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เรื่องราว MidReal
Veiled Fangs: A Vampire's Dilemma
สถานการณ์:Louisa ‘ilsa’ Reid is the teenage sister to Spencer; she is actually a vampire who was turned by Elijah who saved her from being killed by a gang of vampires one night while walking alone. Now five years later she is staying with her brother till she finds her own place to live but she has to keep her vampire side a secret from everyone.
Which won't be easy because the people that her brother works for can easily read people like an open book. But that won't stop her from protecting the people that she loves from her world that she walks into. Because Louisa knows that once you get in this kind of world that she is in you can't get out of it.
Even since she got attacked that night five years ago Spencer knows something was up with his sister but she always kept quiet about what really happened. Yet just say he had started to notice something was odd about her. Like she is not her normal self.
Louisa Reid the vampire teenager sister to Spencer
Elijah Mikaelson who turns Louisa into a vampire
Spencer Reid the older brother to Louisa
Aaron Hotchner
Derek Morgan older brother figure
Emily Prentiss
JJ act like a older sister
Garcia
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Louisa 'Ilsa' Reid
vampire teenager, relationships with Spencer and Aaron, pale with sharp features, secretive and protective.
Aaron Hotchner
father figure to Louisa, relationship with Louisa and Spencer, stern appearance, protective and authoritative.
Spencer Reid
older brother, relationship with Louisa, tall with messy hair, intelligent and observant.
I was a vampire.
Not the kind that you see in movies, with fangs and red eyes, but I was a vampire.
I was turned by Elijah Mikaelson to save me from a gang of vampires, and I had been living with my brother and his team at the BAU for the past few months.
They had no idea what I was, and I planned to keep it that way.
I was seventeen, and my brother Spencer was twenty-six.
He had been taking care of me since our parents died when I was five, and he was fourteen.
We were close, and he would do anything to protect me.
Aaron Hotchner was like a father to us both.
He had taken us in after our parents died, and he raised us as his own.
I sat in my dimly lit room, staring at the mirror.
My reflection was faint, a constant reminder of my vampire nature.
The room was silent except for the soft hum of the air conditioner.
I could hear Spencer’s footsteps approaching down the hall.
Quickly, I adjusted my appearance, smoothing out my hair and forcing a smile.
The door creaked open, and Spencer stepped in.
"Hey, Ilsa," he said, his voice tinged with concern. "You okay?"
His eyes searched mine, looking for answers I wasn’t ready to give.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I replied, trying to sound convincing.
But the tension in the room was palpable.
I could feel his worry like a weight pressing down on me.
"You've been acting a bit... off lately," he continued, stepping closer. "Is something wrong?"
I forced another smile, shaking my head.
"No, really. Everything's fine."
Spencer didn't look convinced.
He reached out and placed a hand on my shoulder.
"You know you can talk to me about anything, right?"
I nodded, swallowing hard.
"I know. Thanks, Spence."
Just then, Aaron Hotchner's voice echoed from the hallway.
"Reid! We’ve got an urgent case. We need you now."
Spencer glanced back at the door, then turned to me again.
"I have to go," he said reluctantly. "But we'll talk later, okay?"
"Sure," I replied, watching him leave.
As soon as he was gone, I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding.
Left alone in the dim room, I felt a pang of guilt twist in my chest.
But I steeled myself, knowing I had to protect them from the dark world I inhabited.
I stood up and walked over to the window, pulling back the curtain slightly to peer outside.
The night was calm and quiet, but I knew better than to trust appearances.
Danger lurked everywhere for someone like me.
Suddenly, there was a rustling sound behind me.
I spun around, heart racing.
A shadowy figure stood in the corner of my room.
"Who's there?" I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady.
The figure stepped into the light, revealing a familiar face.
It was Elijah Mikaelson.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Elijah looked at me with his piercing eyes.
"We need to talk," he said simply.
Before I could respond, there was a loud crash from downstairs followed by shouting.
My heart leapt into my throat as I realized something was terribly wrong.
I bolted for the door, Elijah close behind me.
We raced down the stairs and into the living room where chaos had erupted.
Aaron Hotchner was grappling with an intruder while Spencer tried to fend off another attacker with a makeshift weapon.
Blood stained the carpet and walls.
"Get down!" Elijah shouted as he lunged forward to join the fray.
I hesitated for just a moment before diving into the fight alongside him.
My vampire instincts kicked in as I fought to protect my family from these unknown assailants.
He crashed into the wall, leaving a dent before slumping to the floor, unconscious.
Spencer stood frozen, his eyes wide in shock at what he had just witnessed.
"Spence, move!" I shouted, snapping him out of his stupor.
Elijah was a blur of motion, decapitating another attacker with a swift slice.
Blood splattered across the walls, painting a gruesome picture.
"We need to move," Elijah commanded, urgency clear in his voice.
I nodded, my fangs bared as adrenaline surged through my veins.
"Spencer, follow us!" I ordered, grabbing his arm and pulling him towards the stairs.
We dashed downstairs, the house now a battlefield.
Broken furniture and bodies littered the floor, making it difficult to navigate.
The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood and the acrid smell of fear.
Aaron Hotchner appeared at the bottom of the stairs, gun drawn and eyes wide with confusion and fear.
"Louisa?" he questioned, disbelief evident in his voice.
I stepped forward, determination burning in my eyes.
"I'll explain later. We need to survive first."
Hotch nodded slowly, still processing what he was seeing but trusting me nonetheless.
He turned his attention back to the chaos around us, firing at another intruder who lunged towards us.
Elijah led the way through the wreckage, moving with purpose and precision.
I stayed close behind him, keeping an eye on Spencer who was struggling to keep up.
We reached the front door just as another wave of attackers burst through it.
Elijah didn't hesitate; he charged forward, taking them down with brutal efficiency.
I joined him, my movements fluid and deadly as I fought to protect my family.
Spencer stayed close to Hotch, using whatever he could find as a weapon to fend off our assailants.
His face was pale but determined, a stark contrast to the carnage around us.
"Keep moving!" Elijah shouted over his shoulder as he cleared a path for us.
We pushed forward, finally breaking free from the house and into the night air.
The cool breeze was a stark contrast to the heat of battle inside.
But we couldn't stop yet; we needed to put distance between us and our attackers.
Elijah led us towards a nearby wooded area where we could regroup and plan our next move.
As we ran, I glanced back at Spencer and Hotch.
They were both breathing heavily but keeping pace.
I knew they had questions—questions I wasn't ready to answer yet—but for now, survival was all that mattered.
We reached the edge of the woods and paused for a moment to catch our breath.
Elijah scanned our surroundings, always alert for any sign of danger.
"Are you okay?" I asked Spencer, my voice trembling slightly despite my efforts to stay calm.
He nodded, though his eyes were still wide with shock. "What... what just happened?"
"I promise I'll explain everything," I said quickly. "But right now we need to stay focused."
Hotch stepped forward, his expression grim but resolute. "What's our next move?"
Elijah turned to face us, his eyes cold and calculating. "We need to find a safe place where we can regroup and figure out who sent those attackers."
I nodded in agreement. "Let's go."
The shadows danced around us, creating an eerie atmosphere.
Elijah led the way, his movements silent and purposeful.
Hotch followed closely, his gun at the ready, eyes scanning our surroundings for any sign of danger.
Spencer stayed close to me, his face pale but determined.
After what felt like an eternity, we reached a secluded clearing.
The area was surrounded by tall trees, their branches intertwined like a natural barrier.
The ground was covered in a thick layer of leaves, muffling our footsteps as we entered.
"Stay alert," I whispered, my senses on high alert.
Something didn't feel right.
Elijah turned to us, his expression serious. "We need to find Klaus. He'll know what to do."
Spencer looked confused but nodded, trusting my judgment.
He had always relied on me, and now was no different.
Hotch scanned the area, his weapon ready. "Do you think they'll follow us here?" he asked, his voice low.
"I don't know," I admitted. "But we can't take any chances."
Suddenly, there was a rustling sound from the trees behind us.
My eyes flashed red as I prepared for another fight.
Elijah stepped forward, signaling for silence with a raised hand.
The group tensed, waiting for the next threat to reveal itself.
I gripped Spencer's arm tightly, whispering, "Stay close."
The tension in the air was palpable as we braced for the unknown enemy.
Every muscle in my body was coiled like a spring, ready to strike at a moment's notice.
A figure emerged from the shadows, moving slowly towards us.
It was difficult to make out any details in the dim light, but I could sense their presence clearly.
Elijah's eyes narrowed as he took a step forward. "Who are you?" he demanded.
The figure stopped just outside the clearing, their face obscured by darkness. "I'm not your enemy," they said softly.
"Prove it," Hotch challenged, his grip tightening on his gun.
The figure hesitated before stepping into the light. It was a woman, her features sharp and angular. She wore dark clothing that blended seamlessly with the night.
"My name is Freya," she said calmly. "I'm here to help."
Elijah's expression softened slightly at the mention of her name. "Freya? What are you doing here?"
Freya glanced around nervously before answering. "Klaus sent me. He knew you would need assistance."
Relief washed over me at her words. If Klaus had sent her, then we were in good hands.
"We need to move quickly," Freya continued. "There are more attackers on their way."
Elijah nodded in agreement. "Lead the way."
Freya turned and began to move deeper into the forest, her steps confident and sure. We followed closely behind, our senses still on high alert.
As we moved through the trees, I couldn't shake the feeling that we were being watched. Every rustle of leaves and snap of twigs set my nerves on edge.
Finally, we reached another clearing where a small cabin stood hidden among the trees. Freya led us inside and quickly locked the door behind us.
"This should buy us some time," she said quietly.
I glanced around the cabin, taking in its rustic interior. It was sparsely furnished but seemed sturdy enough to provide some protection.
Spencer sank onto a nearby chair, his face still pale from shock. "What now?" he asked weakly.
"We regroup," Elijah replied firmly. "And figure out who sent those attackers."
Hotch nodded in agreement as he holstered his gun. "We'll need all the information we can get."
Freya stepped forward with a determined look on her face. "I'll contact Klaus and see what he knows."
As she pulled out her phone and began dialing, I couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope amidst all the chaos.
