Demons of the Mind
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Category:
1 through F › Criminal Minds
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
3,955
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Criminal Minds, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
05 Oncoming Night of the Dragon
Chapter Five: The Oncoming Night of the Dragon
oo8oo8oo8oo
besides just being simply strange
spawns from some illness of the mind….
it just seems very strange to me
not Her quiet lonely streets
and draped in all Her mystery
could be so sweet and comforting
for the Night, She calls me….
oo8oo8oo8oo
“I don’t know who she was,” Reid whispered for the seventh time. How many times did Gideon want him to repeat everything? “But she was just… all over me. Not in a sexual way, more like she owned me or knew me intimately, but I’ve never seen her before.”
Reid scrubbed ineffectually at his face, acutely embarrassed. Gideon knew about his mother, knew about his fear of schizophrenia, and knew how much it had scared him to see that girl in the mirror. What must his boss be thinking right now? Reid didn’t dare tell him the effects that contact with this girl had had on him. How he longed for that brief dark touch again… even though the very idea scared him practically witless at the same time.
“You’ve never seen this girl before.”
“No,” he cried, staring up at his boss. His eyes were almost beseeching. The memory of that girl… of the kiss she’d laid on his cheek, it was arousing, and terrifying, all at once. But he hadn’t told Gideon about the kiss. Only that this girl knew about someone trying to kill him. And why wouldn’t she? She was a figure of his overactive- suicidally depressed, Reid thought- imagination, and would know everything that he knew. It wasn’t a struggle to comprehend. But he would give almost anything to keep her from being imaginary. If she were not real, then he really was going crazy.
You know better, a rich, velvet purr filled his head. You didn’t make me up. You’re not going mad. I promise. No madder than you were before, at any rate. The sound of that voice tugged at his heart and made him flinch at the same time. It felt as if the delicate brushings of a spider web were caressing his brain, a soft touch to the backs of his eyeballs.
Please, he thought desperately, trying to make that other presence hear him, if I’m not going crazy, if you’re real, please for the love of God get out of my head.
Shhh… hush. There’s no need for hysterics. I’ll go. And the touch was gone. With the absence of the touch came a rush of doubt. He’d imagined all of that, surely. But if he’d been imagining it… maybe it was the drugs? Maybe the Dilaudid and Opana- he’d found Opana to supplement the other meds when the pain was exceptionally bad- were causing these… hallucinations? And why did he feel so bereft at the loss of that touch in his mind?
“Reid!” Gideon snapped his fingers right in front of his face, startling him. “Wake up! Pay attention. We need to know who’d be trying to kill you. Maybe they’re… I dunno, drugging you somehow. Would you know if they were?” The FBI agent demanded of his coworker.
“Yes,” he replied instantly. “I’d know. And I don’t know who’d be trying to kill me. Maybe it’s got something to do with the new case?”
“Maybe… but I don’t think so,” Gideon said. “We’ll figure it out.”
At that exact moment, all the lights went out.
oo8oo8oo8oo
She'll suck you dry
But still you'll cry, to be back in her bosom
To do it again
She'll make you weak
And mourn and cry, to be back in her bosom
To do it again
(Pray) Til I go blind
(Pray) Cause nobody ever survives
Prayin' to stay in your arms just until I can die a little bit longer
Satyrs and saints, devils and heathens alike
She'll eat you alive
oo8oo8oo8oo
Razielle glided through the darkness of Reid’s place. This was where he worked? The BAU building stank of iron and fear-sweat. What kind of sensitive like him- a mortal, no less, a human mortal who was so fragile and mentally unstable compared to the Children of the Night- worked for the fracking FBI? No wonder his wings were so battered and bruised and bloodied. Cupid’s whipping boy, with bloody stripes of pride on his back and bloody feathers falling like snow in his wake.
Her heart tried to go out to him, but she slapped it back, beat it back into its cage of black ice like a whipped dog. She had no time for compassion. Death was in the cards today.
“Leave no track; don’t look back,” she snarled, and drew her favorite gun.
Jackal, its gaping maw of black steel open and begging to rend flesh, settled into her palm easily. She loved this gun, a gift from her Father. And in the twin wrist sheaths hidden by her sleeves, her twin knives: Thornography and Nightwish.
She could take Reid easily with these weapons. Maybe she’d make it easy on him, take him quickly. He was sweet, after all, and hurting. Maybe a quick knife across the throat. Maybe a shot through the back of the head. Didn’t matter. Quick and easy. All she had to do was follow the smell of him down these midnight halls, blanketed in blackness because when someone like her turned off the lights, it wasn’t just darkness. It was night come early, the kind you ought to be afraid of.
oo8oo8oo8oo
Night had indeed come, following in the hunter girl’s footsteps, but he doubted Razielle would be happy about it. Sebastian Nox grinned and licked the tips of the fingers on his left hand. “Bless the child; follow the left hand path. There’s a poison drop in the cup of Man.” He grinned wider, revealing jagged needle teeth so sharp as to tear through flesh and bone. Dragon was going to be so happy.
oo8oo8oo8oo
Dragon was sitting right outside in his red corvette. His wife loved this color red; ravenous red, she called it. Dragon was getting hot inside his car in the Vegas summer heat.
Dragon was getting impatient.
Dragon was getting greedy.
And Dragon was getting tired. Tired of Spencer Reid and his genius IQ screwing up the best laid plans of devils and monsters. Tired of the entire team, but he figured he’d get rid of the little rat first, the little Thorn Prince so ignorant of his bloodline and power, so that he could start setting his plans back on the chessboard of Hell on Earth and start weaving the black widow’s web for the rest of the world. He’d take care of the rest of them later. But right now he was most tired of Spencer Reid. And really, he was getting tired of the wench, too. He was really getting tired of Razielle… maybe Night would get pissed off enough to kill her, too.
oo8oo8oo8oo
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oo8oo8oo8oo
besides just being simply strange
spawns from some illness of the mind….
it just seems very strange to me
not Her quiet lonely streets
and draped in all Her mystery
could be so sweet and comforting
for the Night, She calls me….
oo8oo8oo8oo
“I don’t know who she was,” Reid whispered for the seventh time. How many times did Gideon want him to repeat everything? “But she was just… all over me. Not in a sexual way, more like she owned me or knew me intimately, but I’ve never seen her before.”
Reid scrubbed ineffectually at his face, acutely embarrassed. Gideon knew about his mother, knew about his fear of schizophrenia, and knew how much it had scared him to see that girl in the mirror. What must his boss be thinking right now? Reid didn’t dare tell him the effects that contact with this girl had had on him. How he longed for that brief dark touch again… even though the very idea scared him practically witless at the same time.
“You’ve never seen this girl before.”
“No,” he cried, staring up at his boss. His eyes were almost beseeching. The memory of that girl… of the kiss she’d laid on his cheek, it was arousing, and terrifying, all at once. But he hadn’t told Gideon about the kiss. Only that this girl knew about someone trying to kill him. And why wouldn’t she? She was a figure of his overactive- suicidally depressed, Reid thought- imagination, and would know everything that he knew. It wasn’t a struggle to comprehend. But he would give almost anything to keep her from being imaginary. If she were not real, then he really was going crazy.
You know better, a rich, velvet purr filled his head. You didn’t make me up. You’re not going mad. I promise. No madder than you were before, at any rate. The sound of that voice tugged at his heart and made him flinch at the same time. It felt as if the delicate brushings of a spider web were caressing his brain, a soft touch to the backs of his eyeballs.
Please, he thought desperately, trying to make that other presence hear him, if I’m not going crazy, if you’re real, please for the love of God get out of my head.
Shhh… hush. There’s no need for hysterics. I’ll go. And the touch was gone. With the absence of the touch came a rush of doubt. He’d imagined all of that, surely. But if he’d been imagining it… maybe it was the drugs? Maybe the Dilaudid and Opana- he’d found Opana to supplement the other meds when the pain was exceptionally bad- were causing these… hallucinations? And why did he feel so bereft at the loss of that touch in his mind?
“Reid!” Gideon snapped his fingers right in front of his face, startling him. “Wake up! Pay attention. We need to know who’d be trying to kill you. Maybe they’re… I dunno, drugging you somehow. Would you know if they were?” The FBI agent demanded of his coworker.
“Yes,” he replied instantly. “I’d know. And I don’t know who’d be trying to kill me. Maybe it’s got something to do with the new case?”
“Maybe… but I don’t think so,” Gideon said. “We’ll figure it out.”
At that exact moment, all the lights went out.
oo8oo8oo8oo
She'll suck you dry
But still you'll cry, to be back in her bosom
To do it again
She'll make you weak
And mourn and cry, to be back in her bosom
To do it again
(Pray) Til I go blind
(Pray) Cause nobody ever survives
Prayin' to stay in your arms just until I can die a little bit longer
Satyrs and saints, devils and heathens alike
She'll eat you alive
oo8oo8oo8oo
Razielle glided through the darkness of Reid’s place. This was where he worked? The BAU building stank of iron and fear-sweat. What kind of sensitive like him- a mortal, no less, a human mortal who was so fragile and mentally unstable compared to the Children of the Night- worked for the fracking FBI? No wonder his wings were so battered and bruised and bloodied. Cupid’s whipping boy, with bloody stripes of pride on his back and bloody feathers falling like snow in his wake.
Her heart tried to go out to him, but she slapped it back, beat it back into its cage of black ice like a whipped dog. She had no time for compassion. Death was in the cards today.
“Leave no track; don’t look back,” she snarled, and drew her favorite gun.
Jackal, its gaping maw of black steel open and begging to rend flesh, settled into her palm easily. She loved this gun, a gift from her Father. And in the twin wrist sheaths hidden by her sleeves, her twin knives: Thornography and Nightwish.
She could take Reid easily with these weapons. Maybe she’d make it easy on him, take him quickly. He was sweet, after all, and hurting. Maybe a quick knife across the throat. Maybe a shot through the back of the head. Didn’t matter. Quick and easy. All she had to do was follow the smell of him down these midnight halls, blanketed in blackness because when someone like her turned off the lights, it wasn’t just darkness. It was night come early, the kind you ought to be afraid of.
oo8oo8oo8oo
Night had indeed come, following in the hunter girl’s footsteps, but he doubted Razielle would be happy about it. Sebastian Nox grinned and licked the tips of the fingers on his left hand. “Bless the child; follow the left hand path. There’s a poison drop in the cup of Man.” He grinned wider, revealing jagged needle teeth so sharp as to tear through flesh and bone. Dragon was going to be so happy.
oo8oo8oo8oo
Dragon was sitting right outside in his red corvette. His wife loved this color red; ravenous red, she called it. Dragon was getting hot inside his car in the Vegas summer heat.
Dragon was getting impatient.
Dragon was getting greedy.
And Dragon was getting tired. Tired of Spencer Reid and his genius IQ screwing up the best laid plans of devils and monsters. Tired of the entire team, but he figured he’d get rid of the little rat first, the little Thorn Prince so ignorant of his bloodline and power, so that he could start setting his plans back on the chessboard of Hell on Earth and start weaving the black widow’s web for the rest of the world. He’d take care of the rest of them later. But right now he was most tired of Spencer Reid. And really, he was getting tired of the wench, too. He was really getting tired of Razielle… maybe Night would get pissed off enough to kill her, too.
oo8oo8oo8oo
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Anything at all: If you noticed a typo, if you don't like a characterization or description, if you thought a line especially funny or poignant or interesting, if there was anything you particularly enjoyed … I am really interested in what my readers think about my writing.
You can leave a public comment (signed or anonymous), though if you want me to respond to it, signed is best, OR send me a private message, though I do prefer comments and reviews.
Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed this chapter.
Disclaimers: I don't own anything you recognize.