⍟ Marvel one-shots volume II ☠

🧛 What happened? 🧛

Pαιrιɴɢ: Michael Morbius & Reader
Word coυɴт: 576 words.
Sυммαry: You discover you've been dead for a month only because you're confined to your best friend's house. Did he kill you?
Wαrɴιɴɢѕ: Reader is dead, vampirism, mention of blood.
A/N: This is my entry to the Summary Challenge #11.

So, I posted this first on my Tumblr.

My native language is Spanish so I wanna improve my writing skills in English if you notice any mistakes, please let me know and I will correct them.

I don't give any kind of permission for my fics to be posted on other platforms or languages (I translate my work myself) or the use of my graphics (my dividers are included in this), I did them exclusively for my fics, please respect my work and don't steal it.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Marvel's characters (unfortunately), except for the original characters and the story.

You woke up in a daze; how had you gotten to the couch? You remembered having been sleeping in bed when someone knocked on the door... Who had it been?

From there, you couldn't remember anything; everything was a blur, but you didn't know what you were supposed to do—what did you do every day?

What was your routine? You couldn't remember any of it; did you have an accident? Did you hit your head?

Maybe you should go to a doctor; when you touched the doorknob, it was as if you got a shock. A few seconds later, the door opened, and Michael came in. You noticed that he looked pale, more than usual.

"Hello," you greeted him, he smiled at you, "I... I didn't remember you were coming."

"I sent you a text message; maybe you didn't see it because you didn't answer me."

"You know I had the strangest dream," you commented.

"Which one?" Michael asked, trying to hide his obvious nervousness.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just a little tired, you know, as usual."

"Have you taken all your medicines?"

"Of course, but tell me, what happened to you?"

"I don't remember how I got to the couch."

"Maybe you sleepwalked."

Strange things kept happening during the following weeks, strange situations; it was as if you couldn't leave his apartment, and you also noticed some changes in Michael.

Even if you asked him what was wrong, he avoided the subject; sometimes you could even notice guilt in his eyes. You also needed to find out what was wrong with your best friend; you knew him very well since you were a teenager.

On one of the occasions, you saw the calendar, it had been a month since the first time something strange had happened, but this time something different happened. You were going into his bedroom when you thought you saw a trace of blood; however, when you got closer, there was nothing.

Then you saw the clock; in a couple of minutes, Michael would arrive. It also seemed strange that you didn't remember where your own house was; you were sure you didn't live with him; and there were really many changes in him, so it was time to confront him.

You waited for the right moment after he arrived, and this time there was no escape.

"Michael, I need to know the truth; I will not stop until you tell me what is going on," you said.

However, he had a reaction you didn't expect; he started to cry and ask for your forgiveness. You looked at him without understanding why he was like that.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I didn't mean to. I'm not really sure what happened."

"What are you talking about? I'm not understanding anything," you put your hand on his shoulder.

"I've been lying to you, I tried my experiment on myself and... one of those nights when I had one of the changes, I had no artificial blood and... I was going out to hunt and you arrived, I tried to hide so you wouldn't be in danger... but I couldn't control myself... I'm sorry..."

He had killed you unintentionally; he still didn't control his vampiric part, and you had become one of the victims. Now you were trapped in his apartment, and he had a guilt that could not be removed since there was no way to remedy what had happened.