Evan Peters Drabbles

What Have You Done? (Kyle Spencer [AHS] x Reader)

REQUESTED: What if instead of Kyle on the bus, it was Y/N? What if it was Kyle who wanted her back so he begged Madison to bring her back? For some reason, Kyle missed the bus that Y/N was on & she was killed & he wants her back?

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He was shaking, his hands reaching out towards you as his eyes burned with the fire of his tears that threatened to spill & the rage that enflamed within him. Your face was pale, your eyes lifeless. There was still blood spilling from your mouth as your cold eyes returned Kyle's stare without emotion. Your usually cool skin was colder now, the blood no longer flowing through your veins. Kyle pressed his hand against your chest, searching for your heart beat, but there was nothing; no movement, no sound.

That was it; Kyle lost it. His eyes exploded with tears as he sobbed uncontrollably. You were gone; the love of his life was gone because of his stupid fraternity brothers.

"Oh God," he breathed, hugging your corpse to his chest, "Oh God," he buried his face in your neck, crying intensely. His hands hugged your waist tightly to his body, begging & wishing you would come back to him, that this insanity never happened. Where did it all go wrong?

It was just another night at the frat house: Kyle's brothers were throwing a party to celebrate finishing finals while you & Kyle were spending time together alone in his room. You were both having an intense cuddle session, just enjoying each other's presence & warmth, when all of a sudden, one of Kyle's brothers burst into the room, ruining the lovely moment, saying that Kyle had to "come & see this!"

You & Kyle reluctantly followed the brother to a room, where you were both met with the awful sight of his brothers assaulting a drunk & clearly delirious young girl.

You completely lost it, attempting to get all the brothers away from her & Kyle followed suit, but you were faster. You chased them out & into the bus, which drove away just before Kyle could get on. That would end up being his downfall because he was met with the unbelievable sight of the bus where his frat brothers & the love of his life was on flipping over, seemingly out of nowhere.

And now, you were gone, taken from his grasp in a matter of seconds. Everything, the six years the both of you shared, the love you reciprocated, the light behind your eyes that he spent six years bringing back, all gone in the blink of an eye.

Kyle cried & cried, not caring about the small crowd that had wandered around him. His heart burst with pain & sadness as he held your dismembered body to his. Your head was barely attached to your body & Kyle had your blood smeared all over himself. Your legs were gone, along with one of your arms, but he didn't care. He held you & cried into your sliced throat, damning every God & being imaginable that allowed for this to happen to his darling.

He sniffled as he searched for your hand, the one that was still attached to you, & grabbed it tightly into his own. He let his thumb trace the ring he put on your finger just a few weeks ago when he proposed to you, sadly. Just when it seemed like your lives were barely getting started, it came to an abrupt & tragic end.

Kyle cried into your shoulder again as he squeezed your hand, staring at the ring. It made his heart burn more & he couldn't bear it any longer. His shaky fingers gently pulled your ring off your finger, depositing it into his pocket. He reluctantly pulled away from you, pressing a firm kiss to your temple before he gently set what was left of you onto a salvaged seat from the bus, wiping his nose with his sleeve. He kept staring at you for what felt like forever before he finally had just enough strength to lift himself up off the ground. He took one last look at you before he turned away, unable to see you like this anymore.

His sad eyes landed on two girls, standing a good distance away, watching the wreckage with minimal emotions. He didn't think much of it, until he really got a good look at one of the girls. She was the one who was raped earlier by his brothers & the girl who just so happened to flick her wrist in an interesting fashion right before the bus flipped over.

Kyle didn't know whether he believed in a lot of things, but he did know that he wasn't stupid. It couldn't be a coincidence that the bus flipped over just when she got outside. He flared his nostrils as he angrily made his way over to the girls, "You!" he spat once he reached them, "What the Hell did you do? You just killed my fiancé!"

She rolled her eyes, "I didn't do anything."

He glared at her, "I'm not stupid! I know what I saw," he pointed a finger at her accussingly, "You flipped the bus over. You killed the love of my life!"

She laughed bitterly, "So what? If she's anything like your frat brothers she deserved to die."

Kyle was never a violent nor confrontational person, but no one talks about you like that, "You...you fucking bitch!" he flushed slightly at his harsh words, but otherwise didn't show his emotions, "She was the sweetest, most amazing person in this whole world & now, the sun is going to shine a little less because she's gone, because you killed her," he growled, "I don't know what you are & frankly, I don't give a damn, but you're going to fix this."

She snorted, although she was visibly uncomfortable, "And why should I do that?"

"Because," Kyle leaned closer, glaring at her, "If you don't, I'm going to drag your ass into court & have you arrested for murder."

She just laughed, "Don't be ridiculous! You can't prove shit."

He smirked, "My fiancé was majoring in Law; I know how to file a lawsuit & how to make it stick," She gulped, avoiding his gaze, "I'm giving you a week. If my fiancé isn't back by then, I'll be seeing you in court."

With that, Kyle shot her a final glare before he walked away, gripping your ring tightly in his pocket.