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Imagine moving to Midnight, Texas and being interrogated by the locals. All goes well until a group of supernatural Hunters target the small town.

Gen Fic X Reader

Midnight, Texas was unlike any town you've lived in, but after the last few months you've endured.. Midnight is a breath of fresh air. Given your budget the dusty little town was the only affordable place you could find, so you readily set down roots without any doubts. And after making sure your one bedroom place had electricity and water, you set up an air mattress and then set out to find some food.

Home Cookin' was the local to-go restaurant, so you made your way there. The patrons all enjoying their nightly dinner stare at you as you enter, but you pay them no mind as you take a seat in the back room and away from prying eyes. The waitress who takes your order is fairly nice and she brings out your burger rather quickly.

So far you've been left alone, but halfway through your meal three figures drop in front of you- two females and a male. The blonde woman is staring at you as if she's trying to figure you out, the dark skinned woman with beautiful bouncy curls is smiling tightly, and the guy is the only one who appears genuinely welcoming.

"Hi. Welcome to Midnight," he says. "I'm Bobo. The beautiful lady next to me is Fiji and the blondie at the far end is Olivia. We're the welcoming committee."

"Uhh.. okay?" You chew the bite of food in your mouth slowly, then swallowing. "I'm Y/N."

"What brings you to Midnight?" Olivia asks. And wow. Okay. Straight to the point it is. "Midnight isn't exactly a place people choose to live. They only come here when they're running from something. Or hiding."

"'Liv," Fiji hisses, elbowing her friend before pasting on a smile and redirecting it at you. "I'm really sorry about her. She's.. protective of our little town."

"I get it," you feebly grin. "And I appreciate the bluntness. I don't really care for toeing around."

Olivia faintly smirks at her friends. "See!"

"And well, I guess you can say I am running."

That brings Olivia's attention back on you, her smirk vanishing and eyes hardening. "From?"

"Life." You shrug. When the three locals just stare at you, you sigh and take a drink of your soda. "Look. I chose Midnight because it's a tiny town. I just lost my entire family. I was the only survivor and I- I just need a place where everyone knows everyone. I need to immerse myself in a town where everyone will be in my business and checking on me because I can't be alone. I can't! And I know that sounds weird and clingy, but-"

"No," Fiji smiles sadly, shaking her head. "That's sweet. And I'm really sorry about your loss."

You don't know you're crying until Bobo hands over a napkin and gestures to your eyes. You huff and quietly take the napkin, thanking him in the process as you wipe under your eyes. Five more people enter the back room then, all males and you tense. Especially when the bald, dark skinned man with eerie blue eyes stills and stares at you. The same happens with the man who seems to be the oldest of the group, though he shakes himself out of his stupor and smiles politely.

"Guys," Fiji says, "this is Y/N. She's new to Midnight, so lets all play nice."

"Hey, I'm Manfred." The cutest guy of the bunch introduces himself as he takes a seat two chairs down from you. He then gestures down the table. "The guy next to Olivia is Lem, the two handsome fellas hiding in the corner are Joe and Chuy, and the man at the head of the table is the good ol' Reverend. We just call him Rev though."

"Hello, everyone." You attempt to make eye contact, but fail in doing so. Clearing your throat, you take another drink of your soda before setting it back down. "It's nice to meet you all, but I think it's time for me to head home now."

"But you're not finished with your food." Fiji frowns.

"It's okay," you assure her. "I'm lucky I ate as much as I did in public. I tend to get nervous around large groups of people, especially new people."

"Oh. We're sorry, we can go if-"

"No! No," you chuckle nervously at Bobo. "It's fine. I really should get home and get my internet set up properly. I need to order some stuff or else I'm going to be on an air mattress for some time to come."

After properly saying goodbye to everyone and unconsciously giving Lem and the Reverend a wide berth, you head on home.

One of the reasons you also chose to stay in Midnight was because of the odd energy the town gave off. It felt familiar and like home, and you felt at peace even when you realized why Lem and the Reverend gave you the heebie jeebies. They're supernatural. Just like you.

The main group of locals who had introduced themselves seem to be some sort of patrol unit- they always making sure everyone and everything was fine. Joe and Chuy, husband and husband, even helped you set up your home when the delivery truck came with your belongings a week later. Something about Chuy made your skin crawl, but Joe's smiling presence seemed to calm your racing heart.

Olivia and Lem mostly kept to themselves, but every time you've left your home you always found one of them keeping an eye on you. The Reverend was polite when you crossed paths and when you attended his brief sermons on Sundays, Manfred was a little odd and you sometimes caught him staring off into space and smiling or chuckling at nothing but air. And out of everyone, Fiji and Bobo were the kindest and mostly laid back of the bunch.

You got to know the Midnight Eight, as you called them, and the more time that passed by the more at ease they became around you.

You're eating dinner in the mostly deserted restaurant when the doors bang open, Olivia and Manfred ushering in a mostly unconscious Rev. Fiji, Bobo, and Joe all dart to their feet and you shove your chair back in surprise as they lay the Reverend out atop the bar.

"What's going on?"

"Uh, Y/N, maybe we should get you home," Fiji is quick to say. "This is- you're not-"

"No! Nope," Manfred turns around, eyes frantic. "No one leaves. Lem and Chuy are on their way. The guys who did this to Rev are coming in hot."

Olivia huffs. "Why didn't Lem just, you know, take care of it?"

"Because they're human."

And there it is. You've been waiting for an opportunity like this to present itself so it could smooth the way for you informing them of your own secret, but the way the group keeps glancing at you has you holding your tongue.

Olivia groans. "What the hell kind of ammunition did they use?” She asks while checking over the Rev. “I've never seen anything like this."

Rev groans and Manfred grabs a towel from a lingering waitress to start dabbing up the Rev's sweat. "What does the wound look like?" You hesitantly ask. "Is there a.. smell?"

Surprised, Olivia glances at you before her eyes narrow suspiciously. "How did you know that?"

Gulping, you muster up enough courage to say, "Because the bullet that they shot Rev with is lethal to him. Just as it's lethal to me if it is what I think it is." Fiji gasps and everyone else shifts uncomfortably at your admission. "I wanted to tell you guys before, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. It never seemed to be the right time. But now- I will tell you everything after we save Rev. Before we do that, however, I need to know if there are black veins fanning out from the bullet wound."

Manfred glances down and moves aside Rev's shirt. "Uhh.. yeah. Yeah there is."

You close you eyes and sigh. "Wolfsbane. It's lethal to all weres- werewolves, werecoyotes, werejaguars. Basically any and all shifters."

"Say we believe you," Olivia says. "How do we cure Rev?"

"We need the same strain of wolfsbane they shot him with." You cross your arms over your chest, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. "From what I remember reading, you have to get one of the same bullets they shot him with. Break the bullet in half and gather the wolfsbane from inside. Light the small pile on fire and then immediately smear the wolfsbane into the wound. For some reason, it counteracts the poison already in the wound."

"From what you've read?" Olivia asks angrily. "You mean you don't know if this is actually going to work?"

"I'm new to this world, okay?! But I did a lot of research on the things that could kill me because dying sucks. I don't want to go through that again, so yeah. I read. And I read a lot on wolfsbane. Rev has a lot of the symptoms I read about so you better hurry. The smell is only going to get worse and he'll get delirious soon."

The doors bang open yet again, Chuy and Lem then hurrying inside.

"They're coming," Lem says. "They would not be reasoned with."

"Well that's a good thing," Joe says. "According to Y/N, we need a bullet of theirs to save Rev." Chuy immediately rushes to Joe's side, both the men wrapping their arms around each other to confirm each other's well being.

Lem stares at you and you smile weakly. "Though these guys are human, it's kill or be killed with them. They're supernatural Hunters who will kill you- kill us- for being different. If you can't kill them, let me know right now and I'll do it."

Lem's eyes glow a faint blue and yours glow green in response. You jerk at the sudden flare of your eyes, you clenching your eyes shut and shaking your head to dispel the urge to attack. "Can you be trusted?" Lem then asks.

Exhaling shakily, you nod. "Yes."

"Okay. Then we'll follow your lead. What do we need to do?"

"First of all, all humans need to lay low. If you don't have nifty healing abilities, get down. If you're a shifter, any type of were, be extremely cautious."

"What about vampires?" Olivia asks, glancing at Lem.

"As far as I could tell, wolfsbane has no effect on vampires. Only vervain."

"I know of that plant," Lem says. "I did not smell any of that on any of the men."

You sigh. "That's both good and bad. These hunters know enough to bring wolfsbane to the fight which means they've been watching. It also means they're amateurs because if they've been watching, they would have noticed Lem's vampire status. Being amateurs makes them a lot more dangerous. They're out for the kill. We cannot handle this situation with care."

"We get it," Olivia huffs. "Just tell them what to do."

"Okay. Did any of you see which hunter specifically shot Rev?" Lem nods. "Then grab him first. We'll need his weapon to toss to the others so they can use his bullets. They'll know what to do." The sound of racing vehicles pierces your ears and you glance around at everyone. "Showtime."

Immediately, Bobo pulls Fiji down behind an overturned table. Manfred and Olivia pull the Rev down behind the bar amidst his complaints and grunts of pain, and Joe and Chuy enter a brief heated conversation before Chuy ducks out of sight. You stand your ground, nodding at Lem and Joe.

Joe frowns. "Shouldn't you be laying low?"

Biting the corner of your lip, you weigh your options. You've been careful to not shift for as long as you've lived in Midnight, so it's impossible these hunters know what you are. You want to fight, but you don't exactly want to be shot.

"I'm the ace up your sleeve," you mumble. Hurrying towards Olivia and Manfred, you duck down with them. "They'll think I'm human. I can surprise them mid-fight." Rev shivers and you glance down at him, frowning. "Has anyone taken the bullet out?"

"We have to take it out?" Manfred blanches.

"There's nothing small enough around to dig it out," Olivia says.

"Alright. I'll do it." Taking a deep breath and momentarily blocking out the voices of hunters nearing the restaurant, you concentrate on elongating your nails and only your nails. Flicking your right hand out to the side, your nails transform into claws.

Manfred grins. "Cool."

"Mhm. Hold Rev. Don't let him thrash about." Once he's secured enough, you stick your forefinger into the bullet hole and feel around for the bullet. Rev grunts and snarls, but you keep going. Then finding it, you dig back in with your claws and pinch it between two claws to bring it out. Once the bullet is free, smoke puffs out from the wound and you wince. "Definitely wolfsbane. And fast acting."

The doors bang open and you shake your hand to rid it of your claws. Pushing your hands down on Rev's wound to stop some of the oozing black blood, you hold your breath and avert your gaze as the taunting begins.

"Well, well, well. Looks like we got ourselves a monster mash, boys." Several deep voices chuckle in response. "We got ourselves a Dracula and Heaven's very own outcast thinkin' they can take us on. I see your resident tiger is out for the count."

"We have no issues with you, gentlemen," Lem says as diplomatically as possible. "We are a quiet little town and would appreciate it if you left in peace."

"Ain't no peace until you abominations are dead," someone spits angrily. "You ain't normal. A tiger, a vampire, a medium, a rebel angel, a hellspawn, and a witch! We gonna have ourselves a good 'ol witch burning."

Lem hisses just as a bright light engulfs the place, and then he speeds to a darkened corner as his skin smokes."

"Shit," Olivia murmurs. "They got a UV light."

Fiji screams and Bobo shouts, and you glance over your shoulder to see someone dragging Fiji by the hair. Bobo gets punched out as he tries to aide Fiji, and then Joe throws himself at the nearest hunter. When three hunters attack him, Chuy jumps into the fray. You move to help, but a hand grasping you by the wrist stops you.

"Don't," Manfred mumbles. "Not yet."

You close your eyes amidst the chaos, but when Fiji screams again you have enough. Whirling around in a crouched position, your shift is rather fluid- your skin changing color to a gray with darkened spots here and there, eyes green, nails turned into claws, and a mouth full of sharpened teeth. Seeing Fiji on her knees and crying, you roar in a rage.

Everyone seems to freeze in surprise and fear, the hunters all glancing around for the source of the roar. You push up to your feet with a fluid grace you didn't know you possessed and stalk towards the nearest hunter. Grabbing the UV light from his hands, you throw it at the nearest wall with all your strength and mentally smirk when it shatters. Lem flees from his corner, breaking the wrist of a specific hunter before tossing his weapon at Olivia. After that, it seems everyone snaps out of their stupor and the fight is on yet again.

Your anger builds with every hit and gun shot, and you spend half the fight dodging bullets. You manage to get your claws into one's man throat, you then crowding Fiji into a corner to keep other hunters away from her. Then with Fiji not terrified for her life, she's able to concentrate just enough to magically stun the hunters so Joe and Lem can take care of them.

Though the fight is now over, you're finding it hard to shift back. Your adrenaline is still pumping and with the way Lem and Joe are now watching you, it's hard to be calm. "Y/N? Can you let me out of the corner, please? I need to check on Bobo."

A hand touches the center of your back and you flinch. Joe startles as if he was about to restrain you, but inhaling deeply and letting it out slowly, you step aside and let Fiji pass. Something roars and growls, and you glance around before your gaze settles on Olivia and Manfred working furiously on Rev. It appears they've smeared burning wolfsbane into his wound, so you know he's going to be okay.

Finding a chair, you sit heavily in it. You lean over so your elbows are resting on your knees and you hide your face in your hands. Working on your breathing, you concentrate in order to change back.

"Sourpatch?" Your head snaps up, eyes wide and mouth agape. Manfred stands a few feet in front of you and he keeps glancing to his left as if someone were standing there. "Y-You did good, sourpatch, but now it's time to turn back."

"You're the medium," you realize with complete awe and heart aching. The nickname Manfred suddenly used is something your dad used to call you and quickly connecting the dots, you glance at Manfred's side as your eyes water. "Dad?"

"He says to breathe. In and out." Manfred conveys for everyone who can't see ghosts. "The fight is over. You have nothing to fear from these people."

Your bottom lip trembles and your eyes close as the tears fall. "I miss you."

"He knows, sourpatch."

Huffing a laugh, you concentrate once more. With everyone seemingly holding their breath, it's easy to find your inner strength and shift back to your human visage. When your eyes open again, you stare down at your hands to make sure the change took. Then glancing up at everyone, you feebly grin. "Hi. So that was.. me."

Everyone has formed a half circle in front of you, only Rev and Bobo sitting in chairs as they get their bearings back.

Lem nods. "You have good control for someone so young."

"I had to learn. When I first changed, I didn't know what was happening and I accidentally killed a couple of truckers at a truck stop." The memories of that night comes rushing back and you sniffle. "I hated that feeling. I never wanted to go through that again."

"Yet you were willing to kill these hunters here tonight."

"That's different. The truckers were innocent. Their blood is on my hands. But these hunters, they came here with an agenda- to kill you. It had to be done."

"So how did all this come about?" Olivia asks, gesturing at you. "When were you turned?"

"Less than a year ago," you say. "My family and I were camping. One minute I'm asleep and the next I'm being woken by my mother screaming bloody murder, my father shouting, and my siblings crying. There were gun shots, roaring and snarling, and the squelch of flesh being ripped apart."

Rev blanches even more than he already was. "Dear God."

"My siblings and I ran for it. We were hunted down and gutted. Mostly." You shrug. "I took a hand full of claws to the belly. I guess the monster thought he did a pretty good job of slashing me open that I'd just die. Little did he know, his claws dug just deep enough to kill me and then change me. He made me, unknowingly, into the monster I am."

Lem steps forward, hands clasped behind his back. "Monsters do not fight for people they've only known for a few weeks. Monsters do not feel remorse," he says, bowing his head out of respect. "You, my dear girl, are no monster."

"But-"

"No buts."

Bobo groans and shifts forward, holding his head in the palm of his hands. Fiji fusses over him and hesitantly climbing to your feet, you make your way over. "May I?" Holding out your hand, Bobo looks at you in confusion. But he soon realizes you want his hand and the second his hand lays in yours, you grasp him gently and siphon away the pain.

"Whoa." Bobo's eyes widen as dark veins appear from the crook of his arm down to his wrist, the veins then mirroring onto your own arm. "What's that?"

"It's your pain." You grimace as the seconds tick by, you then releasing him. "There. That should do for now. You'll still need medicine or whatever magic Fiji can work for you."

"Thank you."

You nod in response and freeze when you notice everyone staring at you. But instead of their deadpan expressions, or even wary ones, they're all grinning and smiling.

"See? Definitely not a monster," Manfred muses. "You're just a giant softie."

"Watch it, ghost whisperer."

Olivia snorts and Manfred's grin only widens. "You'll fit in just fine, sourpatch. Don't even sweat it."

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