#vampireslayer!reader

Summary: someone things are just better left in the past. Y/n never thought she would have to see this beast again, Wednesday Addams on the other hand had other plans.

Bold Italics: Thoughts

Italics: Memories

Pairings: Ex! Tyler x fem!reader, Ajax x fem!reader (Slow burn)       

TW: Death

A/N: Please feel free to change the pronouns and gender best suited to you. I apologise for using gender neutral pronouns.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!                                

"I forbid you to take her to that...that infernal beast."

Her watchers' voices rang through the air as they held eye contact, a smirk played on his lips, taunting her as she remained poker-faced—once welcoming and soft, now unreadable, and stoic.

She didn't want to be here, playing a childish game of Russian Roulette with her ex.

Enid's warmth was a sense of comfort in this time of despair, her e/c eyes never left his cold blue ones.

Another mistake ready to unfold, a chaotic masterpiece. The hairs on the back of her neck stood as Wednesday appeared by her side.

He became the creatures she fought in the past. Deadly, weak and pets to their masters. The shock collar around his neck proved her point.

The vampire slayer gripped her wooden stake. Praying she had the ability to enable the shock collar. To watch him cry out in pain, in desperation. To become so vulnerable, just like her poor mother.

Must be ready.

Having a gift as precious as the strength of a thousand young women. The blessing of growing wiser, stronger, and intelligent, all came with a burden.

CHAOS!

Not knowing that every creature encountered could be your very last.

DISASTER!

No dust filling the night sky, but a thud of a body dropping to the floor, lifeless and empty.

AND

Love being nothing but an enemy, it blinds you and makes you vulnerable and the last,

DEATH!

Swarming her mind like an illness, constantly reminding of what once was the most precious person in her life. Now tightly bolted shut in a cocoon of white satin resting in an eternal sleep.

The sting of pain never left the young girl's heart. The cross sitting between her breasts became a constant reminder of the loss.

Her mother.

One thing a person needs to battle the cruel world, a parent. And the cause of her pain, standing three feet away from her, in chains.

Damp, lifeless skin, broken shackles wrapped around his wrists and ankles. Bare chest displayed for the world, blood smeared on his left cheek and messy curls sticking to his forehead.

Breathe shallow and shaky, eyes dead as they day he became twisted. His lips dry and cracked, held a malicious smirk. Hiding the sharp knives, that rested comfortably behind those lips.

"Miss me?"

Her expressions remained the same as she took in his words, and as sick as it sounded, part of her did. She missed the old Tyler, her Tyler.

Before his true nature clawed out from the roots of his bloody core, she finally understood. Y/n understood the challenge Buffy Summers faced with Angel, or Angelus.

Conflict of love and devotion against hate and anger. But his soul wasn't taken away from him like Angel's. Tyler's soul was tormented and ridiculed, all thanks to one deceitful woman.

The weight of the stake in her hand never felt heavier.

Come on, try me.

Her grip on the wooden stake tightened in a warning manner. Tyler's brows perked at the sight of the weapon in her hand, a symbolic piece he knew all too well.

A staple of what ended evil.

Interesting, he thought.

His head tilted to the side in a provoking manner, her eyes never leaving his.

There was a glimmer of hope in them.

Hope that they'll wake up from this nightmare and wake up in their beds, sweaty, rapid breathing.

Their panicked eyes flickering around the room, realising it was nothing but a figment of their imagination.

Like the day she felt him. The icy water consuming his body, filling his lungs, drifting him off to a dreamless sleep.

~Flashback~

Concentrating on the target twenty feet away from her. She gripped the stem firmly, fingers wrapped so tight her knuckles turned white.

The cheers from Ajax and Xavier echoed in the background as she focused on her task. She could feel the burn of Bianca's stare, edging her best friend on.

The whole school was counting on her; she was the best archer in the district. Move out of the way, Katniss Everdeen, a new mockingjay was rising.

Perks of being a vampire slayer.

One final deep breath, she let the string go.

The silence was heavy, the crowd watched in awe as the arrow flew through the air like a missile.

Piercing the red centre, cheers erupted in the air. Dropping her shoulders, she smiled as Ajax hauled her onto his shoulder. Cheeks flushed from the sudden action.

Never admitting it, but the h/c girl had a little crush on the gorgon boy.

Especially now with how Tyler had been acting towards her lately.

This feeling was what she needed: someone who was genuine and by her side. But when she looked into the crowd, she felt it. Her lungs collapsing, vision clouded, her body heat dropping.

"Ajax! Ajax, man let her down."

"Wha...why? Oh shit, Y/n! Hey!"

The sharp blades of the grass pricked her exposed skin; everything around her became distant, blurry.

"NURSE! We need a nurse."

Her head was pounding, her lungs crying for air.

"What happened?"

"I...I don't know...she just..."

A vision of a ceiling consumed by ripples played before her, oxygen being knocked out of her. She was no longer in her body, but his.

"Tyler!" She gasped, shoving the person giving her mouth-to-mouth, away. Getting to her feet, she took off sprinting into the woods.

"Of course, that normie would ruin everything."

“Ajax! Xavier! Enough of that!”

Shoving the front door open, eyes ecstatic. She examined the dull home.

Left

Right

She ran straight into his bedroom. Shoes squeaking, tennis skirt brushing against her legs, sent a shiver up her body.

"Tyler?"

The room was silent, too silent, his bathroom door half–open; the worst was yet to come.

Swinging the door open, she entered, finding the curtain closed.

"No, no, God no."

She tore it back, her vision finally answered.

He lay there, face gentle, almost peaceful, but the scars on his body told her differently.

"When did this happen?"

Her voice was barely above a whisper; no way his father was responsible for this. The bruises on his wrists, cuts along his torso, what hell was it from, a knife?

She couldn't allow this to happen.

How could he be so selfish?

He had been going to therapy for what, nothing?

Wasting his father's money, only to end up like this? To leave her, keep secrets from her, push her away like she never meant anything to him.

The urge to slap the living shit out of him, was hard to fight.

"Damn idiot." She hauled him out, and dropped his dead weight onto the floor to begin CPR.

"Come on," her hands slammed down, pumping his wet chest.

"COME ON, TYLER!"

Nothing.

"Jesus." Bending down, she gently tilted his head back and chin up, pressing her warm lips against his cold ones, and blew.

She felt his chest rise against her.

Come on, come on.

She blew into his mouth once more, a hand gripped tightly around her hip, ceasing her actions.

What the, woah.

Y/n flipped to the ground landing beside the unconscious boy. Aggressive gasps filled the silent bathroom, her groans of pain, playing along side the noise.

The sound of water splashing against the floor woke her from her daze. Another round of dry heaving began, followed by coughs.

"Tyler?"

His figure hunched over the toilet, and the contents within his stomach spilled into the bowl. Crawling over to him, she caressed his back as he threw up.

Her eyes never leaving him.

Drained Tyler rested his back against the wall, keeping his eyes closed.

"Tyler?"

He moaned.

"Why? Why'd you do that?"

Groaning, he rubbed his temple, "Please, Y/n, I don't want to talk about it."

"You don't want to talk about it?! You don't want to talk about it?"

He was asking to be slapped, and so she did. Palm connecting with his wet cheek, giving the ungrateful guy a taste of whiplash.

"What the hell was that for Y/n?"

"I come running here, coz I had a damn vision of my boyfriend, drowning in the bathtub... ONLY TO BE TOLD 'I don't want to talk about it...' Tyler, I deserve an answer, God Damn it."

The blue-eyed boy was baffled; had she seen what he did?

How? There is no possible way, was there?

It reminded him of the time they shared a dream; he had spoken to Thronhill about it. She was just as shocked as he was.

Y/n's watcher, William Abston, had some suspicion that the couple shared an emotional tether. Formed between the two from birth, soulmates, you may say. But it was a theory, a folklore tale.

"I think you should go, Y/n."

A sour expression grew on her face, her eyes raging with fire, heat burning into his. There was no point in arguing with him; it never ended well, They never used to argue.

Something within him changed; ever since that tiny little Addams girl showed her face.

That's when things between them became estranged.

"Fine...but when I walk out this door...our relationship is over."

Pushing herself off the ground, her shoes squeaked against the wet tile floor, his voice echoing behind her.

"How can you end something that was never there to begin with?"

The answer she had been seeking, was finally answered, in the dead of this misery, the Galpins' called home.

~Flashback ended~

For a minute there, she thought she saw his eyes twinkle, and her Tyler returned.

NO! He killed her.

Her body mauled to death, the poor woman's limbs were flung around the forest. The beast responsible, still on the loose.

Sheriff Galpin's eyes never strayed from the scene playing out in front of him. William Abston held the young girl as she wailed into his chest, grieving for her mother.

The Petropolus boy awkwardly placed a hand on the girl's back, trying his best to sooth her sobbing form. Both parties felt dumbfounded by tonight's events, seeing the strongest person in their life break like a porcelain doll.

"I'm here Y/n, I'm here."

Pulling away from her watcher, she rubbed her eyes dry and turned to Ajax.

"Th-thank you...for being... here... w... with me, Ajax."

The young gorgon flushed from her words, and nervously looked to the ground. Y/n gently placed her fingers under his chin tipping it so he could meet her e/c eyes.

Brown met e/c, wide eye and scared stared into dull and heartbroken orbs. To him she looked like a delicate lilac rose, droplets of water dripping down her soft petals. Even in this state she still managed to make his heart beat rapidly.

Her thumb ever so often caressed his jaw, a small smile toying along her swollen lips. Leaning forward she pressed her lips to his cheek.

"I... really mean it, Ajax. Thank you.”

Earlier that night, Wednesday had informed Ajax, about the death of the slayer's mother. Knowing the truth that laid before him, the sheriff's innocent son, dirtied his hands with blood.

My mum!

My everything!

My will to live!

GONE!

"Mistakes like you and your mother, should have been burned at birth."

The emotion flaring through her sentence was enough to fill the empty void; it impressed Wednesday Addams, and terrified Enid Sinclair.

The last thing the trio needed was the appearance of the Hyde to come out and play.

Enid's hold on her shoulder tightened, and her blue eyes grazed Tyler, as he absorbed the h/c's words.

Tossing his head back, he let out a wicked cackle. And like smoke, appeared in front of the girls, frightening the living shit out of the blonde. 

Yet Wednesday and Y/n didn't flinch or move an inch. Unlike Wednesday Y/n was quick to grab her stake and press it slowly into his abdomen. Her e/c eyes threatening him to even try.

She was not afraid; proving herself worthy of protecting the group from the Hyde, before she knew it was Tyler. 

Gates Manor 

Y/n squeezed the wooden handle, twisting her fist slowly as if she were nervously waiting to play baseball. 

It was somewhere up here with her, waiting to jump out and attack. It already succeeded in scaring Enid, who, with Wednesday managed to escape. Forgetting her in the large manor. 

But she had been used to this, being spilt up with her friends from her previous town, walking around an unknown environment, back then she knew what she was up against. Now like walking through dark.

Abston, had been researching the Hyde, working alongside with Weems and Thronhill, who for a human - like Y/n and Abston - had a lot of knowledge on the beast. 

Her sneakers squeaked against the floorboards, training all her senses to her hearing. No breathes, no growls, making her way closer towards the stair case, she paused once more.

Eyes scanning the perimeter, no shadows, no silhouettes, or reflections.

All seemed clear.

Loosening her grip on the shovel, she descended down the stairs, the front door was wide open, perfect escape. But too easy. 

Something's up, an easy escape?

Seems fishy.

Closing the door behind her she made her way out the door, Tyler's car was still parked under the tree. 

Strange, where the hell could they be?

The sound of rushing feet caught her attention, "Y/n! RUN!!!" 

Trailing behind the odd tiro, was the raging beast.

Readying herself, she definitely prepared for a batter up.

Running past the slayer, they made skidded to a stop, ready to yank her away. But the whoosh sound caught their attention.

They watched in fear as the head of the shovel connected to the Hyde's temple, the force from the whack sent it flying into a nearby tree. Snapping the trunk in half. 

"Holy shit, Y/n, batter's up." Xavier breathed.

Dropping the shovel to the ground, she faced the group and waved Tyler's keys. 

"Thanks, now let's get the hell outta here."

Present

His hot breath blowing on y/n's lips, and if this were like old times, she wouldn't have hesitated to pull him in.

To have him consume her whole, desperate to fill this void - he created - between them, to press her soft lips to his warm ones.

But soft lips don't pair well with cold bloody ones.

She knew he was listening to her heartbeat, asking for her to drop the tough act and give in, to show the truth.

"You mind repeating that, Buff?"

He welcomed back the taunting smirk, along with the dead nickname. A nickname that was buried a long time ago, lying in the depths of the past, where it belonged.

But she knew better than to repeat it, and yet his blue eyes taunted her, screamed for her to say it.

Com 'on baby, say it.

Make me angry, I dare you.

Let me show you who I am.

A monster.

A beast.

Something you loved, something you let caress your cheek the night your mother died.

The image of them sitting in his room as he gently held her wet cheeks, and peppered her with stolen kisses.

"It's okay, baby, we'll find who did this...I'll make sure of it."

The one whom you gave your innocence to and changed before your very eyes.

The carrier of your heart and chaos.

The Hyde.

"Mistakes like you and your mother should have..."

The words never left her lips. A clammy hand clasped itself around her mouth, stealing the words that held their fate in them.

""No, no. Not today, Y/n...I'd like to make it out of here alive."

Tyler took another taunting launch towards her, and as quick as lightning she retaliated. Like a bullet from a gun, her wooden stake pierced the sound barrier aiming directly to his head. Thanking the Hyde reflex, he caught it and smirked.

"Just like the first night we made love, how cute."

Enid's hold on Y/n began to slip; the girl struggled against the werewolf's strength.

"I hate you, I hate you, Tyler Galpin...You're a lost cause...Let... GO of me!"

The blonde grunted against the girl's failed attempts to escape.

"...Wednesday, he's here, tell him about his father. So we can get this over and done with."

Wednesday only nodded. Masking her amusement, she knew what the young slayer was capable of.

Watching her in the dead of night, train with her watcher.

Slaying the evil that embodied her previous home.

Stake in hand, she never missed a beat.

Never out of breath.

Never frightened of what demonic presences showed themselves to her.

Strong-willed young woman, but this demon she couldn’t slay, not yet at least.

Wednesday kept tabs on Y/n, with the help of her uncle Fester, a close friend of the young girl's watcher.

With the newly attained information, she could study the slayer and learn about the truth.

"My pleasure, Enid."

The blonde nodded back, her gaze settling on the girl, before leaving the cell. Tyler's voice echoed into the distance.