The Living Vampire (Morbius x reader)

You Left Your Jacket

Michael...

Doctor Michael Morbius.

You couldn't believe it. The real Micheal Morbius had just...killed two people right in front of you. You stayed against the brick wall. You didn't dare to talk or move. And he didn't seem to move either.

After what felt like hours, you moved from the brick wall. All you did- all you could do was stare at him, admiring his now human features. Although he was technically asleep, he couldn't look more tired. A part of you felt...bad for this man. You've heard his story plenty of times. He turned himself into a monster to stay alive. 

You were just about to leave the alleyway and run as fast as you could back to your friends' house. Before you did, you took off your jacket and placed it on top of Michael's chest. Hoping it would bring him some sense of comfort. It was not like you needed it anymore. The small stains of blood on it would seem suspicious to your best friend.  

You started to walk home quickly. The rain still pouring as you did, but you didn't care. After everything you just witnessed, the rain was the least of your concerns. 

Finally, you made it home. It was late, so you assumed your friend had already gone to bed. You opened the door, trying to be as quiet as possible. 

Showering was something you didn't even bother to do. You were way too tired and just wanted to get some sleep. If you even could, after all, you've been through a lot in one night. 

THE NEXT DAY

You woke up the next day with a terrible headache. This headache could only be due to the events that occurred last night. 

Before you could do anything, your friend walked out of their room. Happy and cheery. As always. How you admired her positivity. 

"Good morning, Y\N!" She beamed. 

It was too early in the morning for this. 

You groaned as you smashed your head into one of the pillows on the couch. You usually admired your friends' happiness, but right now you couldn't even stand it. "Sierra, shh." You mumbled, hoping Sierra could hear you. 

"Oh! You're still sleeping. I'm sorry." She replied, giving you a cheeky smile. 

A few minutes of silence went by and you finally decided to get up. "I'm gonna go take a shower, Sierra." You said, grabbing some clothes from your bag. "Alright! Don't take all the hot water." 

You laughed at her remark while walking to the bathroom. Of course, you wouldn't take all of the hot water. 

While in the shower, your thoughts went back to Michael and all that happened last night. 

Was he okay? 

Did he get caught?

A part of you hoped he didn't. That he was alright and was getting over the guilt of murdering two men in one night. But another part of you was terrified of him. He could've killed you yesterday, but he didn't. 

You soon got out of the shower. Only a towel covering your nude figure. Thanks to your luck, that's when someone knocked on the front door. You rolled your eyes, thinking it was Sierra. She usually locked herself out of her own house. It's already happened a couple of times. 

You walked to the front door, grasping your towel so it wouldn't fall. 

"You have to stop locking yourself out of your own-"

Except it wasn't Sierra. 

"You left your jacket."

"..."

It was Michael.