Evan Peters Imagines and One Shots

Partners in Crime Pt.2

I had wandered through these hotel walls for decades, hoping for someone to come and banish me to Hell; exhausted from living in this shithole with my incompetent husband who continued to pluck my every nerve. I would much rather be burning in Hell in this instance, but here I was. I spent Halloween alone while the man I loved celebrated another non-aging year without me; I hated being here and loathed every minute without him.

He had promised me riches and everything the world could offer. He buttered me up but did not include the fact he would lure me into eternal damnation. I was infuriated. I would have killed him if he hadn't already beaten me to it. To make matters even worse, he ignores me in the afterlife. That bastard brought me into this suffering, and he refused to acknowledge it.

I should have taken off to Mexico as I originally planned. I had enough money to get a mansion and start a farm, but I fell for his charm. His striking smile. Those beautiful dimples. His sharp jawline. His captivating brown eyes. He was a dashing devil, and I was dumb enough to sell him my soul.

I sat at my usual spot and sparked a chat with the barkeep, Liz Taylor. I only know of her because James' mistress, or should I say his 'wife'- I sneered at the thought of that homewrecking harlot- coming into my home, wearing my jewels, spending my money. The idea of her sent me into a rage. She had robbed me of everything, but James refused to let me kill her. He 'loved' her, so what was I doing here in the first place?

I squeezed my glass until it shattered in my hand. I didn't mind the if shards pierced through my palm; the pain wasn't worse than being here. Blood oozed from my palm as I sat and stared at the mess I had created. Liz gasped as she slid a napkin my way.

"Are you doing okay over there, Y/n," Liz asked, "You look a little angry."

"I'm swell, Liz," I gritted my teeth, "Mighty swell."

"Doesn't look like it, sweetie,"  she pressed, "Is James eating at you today?"

I looked to the elevator door as Elizabeth strutted out with her newest toy, Donovan.

"Not today," I declared, "It's her."

The vampiric concubine and her pet made their way over in our direction. I wondered what James saw in her; what about her was so outlandish that he chose to slaughter me and wed her? Clarity- that was all I asked for.

"Hello, girls. What are we talking about over here," Elizabeth questioned.

"Jezebel's," I scoffed, "I'm sure you're familiar with the role. You are a leading lady."

Her smile faded as I called her out for her truth; Elizabeth knew I did not fancy her. I hated her more than the police, which says a lot when coming from a notorious criminal. She took away my throne and my future legacy. James and I were unstoppable partners in crime. James and I would have been the original Bonnie and Clyde if I wasn't killed. She ruined everything as I could have been in history. The hate I had for this succubus was indescribable.

I stood from my stool and strode down the stairwell as James passed me. We didn't speak anymore. What was the point when it would only end in heartbreak and suffering? I stopped the attempts months ago when I decided it wasn't worth it. I didn't want to wish him a Happy Birthday or attend his Devil's Night- that sacred night where he invited all his friends, including the bastard who waited for me at the bottom. I sighed as I walked past him on the lobby floor, the Night Stalker.

"Beautiful, did you miss me," Richard harassed, "Of course, you did. I know you thought of me- how could you not?"

"Easily," I confessed, "Please leave me alone, Richard. I don't want to deal with your appalling presence- and stop looking at my feet."