The Call Of The Void- A Spencer Reid x reader Fanfiction

Claudette's Game

Claudette. A rather strange name given it's occupant. The origin is French, originally meaning 'lame', but Claudette Adler was quite the opposite of lame.

She did however, live up to her middle name, Persephone, meaning 'bringer of destruction'.

And that is where we join Claudette, bringing destruction upon a poor man who was just trying to commit infidelity.

There they sit, playing Claudette's favourite game, chess.

She could barely contain herself as she moved the next piece, taking a black rook from her opponent.

The man whimpered and a tear rolled pre-made tracks already on his cheeks. He bit down on a once white silk rag in his mouth, which was now splattered in blood.

She lined up her engraved knife carefully, before slamming it through his chubby finger, blood spattering the rag and Claudette's white dress, as well as her most prized possessions, her white chess pieces.

The average player looses nine pieces in a game of chess, and if this man was clever enough, he might be discovered with at least one finger left.

She was going to kill him when the game ended, of course.

Claudette was hoping for somewhat of a challenge. Something to bring her out of her existential boredom.

She had tried everything, and nothing had ever worked.

Except for killing.

Sometimes, just sometimes, the police were competent enough to keep her on her toes.

Well, never really on her toes, they weren't that good.

More like flat on her feet.

Killing gave her butterflies in her heart, it presented an interesting challenge for her, or at least something to do to fill up her days of boredom.

Especially when she only kills competent people, people who could perhaps have even the smallest chance of beating her.

That aspect of it truly drew her in.

At first it had just been rapists, then child abusers, then domestic abusers. Then just anyone who was particularly unpleasant to others.

This man, who was currently bleeding out in front of her, as she was too lost in her own thoughts to move her pieces, she considered fun.

He was a researcher of biochemicals, as well as serial adulterer, which both added to his reasonably impressive IQ.

And he was yet another disappointment.

But the one man Claudette needed to play her games with was a man by the name of Spencer Reid.

She had developed quite the obsession with him over the years, researching his cases, reading his favourite books, and obsessively stalking him in every way you could imagine.

The last and only other time she had been this dangerously obsessed with someone was a woman by the name of 'Irene'.

This was of course not her real name, Claudette knew that, but it was the name the Woman had chosen to give to her, so it remained important to Claudette.

The Woman had successfully managed to take Claudette's queen, and at the same time, took her heart. Of course the absolutely euphoric sex they had right after helped to take her heart too.

To this day, Irene was the only person who had come even a little bit close to winning Claudette's game, and the only person to walk out of a game with all but two of her slender fingers still intact.

(Claudette, of course, had a varied amount of games she liked to play with her 'victims' and although she and Irene had played chess, Claudette's favourite, she had a system of when and how she would torture someone, she wasn't stupid enough to take of one finger for every chess piece lost, that would be ludicrous.)

Irene was also the only person to ever walk out of a game

Well, dead people can't really walk out of anything.

But enough about Irene, Claudette's mind was incapable of not thinking about her when thinking about Him.

Spencer Reid.

Her two obsessions. One of whom she was still seeing, the bruising in the shape of Irene's fingers on her neck proved that.

And the other one she was going to see soon.

God Claudette was getting excited just thinking about what she would do to Spencer when she got her pretty hands on him.

She was almost shaking with excited as she slit the fat mans throat.