Eau De Sang-- Emily Prentiss x Reader

chapter seven

Emily sat huddled in the corner of the uncomfortably small room, wedged between the single queen-size mattress and the wall on a lime-green chair that didn't match the rest of the furniture, openly staring at you as the pieces fell together in your mind. Your heart began racing in your chest, your lungs struggling to fill with air as your chest heaved frantically—and Emily certainly noticed.

"Fuck," was the only word spoken between the two of you for a long moment, falling from her lips as it had once previously on the side of the road. Only this time it wasn't of frustration, this time it was dripping with panic and worry. You had been open with her about your research, about your mother, and she had slipped up in the car earlier when you shared about being bitten and left for dead by a rogue vampire.

"Emily..." you started, not sure what to say. Fear was coursing through your body as you took in the fatigued woman across the room. It didn't matter that you had spent more time with Emily on one date alone than the vampire who hurt you did in his entire interaction with your family. All you could think about what the fact that for the first time since that night, you were all alone with a vampire who looked absolutely starving.

You backed yourself towards the door but knew you had nowhere to run. There wasn't a car waiting for you in the driveway, the nearest cabins all empty and the main lobby closed for the night. You were trapped.

Emily was torn. She wanted to comfort you, to tell you that there was nothing to worry about, that she was the same girl you had come to know, the same girl who held you while you slept and kissed your forehead when you were scared. But she knew that wasn't the truth. That Emily was thrown to the wayside hours ago when Hotch moved the team away, yet again, from any viable means for her to feed. The Emily sitting with you in this room was one thing and one thing only: a predator.

"Just stay over there," Emily grunted out, barely sounding like herself. She was picking at her cuticles with her hands in an attempt to not bring them to her mouth and bite off what was left of her nails. Her movements were slow and labored, more so than the hesitant breathing from just minutes prior.

Carefully, you took a step towards her. Your heart was still racing and your fingers still were viciously gripping your arms as they were crossed in front of you.

Emily's head whipped in your direction, her eyes wide and her teeth bared as she growled, "I said stay back!"

Unbeknownst to Emily, as she snarled at you, two long, pointed fangs dropped from her jaw, saliva dripping from her teeth onto her lips. It was mesmerizing. Her blood-red lips were shining, her cheekbones and jawline prominent as the overhead light shone onto her skin. She had never looked so beautiful.

You found yourself taking another step towards the woman though you could still feel that fear in the back of your mind. It was as if something was overriding your fight or flight, something was invading you, changing red flags to green, caution signs to warm welcomes, danger to pure sex.

"I'm serious, Y/N. You need to stop, you need to get away from me before I hurt you," Emily said as she stood from the chair, throwing it in front of her and pressing herself as far into the corner as she could.

"I know your secret, Emily," you said as you continued to walk closer.

Emily's shoulders hunched around her ears, her lips pressed into a tight line as she desperately tried to control herself.

"Don't you just want to," you started, voice low and hushed, "take a little bite?"

You didn't know where those words were coming from, how your frightened body found the coordination to sway your hips and draw your finger from Emily's sternum to her lip when you got within her reach.