Warnings: violence, blood, swearing, reference to character death, blood drinking, bit of implied nsfw towards the end, possibly ooc ngl, spoiler warning for The Stakeout
Synopsis: The reader is a rookie stationed with Varney and Tommo. Bit of a rewrite of the episode ending, just sort of shoehorned another character in😭
A/N: this stemmed from a daydream I had at work, so I'm sorry if it sucks😭
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‘Oh fuck!’ I curse under my breath as I slip on the wet tarmac, the coffees precariously balanced in my hands jolting dangerously until I right myself again. Steaming liquid wells up out of the holes cut into the plastic lids, pooling mockingly in the small indents of the flimsy material.
Huffing in frustration, I carry on slowly back to the patrol car, taking more measured steps. It's no easy feat in the dark, wet night, but I do my best. It’s a good thing we've been staking this graveyard out so often - I know it almost by heart now. Even so, I can't help but think it would be nice if the council could install some kind of light somewhere, so it's not so gloomy and eerie this time of night. The inky blackness around sends shivers down my spine with every rustle of branches and every cry of the nearby foxes. Why we continue to come back to this godforsaken cemetery has baffled me for days…until I finally put two and two together.
Almost out of habit now, I glance in the vague direction of Dobson’s grave, seeing nothing but darkness but knowing it's there nevertheless. I haven't visited it properly, but Tommo's conveniently timed toilet breaks have led me to it a couple of times, especially when he's taken a little longer than strictly necessary. Naturally, his partner, Varney, always sends me, the rookie, out to look for him when he disappears, always too preoccupied with something else to do it himself, or telling me it's all part of the experience. Last time, I'm pretty certain he did it so he could throw away Tommo's curry without anyone being there to stop him.
When the superintendent had told me I was being put on active duty, I had expected to be out shadowing qualified officers in the town centre, dealing with minor disturbances and the like. I'm not sure if I was disappointed or relieved to find out I was going to be sitting in on a stakeout with two other officers but the pressure set in when I realised who I'd be on the job with. Tommo's reputation has always preceded him - now more so than ever, unfortunately - and Varney's interesting ‘quirks’ have made him almost infamous amongst the other cops at the station, so to be working with them? Two well known names in the town's police force? I'd bitten my nails to the quick in minutes after finding out.
Now, some days later, I'm delivering coffees for the three of us, more or less a glorified errand-runner. They want food? I make the trip to the shop down the road. Something needs throwing away (minus Tommo's curry)? I take it the bins at the gates of the cemetery. It gets me up and moving, but I can't say I ever thought my career would be turning out like this.
After what feels like an age, I turn a corner and see the car a little way away, just in time to see Varney climbing back in. I frown, clocking that he'd gotten in the back seat, behind Tommo. Confused, I move closer only to stop in bewilderment as the car begins to rock a little, as if the two inside are moving around…vigorously.
Surely, they're not…
I approach the car hesitantly. Tilting my head down, I bend at the waist to peer into the interior of the car, cursing as I realise the windows are covered in rain, making it impossible to see inside. Haphazardly, I balance the coffees in one hand, thanking whatever God there is for the cup holder the batista had given me, opening the door on the passenger side. I crane my head down to see inside, about to call something stupid out to the two police officers inside.
My eyes go wide. The coffees fall from my hands.
Frozen in place, all I can do is stare as Varney turns to me, eyes black in the darkness, chin slick with blood. In his grasp, Tommo slumps against the window, head rolled back, neck torn and bleeding. Groggily, he looks at me, expression riddled with fear.
‘(Y/n)...run…’ He rasps out, coughing up a mouthful of blood.
My own blood seems to turn to ice in my veins, washing through me like a glacier at full tilt. My heart finally catches up to me, pounding almost audibly in my chest. Before I can react, however, I'm yanked back into someone's chest.
I cry out as I'm pulled from the car, someone's arms wrapping tightly around me. Instinct kicks in and I drive my elbow back, catching my assailant in their midriff with a sharp blow. They grunt, their grip loosening just enough for me to get out.
Whirling around, I gasp at the sight before me.
‘What the fuck is going on?!’ I exclaim, backing away from the deathly figure of Dobson.
None of his previous vitality is there, the look in his eyes hungry and unfamiliar. It sends a shock wave of terror through me; it's unnatural, the way his expression is purely unrecognisable. He looks animalistic, inhuman.
I back away as he begins stalking towards me, lips pulling back in a feral snarl to reveal sharpened teeth. A million questions run through my head, but they're all ignored as I realise I may very well meet my end at the hands of this caricature of Tommo's ex-partner.
A figure appears in front of me, cutting me off from Dobson's advance. It takes me a second to realise it's Varney, his voice low and smooth as he speaks.
‘No, take Tommo, as I told you to,’ He commands, gesturing back to the patrol car.
Dobson gives Varney a look of confusion, going to speak before he's cut off.
‘Do as I say!’ Varney turns to me, smirking just enough to show a fang, his gaze predatory, ‘Leave this one to me.’
Something inside me snaps and I finally run, tearing off into the darkness. Behind me, I can almost hear him laugh but I ignore it, just as I ignore the sting of tears mingling with rain on my face. I can feel my hands shaking, my eyes still wide with horror - I have to get out of here, get to safety.
But where is that?
The ground is slick beneath my feet, uneven and soft so I must be on the grass now, somehow dodging grave stones as I go. My boots slip and I catch myself on a nearby tombstone. I barely feel the sting of the graze left behind by the rough surface, nor the warm dampness spreading across my palm. I can tend to it later, now I need to focus.
Every breath tears out of me in ragged pulls, dragging from my throat like a serrated knife. Fatigue from days of missed sleep spreads through my body, my legs burning as I push on. A metallic taste wells up in my mouth, bile starting to push at the back of my tongue with every forced breath. I swallow it down and keep going, resisting the urge to look behind me.
Just as I finally give in, my head swivelling to check the darkness in my wake, my knee collides with a low stone wall. Pain explodes in my leg and I'm thrown forwards, my hands just coming out to catch me before I hit my head. I thud to the ground, my ribs smarting as I fall onto some hidden rock in the grass, my teeth driving into my lip from the impact. Almost instantly, I can taste the copper of my own blood on my tongue.
‘You made that too easy, (Y/n).’ My heart falls out of my arse at the sound of Varney's voice.
Twisting, I bite my lip at the sight of him standing over me, silhouetted against a pale moon rising behind him. Carefully, I move to stand up, backing away from the imposing constable. He follows, his face hidden in the darkness; his strides are slow and measured, almost leisurely. He knows I won't - I can't - run now.
Soon enough, I'm backed up against the rough hewn surface of a tomb. Varney continues until he's mere inches from me, his frame blocking me in.
‘W-what do you want?’ I whisper, throat raw, ‘What did you do?’
He chuckles, low and deep, taking another step. I can see his face now - he's wiped the blood away, but his expression is just as sinister as it was when he'd been covered in the crimson fluid.
‘I was just tying a few loose ends,’ He tells me, ‘Showing Dobson the ropes. Who better to demonstrate on than his own partner?’
A wave of nausea washes over me as he leans closer. Suddenly I'm aware of how cold he is, the icy chill of his skin palpable.
‘What do you mean? What are you?’
‘Oh come on, (Y/n). I thought you were smart enough to figure that out.’
I don't dare say it outloud, but I know Varney can see the realisation on my face. He reaches up slowly, ignoring my flinch in favour of brushing a piece of my hair behind my ear. I try not to think about the way my heart leaps as he touches me, my body as betraying as ever even in this situation. His other hand reaches down, taking my injured palm in his. I wince at how cold he is, watching with bated breath as he lifts my hand to inspect it.
A cry escapes me as he presses a thumb against the graze cut into my skin. Varney just gives me a look, shushing me as he lifts his thumb to his mouth, licking it clean. A sound of satisfaction resonates from deep in his chest. His eyes meet mine and I cower under the new look burning brightly in them: hunger. Intense, carnal hunger.
Reaching up, he swipes his thumb over my bitten lip, keeping eye contact with me as he sucks the blood off. In any other time, I'd have found the gesture intimate, attractive, even, but at this moment, the horrifyingly venereal look on his face sends ice directly to my core. It only worsens as he places a hand on the stone tomb behind me, pinning me to it. His other hand goes to my hair, pulling my head back.
‘You know, I didn't really get my fill from Tommo. Had to leave enough for Dobson, after all,’ He hums, grinning as he pushes close enough for his body to meld to mine, ‘I like you, though. Maybe I'll keep you alive.’
His breath fans out over my neck. A whimper escapes me and I squeeze my eyes shut, my hands coming up to uselessly push against his chest. Almost too gently, his lips brush against my skin, a little pressure added as he presses a kiss to my pulse point. Sparks fly through me at the oddly intimate gesture, my breath hitching as he licks the spot a couple of times, as if preparing me.
‘Relax, (Y/n), it's not so bad if you can find it in yourself to enjoy it…’ Varney purrs in my ear, one of his legs pressing between mine.
As his teeth finally sink into my neck, I can't tell if it's a sound of pain or pleasure that escapes me
