Michael Jackson Imagines

The Bad Boy (Part 5)

Everything was perfect in this moment and I wouldn't want it any other way.

Until the door was broken down to reveal the darkness of the night. A shadowy figure stood in the doorway.

It was the same height as Michael, maybe a little taller. It stared at you with blood thristy eyes with fangs bared. It stare froze you into place with Michael guarding you with his body.

He looked pissed. Anger taking over him as the shadow moved closer. Michael hissed at the shadow and it hissed back.

"Michael Michael Michael.... Isn't it a pleasant surprise to find you a mate again," the shadow spoke lowly in a deep voice. It was scaring you, but not as much as Michaels.

"What so happens to be the reason you're bugging me again huh Dorian? That's all you ever do with your immortal life," Michael said with a hard tone. His hands were baller into fists. Cold hard and masculine fists.

"I so happened to be flying by this territory and thought I would pay a little visit," Dorian spoke with calmness.

One thing crossed your mind: how the hell can Michael be pissed off while this Dorian guy is calm? Hot and cold mixed together makes a storm. And this storm would not be a recoverable one.

"Why do you care? You only cared to when I had to turn you in order to save your dying ass," Michael was harsh with this man. Why?

"Now now Michael. Let's not be rude in front of a lady. A beautiful lady at that," Dorian said and walked closer to you, making Michael hiss once again.

"What is your name?" The shadow asked you. You couldn't speak. The reality of two vampires in the exact same room. With only one human.

"Why do you need to know that?" You spoke after snapping out of your trance. Dorian took a step back.

"The feisty kind. I like it." Dorian chuckled lowly and traced a finger down, caressing your face. You shivered and removed his icy finger from your warm skin.

"Don't be afraid of me. I'm only flirting," he whispered, which sadly, Michael heard it.

"Don't touch my girl or you will pay." Michael growled and his eyes turned from brown to silver. The color of a certain death glare. This was not going to end well.

"Oh and what you going to do about it?" Dorian was challenging him. Soon the two of them were face to face. Why did Michael hate him?

"The same thing I did to your brother." Michael ballee his fists up even tighter, white knuckles showing and all. An angry spirit waiting to burst and wreck havoc.

"That was exactly what your father said before he--" Dorian began and Michael pushed him into a wall.

"Don't bring that backstabbing bastard in this to defend yourself." Michael was enraged. His eyes dilated into bright icy blue.

"What if I told you that he wanted it that way?" Dorian said and Michael loosened his grip on his neck a little.

"What do you mean?" You spoke causing them both to look at you. "Michael's father betrayed his family for his own greed. For power."

"Michael. He wanted this curse on you...."

"No he wouldn't...." Michael seemed a bit teary eyed but he blinked the tears back and showed no emotion.

"I was working for the king that your father worked for. He said something about a plan to physically change his children to protect their town. Only you and your sister are left. What was her name?...."

"Janet you asshole." Michael growled and he seemed to become angrier and angrier by the second.

"Put the missing pieces of the puzzle back together Michael. Everthing you think you know may be an illusion. You'll find the truth." With that said, Dorian ran out the door and into the night.