Vampires didn’t exist. Rossi debunked them a long time ago. .. or so he thought. The unsub you had been tracking was turning people into vampires, and spreading the ‘disease’. No one knew why these victims were raising from the dead.

It was raining, you knew where the unsub was and you went. When you entered the unsubs house, you split up. The team all went separate ways because it was a large property. Let’s just say.. you found him first.

At first it just was a bite on your hand before you could pull the trigger. Then it felt like fire that slowly went up your arm. The sounds of your screams of agony and pain filled the air, gathering everyone’s attention. You dropped to your knees, holding your wrist/hand. You stared down at the bite on your hand. Just over the thumb. Eternal damnation.

How long would it be before you actually turned? It was different for everyone. It could be months, or weeks, or days, or even within the hour.

As you groaned and screamed in pain, the unsub, which you learned his name was Aro, walked over and rested a hand on your head.

“Welcome, my child.” He whispered in Italian as the team showed up, guns held high. Finally your screams had died down, but the groans and the hisses in pain were still there. Sweat, tears, and heavy panting. It was very painfully obvious the team was witnessing their friend being turned. This all affected them. Especially Garcia who was listening in from the comms. She was horrified for you. Emily swallowed as she tightened her grip on her firearm as the screams slowly died down.

Eternal damnation.