More Funny Reid

We all know Spencer Reid is my favorite character in Criminal Minds. He's just epic, guys. Admit it. So, here's some more funny pictures about the incomparable genius.

LMBO

Cute one of Reid with a random baby. You think he would know the statistic that babies are 30 times more likely to die of suffocation in an adult bed...

 

 

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Did I just pwn Dr. Reid? YESSSSS

I know this is the famous JJ and Reid after Emily 'dies' picture, but just pretend it's Spence and Melly.

I am doing this for the rest of my life.

Love Twilight, but this was hilarious.

X3 and all fan girls make the 'awwwwwwwwww' noise here. Dry your eyes, it's okay. The bad thing is though, no more Reid flashbacks cuz this kid is too old now. *pout* I wonder how old...whoa, I'm sounding like Pedo bear. Someone call the BAU.

 

I'M KIDDING CHILD ACTOR YOU ARE NO IN DANGER...CURRENTLY...IT'S NOT ME!! I'M JUST

 

 

I'll shut up now.

 

 

-MEG GIRY

Chapter Thirty-Renew

Chapter Thirty

Renew

 

 

 

 

 

 

     "No-Mammy-I-Gaaaaaaaahhh!" Melanie groaned as Mammy firmly pushed her back onto the the couch. Spencer laughed as he brought the glass of water to the nursemaid, who propped up Melanie to pour it down her throat. Melly snatched it from her and drank.

"For the last time, Mammy, I am fine. If you'll just let me off of the darn couch-"

"You isn't fine and you ain't gonna be fine until Mammy says you is. You is gonna rest 'til Mammy tells ya to get back to work. Understand?"

"Mammy, darling-"

"No. Lie down, Miss Melly. You don' know what's good for ya."

"Mammy-"

"Melanie Rene Wilkes!"

Melly stared challengingly at the old nursemaid.

"What is it about the use of one's middle name that makes the inner child quake with fear?" she mused aloud, settling back onto the thread bare couch.
      Spencer smiled. It had been 32 hours, 49 minutes, and....around 7ish seconds since Melanie had fallen into Spencer's arms after coming from her hell. She had been laying on the couch ever since, only leaving when Mammy drew her bath or when she excused herself to the bathroom. She asked Mammy for a book, and again Mammy denied her, saying she needed to rest her head and eyes.

"Books don't do no good 'cept make a girl dizzy."

Melanie snorted. "I don't know how in the world I became a feminist living in this house..." she sighed.
It was Mammy's turn to snort. "Feminists. Huh. Wantin' to work when all they had to do was sit around and look pretty. They was messin' in things they shouldn't've. No good... white trash..."
     Melanie screamed into her pillow. Mammy slapped her with it.
     Melly squealed and then laughed. After Mammy left, Melanie asked Reid for a embrace.
"You'll get me a book, won't you, Spencer?" she asked. Reid's chest shook with laughter, and Melanie pulled him tighter.
"Of course, what do you need?"
Need, he had said. Not want. Understands...
"Anything off the third self on my library, please. In my room."
He nodded, then surreptitiously slide up the stairs to fetch his best friend her desire.
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"I'm thrilled to hear how well you are doing, Melanie," the older man's voice was smoothed over with concern that Melanie knew was false.
"Miss Wilkes, if you don't mind."
"Oh, come now. We don't need to be formal, do we Melly?"
Melanie twitched in her seat, her wet hair clinging to the back of her head, eyes burning at Mayor Barly. Her father called her Melly. He shouldn't call her that. He should never call her that.
"Mayor-"
"Stop it, Melanie, we're friend's here."
Melanie wanted to scream. She wanted to throw something at him. She didn't care how weak the medicine made her or how heavy her eyes were with threatening tears. She wanted him out of her line of sight, out of her home, out of her life. Most of all, she wanted him out of Charlie's chair. When he first walked in, he walk toward her father's and Melanie took great pride in snatching her father's oak desk chair from the Mayor. She knew she would've screamed at him then. Melanie owned Ardely, yes. But so did Charlie. Melanie knew if she threw a fit, that Mother would make Charlie let him stay. Melanie wanted to cry, but all she could do was stare back at the Mayor and make sure her glare didn't lose it's power. He looked away. She smiled icily.
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"I've never seen Melanie so...mean," JJ said to Spencer. They were both in the kitchen, helping Cal with the dishes. Cal snorted.
"Melanie is the sweetest thing now, but you should've seen her when she was young. She and Charles would wrestle in the yard, ever since they were young, like kittens. But they were mean to each other about it. Charles came in with a black eye, Melanie didn't even apologize. She was spoiled to the core, but she was also kind to everything as well. She wouldn't let you kill a spider. It always creeped me out how she wasn't afraid of 'em. She just take it in her hands and let it out the window. What did she call it? She always laughed when she...Arachnophilia! I'm not even sure it's a word..."
"No, Cal, it is," Melanie sighed, stalking in, taking a cup from the cupboard and filling it was water, slumping down in front of the stove.
"Arachno is Latin for spider and philia means love of."
"You used that word when you were three."
"And I've always been good at Latin." She smiled angrily, throwing back another glass of water as if she was living on it.
"And Spanish and French..."
"Latin was always the easiest though. I didn't have to look twice at it to remember it. Spanish took me a little longer...French was the hardest, but it wasn't hard at all. I just liked it."
"You took all those languages?" Spencer asked. Melly snorted.
"Latin I just picked up on through medical terminology and a few prefix books. Latin isn't hard at all...but it's so beautiful," she sighed. "My father loved it. I took Spanish in high school but I just learned French a few years ago. I wanted to take a trip..." her look got far away. "Now I'm glad I know it, huh? English won't be any good where I'm going."
Spencer's heart took another pang as he remembered Melanie had maybe a year or more with him and the team before she got married and left the country. She put her head sadly in her hands.
"C'mon, Mel," Reid sighed, holding out a hand for her. "You going to get cold with your hair still wet from your bath and I'm sure your mother wants you back out there."
"I refuse to go back in with that man in my house. Why...If I wasn't so kind-"
"I know, Melly, but please. I don't want to see you get in trouble."
Melanie sighed.
"...He's trying to be my father," she whispers. Spencer pulls her tight to his chest.
"I'm sorry."
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Melanie hid the Bronte sister's book close to her chest, smiling as she read, as if it was a secret. If Mammy caught her, the book would be gone. Spencer smiled as he watched her eyes comb over the page again and again the next page, smiling at the secret.
"Melanie," the voice was calm, and it felt like ice water being poured over her skin. How long had it been since she'd heard that voice say her name? Not long enough.
"Mother," Melanie said, voice dry as she placed the book in a crevasse in the couch.
"Come sit at my feet, child," sighed Mrs. Wilkes. Melanie turned to see her sitting in one of the parlor tan chairs. Melanie accepted the place at her mother's feet awkwardly. Her mother smiled down at her lazily. It was late at night, and the mayor had gone home few hours early. Charlie sat in her father's chair while Victoria had headphones on, her eyes closed in the chair opposite them. Spencer pretended to read his book as Morgan signed off paper work as they shared the love seat in the corner of the room.
"Turn so I can braid your hair, dear."
Melanie obeyed as Mrs. Wilkes ran her hands through Melanie's gold river. Slipping and twining the pieces around one another. She sighed.
"I haven't braided your hair in ages. It's so much simpler than Victoria's."
Spencer noted that he had never seen the younger Wilkes girl without her hair in a braid, her unruly curls threatening at the top of her crown and the nape of her neck. Spencer wondered how it looked with out it produced and tamed like now. He shuttered.
"Melanie, dear, how's Phillip?" sighed her mother too casually. Melanie was instantly on alert, back stiffening more than it was before.
"Fine."
"You two are getting along?"
"Very much so, ma'am."
"You are doing all he asks?"
Melanie winced as she thought of the night in the cemetery when Phillip asked her...in front of her father. Her face paled visibly.
"Yes," she whispered, clearly a lie.
Mrs. Wilkes pursed her lips. "Good," she drew out the word. "I'm just making sure for he will be your husband and your master. And you will do all he asks."
"Nothing unreasonable," Melanie said slightly.
"You still must obey the unreasonable."
Melanie swallowed. "Father never asked you to do anything silly."
"He gave my two children land that could've been mine had it not been for the preen-up."
Melanie paled again. Her father did that? She was upset...but it was smart of him. She smiled.
"Your mother and I...were so different. That's why I loved her, because we weren't compatible in any way. So different. Like fire and rain..."
He knew she wasn't good for him. She hadn't caught that the first time he told her that. He knew she was dangerous, and that marrying Dresella was like playing with fire. He knew that if he died, his children weren't safe if she had the money.

Had Father truly loved anyone else? Melanie thought she would cry. She would never know. A wind of nostalgia slapped her just then, and she remembered his hands on her face, or carrying her to bed. His smell and his smiled and his shockingly beautiful blue eyes and dark brown hair. Melanie wanted her father back right now more than she ever had.

"Oh," was all she could say.
"Melanie, dear, I just want to make sure you aren't doing anything you'll regret."
Melanie stifled a scream as she rose, then looked at Charlie.
"The same goes to you. You need to start looking Charles."
She didn't need to say 'a good wife,' he knew.
"Yes, ma'am," he said, and Dresella left, knowing that Charlie would do anything she said. He took a flask from the speakeasy desk, and chugged whatever was in it. Victoria laughed.
"I'll be married to Mr. Kennedy before Charlie will even find a girl," she sneered, leaving the room. Charlie looked sick as he drank back another flask. Melanie stared at nothing, but her eyes were rimmed red again.
"Damn," Charlie muttered, looking through the liquor storage, which was running low. Charlie threw the flask and Melanie screamed, and started sobbing. Charlie looked over at his sister, startled. Spencer did the same, not knowing what caused it this time. Charlie went down slowly to her level.
"Melly?" he asked. She sobbed harder, her chest breaking.
"Melly, what's wrong?" he asked. Mammy ran in and picked her up.
"Needs to be in bed...there, there, Miss Melly. Tell Mammy what's wrong."
The only distinguishable thing the small girl screamed was "I'll never know..."
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Melanie sat up in bed, the darkness scaring her second by second.
Mother was angry. Phillip was tearing her away. Melanie almost was raped. Her mother was replacing Abba. Charlie was drunk and drinking still. Spencer was getting torn from her. She pulled a hand to her mouth to stop the pitiful sobs.
Her father could've loved another woman.
A woman that could be loving Melanie right now.

She wondered if she was too poor, or if there was some sort of hate like the Montagues and the Capulets. Melanie's heart broke as she watched her father's hand being ripped from the hand of a young plain woman with sparkling brown eyes. Brown hair. Pale skin.

She saw the sick look on her grandparents faces as Dresella walked down the isle to marry her father. She thought of the pale brown-haired woman taking the knife down on herself.


Melanie saw her father young again, the dark-haired woman's beside. She was sick and coughing. Maybe she died, and he couldn't love her anymore. Melanie wished her father would be here telling her. She wished he would've kept a promise that didn't involve her death. Damien hadn't been her angel. Who was?

A knock sounded at her door, and Melanie twisted under the covers, pretending to be asleep. The door creaked open, and she heard the squeak of sneakers on the floor. Her heart rate had been pumping until she heard it, and she smiled slightly. She bounded out of the bed, and wrapped her arms around Reid. He fell backwards against the wall, but steadied himself long enough to hold Melanie again. She had lost a considerable amount of weight now, not that she had been a big girl before. He was getting worried, she was just becoming frailer and frailer. Spencer leaned forward, and slipped her back onto her bed. She hung onto his neck for a few more moments before letting go.
"Tomorrow, wanna go somewhere?" she whispered in the dark.
"Sure where?"
"There's a science museum that opened a month ago a few towns over. Or there's a Shakespeare play on the library lawn."
"Library," he said immediately, knowing that that's what she wanted. He could feel her smile in the dark.
"We can go to the museum later in the week if you like," she mumbled, reaching for his hand as he sat in the chair next to her.
"Sounds great."

"...Spencer?" she asked.
"Yeah?"
Melanie paused again, and Spencer saw as his eyes adjusted that she was biting her red lips.
"...Why are you still in my room?"
"Do you want me out?" he whispered sadly.
"No, no! I just...uh...well, there's no more Damien."
"Just here to protect you, Melly."
 Melanie stopped again. "It's my nightmares, isn't it?" she whispered. He looked down.
"I'll find a way to stop them, somehow," he whispered.
"You can't stop the demons in my head, Reid. You just...can't..."
He didn't flinch as she called him by his last name. He knew she was upset by the fact the house didn't want to be woken because she was enduring hell in her head. He would be upset too.
"Goodnight, Melanie," he whispered, trying again.
She sighed, but smiled softly. "Goodnight, Spencer," she said, and placed his hand between hers and held it to her neck. Spencer smiled as he slumped in the wooden chair, letting his fingers trail circles onto sleeping beauty's skin.
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Dark. Black. Scared.
I looked around, waiting to for him to come out of the darkness. I was leaned against something but didn't know what for sure.
"Melly?" I heard his voice yell out. I stood alert. I smiled at him when he saw me. I yelled out his name. He embraced me, and his dark skin stood contrast to my pale. The moon passed through the clouds, and I saw his dark eyes deep set in his face. The cheekbones, the pink lips. It's him...
I pushed the dark curls off his forehead. They were clinging with sweat. He'd been running. I didn't stop to think from what.
He pressed his full lips to my forehead, and I closed my eyes, blinking away the blissful tears.
"It's over," he said,"we're almost safe."
I didn't let the word almost haunt me as he took my hand and he started at a sprint. We both stopped as we heard the boom, I out of fear, him out of pain.
   He tripped, falling onto the side walk of the strange urban area.
"Johnny!" I yelled, but I couldn't reach him. I saw the blood running through his abdomen, the blood falling from his lips.
"Johnny!" I cried again, frantic. His lips moved to form words and I couldn't understand them.
"What is it?!" I cried. I closed my eyes as the invisible force let me go, falling onto his almost lifeless body. When I opened them again, I didn't see the dark eyes, but the light brown-honey ones in a pale dirty face with unruly honey hair.
"...Spencer..." I whispered breathlessly. "Spencer!" I cry, my voice horribly frantic.
"Shh..." I whisper,"It's...it's gonna be okay..." I wish I could be more reassuring.
He's trying to form words, but I can't get them. Not that I can see him well through my streaming tears anyway.
"What is it?" I ask. He points behind me.
I whip around.

Dark, the barrel of gun. I don't think I've ever looked down one, but it's as scary as I thought it would be.
"It's all your fault," I hear the voice whisper, and I change my view point, and lock on crystal blue eyes.
"Phillip," I whisper. Shock. Betrayal. The tears are coming faster. I feel the bullet go through me, but not before I watch him pull a knife out, and go to finish my friend.
"SPENCER!"
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"SPENCER!!"
Melanie flies up as the cold hand touches her shoulder, shuddering and sweating, her face covered with wet and sticky tears. She tears about the covers till two hands straighten her to focus. She looks deep into dark honey eyes.
"...Spencer..." she says breathlessly, falling, sobbing into his arms.
"Melly," he mumbles, flushing and shocked despite the fact she's in hysterics. "Melly..." he tries again. She's calmed her breath impressively, and she mumbles darkly,"Haven't had that one in a while..."
Spencer tries to pull her away, but she clings to his neck.
"Don't...please don't..." she says, clinging tighter. Her warms tears trail his neck and down his back. He shivers and wonders what hell she's imagined this time. He leans forward, putting her back on the pillow as he sits on the bed. She reluctantly lets go as he pries her off again. Her face is red and frightened and she won't look him in the eye.
"What was it?" he asks after a pregnant pause. Another one follows.
"It was Johnny," she says, then slowly meets his eyes, then tears away. "And then you." He flinches, and it makes Melanie go cold to the core. Spencer can't be scared of dying...he just...he wouldn't leave her like that...

But he could. Just like her father. Just like Damien. Just like Phillip's brother.

Death has something out for Melly.

Why the hell doesn't he just take me?

"Who?" he asks. Melanie buries her head in her hands.
"I was hoping you wouldn't ask," she whispers. He stares.
"It wasn't...I mean...not y-"
"Phillip," she spits out before Spencer can accuse her of subconsciously killing him.
Spencer looks away. "I'm sorry," he mumbles.
"Don't...just...don't..." she says, pulling him tight to her. She cries again in his arms. "Don't ever leave me..." she whispers.
"Do you..." he mumbles after a moment,"do you have...other dreams about me-"
Melanie chuckles darkly to cut him off. The laugh ends with a choked sob trying to break through. "This one was no where near the worst. I've watched you..." she can't say it. "so many times...I've lost count. I can't lose you. Not like him. Not again."
Spencer nods.
"You won't," he promised. Melanie pursed her lips in the dark, and Spencer did the same. Neither had the heart to tell the other they knew it was a promise he couldn't keep. 

Chapter Twenty-Nine-I Fought So Hard To Free You

Chapter Twenty-Nine

I Fought So Hard To Free You

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

     Melanie didn't cry as Damien yanked hard on her wrist, dragging her farther and farther down into the House. She didn't cry as the got on the boat to cross the disgusting lake the house was dangerously built over. She didn't cry as they reached the house on the lake, but she saw the snow white dress laying on the bed, and the silver ring and Damien's hand. Melanie didn't let herself cry. She couldn't.

 

 

Spencer was coming for her.

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Spencer Reid stalked back and forth across the navy spotted carpet in the brown room of the police station. His eyes were blurring behind his thick coke-bottle glasses because the tears.

"We have no idea where he's taking her, do we?" he heard, not sure who said it,the sound ringing in his ears.

"He'll take me...we'll be parted forever...he won't let me go..."

Spencer pretended Melanie said those words to him, pretended he hadn't listened.

But Spence didn't want Melanie to go on stage tonight. He trusted Melanie and she knew what she was doing. But Melanie trusted Spencer to save her. He couldn't.

"Not necessarily," another voice cried. "I've sent a detective to catch the trail of him. He wasn't here tonight..." the voice died out in Reid's ears, giving him a headache. He flopped down in a chair, and he knew his face was distorted out of pain and worry. He was going to sob any moment. He put his head in his hand's and breathed deeply for several minutes.

"Then how are we going to find her?!" screamed another voice. Charlie. Drunk. He hadn't been at the performance as far as Reid knew, but he must've to have gotten here so quickly.

"Reid?" Spencer heard it, but wasn't sure who said it or how long they had been asking it. JJ was face to face with him.

"The Necklace..." he mumbled. JJ asked what he meant, and he reiterated it, louder this time.

"Garcia! The necklace I gave Melly, it had a camera, do you remember me telling you this?!"

"If it's on her, I can see everything she's seeing."

Reid's heart fluttered for a moment.

She might be okay...I could find her...I can save her...Melly-

Spencer looked up as Garcia's monitor was hooked up to the overhead projector, splaying the picture on the wall.

"Damn," Morgan growled. Damien and Melanie were already in the lair. Spencer knew this was where Melanie had been taken before, and he wondered why she didn't tell them where he was taking her.

She was protecting him...

Reid shuttered. He could see Melanie's snow white hand being held by Damien out in front of her. He was gauging her expression, smiling slightly. What was Melanie looking at? Spencer saw the length of Melanie's pale arm as Damien pulled her gently forward into a tan room with an organ, a bed, and a cluttered nightstand and vanity. Spencer looked at the bed and got sick. A white webbed wedding gown with little crystal's here and there. Lace...all over...a silver wedding ring was clenched between Damien's forefinger and thumb. The camera raised slightly at Melanie's sharp intake of breath, her breast rising.

"Take your place," he whispered,"in your final and most demanding role."

Spencer stared again. Damien without his mask on wasn't as bothering as it had been a few moments ago, and it amazed him how Melanie could stare at him and not be repulsed.

But it repulsed Spencer how she could stare at him with longing and awe. With adoration. With love.

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Damien undid Melanie's earrings, and then went for her necklace. Melanie's hands shot to her throat, careful not to cover the charm.

"Can I keep this, please?" she whispered. "It's special to me."

"Who gave it to you?" he asked, knowing this wasn't something Melanie had bought herself. She hesitated before answering,"My father." Damien nodded.

"Don't wear it for the ceremony though," he said curtly, leaving. Melanie placed the necklace on the vanity, pointing the gem at her face.

"I don't know if you can hear me, or if you're even there, but...guys...I'm doing something. I'm saving lives. It's what I promised myself I would do at the BAU. If I leave, he'll hurt everyone to get to me. This is better, but I'll keep the ruby so you can watch me say goodbye...or, so I can say goodbye. After the...wedding," she whispered, voice sticking on the word,"I'm crushing the ruby. I love you all...I love you Phillip, and I want you to know you're the best friend a girl could have. I'm just glad now you can have someone you finally deserve. Some one better than me.

    I love you so much, Charlie. Just...stop drinking. And take care of Aggie, please. And my Gustave. Tell Victoria Abba is proud. Tell Aggie was wrong. Tell Mother to do what's right. Tell Mayor Barly to stay the hell away from my Aggie." She giggled half-heartedly here. "If Indie comes back, tell her I loved her too. And that I knew she was innocent. Always.

Tell Audrey she's amazing and I love her, and I'm going to miss being the godmother to her children that she promised me I could be," another sad chuckle here. "Tell Tommy he's an idiot, and I'm going to miss him. Same goes for Niall and Zayn.

Hotch, thanks...for everything. I owe you. I wish I could give you instead of asking, but that's how life works, huh? Rossi...you've really been a good father figure. Or trying to be, but that's what mattered, and I loved every minute of it. Jen, I'm gonna miss watching Henry for you, babe. Tell him his Auntie loves him...tons...Derek...I don't think anyone has ever pushed me as much as you did. I needed it. I still need it. I won't forget you, babe. Penny, we've had some rockin' times, huh baby doll? Golly...I love you, babe. Don't forget that. Emily....you've helped when I had nothing to give. You are amazing, but don't give up. Not yet.

Spencer..." she smiled at the name, closing her eyes. "Where to even begin...this may be the hardest goodbye I'll ever have to give...Honestly...Honest...I want my last words to be honest to you. I can't do this goodbye right because, honestly, part of me is saying that you are going to come in and save me. But you can't, can you? And that's okay..." she whispered, voice cracking again. Tears were forming in her eyes. "It's okay...because I know how much you want to. And it saves me a little. But I'm not worth the lives that have been taken. I told you that. I pray this isn't goodbye, but I honestly can't see anything short of a marvel comic book scene that could save me now that would be a happy story for everyone. And, Spence, I just want to say, you're my best friend and...and I love you..." she said it so strong as one tear escaped, then it's twin. "So much."

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Spencer stared at the screen as Melanie threw a cloth over it, making it black. Tears were running down his face, as were others. The few that weren't crying looked at Reid, who began sobbing horribly in the room. Penny was as well, hers were silent, except for a few sniffles going. Reid screamed Melanie's name, but he didn't remember it. He didn't remember anything but his body being shattered. She wanted him there, but he could never save her. Never again. Charlie stared without seeing, horror clean on his face.

"M-Melanie..." he whispered,"India..." he mumbled. He got up, knocking over his chair and stormed out of the room, running and stumbling.

"Melanie!" Spencer cried out again, his arms wrapped around his sides, holding himself together.

It was ten more minutes, and Spencer barely calmed down in time to see Melanie lift the cloth off the ruby. Her gold hair was cascading down her back with a lace veil playing down the sides of her face. The dress looked like a river of white and diamonds.

     Stalking out of the room, Melanie plunked the necklace onto a table outside the house, showing a view of the misty lake. They were in a cave like place, it was dark except for about 30 or so candles lit all over.

   They saw Melanie in her slender, floor length wedding gown, and she was upset. Damien had his back to her fingering the ring.

"Is this it then?" she yelled, he looked back, amused. "No more killing? You're gorged with blood now, yes? Now, you bring me here for what? To share a bed with me? One fix of flesh, is that all it is?"

"Do you have any idea what it's like?!" he hissed. "My mother...was afraid of me. My first birthday present was a mask. The first kiss I ever received was from you that first day at Coney."

"So that was it? You thought I was encouraging you? I saw you as a father figure!"

"And I saw you as a lover! What would I do with a daughter?"

"Give her the love she needed!"

"I am doing that, Melanie, darling," he whispered, he tried to wrap his arms around her, but she shoved him off. Again, he tried, and Melanie let him this time. "You need this..." he mumbled,"you're so unused to human touch...you need warmth and loved. You need to be kissed. Every second of every minute of every day...yeah...Melanie, you once said that some were born to be secondary characters. You were talking about you, but I always knew what you were, Melly. A star. But you were also meant to be a sacrifice. That's what you wanted, wasn't it? To save lives? I won't hurt anyone as long as I have you, darling. I swear. I'll hold you...and love you...and soon, you'll have children to love and hold."

"Children," Melanie breathed as if the breath had been knocked out of her.

"That's what you told me you always wanted more than anything. Children. They'll love us, of course. Gustave took to me well enough."

Spencer watched Melanie flinch as realization dawned on her. "When you took him out and didn't hurt him...you...you pretended he was our son?!" she screamed, shoving away. "You leave him out of this! It's my fault he's an orphan and he doesn't belong to me and he sure as heck doesn't belong to you! You stay away from him! I'll give you whatever you want, even if that means a son..." her voice died off, whimpering a little.

Spencer thought of Melanie's body swollen with Damien's child and gagged. Damien taking away Melanie's so treasure virginity. He yelped.

Melanie started to sob as the splashing in the water began, only when the pale figure came into view that everyone gasped.

"My dear, I think we have a guest..."

Melanie looked up.  She yelped "Phillip!"

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Melanie stared at Phillip Dufour in shock and awe.

Damien stared with a sick smile. Neither noticed, their eyes locked on one another.

"Did you think I was going to hurt her?" Damien asked. "Why would I make her pay for the sins that are yours?"

Melanie screamed as Damien slipped the rope around Phillip's neck.

Phillip gagged.

Damien chuckled, "What an interesting situation we have here, wouldn't you say Comte?" He pulled the rope tighter. Melanie was crying again.

"It was foolish to come here. Nothing can save you now...nothing except, Melanie."

Melanie's big blue eyes widened, and she tried hard to make her quivering mouth stop shaking.

"Start a new life with me. Buy his freedom with your love. Refuse me and you send your lover to his death. This is the choice. This is the point of no return."

Melanie looked away.

"The tears I might have shed for you are drying Damien. I harbor nothing now but hate! You were wrong when you said no one loved you for your face-the distortion is truthfully in your soul," she hissed.

Phillip groaned. "Melanie, forgive me, please forgive me. I did it all for you and all for nothing..."

"Farewell my fallen idol and false friend...one by one all my delusions shattered..."

"Melanie," Phillip said,"if you say you love him, my life is over..."

Damien got another rope, to secure him to the wall.

"For either way you choose, he has to win! Why make her lie to you to save me?"

Melanie was sobbing again. "Angel, please! You deceived me...my father didn't send you...why did you lie?"

"For pity's sake, Melanie, say no! Don't throw your life away for my sake!"

"Why are you doing this?" Melanie screamed.

Damien smiled. "His life is now the prize which you must earn."

"I fought so hard to free you..." Phillip whispered. 

"But, Angel of Music...you deceived me...I gave you voice blindly," she hissed.

"Out with it, Melanie. Make your choice."

Melanie couldn't look at either of them.

Some people are just born to be secondary characters...she thought, walking toward the men.

 

But this is my story.

 

Melanie stalked to Damien and took his face in her hands.

 

It's a pity he's taking it from me.

 

And she kissed him fiercely, with all the passion she had in her soul.

 

But it's all my fault...

 

And for some reason...it felt okay. Like she needed this. She wanted this.

 

Angel of Music...you deceived me...

 

Melanie pulled away slowly, but upon seeing Damien deep set blue eyes, she saw deep into his soul, and Melanie dove her head back onto his lips, she even let his tongue into her mouth, which she didn't find awkward. She just felt the passion and the love he was giving her.

 

Damien pulled away, crying. He stalked away from the girl, back the house on the lake.

"Take her..." he whispered, and, at first, Melanie thought she was dreaming. "Take her! Forget me! Forget all of this! Leave me alone...forget all you've seen. Go now, and don't let them find you!"

Melanie looked at Phillip and they shared a moment of bliss before she ran to him, taking off the ropes binding him.

"Take the boat and swear to me not to tell a soul of what's occurred her today. Keep your mouths closed about the Angel in Hell!"

Melanie let Phillip's arms roughly take her face, and they kissed passionately, and Melanie forget everything except the fact he was alive.

 

And she was his again.

 

"Go now!" he screamed. "Just...leave me!"

Melanie smiled blissfully at Phillip as they were about to leave, but Melanie stopped.

"What is it?" he whispered.

"I owe him more than this."

"Melly-"

"I'll be right back. I promise."

 

Melanie retreated back into the house on the lake, for probably the last time. She saw Damien sitting on the bed, fingering the rose Melanie had worn in her hair.

She didn't say anything, but he turned to face her. She slipped the ring of her finger and into his hand. He shook his head, and Melanie drew her arms back.

"Keep it. But promise me one day, after I'm dead, you'll come back and give it to me."

Melanie didn't say a word, but nodded. She leaned forward and kissed the distorted half of his face.

"Angel," she whispered, and left.

After she had ridden off with Phillip only then was he aloud to whisper,"Melanie, I love you..."

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A cop car had found Melanie and Phillip walking on the side of the road not long before dawn. She and Phillip held wordlessly onto each other in the back. She stumbled up the steps to Ardely, and when Xylen let her in the door, the BAU and her family was waiting for her. No one said a word or embraced her when she walked in. She looked at Charlie and Hotch, who didn't even nod.

She stalked across to the back of the room, where Spencer was standing stiff with big eyes. He had purple dotted along the bottom. Lack of sleep. They were also red. Tears.

Melanie stared for a moment before collapsing in his arms and crying with him as the dawn came, shining over Ardely like the presence of angels.  



CRIMINAL CRANIUM SCENE AND PROP PICTURES

CRIMINAL CRANIUM SCENE AND PROP PICTURES

Melanie's dress in CHAPTER 28

 

Melanie and Phillip at their engagement party

These are all from THE NUTCRACKER and I couldn't really find any with a blonde Clara and her in a red dress, so the first picture is the best.

Melanie and Reid working a case. She's in violet, so this is around episode 4, when they are working the Texas case.

Melanie before she leaves Reid. CHAPTER 28.

The almost kiss at JJ's house between Melanie and Reid

Yay! Melly in Red! With Reid!

 

SQUEE.

 

I love manipulating fan art, don't you?

 

 

-MEG GIRY

 

 

(P.S! IF ANYONE WANTS A SONG FIC, OR JUST TO HAVE SOME LYRICS IN (probably just a stanza) LEAVE A BAND NAME/SONG NAME IN THE COMMENTS BOX! AND I'LL TRY TO GET IT UP HERE! KK?)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter Twenty-Eight-You've Past the Point of No Return

Chapter Twenty-Eight
You've Past the Point of No Return

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

     "If Melanie sings, it is the chance to ensnare our clever friend."

"Go on, Vicomte."

Phillip smiled at the opera house managers. Melanie sat in the corner of the parlor room, Charlotte, and Niall on the other, neither speaking.

"He'll have to watch her sing," he said. "What gratification would he get otherwise? Melanie is an obsession, and he's going to take great care to watch her sing again."

"So, if he's there-"

"The doors will be bared. The police present. We are certain they're armed. The curtain falls," Phillip slapped the chair. "His reign shall end!"

***

Anette Greywald sat rolling out the curls of Melanie's hair for tonight performance, which was only 45 minutes away. Hotch and Reid were going over procedure with Melanie should she spot him in the audience. Her anxiety was growing by the minute. The dressing room felt cramped and packed-the way it had been when she was a chorus girl. In a way, Melanie like it. But being a prima donna wasn't the same. You get the glory, but you get it alone.

   Melanie's dress was only a black corset, with white thin sleeves that kept falling off the shoulders. There was a bright red rose in between her breasts, and a larger one in her curly gold hair. The skirt was a yellow-gold wrap around. Very thin. Very short. She was barefoot, and she carried a basket of red roses onto the stage. Her only prop before she would be seduced by the main character. Melanie sighed aloud at her disgusting role that Damien had left for her.

     Spencer came forward a few minutes later and slipped something into her hands. Melanie looked at him, confused, then opened her palm. Two ruby earrings, and a gold chain with a single ruby charm in the center.

Spencer leaned down to hug her, then whispered,"Do not take these off. No matter what happens. Understand?"

Melanie threw her arms fiercely around him in reply. "Yes," she said firmly, then kissed his cheek. "Thank you." she said in Hotchner's direction. "For everything."

As Hotch was leaving to give Melanie a moment to talk to Reid, Phillip came in. Hotchner sighed.

"Philly," Melanie whispered, throwing her arms around him.

"You look beautiful," he said, making his hug brief. "We're going to get him tonight, Melanie. I'm going to make you safe."

Melanie took a step back. "You don't understand, do you? He'll find me tonight. He'll take me. We'll be parted forever. He won't let me go!" Melanie turned away from him to grasp the make-up counter.

"Melly, you said your self that he was nothing but a man. But while he lives, he will haunt us till we're dead."

Melanie turned, and ran her finger down his cheek bone. "You think it would be easier to say goodbye now."

Phillip laughed hard. "It isn't goodbye, Melly. I will see you after the show. I promise."

Melanie nodded. Phillip kissed her on the cheek one last time. "Break a leg, Melly." Melanie nodded, walking out after him. He was gone when she entered. The cast was waiting for their entrance in the wings.

"There she is!" Tommy said, wrapping his arms around her. Melanie gagged at being compressed. "Whoops. Forgot my own strength," he said, smiling evilly. Melanie rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, whatever."

"Melly," Audrey sighed. The two girls embraced tightly. Audrey's eyes were watery now, the way Melly's had been every other hour for the past...well, most of the time Reid had seen her.

"Be careful," she whispered to her friend.

"You too," Melanie said, kissing her cheek. "All of you."

"Break a leg, Melbells," Tommy said, punching her shoulder. Melanie kissed his and Zayn's cheek.

"If I can't do my turn later, it's your fault," she said, sniffing and wiping her eyes.

Spencer came behind and gripped Melly's shoulders. "Let's get you to your mark," he said. Melanie pasted Niall on the way, who was playing her lover.

"You'll do great," he said.

"Thank you, Niall. You will too. You may need to whip me on the spin though. I think Tommy just broke my shoulder."

He smiled. "Will do. Break a leg."

"Break a leg."

***

Melanie nervously watched the chorus exit the stage after their number, and it was her turn to enter.

Melanie stepped into the light, and looked up at the box seats as she sang. She found Phillip.

"...Dreams of life..."

Okay, she thought, Tommy and Zayn are behind me. Niall should be entering soon-

The curtain fussed behind her upstage. She swallowed. Why was she so nervous?

She knew why.

"Master," Tommy said, no doubt bowing.

"Passarino-go away, for the trap, it is set, and waits for its prey."

Melanie stiffened, and continued to play naively with the roses in the basket. She heard to the two boys exit up stage right and Niall's boots click until he was in her peripheral vision. Melanie turned slightly as he began to sing. She swallowed before looking back down at the flowers. This man's hair was dark, his voice was deep, and he was two feet too tall to be Niall.

"You have come here
In pursuit of your deepest urge
In pursuit of that wish which till now
Has been silent
Silent."

Melanie rose from her crouch to tuck a hair behind her, and stare at the stranger who was no stranger. They wanted her to check the crowd. They never said on stage. Melanie looked again. Phillip hadn't noticed anything yet. The cops hadn't. Reid was in the wings, looking not the least bit worried. She bit her lip.

Her masked lover stalked ever closer, singing in her ear.

This has to be a dream...

"I have brought you
That our passions may fuse and merge
In your mind you've already succumbed to me, dropped all defenses
Completely succumbed to me
Now you are here with me
No second thoughts
You've decided
Decided."
He ran his hand down her arm, and Melanie shivered. She locked on his dark eyes, and her inside's melted.
"We're two of the same," he had once told the 13 year old Melanie, small and meek and confused. And she had believed him. Just like she was now.
"Past the point of no return
No backward glances
Our games of make-believe are at an end.

Past all thought of if or when
No use resisting
Abandon thought and let the dream descend."

Melanie gasped as he wrapped his arms around her waist, letting his hands explore her arms and sides.

"What raging FIRE shall flood the soul
What rich desire unlocks it's door
What sweet seduction lies before us?

Past the point of no return
The final threshold
What warm unspoken secrets
Will we learn
Beyond the point of no return? "

Damien backed away, looking at Melanie, breathing hard. It was a question. He wanted an answer. Melanie found Phillip, who nodded at her. But he didn't know what was going on. She would have to tell him. She would have to ask.
Melanie was falling into the trap in order to get help.

She took in a deep breathe before she began.
"You have brought me
To that moment when words run dry
To that moment when speech disappears
Into silence
Silence."
Melanie looked back at her fiance, who still didn't know. Melanie turned from fear to rage. He couldn't help her. He wouldn't if he could. Melanie turned back to Damien, still looking arrogant, eyebrows raised.
 "I have come here,
Hardly knowing the reason why
In my mind I've already imagined
Our bodies entwining
Defenseless and silent,
Now I am here with you
No second thoughts
I've decided
Decided."
Melanie didn't need to look back at Phillip to know he was catching on. Melanie drug her hand down the side of Damien's face. He closed his eyes, loving the touch of her skin on his.
Melanie smiled evilly.
"Past the point of no return
No going back now
Our passion-play has now at last begun."
Melanie laughed as she playfully tossed back her skirt, and fluffed her hair. She accepted Damien's hands on her body and she smiled as she sang. Phillip was confused, but he was coming into realization slowly.

"Past all thought of right or wrong
One final question
How long should we two wait before we're one?

When will the blood begin to race
The sleeping bud burst into bloom
When will the flames at last CONSUME us?"
Melanie giggled as he ran a trail of kisses up her arm and under her hair. His hands ran up her legs. She didn't care. Sin was consuming her. She didn't care. She wanted this now.
Their voices melted together perfectly, keeping the audience stuck to their seats.
"Past the point of no return
The final threshold
The bridge is crossed
So stand and watch it burn
We've passed the point of no return."
They held each other at center stage, hands all over each other. Screaming, passion flowing from them. Phillip was crying from box 5.
   No one could hear as Damien whispered in Melanie's ear, her eyes widening and saddening. She looked out at the audience, looking from face to face. She had all seen them at one point, all met them. She had grown up here. Melanie turned to him, and put her pale hand on his face. She mouthed the words,"I'm sorry," to him, but not before she grabbed hold of Damien's black mask and pulled.

Damien's skin was badly burned and distorted. The audience gasped. He stared sadly at Melanie, but it soon turned to hot anger as he grabbed hold of her and ran off the stage. Spencer, who was the only guard backstage, immediately followed where they should've been.



But they were gone.

Spencer heard the audience's screams before he saw them, but he had to wipe away his own tears first.

Melanie had been right, she was going to be taken. The only connection they had was in the red ruby necklace.

He prayed she didn't take it off.

It was the first time he had prayed in years.

But he had to, because after all this, God had to harbor some mercy for the girl who had no love given to her. No hope.



Chapter Twenty-Seven-Guardian Angel

Chapter Twenty-Seven
Guardian Angel

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

     Melanie went to her room that night, feeling lost and confused. Her mother had a suitor. How...how...inappropriate! And Mayor Barly?! Just plain...inconsiderate! Melanie noted that there was an orangish tinge to his hair. Could he be Aggie's father? This man, could he have been sleeping with her mother while her father was alive. Melanie's head spun. Melanie ran to the mirror, trying to find some trace of her father in her face. Melanie didn't have his square nose or jaw. The high cheek-bones belonged to her mother. The golden hair and arched eyebrows were another product from her maternal side. Melanie forced herself to lock onto her blue eyes, which some people had described as a 'scary, shocking' blue. They were electric, seeing the intensity in them. Melanie saw now herself.

     She had dark under eyes and her skin was paler than usual. Her mouth which had never been able to frown (she had tried. The muscles in her face simply did not work that way) was drooping downward for the first time. Melanie shucked off her wet dress, and noted that she could see her ribs through the pale, paper skin. Melanie felt uncomfortable, and when a knock at her door sounded, she was relieved to know Mammy was offering to draw a bath for her.

   Melanie wrapped her shawl around her and opened the door. She stood mouth agape, back at her brother.

"Are you okay?" he whispered. Melanie let him in quickly. Slipping behind her changing shade, she found a long dark grey frock. It was long sleeved and cotton and Melanie scooted under her bed covers. She sighed when her brother yanked away her soaked shawl, throwing it over her changing shade. He curled up on the foot of her bed.
"You okay?" he reiterated.
She nodded stiffly.
"I can't believe her..." she whispered.
"Believe it," he huffed, emotionless.
"Did you know?"
Charlie shook his head.
"...Do you think he's Aggie's father?" he whispered. Melanie shook her head, blinking away the tears.
"I don't want to think of that," she whispered hoarsely. "I just want to sleep. Maybe I'll be tired enough not to have any nightmares."
Charlie nodded. "I'll send in Morgan tonight. Okay?"
Melanie nodded.
***
Melanie returned around 2 the next day after the first rehearsals for the unwanted opera that Damien had written. Each rehearsal was private. Extremely private.
"Hello Gustave!" Melanie crooned as she saw he and Aggie rolling around little cars on the rug in the living room. She lived him into her arms. "Give your best sweetheart a kiss!" she said, and he pressed his chubby red lips to her cheek.
"Darling," Phillip whispered from the corner. Melanie smiled as she crossed the room, and two melted in each other's embrace. Standing on tip toe, Melanie sighed as she molded their lips together, even if for the briefest of moments.
When they parted, he stared at her longingly, letting his forefinger trace over her bottom lip.
"You can't stay long, can you?" she whispered, taking his hand from her face. He sighed.
"...No. I just came to pick up Gustave."
Melanie sighed, and looked at their locked hands. His knuckles were white as they gripped her small, soft hands. Melanie's hands looked like paper in his big apricot ones. She tore her hands away and whispered a goodbye as she slipped up the stairs to be alone.
***
Melanie came down after Phillip and Gustave had left, and Reid eyes widened as he turned to see her. It was the barest she had even been.
Melanie was wearing a rose pink and white striped bathing beauty swim suit. It had sleeves to just before her elbows, and pants to her knees. There was a skirt, which puff out just long enough to wear you could see the pantilettes hiding below. The neckline was low for Melly, but not low enough to show any cleavage, nothing more than her clavicle. Her gold hair was in floppy bun with gently waves popping out of it. Mammy was furious and on her faster than anything.
"What is you wearin?"
"A bathing suit. I'm going swimming."
"It's to cold to go swimming!"
"It's only September, Mammy darling," Melanie said, brushing past, white towel hung delicately over her arm. She smirked.
"The pool?" Mammy asked. Melanie frowned.
"The public pool? Heavens no! I meant the lake-"
"Just what you need. Ta get sick from that lake-"
"Mammy, I won't-"
"Or drown. Or worse."
"Worse?"
"You ain't goin' swimmin" Melanie bit her red lip.
"What if Spencer watches me?" she exclaimed, looking at him hopefully.
"What'll he do?"
"Make sure worse doesn't happened to me. He's saved my life many times, Mammy. Maybe Dr. Reid is like my Angel." Melanie put a hand to her mouth, as if she wished the words hadn't come out. Mammy looked sadly at her.
"...You can go swimmin'...long as Docta Reid is with ya."

Melanie ran off the rotting dock and into the clear blue lake. It was cloudy as the wind blew, and Spencer relaxed under the huge maple in the yard that shaded half the lake. Melanie's head bobbed back up, and she spewed lake water from her mouth like a fountain, hitting Reid.
"Hey!" he cried out. Melly laughed. Spencer tugged on the sweatshirt he had been wearing. He ripped it off, showing his white tee shirt underneath. Melly smiled, splashing him again.
"Why are you-!"
"Get. In. the water." she said, smiling evilly. Spencer stared. What was that gleam in Melanie's eye?
"Why?" Spencer asked nervously.
"You can swim," was her reply. "Get in the water."
"Melanie-"
"Please?" she asked, her blue eyes getting big.
Spencer's brows furrowed as a grin formed. "I didn't know you could be this evil," he said.
"I don't have a suit."
"You don't need one."
He stared.
"I meant swim in your clothes."
Oh.
"I can't, Mel. I'm watching you, remember?"
Melanie pouted. Reid wondered if this was Melanie used to talk to her father. The pout slipped slowly as Melanie sunk into her thoughts. She slipped under water slowly, not taking in enough air to last 20 seconds.


Let alone the minute she was under. Reid stared after 30 seconds, and five seconds later, his feelings turned to cold fear.
"Melanie?" he asked. "Melly?..Melly! Melly!" Spencer splashed into the water, it was cold as it assaulted his nose and skin. Melanie was floating in the middle of the water, eyes closed and very still.

Creepily still. When Spencer moved again, Melanie's eyes darted toward him, and she smiled. She pointed up, and they both rose.

"What the hell was that?!" he screamed, swimming over to her. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders frantically. Melanie accepted his embrace, but her eyes were searching and sad when he pulled away.
"What is it?" he whispered, still holding on to her.
"I wanted to see if it was true," she said. When he looked at her, she elaborated.
"I wanted to see if you were my guardian angel. Instead of one that killed for me or hated me."
Spencer stared, he knew she was talking about Damien and Charlie.
"I would kill to protect you," he whispered.
"Don't do that," she whispered, looking away.
"I would-"
"Don't, please...I'm not worth that...I'm not worth that."
"...Let's get you inside."