Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Male Reader
Summary: Y/N is not the ideal vampire, his ambitious and dreams died years ago. But, when Wednesday Addams rolls into Nevermore, his blood craving returns. He knows the risks, but he has to know her.
Warnings: Graphic Violence
Nevermore Academy: Principal's Office
"That was a disaster!" Principal Weems paces in front of her burning fireplace, looking like steam is about to erupt from her ears. Meanwhile, Wednesday simply sits on the chair with her arms in her lap, unbothered. "The mayor is furious! I've lost count of the angry phone calls, emails, and people in this town, alumni, and parents. They want answers and so do I!"
She angrily points at Wednesday, hence the reason why she's here after the very brazen display that took place earlier this Outreach Day at the town square.
"I would lead the inquisition, but I left my thumbscrews and rack at home." Wednesday quips, showing absolutely no care or shame in what happened today. In fact, she's rather proud of it. She's gone too long without dealing swift and sadistic justice.
"Miss Addams.... you're already on thin ice." Weems warns her with a shaky voice, struggling to keep her professionalism together. "Wafer-thin ice."
"I swear on my late scorpion's soul, my hands are clean."
That was because Thing's hand was the one who dumped the gasoline into the fountain and Y/N's hand that set the fuse. She didn't touch a thing. But she certainly helped.
"I may not have hard evidence, but I see you." Weems promises the girl with a reading glare. "You're a trouble magnet."
"If trouble means standing up to lies, decades of discrimination, and centuries of treating Outcasts like second-class citizens or worse....." Wednesday retorts as she quite literally stands up as well.
"What are you talking about?"
"Jericho." Wednesday plainly points out. "Why does this town even have an Outreach Day? The actual story of Joseph Crackstone? Don't you know its real history with Outcasts? Y/N certainly does."
"Leave Y/N out of this." Weems orders with a protective leer. "He's but a shell of whoever he used to be. He doesn't even have anything to believe in."
"You know his secret?" Wednesday notices before she raises a brow. "How long as he actually been here at Nevermore?"
"That is none of my concern, nor is it yours." Weems shoots her down. "You want to ask him yourself? Be my guest. You'll probably be the only one that will get him to talk, since he's so entranced by that face of yours."
Wednesday doesn't like the way the principal phrases it. But as much as she hates it, she can't help but agree with her on that one.
"But he won't be of much help to you. He's a former shell of whoever he used to be. He's got absolutely nothing to believe in."
"Of course." Weems proudly states as there's a hint of a smile creeping up. "I know what you're thinking, that I am being explicit in this history's cover up, that we're doomed to repeat it. But that's where you and I differ. Where you see doom, I see opportunity. Maybe this is a chance to rewrite the wrongs, to start a new chapter in the Normie-Outcast relations."
"It's been four hundred years since Y/N cursed this town, and still nothing has changed. They still hate us like Crackstone did. Only they sugarcoat it with platitudes and smiles." Wednesday retorts however, wiping the smile off of her face. She folds her hands in a grave manner. "If you're unwilling to fight for the truth-"
"You don't think I want the truth? Of course I do." Weems passionately interupts her. "Of course I do. But the world isn't always black and white. There are shades of gray.
"Maybe for you." Wednesday comments. After all, her personal belives are literrally colorized in her clothing. "But it's either they write our story or we do. You can't have it both ways."
Weems glares at her for a solid ten seconds. "You're exhausting."
Eventually, Weems blinks and looks away with an exaggerated sigh. "Goodnight, Miss Addams."
With nothing but grace, Wednesday turns around to finally leave this boring conversation.
"But you should know......" Weems drops one more thing before she exits the room. "I don't tire easily."
Wednesday glances but doesn't respond. When she steps through the door, she passes by Y/N down the hall.
Despite what happened earlier, she only brushes by his shoulder and nothing more. Her heartbeat still reek of fear and caution, everything Y/N tries to fix. He lets out a disappointed sigh, but doesn't waste time by trying to say anything to her at this specific moment.
He steps inside Larissa's office. And already, she can see just how much Wednesday has taken her toll on the woman. Yet, she manages to keep a somewhat straight face.
Like Wednesday, Y/N looks mostly nonchalant. He stares at the principal and shrugs his shoulders, bored. "What exactly am I doing here?"
"Don't play ignorant." Weems calls him out, looking very unamused at the whole situation. "You didn't exactly try to hide the fact that you played along with Wednesday's little statement at the town square."
"Well, I mean, it was Vivaldi." Y/N mentions as he shuts the door behind him and ambles around the room, thinking that the performance they gave was pretty memorable. Even the one person that he personally dislikes enjoyed it. "Also, are you really shocked that Wednesday did that? I mean, you tried to make her play Fleetwood Mac. I'm surprised she didn't call in an atom bomb."
"Please, take this seriously for once." Weems pleads with him, giving him a very earnest look. "This school has been keeping your identity secret for four hundred years. But pulling stunts like that will draw some unwanted attention, especially now that you've circled back around to your original name."
Y/N does soften up as he walks behind one of the chairs and rests his hands on it. "It won't happen again."
"I have a hard time believing that." Weems tells him honestly. It's the real reason why he was called here. Not because she wanted to give him a simple lecture and expect him to listen. She's smarter than that. "Especially with Miss Addams enrolled into Nevermore."
"Oh, you have an obsession with her, too?" Y/N softly accuses with a knowing glint in his eye. "Let me guess. You see her as your daughter you never got to have? You noticed that Morticia has a strained relationship with her, so you thought, 'well, if she's going to steal my man, I might as well steal her little girl.' Eye for an eye, right?"
Weems hums with a blank expression. "You picked up that up from Doctor Kinbott, I presume?"
"Well, I had to learn something since all of these classes are now outdated for me."
Weems rolls her eyes but looks at him empathetically.
"I know that you've developed an obsession with her. It's not uncommon for Fangs like yourself." Weems notes as she stands up so she can look him straight in the eye. "But it's also one of the main reasons why vampires are feared. Once they develop an obsession with someone, destruction follows and other people get hurt."
Y/N clenches his jaw tightly, his tongue swirling against his teeth, feeling the sharp k9's scratch his muscle. Just like Addams, he hates it when other people are able to read into him, especially since his entire only goal in these walls is to remain anonymous. To fulfil his one purpose in case it ever comes back to life.
"It's not just vampires." He quietly mentions, giving the principal a knowing look. "You would know best, wouldn't you?"
However, Weems creepily smiles in response. "So would you, I'd reckon."
Y/N averts his eyes, which only lets the woman know that she's right on the money. It's almost unnerving just how well she can mentally get into people.
"You shouldn't have let her enroll here." Y/N states, as if semi-agreeing with her own concerns, even if he doesn't want to address them. "It's possible that nothing would've happened if she didn't. It's mid-term, a rare case that you accepted. Heck, she didn't want to be here until she said that Rowan attacked her."
"Oh, please don't tell me you believe that story."
"Actually, I do." Y/N passionately states. His behavior is now anything but sarcastic. "An Addams is in Nevermore, which means that there is now a chance that every single one of us will die. It may be slim, but a couple weeks ago, it was zero. And I promise you, if anything happens to her, it won't just be me that'll be sorry."
"I'm sorry, I'm pretty sure I'm having a hard time understanding your phrasing." Weems raises a hand before giving the vampire a squinted look. "But did you just threaten me?"
Y/N slowly shakes his head.
"I don't make threats, I make statements." He tells her. "But what I told you was simply a warning."
With that, he then turns around and exits the office, leaving Weems to process that as she wills.
After he does however, Weems takes out a folder featuring the graduates of thirty years ago. She rips of the page belonging to Morticia Addams and tosses it into the fire.
Though it does very little.
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Nevermore Academy: Ophelia Hall
The sun falls and the moon rises as Wednesday finally has her writing time back. After suffering through Outreach Day, it feels like it's been too long since she's been able to deflect her thoughts into her typing. And the dark forces know that she has a lot on her mind right now after discovering the harsh truth of Jericho's history and the cowardly role Y/N played in it.
"Too much?" Enid asks in regards to her potential outfit. Wednesday turns around to see her holding a very revealing tank top to her chest, sparking the most human face anyone will ever see from her before she hastily turns back to her typewriter.
"I feel like you just napalmed me, Enid."
"So glad I have my date with Ajax tonight. Get my mind off that trainwreck of an afternoon. I literally think I have PTSD. I didn't even get to do my dance routine." Enid rants like she survived the illegal bombings Vietnam.
"What a tragedy....." Wednesday uncaringly replies.
"What kind of twisted psycho would want to sabotage such a life-affirming event?"
Wednesday has to figuratively glue her mouth shut. Though it's a struggle to keep in the anger, knowing that almost all of her peers are as ignorant as the prejudiced people of Jericho.
"You're going to be late." Wednesday says. Not exactly true, but she gets the feeling that they should cut this conversation short before she says something she'll get just a little too much pleasure from.
Enid grabs her coat, her timbers shivering. "Wish me luck."
"If he breaks your heart, I'll nail-gun his." Wednesday promises, if that means anything to her. Enid winces, but somewhat appreciates the gesture as she finally exits the room.
Wednesday stops her writing and turns towards the source, coming from the balcony window. Thing steps out of his napping space. They see a human figure lurking behind the glass in the black shape of a silhouette. It's more male than female, so it isn't Enid returning because she forgot something, not like she would knock anyway.
While Thing is scared, Wednesday grabs the taser from her drawer and stands up to see who it is. She waits for a couple seconds, and then the figure knocks again. Then a third time, and a fourth. So, it isn't someone breaking in, but she's still suspicious.
With the taser behind her back, she opens the glass doorframe only to see nothing but air. Not even a mannequin or a puppet held by bats with strings.
Perplexed, she cautiously closes the door and turns back around.
Where Y/N is suddenly standing there.
Wednesday freezes and Thing jumps up, knocking a few things off of the desk as he hits the floor rather hard.
"Wow, you should've seen the look on your face." Y/N comments with a very amused hum. Seeing her stare at him like that made the whole thing worth it. "I mean, it wasn't much, but I saw of your eyes twitch, and your lips opened at least three inches wide. That's got to be a record."
After the joke dies down though, he pockets his hands and gives her a more serious look. "Are you really that scared of me?"
"I don't scare easily." Wednesday retorts with a defensive glare.
"Really? Because your heartbeat says otherwise." Y/N points out with a deadly whisper. And as he steps closer, he can the pace become faster and faster, despite the cold mask that Wednesday tries to wear.
He can hear it like a cell phone ringing, and it's almost addictive..... which he hates.
Thing finally stands himself back up and looks ready to pounce, but Wednesday holds out a hand, stopping him. She matches Y/N's eye contact intensely.
"I told you, Nevermore's my home." Y/N reminds her with a small shrug. "I don't need to be invited in anywhere."
"I mean, why are you here, exactly?"
"Oh...." Y/N utters, glancing down awkwardly. Seeing how close they are, he does take a step back, for the sake of her heartbeat hopefully slowing down and not pulling him in to do something he could regret. "I'm sorry, I can't visit my new best friend?"
"We're anything but friends."
"Right, yeah, I guess you made that distinctly clear lately." Y/N acknowledges with a tense nod as he can smell Wednesday's impulse to stake like a pulse vein. "But, I really don't want it to be indelible."
Wednesday squints at him, unconvinced. But she lets him say his peace.
"Look, I think we've been doing this back and forth long enough. And you have a right to see me as a monster. Most of the time, that's literally how I describe myself. But, I don't want you to see me that way." Y/N tells her earnestly. Which is strange, given how little he's been caring all these years. "I just came here to talk, that's all."
"No game of chess?" Wednesday asks. Almost dissapointed.
"No, sorry." Y/N sadly informs her as he leans against her bed frame. "But we could play twenty questions."
"Fair enough." Y/N accepts that answer, as if being able to relate. "Look, all I'm thinking is that, since you already know way too much about my past that I'm comfortable with, I should at least give you the full story. Then you decide whether or not you're going to stake me, call me a murderer, or whatever. I mean, that's all that you want, right? The truth?"
Wednesday glances down. The offer is tempting, but knowing that Y/N has been lying not just to her, but to his own friends as well, makes her reluctant. "How do I know you'll be honest with me?"
"Do you want me to pinky swear?" Y/N playfully asks as he holds up his finger, just for her.
"For me, pink swears usually involve me cutting off the finger with gardening shears." Wednesday mentions like it's a fun fact about her lifestyle.
However, that only prompts Y/N to raise his pinky finger up a little higher for her.
Wednesday rolls her eyes. But, she can appreciate a fellow lover of sadism.
"Wonderful." Y/N's smile grows as he steps towards the clockwork window. "You mind if we take this somewhere else? I really don't want to run the risk of a vampire accidently picking this up, or a vanisher possibly listening in from one of the corners of this room..... that happens a lot more often than you think."
Sadly, Wednesday believes him.
"Fine...." Wednesday hesitantly accepts, the hunger for truth being too strong for her to ignore. She then turns to her fellow companion. "Thing, stay here in case anyone else comes along. Do the typewriter trick like I taught you."
Thing frantically taps on the desk in protest, however.
"I'll be fine." Wednesday promises him. After today, she now keeps a holy wafer in at least one of her pockets, though she doesn't let Y/N know that just in case. "Besides, this is a private conversation."
The hand contemplates this for a moment before reluctantly bowing. However, he then aggressively points at Y/N before doing a ton of gestures involving guns, knives, hammers, and barbed wire.
"I understand only some sign language." Y/N admits while looking at Wednesday rather nervously. "But I'm scared to say that I understood every single bit of that."
Hearing this makes Wednesday smirk like an evil clown.
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Jericho: Harvest Festival
Y/N takes Wednesday to the place where she made her second and last official escape attempt. It's now empty, with no living soul in sight. The lights are all off, and none of the rides are moving or carrying kids screaming at the top of their lungs. It's now quiet...... very quiet. Addams is not sure whether she likes or is wary of the new atmosphere.
"Here we are...." Y/N notes as he stops in front of the Ferris wheel, the tallest ride in the entire park. He then turns to Wednesday and earnestly holds out his hand. "Get on my back."
Wednesday blinks. "What?"
"Seriously, get on my back." Y/N insists, assuring the girl that he heard that entire sentence correctly. "You know, like the term, piggy-back ride."
"I'd rather dive headfirst in a pool of acid."
"Come on, I thought we were gonna trust each other, just for one night." Y/N encourages anyway. Although he's trying to be sincere, she notices that small curl on his lip, as if part of him is, in fact, getting a kick out of this. "I promise, it'll be worth it."
Wednesday hates the idea. But, something inside her is telling her to give it a shot. Reluctantly, he walks behind the vampire and climbs on his back, wrapping her legs around his waise and her arms around his neck. Y/N walks to the Ferris wheel and latches his fingers onto it before turning to her with an unsettling smirk.
Wednesday tilts her head with a glare, promising harm. "Don't you dare...."
"You better hold on tight, spider monkey."
Wednesday visibly cringes, and it completely makes Y/N's night.
With only his fingers, he climbs the entire amusement ride without much difficulty. He goes all the way to the very top where he sits himself and Wednesday on the tallest seat that overlooks the massive trees of the woods below.
When the wind stops blowing against her face, and she's given permission to let go and relax again, Wednesday finds her ability to breathe again as she takes in the sight of the wilderness from a different angle than the balcony of her dorm room.
"Would you look at that...." Y/N mutters in slight awe, as they see the lights of Nevermore and Jericho from here. It's no wonder that couples go on this classic ride all the time when the Harvest Festival happens. "What do you think? You like the view?"
"In.... Indeed." Wednesday reluctantly admits as she looks around, feeling the cool air brush against her face. Things are suddenly a lot more visible from up here, in ways that weren't possible thanks to Nevermore's bright night lights. "The stars are very ugly tonight."
Y/N softly chuckles, glad that she can still be herself, even in his presence.
"I did this with Bianca once. I took her all the way to the top of Nevermore Academy. She said she was having issues with her family back home." Y/N mentions out loud. Maybe not the best name to bring up, but there's a bit of sad nostalgia to this. "After what happened with her, I thought I would never do something like this again."
"Did you genuinely love her?" Wednesday dares to ask him the question, despite the fact that she feels like she isn't going to like any kind of answer he gives.
"I don't know, I mean, I'm half a dozen centuries old, and I still don't know what love is." Y/N answers honestly with a bitter shake of his head. "I mean, I think I still care about her, you know? She could make me hate her so much that I want to killer her, and I'll care. It's like my one permanent curse." He swallows deeply. "A curse that's the reason I've trapped myself in this decaying castle, waiting to die."
He lets out a sigh that carries way too much, even for a vampire. After five minutes, he finally looks back up at her.
"Anyway, you want to see if we can find any cool shapes in the stars?"
"I want to know about Old Jericho." Wednesday bluntly answers, wanting him to stop hiding from the subject. After all, that's literally the reason he said he wanted to talk to her, and yet he's still being dodgy. "Spit it out, or I'm jumping off this Ferris wheel."
Y/N frowns, but deeply understands her impatience. He looks out into the dark view, as if trying to see Old Jericho all the way from where they are.
"Whenever I tell someone I don't know how old I am, or exaggerate how long an event happened, it's usually because I'm trying to avoid the truth of how I came here." Y/N begins as he shifts a bit, making the seat tilt back and forth. He shows no reaction, but Wednesday has to hold the handlebars tight, in case she actually does fall. "I was born in 1458. I was the spoiled child of Vlad Dracula. Though, of course, most people know him as Vlad The Impaler."
"The guy with the long cape and funny accent?" Y/N finishes her question for her. "Yeah, that's all a myth, or an exaggeration from the truth. My family hired Bram Stroker to keep the fear of his legacy alive. Though, most of what Jonathan, Lucy, Mina, and Dr.Steward wrote in their diaries is true. Except for the fact that they didn't actually kill him."
He clears his throat as he continues on, moving back to the topic at hand.
"People said that I was going to be royalty. And honestly, I did enjoy it at first. Impaling people through their rectums with wooden spikes, dipping our bread in our enemies blood, but then I saw this...... girl." Y/N pauses for a second, desperately holding in his emotions so he can tell it all clearly for her. "She wasn't supposed to be on that battlefield. She wasn't even five years old, and my dad just.............. anyway, that's when I decided to get out."
He claps his hands together and rests them against his mouth as he looks up at the stars.
"I went to stowaway on a boat, until I found myself in New Jericho. That's how I met Goody. She helped me, I helped her. Then we fell in love." He squeezes so tight that his knuckles turn white. "That's when Crackstone happened. He took the pilgrims, he took Goody, and told me to find this DaVinci staff or else he would burn them all. Not wanting anything to happen to her, I gave in and stole it for him."
Wednesday is able to connect what he's saying to the visions she received during Outreach Day.
"And he burned them all anyway."
Y/N slowly nods, rapidly blinking and wiping his eyes with one of his hands.
"Goody was never the same. Before then, she was so intelligent, serious, but had this wicked sense of humor. And this laugh..... I mean, when you heard it, it made you laugh as well. It was the cutest thing I've ever heard." Y/N shares with a hint of a smile. But, of course, it's ruined when he has to continue the story. "Then she became bitter, angry, vengeful. I knew what that was, and I tried to force her to leave Jericho so she wouldn't become like me. I thought I succeeded, until a few weeks later, while I was in some meeting with Crackstone, when two men bursts in, dragging her into the rooms by the arms. Just like before, they screamed.... witch... devil spawn.......freak....... they wanted to kill her"
"Seeing I was sure I would kill would definitely leave my blood boiling." Wednesday comments, which makes Y/N softly chuckle.
"Oh, yeah, he as pissed. He thought she was the one causing all the problems in his town, but most of that was me using my position to sabotage him without being suspected." Y/N confirms. "But he was starting to get suspicious. So, he looked me in the eye.... and he told me to kill her, in front of everyone."
Wednesday is afraid to ask this next question, but she does it anyway. "What did you do?"
Y/N pauses, clenching his jaw tightly.
"I drove my hand through her chest and ripped her heart out."
Wednesday feels her own just stopped beating. Him not talking for five minutes after confessing that doesn't make it any less uncomfortable to hear. It doesn't help that she knows that Goody was wearing her face.
"I didn't want to..... Lord knows I didn't want to, but........ she begged me to do it. She didn't want to live anymore, knowing that I let her family burn alive in a meeting house. And I was already dead to her by then. Revenge was the only thing she had left, and she was more than willing to die for it." Y/N continues with a shake of his head, his voice shaking with bitterness. "In her last moments, she took her own blood and left a bloody handprint behind."
He points at his chest, where his heart would be.
"After that, I...... don't know. I think I buried the old side of me for so long that it just all came out like a volcano erupting. I-I blacked out, I don't remember what happened except for the fact that one second, I was holding Goody, and the next, I was surrounding by spikes, dead bodies, blood, and....."
Y/N can't finish the sentence. He hands his face with his hands. His body shakes as a wet squeak erupts from his voicebox. When he drops them, Wednesday notices that his eyes are a little bit more red.
"All I had left was her book where she kept all her spells. I knew I had to at least finish what I started. So I took Joseph's body to Raven's Island, and with Goody's book, I cursed his soul, and sealed him into a coffin with a blood lock so that if anyone of his bloodline tried to get revenge, they would need an Addams' blood to unlock it." Y/N confesses. It's like lifting a weight off his shoulders, but it's also like he's ripping his own heart and smashing it on the ground. "And Goody did not take any chances. I mean, she even reworked the spell, so that if anyone really did try to bring him back, they would need body parts, the element of lightning, and do the ritual specifically on a blood moon."
"You've been here since Nevermore was first founded....." Wednesday utters out in realization, to which Y/N nods in confirmation.
"I change my name every three decades, and pay the school to keep it quiet so I don't have to worry about anyone finding out. And once ATMs became a thing, I was able to easily guess my father's bank information, and tap into his economy whenever I wanted. So, I'm not just a fugitive, I'm a rich-ass fugitive." Y/N confesses with a small laugh. "And every night, I go to Crackstone's Crypt, and make sure that the son of a bitch is still rotting where he belongs."
"I know a lot of people judge my family all the time." Wednesday brings up with a shocked stare. "But that has to be the unhealthiest lifestyle I've ever heard."
Y/N nods agreeingly. "It's Hell."
They sit there in silence for at least ten minutes. Wednesday doesn't know how to process this kind of information, because it involves too much around emotion. Some of it, she hasn't recognized before. Perhaps Xavier was right when he said it wasn't her strong suit.
Then comes the howling. It's not as strong as the werewolves, but the normal animals still give it their absolute best. Suddenly, Y/N cracks this big smile.
"Listen to them...... children of the night....... what music they make."
"I rarely hear something so beutiful." Wednesday finds herself shamelessly agreeing with the vampire, making him smile genuinely in response.
"Something on your mind?"
"I think Rowan was right." Wednesday states. The mere mention of his death causes Y/N to frown. "Something bad is going to happen, and I need to stop it."
"You never give up, do you?" Y/N asks with a knowing smirk, to which Wednesday shoots him a look.
"You'd be more likely to see me naked in the streets of Jericho, singing Fleetwood Mac."
Y/N wheezes before he can stop himself. One snort escapes his nose.
But Wednesday feels like stabbing herself in the chest, hearing him laugh at one of her remarks. She thought this would finally bring some closure on something that's been bothering her ever since she met the vampire. But instead, this only made her inner conflict worse.
Because deep down...... she thinks she may be on a Ferris wheel with the monster.
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Nevermore Academy: Caliban Hall
After that very long but ultimately satisfying conversation with Wednesday Addams, Y/N makes his way back to the dorm. He steps into the common room where he sees that a few of the guys are still lounging around for late night snacks while they're still there, or other specific reasons. He sees that Ajax is sitting near one of the tables, typing aggressively on his phone.
"I think that has to be the longest text I have ever seen you send someone." Y/N points out in a playful manner as he takes a seat across from him. "And it's so grammatically impressive, too. Are you a shapeshifter pretending to be him? I don't see why you would, given how little he does."
"Oh, shut up, man." Ajax waves him off, his eyes indelibly glued to his phone. "I'm searching for the best look for my date with Enid tonight. I gotta make sure I don't mess this up, or I might literally stone myself."
"Really, now?" Y/N hums, now very interested. He looks at the phone screen over the gorgon's shoulder, making sure to confirm for himself that he isn't lying. "Look at that, my little boy's all grown up."
He scratches the guy's beanie, prompting him to shoo his hand away and fix it. "Stop it...."
Xavier then abruptly marches his way into the room, wearing his casual attire like everyone else.
"Hey....." The psychic distractedly greets back as he speed-walks into the kitchen, looking like he's in a rush, or something concerning is haunting his mind right now. It's very common for someone like him, so the guys take that as a hint to leave him be. "Hey, did you guys see a four-meat box in the fridge? I swear I left it in here."
"Nah, man...." Ajax answers, and Y/N shakes his head as well. Xavier lets out an irritated sigh, but continues looking. Only problems is that there are way too many leftovers here that some students here seem to have forgotten.
"Look, it's not that big of a deal." Y/N assures the gorgon, especially concerning him of all people. "You just gotta be yourself. Yes, that advice is outdated. But, keep in mind that you are a ten level-headed stoner that has his mind fogged twenty-four/seven, and yet Enid still has the hots for you. So, you seem to be doing everything right all by yourself."
"It's not that simple, though. I mean, all we've really done is share glances and have thirty-second conversations at best." Ajax points out, the stress still getting to him. "This is the real thing. What happens when she finds out the real me?"
"You're thinking way too much into it."
"Am I? Or are you just underthinking it because you're 'mysterious vampire' vibes gets you the attention of all the girls, even the ones that are taken?"
"Why are you going after me all of a sudden? I'm simply trying to-"
"Damn it!" Xavier abruptly curses out loud after slamming the refrigerator door, causing everyone in the common room to jump. They're even more scared when he steps back into the room. "One of you guys ate my meat! Which one of you ate my meat?"
"Dude, nobody." Ajax claims with his hands raised like he's getting arrested. "Calm down...."
"That was literally the biggest meat I could pack. There's no way I'm calming down." Xavier retorts, very passionate about what belongs to him. He snaps his head towards his most likely suspect, the gorgon. "Do I have to start smelling your breath? Because I know what my meat smells like."
Y/N and Ajax share a terrified look.
"And I swear, if you ate my meat again because you were too high to care about what you were putting in your mouth, I'm gonna stick something into your ass!"
Then he storms out of the common room, now with an empty stomach.
Five minutes after they can hear a door slamming shut, Y/N slowly stands up from the chair he was in. "Okay, I'll be right back."
"Bro, where are you going?" Ajax asks him.
"If Xavier Thorpe is in a bad mood, it usually means he's insecure or that something really bad happened." Y/N points out with a knowing expression. And since the Poe Cup was still very recent for everyone, he's pretty certain it's the latter. "Coach Vlad will understand."
Before he leaves though, he snaps his fingers when he remembers something.
"Oh! And make sure to take a shower, alright? If you're going to be sitting with Enid behind the greenhouse for three hours, with other couples making out around you, you should at the very least make sure you smell good.
He clicks his tongue and shoots him a wink before he heads out.
He follows Xavier to his room. Though he doesn't have to knock since he sees the psychic already stepping out, now wearing a jacket.
"Nothing, don't worry about it." Xavier responds with a swift shake of his head. The overly dismissive way he talks to him only makes Y/N more worried. "Just tell Coach that I'll be back right before lights out."
"Hey...." Y/N grabs his shoulder, stopping him in his tracks. But the face he gives him is completely genuine. "Did I do something to upset you again?"
"No, that's not....." Xavier shakes his head with a heavy sigh. He turns to him and crosses his arms. "It was another vision. You know.... Raven stuff."
"Right, the paintings." Y/N acknowledges. It makes sense, it's just rare to see him react this strongly to one. He feels like most Ravens get used to the bad stuff they see. "Okay, cool, I was just making sure...."
"Hey, hold on." Xavier calls him back, though, much to his surprise. "I don't know her that much, but as her friend, I really have to know. Do you really care about Wednesday? Or is it some..... guilt thing you're going through?"
"I care." Y/N answers with a confident nod. "And it's not just Wednesday. You, Ajax, Kent, Divina, Yoko, and....... even Bianca. I know I don't say it a lot, but I care about all of you. Like a vampire with all his wives."
Xavier blinks rapidly. "That was a horrible analogy."
"Yeah, it was..... sorry."
Xavier rolls his eyes. That aside, his response was almost exactly what he was hoping to hear.
"Follow me." He encourages him as he begins walking out of the dorm.
"You should see something."
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Nevermore Academy: ?????????
Xavier brings Y/N out of the Nevermore building, through the woods until they come to a shed that's apparently been left on school grounds. The vampire has seen this before, of course, but he didn't think anybody was actually using this.
"Whoa...." Y/N utters in awe as Xavier opens the doors and turns on the light, revealing an entire museum of canvas art. "You had this here this entire time?"
"Yeah." Xavier nods, before bringing him over to his current piece. "Take a look at this...."
Y/N sees a painting of a horrible monster. Large, bulging eyes, sharp teeth, and the ugliest face he's ever seen.
"Every since Rowen, I've been getting these...... nightmares. These kinds of visions aren't anything new to me, of course. But recently, they've all been going under the same exact theme." Xavier confesses as he points to the monster. "Whatever the hell that thing is."
Y/N's blood runs cold when he looks at it. It's always been cold, being undead at all. But right now, he feels like he's frozen in an ice cube. "Is it the same monster that has Wednesday turning into Pippa Fitz?"
"I'm not sure........" Xavier comments uncomfortably as he makes random gestures with his hands. "But, after my latest vision, I'm starting to think that she's telling the truth-"
Suddenly, the monster comes from out of the painting and slices Xavier's throat before throwing him across the shed. The psychic's body flies and hits the wall with an echoing slam.
"XAVIER!" Y/N screams. But before he can do anything to help him, the monster swipes at him, forcing him back. It pushes the rest of itself out of the painting and sets its sights on him next.
With a sanguine roar, it charges towards him. But Y/N thinks fast and remembers how Wednesday took care of the one that was on his shoulder. He stands up and simply punches it right in the face. And just like that, it explodes into a pit of black smoke. Though, half of it gets on the vampire, almost blinding him.
He wipes it off his eyes, only to see that now his hands are a horribly black-stained mess.
Thank goodness that no one else is around to see this, or he'd be getting canceled. It wouldn't even matter what his skin color is.
Then he quickly remembers.
"Xavier?" Y/N calls out in extreme worriment. He turns to see the psychic writhing on the floor, prompting him to rush to his side. "Xavier! You okay?!"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine....." Xavier assures him as he pushes his hand away out of embarrassment than anything else. He's lucky it was one of his painting, or else that scratch would've sliced his jugular. "I'm so sorry, man, that's never happened before. I mean, with another person around-"
"Don't worry about it." Y/N immediately shakes his head. Though he does cover his mouth on account of the strong scent that his wounds bring. "Come on, we should get you some help-"
"No, no, no!" Xavier frantically declines, however. "Nobody can know about this, or I'll become a suspect. I'll take care of it myself, just..... tell the others I'll probably be back late tonight."
"Positive." Xavier insists with a nod, almost as stubborn as Wednesday. "Go, I'll be fine."
Y/N hesitates but gets the feeling that he can't change his mind. So, he just nods and heads off.
But he'll definitely have some questions for him tomorrow.
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Cobham Woods: Old Jericho
The old man from before has returned to the old meeting house, after Wednesday made herself scarce from the place. He doesn't care what anybody else says, this is the best shelter a man like him could ever ask for, and he's staying here. If that no-good sheriff comes around, he'll fight for his home.
The squatter immediately stands up when he hears a root in the wilderness.
"Who's there?!" He calls out, clutching his camera in one hand. But no one responds to him, and the darkness contrast with the fireplace makes it hard to see.
Then, the wall comes falling down, and the monster bursts into the house.
The squatter screams before being ripped apart by its sharp claws.
During which, the camera goes off, clicking and flashing rapidly.
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