Evan Peters Imagines and One Shots

Nocturnal - Kyle Spencer

Dreams could be three things: hyper-realistic figments of the imagination, an enlightening sign about your consciousness, or an opportunity for the undead to communicate, warn, or possess you. The third option described my situation. Necromancy was my cursed ability. I specialized in anything involving the dead. I could even start a zombie apocalypse if needed. The spirits were more active around me than before, though. My dreams became haunted by souls trying to get through to me. I couldn't recall the last time I had a dream that didn't make me wake up yelling bloody murder.

Tonight was the same as it had been. I jumped awake from another awful dream. My chest pounded as I took deep breaths to calm myself. Cordelia had tried multiple spells and rituals on me to help, but the nightmares became worse. The sky was pitch black outside my window. Stars were the only light in the sky as the moon hid behind the woods. My walls' extra padding prevented my screaming from being heard outside my room, so I was sure none of the others could've been awake. Returning to hell in my sleeping mind would not be an option for me. Besides, I needed a glass of water after enduring the roller coaster ride of horror.

My assumptions were incorrect since the kitchen light was on. I walked into the lit room and saw Kyle, our hot butler and the only man in the house. I'd startled him as he turned around and saw me since he thought he was the only one awake. He wasn't much of a talker, but he and I spoke a lot. We had a common topic. Death.

Kyle fascinated me so much as a necromancer. He was so lively for someone who was once undead. Sure, Madison and Zoe did a revival ritual on him, and Misty mended his body, but even with the scars, you'd never know he was once a corpse. The others joked he only fascinated me because he was hot. They could mock me all they wanted. I couldn't have been the only one amazed by meeting a real-life Frankenstein, and deep down I knew he intrigued them, too. No matter how sexy he was.

"Oh, hey, Y/n. You're up late," Kyle said.

"I'd say the same about you," I responded. "What brings you down here? My screaming didn't wake you, did it?"

"Nope, not tonight. I couldn't sleep, so I came to grab a glass of water," he explained. "What brings you down?"

"I had another nightmare," I informed. "Typical, I know."

I held my hand against my forehead, sashaying over the cabinet beside him. Kyle chuckled as I transformed into a drama queen before his eyes. I sighed as I leaned backward against the countertop. He was over my childish antics. Shaking his head, he placed his glass on the counter. The only time I acted this over-dramatic was when I wanted him to do something for me. Kyle waited for me to tell him what I wanted.

"Yes, m'lady?" he asked.

"Oh Kyle, be a dear and fetch me a glass of water," I kidded. "Make it snappy."

"You've got it, Fiona." he mocked.

I sat up from the counter and dropped the drama queen act. He cackled at how suddenly I switched back to normal. He could call me anything, but comparing me to that soulless woman was a new low. Kyle grinned as he grabbed a cup from the cabinet and filled it with water. Playfully, I scoffed at him and took the glass from his hand.

"Fuck you, and Fiona would never be that nice." I joked. "Thank you, though."

Kyle shrugged as he picked his glass back up. We clinked our glasses together before we both took a sip of water. Everything tasted better when made by other people.

"You're more than welcome," he responded. "You know, you've been having nightmares for months. I thought Cordelia would've found a solution by now."

"I'm just as confused as you are. It's the curse of being cursed," I sighed. "Who would've thought the descendant of a Salem witch and a voodoo practitioner would suffer this much hell? I thought I was supposed to cause it."

"If it makes you feel better, you cause it enough, according to Zoe," Kyle chuckled. "She's still mad you woke her up last week with your screaming. I heard her complaining to Cordelia about it earlier."

Zoe couldn't stand me after I defended Kyle in their breakup. I would not retract my statement. If she was going to abandon him in the end, she should've left him for dead. He killed Madison because of his love for Zoe. If that wasn't love, I don't know what love is. Some guys won't even quit drugs for their partners- let alone kill for them.

"What the hell? I can't control if I yell when I'm asleep," I acknowledged. "Besides, I have soundproof panels in my room now. She has no reason to complain anymore; that's hater shit."

His eyebrows raised as he cleared his throat.

"Excuse me, I'm not sure if I heard you correctly. Did you just say soundproof panels? Like the ones they use in studios?" he questioned.

"Bingo," I responded.

"Smart, but does Cordelia know?" he interrogated.

"Of course. Cordelia helped me put them on my walls. She's the one who made me express deliver," I informed. "Have you heard any shrieking for the past couple of days?"

Kyle shook his head in response as he finished downing his glass. He had proven my point. I was skeptical about purchasing the panels, but now I was so happy I pursued my decision. I didn't feel like a burden now since I didn't scare the household awake every time I slept. How long it would take for me to harness my ability or for Cordelia to 'fix' me was unknown, so having the quick solution helped a lot.

"You're welcome," I said.

"Nice. I always wondered if those things truly worked and how they feel, you know," Kyle claimed. "They look so soft and squishy- and chewable."

"Are you sure Fiona's magic fully developed your brain? Because you sound like you'd try to eat Play-Doh right now," I mocked.

"If I poured water on you, somehow I'd be the asshole, huh?" Kyle teased.

I almost spit out my water from laughing at him. His rare threats never failed to amuse me. He prided himself on being lovable and relaxed, but the more we became friends, the more I saw his hidden self. I lived for his intimidations. Oddly, we could talk all day without getting bored with each other. Plus, he'd sneak snack cakes into my room whenever I'd get banished to my room.

"My apologies. I didn't mean to wake up Frankenstein," I kidded. "All jokes aside, since there's nothing better to do, you could come check out my room."

"I might just take you up on that offer," he replied. "I'll check it out after your divination training with Cordelia."

"No, silly. I was talking about right now," I clarified. "No one's up right now, so it won't alarm anyone."

He smirked before nodding his head in response. Kyle grabbed our glasses and put them in the sink. I hadn't even finished my water, but he was eager to see my room.

"Lead the way," he instructed.