The Overprotective Love - Damon X Reader

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 2 - ʟᴏᴄᴋᴡᴏᴏᴅ

Guitars and drums were playing in the background of 505 by Arctic Monkeys, this isn't in the song I swear? I took out my headphones and the music got instantly louder as I heard men singing whilst passionately drumming. I glanced to the window and there were groups of people laughing, having fun, eating and enjoying it. It seemed the busiest at a restaurant called 'The Mystic Grill', any better name? I noticed a clock tower that was extremely boring, bland colour and overall boring. By then we passed the town square. I fiddled with my earphone wires and raised my head where I saw this tall figure; they were stood by a tree but I saw no features just around a mansion. My dad hadn't realised a squirrel on the road and braked hard. I looked to the windscreen and looked back and the figure was stood in the door way. H-how? I never am scared of unexplainable stuff but this had me gobsmacked. I wann-

"We're here!"

I looked around me as I unbuckled my seatbelt and looked to the left, I saw a decent sized house. I wasn't so bothering about where I lived, as long as the house was nice from the inside and out. Grabbing my phone and small suitcase, I hopped out of the car and followed my parents into the house. They sat on the sofa to where I ran up the stairs and leaped onto the mattress. "Home sweet home" I muttered into the cold sheets that hadn't been washed in weeks. I checked the time, 3pm. I just wanted to go sleep but there was so much time to spend. The mansion. I want to go there. I convinced my dad to let me go wander around the neighbourhood since I'm not 10 years old anymore.

First, I had to look normal, somehow. I brushed through my brows with my brow gel and applied some light coverage concealer under my eyes and on my spot that I had been picking on; not cute. Okay, I look okay now. I just hope to find out who that is...

As I closed the door, I chucked my hood on and my earphones in so nobody talks to me. It was a pretty area, the trees were nice and everything but not many people wandering. Off topic. There it was, I picked up my pace a little as I approached the tree where they were. No footprints or anything. Strange? I carefully made sure no one was watching me as I walked towards the house. It was so beautiful; white, detailed, cared for. But who was caring for it because it seems so abandoned. I walked to the stairs that can be covered in dirt and leaves, walked up them and noticed the door. Old-fashioned door I must say but the golden door knob was so clean, never touched. Lifting my arm, I rearranged my hand to a fist in-order to knock but I pushed the door open. Am I allowed in here is the question. I felt as if I was being watched, an unsettling feeling. I felt it on my right side, I didn't want to look incase of um, a killer? Jokes aside, I glanced and there was no one there, but I knew there was, I felt it...

The red runway rug had dust and mud over it, wallpaper shredding and no lights. My mind was ever so confused of what to do in this situation. Looking ahead into the kitchen doorway was a figure reflecting me and a figure behind me. Tall, all black clothing, and nothing else. It was gone as I blinked. I freaked out as nothing was next to me. I ran home. The time was 7pm and how did it become so late? Running up the stairs and face planting my mattress once again. My heart was racing to surely the max, my brain was confused and I? I was nervous, again.