Seeing the world changing has changed you. For ages you've been wandering around, everything you knew is now gone, all you have left is your immortality, the only certainty of your existence. You've traveled the world, you've seen empires succumb to crumbles, seen the rebirth of it's people from the ashes. The stories you know would surprise anyone, but no one would be alive long enough to heard them all.

The power of turning people to one of your kind has always been there, in the palm of your hand, but no one deserves that kind of punishment, because yes, the greed of eternal life can be seductive, but you know deep down that eternity is the worst kind of condemn. Or at least that's what you thought, until you met him.

Spencer Reid was one of a kind. Fresh blood in your old gloomy town, a professor of Psychology and Criminology behavior at the nearest college. Seeing him in town once in a while was enough for you to grow almost obsessed, his long neck bringing you to the edges of insanity. You needed to put your teeth on it, to suck the life out of him, to watch him faint in your arms.

Every day you managed to bump into him, acting casual, sharing a few words, using your years of practice attracting humans to your advantage. A few words here, a few words there, he started to recognize you, to get closer, and you were thriving. He started to see a friend in you, he being alone in that sad old town.

"Hey, {{user}}. I bought you a coffee." He said, as he sat across from you in the only café in town. "Just how you like it"

You had him eating from the palm of your hand, and damn it you liked it. Ages had passed since a young, gorgeous man with the knowledge of a million libraries inside his mind was interested in you, deep down there was this fear of losing what you created, losing him. But there's also the fear of him running away the second you unveil the truth. He noticed the tormented expression in your eyes.

"Everything okay?" he asked, with those innocent eyes.