Angel - (Michael Langdon X Reader)

Chapter 5 - Doe

I'll admit it. Michael scares me. Its as simple as that. He radiates familiarity, but not in a calming way. Its like I knew him, but can't remember. I can't place him. He makes me panic. It doesn't help that I think he has, as crazy as it sounds, powers. It's like he can make me faint on command, and its a terrifying thought.

In other news Ms. Venable announced that it was Halloween tomorrow. I'm on the floor, making my mask now. I found enough items around to construct an elegant looking doe. Gallant agreed to do my hair in a sophisticated updo. It's odd to be this genuinely excited about something.

"A doe," a voice chimes from my doorframe. "How fitting."

"Hello, Mr. Langdon," I greet, not even bothering to look at him. My heart rate soared at his voice, but I'm far too focused to have a discussion with him at this moment. "Did you need me for something?"

"Well," he begins while shutting the door, "I needed to ask a favor."

"Of course, Sir. I mean, Michael" I nod.

"Your friends will bob for apples tomorrow," he sits down at my desk carelessly, "don't eat one. Come find me, okay Sweetheart?" I felt disappointment. I wanted to be with my friends while everyone is finally happy. I know my face expressed that. "It's okay, Angel, I saved the best one for you," he grins, displaying the fruit to me. When my face didn't get any happier, he seemed confused. He knelt in front of me. "Whats wrong?"

I tensed as he began to twirl my hair around his finger. "I just, I just wanted to see all of my friends here finally happy."

He brought his lips to my ear and said, "Naturally, Love, but I have my reasoning. You must trust me." I didn't reply, just nodded. I felt his smile brush my skin and he planted a kiss on cheek. "I'll see you tomorrow then, Dear."

MICHAEL

I'm glad (Y/N) will come find me. It's one less obstacle during this Halloween party. It would have been a pain to go find her before the apple bobbing and get prepared for Ms. Mead and Venable, and as much as I love people in fear, I just couldn't stand the thought (Y/N) watching the only people she has left die. The thought of her (E/C) eyes in tears and overwhelming sadness in her is awful.

The whole interaction was amusing to me. She went from bored to scared in a matter of seconds, all because of a simple touch. As much as I love to mess with the people here, her reaction frustrated me a bit. Clearly I don't expect her to fall in love with me, at least not right away, but I can't help but feel slightly hurt when she recoils. My father said she was the one, and I can't let her go.

He said that she was the one to either build me up or destroy me. She could either grow my powers or dampen them. He told me that I have to keep her close so she doesn't betray me, though I was already planning on it. If the witches get her, it will be all over for me.

Theres two ways I could keep her under control. One better one worse. If I could win affection back from her, she would stay by my side, or I hope she would. If not, I'd have to keep her by force. I really don't want to do that.

I admit, I adore her. I just now realized I always had, even then.