blood petals

🦇 vampire!michael x fem!reader

🧛🏻 You work as a maid for Michael Jackson. After retiring from his music career he vanished from the public eye living hidden in the dark woods under the name "Maestro." Over time your maid role brought you closer to him and bit by bit you found yourself falling in love. However you soon uncovered the heartbreaking truth behind his decision to disappear from the world forever.

1 | the interview 2 | first day

🦇 vampiremichaeljackson x fem!reader

🧛🏻 You work as a maid for Michael Jackson. After retiring from his music career he vanished from the public eye living hidden in the dark woods under the name "Maestro." Over time your maid role brought you closer to him and bit by bit you found yourself falling in love. However you soon uncovered the heartbreaking truth behind his decision to disappear from the world forever.

Taglist: @tojiswifeforlife , @zanyana626 , @heubstr , @moonaarts , @pyt03 , @ksavamp , @asillysimp

3 | library

May 11th, 1997

It was another day at that haunted mansion, and Janet had told you you'd be cleaning the library.

Michael's library was massive shelves stretching high toward the ceiling, filled with books of every genre imaginable.

Some looked brand new, others worn with age, like they'd been read a hundred times over.

Janet had mentioned it was inspired by his old home, Neverland. That it used to be something brighter... something meant for joy.

Now, it felt more like a memory frozen in time.

You moved slowly between the shelves, collecting books people had left out and returning them to their proper places.

This room was different. Which made it more unsettling. Because it didn't match the rest of the house.

Your fingers traced along the spine of a book before pausing when you noticed a small handwritten note tucked between the pages.

Curious, you pulled it out.

The Little White Bird.

"You like that book?"

The voice made you jump slightly.

You turned—and there he was.

"Michael—" you stopped yourself quickly.

A faint, almost amused look crossed his face.

"Oh—uh, yeah," you said quickly, putting the book back. "I remember reading it when I was younger."

His gaze lingered on you for a moment longer than necessary.

"I have all kinds of Peter Pan books," he said softly. "If you want to see them."

You hesitated.

"I do have work to do," you replied.

"It's fine," he said simply.

He turned and began walking and you followed.

☠︎

He led you deeper into the library, to a section that felt older than the rest.

The air there felt cooler, like it hadn't been entered in years.

"These are my favorites," he said, running his fingers lightly across the books.

You watched him carefully now.

It looked like he was almost gliding instead of walking.

"You read a lot?" you asked, trying to ease the tension in your chest.

"When I can't sleep," he replied.

Something about the way he said it made your stomach twist.

"When you can't sleep...?" you repeated.

He glanced at you.

Something darker flickered behind his eyes.

Then it was gone.

"Come," he said, gesturing toward a small sitting area tucked between the shelves.

You sat slowly, unsure why your heart was beating so fast.

He sat across from you but not too far.

You were able to look at him properly now and he was absolutely beautiful in a way that didn't feel real.

Sharp features. Pale skin. Dark but Bambi eyes that seemed to look straight through you.

It made your chest tighten but you couldn't look away.

"You're staring," he said quietly.

Heat rushed to your face. "I'm not—"

"You are," he interrupted, but there was no anger in his voice.

It sounded amused.You swallowed, looking away. "You just—look different in person."

That was the safest thing you could say.

A faint smile touched his lips.

"Different," he repeated softly.

You nodded, still avoiding his gaze.

Your fingers tightened slightly in your lap.

"Why does this place feel so..." you started, then stopped yourself.

"So what?" he asked.

You hesitated.

"...Strange."

His eyes stayed on you not blinking. Then he leaned forward slightly.

And your breath caught.

"Maybe," he said softly, "you're just noticing things others choose to ignore."

Your stomach flipped.

You shifted slightly, suddenly aware of how close he was.

Too close, but you didn't move away. His gaze dropped briefly to your neck.

Then he leaned back again, like nothing had happened.

"You should get back to work," he said calmly.

You nodded quickly, standing up, trying to steady yourself.

"Right... yeah."

By the time your shift was over, your body felt heavy with exhaustion.

You made your way back down to the locker room, eager to change and finally leave that place for the day.

The room was empty this time.

You brushed it off, moving to your locker and opening it.

Then you saw a small folded note sitting neatly inside. Your brows furrowed as you picked it up.

There was no name on the outside.

Slowly, you unfolded it.

Stay. And met me on the balcony.

—M

Your first instinct was to leave.

Everything about this place was weird. Your fingers tightened slightly around the note. You didn’t put it down.

☠︎

A few minutes later, you found yourself walking through the quiet halls instead of heading for the exit.

You told yourself you’d just look. Just see if he was actually there. That was it.

The balcony doors were slightly open, a soft breeze slipping through.

You pushed them gently and stepped outside.

The night air wrapped around you instantly. And above you was the moon. It was full and bright.

With a faint blue tint that made everything feel almost unreal.

“You came.”

His voice was softer this now. You turned and he was already there.

Leaning lightly against the railing, dressed in black, the moonlight catching against his pale skin.

“I almost didn’t,” you admitted.

A small smile touched his lips.

“But you did.”

You walked a little closer, stopping a few feet away.

“Why did you want me to come out here?” you asked.

He glanced up at the sky.

“When’s the last time you saw a blue moon?” he asked instead.

You blinked, caught off guard by the question.

“I… don’t know,” you admitted. “I don’t really pay attention to stuff like that.”

He nodded slightly, like he expected that answer.

“I haven’t seen one in a long time,” he said.

You stepped closer to the railing, standing beside him now.

“It’s nice,” you said softly.

“It is,” he agreed.

You glanced at him.

He didn’t feel like this untouchable, strange figure. He just looked like a man.

“You don’t seem like yourself in the house,” you said before you could stop yourself.

He didn’t react right at that exact moment.

“I’m always myself,” he replied.

You shook your head slightly. “No… I mean—”

You hesitated, searching for the words.

“You feel different here.”

“And how do I feel?” he asked.

Your heart sped up a little.

“Normal,” you said honestly.

For a second, something flickered in his expression.

Gone almost as quickly as it came.

“Normal,” he repeated quietly.

You leaned against the railing, exhaling softly.

“I feel like I’m actually talking to a person right now,” you added. “Not… you know…”

“A celebrity?” he finished.

You gave a small, awkward smile. “Yeah.”

He gave you a quiet laugh and it completely threw you off. It didn’t match the version of him you’d seen before.

“I don’t get that very often,” he said.

You looked at him again.

“You can, you know,” you said. “Act normal.”

His gaze softened slightly.

“Maybe,” he said.

The wind picked up gently, brushing past you.

You shivered without meaning to.

“Are you cold?,” he asked.

“I’m fine,” you replied quickly.

He had already stepped a little closer. Close enough that you could feel the shift in the air again.

“You should head home,” he said.

You blinked. “Oh… yeah. I should.”

Neither of you moved right but then finally, you stepped back.

“Goodnight,” you said.

He nodded.

“Goodnight.”

As you walked back inside, you couldn’t help but glance back one last time.

🦇vampire!michael x fem!reader

🧛🏻 You work as a maid for Michael Jackson. After retiring from his music career he vanished from the public eye living hidden in the dark woods under the name "Maestro." Over time your maid role brought you closer to him and bit by bit you found yourself falling in love. However you soon uncovered the heartbreaking truth behind his decision to disappear from the world forever.

Taglist: @tojiswifeforlife , @cenobii, @zanyana626 , @heubstr , @moonaarts , @pyt03 , @ksavamp ,

2 | first day

May 10, 1997

It was your first day on a new job, and nerves were running high. To make things crazier, you had already met Janet and Michael Jackson and now you were working for them.

Yesterday felt like a surreal dream or a nightmare. Either way, you didn't want to relive it.

You had done the same thing you did yesterday, walking toward the woods but then you spotted a figure standing there.

Dressed all in black and impossible to identify, the figure instantly triggered your survival instincts.

Without thinking you turned and dashed back to the car.

Maybe this job wasn't worth it. Were you being pranked? Was working for the Jacksons even worth it anymore?

Breathless from your frantic escape, you wished you could just disappear and be back home.

Suddenly, you saw the black figure approaching fast and power walking with purpose.

This was it. Your time was up. You were sure you were about to be killed.

Your instincts took over again. You threw yourself back into the seat, closed your eyes, and pretended to be dead.

A minute later, you heard a knock on the window. Peeking through your eyelids, you saw Bill.

He didn't look happy, probably tired of your crap.

"How many times do we have to go through this girl?" His muffled voice came from the window.

You sighed, feeling embarrassed about your runaway and fake dead stunt.

Getting out of the car, you hesitated as Bill stared at you. You avoided his gaze, too humiliated to look at him.

"Can we just go?" you asked.

He chuckled. "So why did you run?"

"You were just standing there looking so creepy. Who wouldn't?" The two of you started walking toward the house.

"I apologize. But you're going to have to learn how not to be afraid anymore. But it's your first day, after all," he said.

You sighed, already messing up on your first day on the job.

"I get it. I'm just not used to being out here," you admitted.

"That's how it was for me, too. When Michael was young, I had to fight off his fans trying to grab him. Now, I don't have those worries anymore, but it still saddens me that Michael doesn't even want to see his fans," Bill added.

You absorbed his words thoughtfully. Michael had been a top-tier star. Why had he given it all up?

Finally, ya'll got to the house. Bill knocked on the door, and Janet opened it.

"You're late, but since it is your first day I'll let it slide," she said and you were hoping she didn't mean it in a rude way.

Bill waved her off and walked past her, and you followed.

"I've got your work uniform, all ironed and ready," Janet said, leading you inside.

She handed you the clothes and showed you where to change.

"There's a locker room in the basement where you'll store your things. But since you're new and maybe a little scared, I'll keep your belongings for now," Janet added.

You nodded slowly, though something about that didn’t sit right with you.

“I’ll come get you once you’re changed,” Janet said with a smile before walking off.

The moment she disappeared, the hallway felt quiet

You looked down at the uniform in your hands and it was black of course.

Swallowing your unease, you made your way down toward the basement.

Each step creaked softly beneath your feet as the air grew colder.

Why was it colder?

When you reached the locker room, you pushed the door open carefully.

Inside, a few women were already there dressed in the same uniform and they all turned to look at you at the exact same time. Your stomach dropped.

“…Hi,” you said awkwardly.

One of them smiled, but it didn’t feel like a genuine one.

“Are you the new girl?,” she said.

“Yeah,” you replied, clutching the clothes slightly. “First day.”

Another girl tilted her head, studying you. “He let you come back?”

“…Yeah?” you said, unsure.

The women exchanged glances.

The first girl stepped closer. “What’s your name?”

You told her.

She nodded slowly. “I’m Lila. That’s Maren… and Tasha.”

They each gave small nods, but none of them looked like ordinary people.

They looked like they were tired in a way sleep couldn’t even fix.

“You’ll learn the routine quickly,” Lila said. “Just follow the rules.”

“Yeah, I saw those,” you muttered. “They’re kinda… weird.”

That got you a quiet laugh from Tasha.

“Weird,” she repeated under her breath.

Maren stepped closer suddenly, her voice dropping. “Just to let you know, you should never stay out past sunset.”

Your heart skipped. “Why?”

“You’ll be fine,” Lila said quickly, her tone changing. “Just don’t be asking too many questions.”

That definitely did not make you feel any better.

☠︎

After changing, you followed the others upstairs, your nerves sitting heavy in your chest.

Janet met you halfway, clapping her hands lightly. “Perfect timing.”

She began assigning tasks, pairing you with Lila.

“Stick with her today,” Janet said. “She’ll show you everything.”

You nodded, grateful you wouldn’t be alone, though something about Lila still made you feel uneasy.

As you walked down another hallway, you leaned closer to her.

“Okay… be honest,” you whispered. “What’s going on in this place?”

Lila didn’t answer right away.

She just kept walking.

“Lila?”

She glanced at you. You swore her eyes looked darker than before.

“You’ll understand soon,” she said quietly.

That was NOT reassuring.

☠︎

Hours passed strangely and you cleaned rooms that looked untouched.

Hallways that felt endless and the entire time You felt like you were being watched by someone.

It wasn’t until you were alone wiping down a long mirror in one of the upper rooms that you felt it again.

You didn’t want to turn around but you did. And there Michael was standing in the doorway watching you silently.

Your heart slammed against your ribs.

“I—” you started, but your voice caught.

He stepped closer.

“You came back,” he said softly.

Your breath hitched. “I… yeah. I need the job.”

His head tilted slightly, like he was studying you again.

“Oh really?,” he said, his voice lowering with suspicion.

You didn’t answer because you didn’t even know what to say anymore. A faint smile appeared on his lips.

Just as suddenly as he appeared he had stepped back.

“Be careful,” he said quietly.

And then he was gone.

☠︎

By the time your shift ended, your nerves were completely shot.

You didn’t even say much on your way out, just muttered quick goodbyes and practically rushed back to your car.

Once inside, you locked the doors immediately.

“What the fuck is wrong with that place?” you whispered.

The drive home felt longer than it should have.

Your mind replayed everything and by the time you got home, the sky had already started to darken.

You stepped inside quickly, locking the door behind you.

You leaned against the door, exhaling shakily.

“This is fucking insane,” you muttered.

You walked to your room, sitting on the edge of your bed, staring at nothing.

“Do I go back tomorrow…” you whispered.