Vampire V2 (Ghost X Reader)

Vampire v2 (Ghost x reader)

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I wasn't fully satisfied by Vampire v1, so here is v2? Better? Worse? We shall see :)

Summary: You were done having the life sucked out of you by the one person you care the most about

Warnings: Hurt/no comfort, language, argument

Inspired by 'Vampire' - Olivia Rodrigo

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He was pushing you away, you could feel it as each day went on, you felt the distance he began to put between the two of you, draining you of your energy each second that he refused to meet your eyes, each time he pulled away from your touch, and avoided you in the halls and on missions. You got a few passing phrases if you really tried, but your efforts began to diminish as he sucked the fight out of you. 

You woke up that day in a strangely good mood, deciding, for your own wellbeing, you’d go at today with optimism, sick of the lingering sadness that burned behind your eyes at all hours of the day. You bounded down the hallway to the showers with a new pep in your step, a smile on your face as you pass people walking in the other direction, but you felt the effects of the fabrication of your mood quickly as you see him suddenly, not expecting to have to come face to face with him quite yet. 

Deciding to try and keep the act up, you give him a light smile as you pass, hoping that he’ll maybe acknowledge you, that he makes the eye contact you had been longing for, but all your hope suddenly drained as he pretended not to see you as he stormed by, clear anger gracing the small amount of skin you could see under his mask.

You glanced behind you as he passed, hurt apparent in your features as you looked at the back of his head, quickly walking away from you, away from everything you had built over the years, you finally realized it was gone. 

The day immediately became gray, your mood soured and ruined, and you knew the others could see it as well, no one acknowledged it though, but you saw the looks of pity that graced everyone’s faces as they looked at you. 

By the end of the day, you decided enough was enough, you couldn’t go on each day this way, it was affecting your work, your teamwork on missions, and your skills in the field, and that was dangerous for not only you, but for everyone on your team. You loved them all dearly and decided that the risk just wasn’t worth it anymore.

You approached his door and stopped in front of it, looking down at your feet, shaking hands intertwined in front of your chest as you prepared to knock, thinking about all the things you had to say to him. You finally got up the courage to knock, tentatively, slowly, almost hoping he wasn’t even there so you didn’t have to do this. 

Some rustling could be heard from behind the door, quiet footsteps approaching you, the door abruptly swinging open to let you inside. He didn’t have to look at you to know who it was, but he didn’t say a word as he closed the door behind you.

You stood with your back facing him, pacing back and forth, shaking your hands out, trying to get the anxiety to leave your limbs. You didn’t want to look weak, this wasn’t about to be some plead for forgiveness, you weren’t about to beg for his affections, you needed to stand up for yourself, so that was what you did.

You let out a deep sigh before starting, “what the hell is going on Simon?” you ask suddenly, cutting right to the chase. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you hear him huff from behind you, causing you to whip around suddenly, an incredulous look in your eyes as you finally look at him for the first time that night. 

“How do you lie without flinching?” You ask simply, tilting your head to the side in mock confusion, an irritated look curtaining your sight. You both knew what was going on, he was just too stubborn to admit it. You felt foolish to think he might participate in this, throw you a bone maybe. 

He said nothing at this, his stare intense, all consuming, you missed when that gaze would soften at the sight of you, but now, it was like you were any other passerby to him, nothing.

Your tamped down anger began to resurface gradually, you could feel it slowly branch from your heart, sinking into your every vein and nerve ending, his lack of care unearthing every emotion you had been keeping in for the past couple weeks. 

“What a mesmerizing, paralyzing, fucked up little thrill. I can’t figure out just how you do it, and god knows I never will, Simon.” You spit out, anger lacing your low tone. 

He continued on with the silence, you knew he could shut down when arguments got too intense, especially with you, but you couldn’t do this anymore, the malice just began pouring out, unable to be stopped as you persisted on.

“How’s that castle built off people you pretend to care about?” You laugh sarcastically, “just what you wanted, cool guy, you got it.”

Your mind started to race with all the moments he had told you he cared about you, the rare occasion he would express his love, the rage finally branching down your spine and into your arms, sprouting from your fingertips, unable to be contained at the thought of him throwing it all away, throwing you away. 

“You said it was true love, but would that be hard?” You scoff dryly, “You can’t love anyone because that would mean you have a heart,” your voice gradually getting louder, “I tried to help you out, now I know that I can’t,” exasperated resentment drips from each syllable. “Because how you think is the kind of thing I’ll never understand.” 

Your voice began to crack towards the end, you cleared your throat and gathered yourself before continuing, you wouldn’t look weak in front of him anymore.

“I loved you truly, but I’ve gotta laugh at the stupidity? Because I’ve made some real big mistakes, but you make the worst ones look fine. I should’ve known it was strange, you only come out at night, I used to think I was smart, but you made me look so naive,” a frustrated tear began to slip out, so you quickly swiped it away before your heavy hand dropped back at your side, you watched as his eyes followed your hand in its movements.

You saw the look in his eyes falter slightly at your words, but you turn away once again, not wanting him to get to you, “I’m done Ghost,” you make a point to stop using his real name, “I can’t do this anymore, you’ve bled me dry of all my emotional, my fight is gone, this isn’t healthy anymore, but was it really ever? Not to be cliche, but you’ve bled me dry like a goddamn vampire, and I’m done.” 

You began to walk out, not having anything else to say, he didn’t have any rebuttal, nothing to defend himself, he said nothing. Suddenly he grabbed your wrist and tried to get you to turn around, your heart quickly jumping to your throat at the action, but you quickly wrenched your hand from his grasp, glaring down at his hand, and meeting his eyes a final time. You saw the built up pain and hurt in them, it broke your heart that much more, before you turned and walked out, not looking back. Not ever again.

an: eh we'll see how this one does