Vampire Next Door ⋆⟡⋆ Miguel O'Hara x reader

Ch. 16 somebody's watching me ✶*˚

NSFW 18+ BEWARE

Two weeks have passed, and what started strong, has simmered down and somehow turned into you keeping your distance from Miguel.

When you're finally back home from work, he's just gone out to work, so you haven't seen him too often.

You know it's too early for you to distance yourself like this, but it's too early to be so clingy.

He has work to do, world-saving work says Vel, "work that doesn't concern you!" and... you don't want to be so co-dependent; your trauma lingers.

You've been keeping busy. Very busy. Trying to keep your boyfriend, and Vel, and his dangerous world all off of your mind.

Miguel has noticed, leaving texts you answer too late and voicemails played even later. The night always ends with him knocking on your apartment door to check in on you, only for you to be passed out on the couch, after a long day at work, unable to hear his attempts.

Unbeknown to you, he panics and climbs from his window to your living room window. He watches you sleep, stressed but relieved at the sight of you. He watches you for a bit.

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You've felt eyes on you for a while now. When you go on your daily walks around the city, when you go to your internship, when you take your lunch, when you do a late-night grocery or take-out run, you feel it.

You look over your shoulder more often, look around city corners, and carry pepper spray when you're out late.

Tonight, you come back home to a note on your door:

"I'm out tonight until early morning.

Come to mine before work.

I'll make you breakfast.

-Mig"

You feel butterflies, hopeful again; you can figure this out together. He clearly wants to see you.

You do your normal nighttime routine, and after you finish a pile of paperwork, you lay in bed, reflecting and thinking about the past month. You realize he's been the one reaching out, and maybe you should try harder... maybe you can bring something for breakfast. You have to start somewhere.

But your fridge is empty, and you've been eating take-out for the past week, so you put on sweats and a hoodie and walk to the corner store.

It's late. Really late. So that pepper spray is clenched in your fist.

You make it down the block, buy what you need, and begin the trip back.

You feel eyes on you again.

Your stomach drops. It's dark, and quiet, and maybe you should've stayed home.

"God, please, not now," you whisper to yourself, starting to speed-walk.

You pause for a second, looking around you, trying to make out shapes from the garbage bags surrounding the dumpster.

You hear movement, from above. You look up, and squint at the figure standing atop the building in front of you. A glowing navy and crimson blurb looks back down at you.

Your stomach drops, much harder this time. You're living an actual nightmare.

"What the fuck is that?" you whisper, panicking before starting to speed-walk even faster, practically running with your tote bag full of a carton of eggs, a gallon of milk, the heaviest groceries you could've possibly bought really.