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

Ch. 21 starting over ₊°♱

Blood drips from his lips.

Why does it always end like this? he wonders.

Feels like a monster. Maybe you and Vel are meant to be, maybe he's the one in the way of your happiness. Nights like these always lead him to this same thought.

He'll stay away from you, for good. Go to work, come back, eat, sleep, repeat. No you. No more trying.

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You endure another few weeks without talking. He hasn't seen your face since you told him to "shut the fuck up." You got what you wanted. He wonders if you're happier because of it.

Unbeknownst to him, you're not.

Maybe a bit more at peace with yourself, maybe more productive, but not happier, maybe healthier?

No, not even that.

You left your front door open a crack, blasting a song you once both bonded over, one you play when you miss him.

Miguel reads you well.

He stands in your doorway, his view a perfect shot of you lying on your couch, a glass of wine lazily held in your hand. He rolls his eyes, drags a hand down his face, ready to ignore you, call it a night.

You're singing along to the song, going between muttering and shouting the lyrics to the song, passionately too.

So clearly intoxicated and you've left your door open. Vulnerable. Idiotic. He can't leave you like that. He's still Miguel. So much for staying away from you, he thinks.

"Why are you blasting music?!" he shouts through the door crack.

"WHAT??!" you scream from your couch.

"WHY ARE YOU BLASTING MUSIC???"

"Leave me alone, I'm partying." You're so drunk. And you sound like it.

"Interpol, huh? Could you be more subtle?"

"Huh? I love Interpol, and I LOVE loud music! No one invited you!"

"What happened to communicating? To preventing either of us from 'feeling so far away,' huh? You told me to shut the fuck up, and you know what, for your happiness, I did. And for what? Now you're doing... this. You expect me to ignore the signals you're sending?!"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," you mutter.

You sing quietly, but he still hears every word, "I will surpriiiiiise you sometime, I'll come around when you're downnnnnnnn. dnd dnd dnd,"

"Is this what healing looks like? Is this the break you so badly wanted?"

You roll your eyes, stretching your buzzing body across the couch.

He walks over, hovering over you upside down, staring down at you. He's frustrated, eyebrows furrowed, ready to scold you, but you're you, and you still make him feel the way you always have. He softens up.

"Hermosa," he sighs, stroking your hair out of your face as you glare up at him.

"Don't," you warn, glaring. Then you see his soft eyes, worried.

"God— I hate you, I really, really hate you, but... I really, really want you," you reach out to his shirt collar, then pull him down into your kiss, just to find he's a great kisser even upside down.

He strokes your face, then you pull him around the corner of the couch, and to your side. He kneels down beside you. He strokes your hair.

"No, you're really, really drunk, and you really, really need to sleep,"