The Living Vampire (Morbius x reader)

Please Don't Be Afraid

Michael Morbius was standing only a few feet away from you. 

And you were in a fucking towel. 

He looked at you awkwardly. Your jacket bunched up in both of his hands. Neither of you said anything for what felt like hours.

But you decided to break the silence. 

"I left it there for a reason." You said sternly, yanking on the towel. It was the only thing covering your naked body. "Did you not see the blood on it? From your...victims."  

A small frown appeared on his face. What you said had hurt him and you knew it. That wasn't your intention, but you didn't know what else to call them.  

You decided to just grab the jacket from him. With the bloodstains still on it. Well, you thought.

"I washed it for you. To get the bloodstains off." Michael said, stuffing his hands in his pockets. His expression didn't really change. He looked almost...emotionless. 

Then, you both went silent. Millions of questions run through your mind. 

How did he know where to find me?

Why did he even bother giving me back my jacket?

These questions you wanted to say out loud, but it was almost like your mouth couldn't form the words. 

"I'm sorry you had to witness...what happened last night," Michael muttered. You could barely hear what he was saying. 

You didn't say anything to him. You just stood at the front door awkwardly. 

It's not like you didn't want to speak to him about what happened last night. You were still standing in a towel and wanted to get some clothes on your body. 

Michael looked you up and down a few times, realizing you weren't even fully dressed. "Fuck..I'm so sorry." The male said, almost yelling. He quickly turned around. "We can talk once you're...decent." 

"Yeah.." 

You shut the door right after your reply and ran back to the bathroom to put on your clothes. 

His voice, his expression, everything. You found it somewhat...

Attractive? 

Of course, you wouldn't say that. He is a killer after all. That made you feel even more guilty. It would be wrong to develop an attraction for someone...like him. 

Once you had something on besides a towel, you made your way back to the front door to talk to Michael. 

You opened it slowly. And once he heard the door creak, he turned around, looking you up and down. "That's better..." 

You rolled your eyes at his response, crossing your arms. "You wanted to speak, Doctor?" 

"Michael is fine.." He replied, clearing his throat before speaking once more. 

"I'm sorry you had to see me like that. I can't control the bloodlust, but I'm trying. Just, please...don't be afraid." 

With the look he had on his face, you couldn't help but feel sympathy for him. 

"I'm not scared of you, Michael. I'm scared of...the other you."  You said, giving him a small smile. 

He nodded, hoping he accepted your answer. Either way, it was the only answer he would be getting. 

You both stood a couple of feet apart in silence, but you decided to be the one to break it. 

"Look, Michael, you can't stay here. This isn't exactly my house-" 

With all that was going on, you mostly forgot about Sierra. She could be coming home any second now...

He nodded again. You wondered why he wasn't speaking.

But then it hit you.

You looked up at him and saw the problem. 

His face began to grow darker and darker by the second.

His eyes went from bright blue to dark red. 

"Michael..?"

And as fast as you said his name...

He was gone.