Tyler Lockwood Imagines

Paranormal

Tyler Lockwood x Black!Fem!Reader

Requested by Anon

Request: Anonymous asked: Hey Bon can I get Tyler Lockwood x Black Female Reader please? Reader is the daughter of a paranormal investigator and she accidently finds out Tyler is a werewolf.

"Are you sure?" You asked as you slammed your car door and made your way to the motel. There was a sigh down the phone and a clearing of your boss's throat. It didn't make you feel hopeful for the case at all.

"Look, all I know is someone would pay a lot of money for us to look into this. Do I think that there are vampires, werewolves and witches running around some town in Virginia? No. But we need the money." The voice was slow and hesitant.

"You sent me to investigate something you knew wasn't really here?" You snapped. Heading to the reception desk you held your mobile between your shoulder and your ear, sliding the papers you had printed out at a library on your way into town. You mouthed that you were sorry for being on the phone to the old woman who took the papers and tapped away at an ancient-looking computer. She waved it off as if she understood and booked you in. The key she handed was small with a massive wooden tag on it that had the number five carved into it with bold black letters. Heading back to your car you yanked open the boot and pulled out your bag and the box of files you'd been sent.

"Yeah. I know. Just maybe try and find a source for the rumours, even if it turns out to be a bunch of kids messing around or something." Your boss sounded as if they were typing away at their keyboard and you could tell he was losing interest.

"Yeah. I can do that. Look, I'll go over the files and call you tomorrow evening." You hung up, slung your bag over your shoulder and heaved the box onto your hip. Reaching up you slammed the boot of your car, swearing when you dropped the motel key and made your way across the damp gravelled car park to your room. Once you got inside you dumped your bag at the door and fumbled around for the light while balancing the box awkwardly under one arm. When it flicked on you saw that the room was small. There was a table under the window next to the door, two dubious-looking chairs that were old and faded. a small kitchen was squashed into an alcove past the window. It consisted of one small countertop, a free-standing oven and a small fridge that clicked every now and then. The bed was large and the mattress looked like the newest thing in the room. Thankfully the sheets looked clean. There was a small tv shoved in one corner and an old armchair that looked as if someone had sat in it for so long the chair had melded to their body shape.

Deciding to go through the files before heading to bed you dumped the contents of the box out onto the table before flinging it and your bag down the side of your bed.

There was a stuffy feeling to the room, like it wasn't warm or cold, dry or humid so you opened the window and sat down. The air in the room seemed to ease as a cool breeze wafted into the room and diluted the musty smell. For hours you poured over the files, thick with theories and photos. It was one case that had more evidence than you'd ever seen before. Often you would have a smudgy photo but this was detailed.

You were so engrossed in your work that you didn't bother looking up when there was a commotion outside. Not until there was a massive bang and a sound that made the hairs on your body prickle with anxiety. Looking out of the window you saw a young man, covered in blood. The street lights seemed to make his eyes glow as he scrambled to his feet, dangerously close to your car and hurried into the woods. You found yourself staring at the car park for several minutes.

"You know what... I... am going to bed." You said to yourself.

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The next morning you woke up and stared at the ceiling. There was something off about this place you could feel it, in some inexplicable way. Deciding you'd rather not eat from the vending machine outside your room you packed a bag with your equipment, dug out your old camera and went out to inspect the car park. Nothing seemed out of place but you still took a few photos before getting into your car and wrestling your phone into the holder on your dashboard. You stopped by the library and left a few lists of information you wanted with the elderly lady sitting at the desk. She promised that she would have everything you needed by the next day and you left. Deciding you would look around town and see if you could find anything that fits with the information you'd been given you wandered around. The stores didn't hold anything too interesting to you. There was one crystal shop which shared a building with a tour guide who claimed the town was filled with vampires. You took all the information, pamphlets and books he was offering you and sat on a bench in the middle of the high street as you read through them.