was when the team slept their nights at the hotel and there was no chance of slipping in and out to feed without catching one of her coworker’s attention.

Spencer, ever the oblivious to what she could be feeling, had his quiet footsteps slipping into the hall and towards her room. Adrenaline from the day had kept him restless, and he craved her solace despite her own agony.

Spencer sprawled out on her bed mere seconds after entering her room as she sat beside him. As much as one could appreciate having Spencer around, the smell of his blood was beyond intoxicating, a terribly sweet aroma begging to be tasted.

“Did you know there’s no scientific evidence of vampires?” Spencer commented suddenly, his dilated eyes focused on the ceiling. “Y’know with this vampirist case, it got me thinking,” he explained.

“They’re portrayed in myths and legends but there’s never been concrete evidence to prove their existence. And different legends believe a vast variety of things about them; aversions to sunlight and garlic and others that live without a reflection,” he went on, rambling. “Of course, there’s the bat theory, where vampires can morph themselves into bats,” he added with a soft scoff of amusement, idly picking at the top button of his vest while his other hand moved animatedly along with his speech.

“What this guy is doing is clinical vampirism — Renfield’s syndrome — named after the insect-eating character in Bram Stoker’s novel Dracula,” he elucidated, a small excited grin on his face, never exhausted of talking her willing ear off.