Rescue Me - Prologue | Rescue Me - Chapter 1 | Rescue Me - Chapter 2 | Rescue Me - Chapter 3 | Rescue Me - Chapter 5 | Rescue Me - Chapter 6 | Rescue Me - Chapter 7
Pairing: Morbius x Reader
Warnings: Language, assault, hints of sexual assault, violence
A knock on your door two mornings later jolted you from your work. Getting up from your desk, you walked to the door. Peering into the peep hole, you saw two older gentlemen waiting patiently. Leaving your top lock in place, you opened the door with just enough room to fit your face.
“Good morning, gentlemen. Can I help you?”
“Good morning Miss Y/N L/N. My name is Eric Wendel and this is Simon Rockefeller, Nathan’s father.”
You felt your face blanche.
“...Eric Wendel, as in Wendel Towers? The owner of this building?”
“Yes, ma’am. We’re here regarding an assault complaint from Nathan that happened yesterday evening. May we come in?”
“He really wasn’t kidding when he said his father knew the owner…”
Your heart was hammering in your chest. Oh shit…
Unlocking your door, you let them step inside.
“Can I get either of you anything?”
“No, thank you. We’re fine.”
Pulling up your chair as they sat on the couch, you prepared yourself for the worst to come. You’d cracked the head of a Rockefeller. You were going to get fired, kicked out, maybe thrown in some secret prison never to be heard from again. Mr. Wendel chuckled, seeing your tense state.
“We received a complaint from Nathan Rockefeller that you had hit him in the head with a notebook. We are here to get your side of the story.”
Taking a couple deep breaths, you start to explain.
“I’ve been living here for about 5 months or so. Nathan at first was very polite, but as he got more comfortable with no one calling him out, he began making lewd gestures and nuances. I had a guest over last week that he was making lewd gestures at behind his back involving the two of us. Mind you, this gentleman has difficulty walking. This particular individual is a very well-known, well respected person in the medical industry. Please, understand that I know this sounds like kindergarten silliness, but he’s been…uncouth… with the other staff as well.”
“We are aware of the multiple sexual harrasment complaints against him and have taken statements from the other female staff as well. We’ve discovered HR has been hiding these claims from myself as a result of a cut deal they had with each other.” Mr. Wendel remarked.
“Well, that explains why he was still employed.” You said, looking around the room.
“You were the last piece of the puzzle. You’ve been the first to take your own action against him. Please, continue.” Mr. Rockefeller prompted.
“That evening, he asked me if I was free later while looking up and down my figure with the most, how can I describe it? Predatory look in his eyes. It was very unnerving.”
You looked to see both of them “hmm”ing into their hands.
“When he called my guest a cripple, I saw red. So I spoke to him in a language he could understand by acting like I was interested in him. To which he also behaved disrespectfully and said, ‘I knew you wanted me.’ Knowing exactly how he would behave, I got him close enough so I could crack him upside the head.”
The gentlemen were silent a moment then asked, “Is there anything else? Any other behavior you’ve noticed?”
“There is one more thing. One multiple occasions, when one of our cleaning staff would be bent over picking up something, he would walk over and act like he was having sex with her. Grabbing hips and bucking into her hips if she was faced away or right into her face if she was facing him.”
“We thank you for your time this morning, Miss Y/N. This may not be fatherly of me, but I have to applaud you. Nathan has been a difficult young adult with his antics. Thank you for stepping up and confronting him on his actions. With that, we would like to ask that you not press charges. We’ll take care of it.”
Your jaw dropped. “You mean, you’re not going to throw me into some secret prison?”
“Of course not. You may have struck a Rockefeller, but that certain Rockefeller has made it hell for us trying to make sure his wrong doings don’t get into the public eye.”
“I hadn’t planned on pressing charges, sir. I was hoping the crack was enough to reset the server, but apparently not because you fine gentlemen are here.” You said, nervously.
“Oh behalf of myself and my son, we sincerely apologize to you for having to deal with his behavior.”
“With all due respect sir, I appreciate your apology. However, the apology from him doesn’t mean much unless it comes from him directly.”
He nodded at you respectfully. “You are quite right. I have made arrangements with Mr. Wendel here to have your rent paid in full for life.”
You knew what this was. It was to keep you quiet. You hadn’t intended to say anything anyway. The faster you were off of their radar, the better.
“That was very thoughtful of you. Thank you so much.”
Turning to Mr. Wendel, Mr. Rockefeller said, “I think we have everything we need. Do you have anything else to add?”
Mr. Wendel turned to you. “I think it’s pretty open and shut. All of the statements reflect almost identical information, save for Miss Y/N’s case here.”
He handed you his card. “Call me if you have any further problems.”
You got up with them to walk them to the door, opening it for them.
“Have a nice day, gentlemen and take care.”
“Thank you for your time. Take care as well.”
Shutting the door, you let out a huge breath and fanned yourself. That was so nerve wracking! Two of the most powerful patriarchs of New York City sitting in your apartment had a killer way of making a girl feel so small. You hoped all of it was over but it felt like you were waiting for the other shoe to drop.
At 3pm that afternoon, there was another knock on the door. You walked excitedly to the door and laughed when you opened it as Maggie barreled through, running around your apartment.
“Someone’s excited!” You said.
Beth walked in carrying a 20lb bag of dog food, a bag of toys, treats and bowls.
Dropping the food and toys against your breakfast island, Beth shook her arms.
“I hope that’s enough food for her.”
“20lbs should be enough I would imagine.” You said, laughing. “But if I end up running out, I can go get her some.”
“Thank you so much for doing this! She’s trained and housebroken so she shouldn’t have any accidents in your house. She’s a former K-9 also so she should provide good protection should you need it. She knows all kinds of tricks too!”
“Of course! That is good to know! So, where are you headed to?”
She looked excited and clapped her hands.
“Ooooo! Wine country! Bring me back a bottle if you think about it.”
“Totally! Alright, Maggie! I gotta go! I don’t want to miss my flight!”
Maggie ran over and kissed Beth.
“You be a good girl! Don’t cause any trouble for Y/N!”
“I’m sure she’ll be perfect.”
“Here’s my phone number in case anything happens.” Beth said, handing you a piece of paper.
“Thanks. Listen, you have a great time and soak in the sun and countryside.”
Beth hugged you and pet Maggie one last time before she turned to leave. Maggie followed her to the door, whining. Getting down to her level, you pet her and said softly,
“It’s okay. Momma will be back. She’s going on vacation. Besides, we’re going to have lots of fun, right?”
Maggie laid down at the door, looking up at the handle with puppy dog eyes.
“Aww, poor thing.” You said, deciding for the moment to let her be while you finished your work.
Later that night, you and Maggie were sitting on the balcony together watching TikToks and eating popcorn, enjoying a warm spring night. Looking over to check the time, you realized how late it was.
“12:30am already? It’s time for bed, Maggie.”
Maggie looked up at you, wagging her tail. Turning your phone off and sliding it into your back pocket, you walked through your mostly dark apartment into your kitchen to get a glass of water, Maggie in tow. You topped up her water bowl and gave her a treat. Walking back through your living room, you stopped at seeing and hearing the door handle jiggle. Maggie turned at the noise and stepped between your legs, growling. You gently touched Maggie behind the ears and whispered, “Shh.”
Grabbing a letter opener from your mail shelf by the door, you held it out in front of you, holding your breath. As the door opened and a black figure slunk in, you and Maggie worked together to walk behind the intruder, careful not to surprise them. Something shined in his hand, reflecting the light from the stove light in your kitchen.
As the intruder turned, you dropped the letter opener and knocked the knife from a gloved hand as they lunged at you, sliding your leg behind his knee to move it out of place to get him to the ground… right underneath Maggie’s now growling, snarling snout. You held his arm at an unnatural angle as the intruder cried out.
You twisted his shoulder again for good measure, realizing you knew that voice.
“You got me fired, you bitch!”
“So, what? You were coming in here to kill me?!”
He laughed darkly. “After I’d abused that body of yours.”
As he tried to sit up, you folded four fingers in on your hand and punched him in the throat.
He coughed and ground out, “You bitch…”
“You sick fuck!” You yelled as you grabbed your phone out of your pocket.
You punched in 911, but thought better of it and dialed Mr. Wendel’s number instead.
“Hello?” Came the groggy voice.
“Mr. Wendel,” you started, swallowing harshly. “Nathan broke into my apartment. He’s here right now. I was going to call 911 but thought instead to call you.”
He was silent for a moment, then said, “I’ll be right there.”
Nathan came up from behind you, closing his arms around yours. Dropping your phone, you threw your head back and headbutted him.
“Maggie, go!” You shouted, watching her run to the bedroom. You were more concerned about her being possibly put down if she bit him, even if it was in defense of a violent intruder.
He staggered back, holding his now bleeding nose.
“Fuck, you broke my nose!”
He looked to the floor, seeing the knife. Picking it up, he ran at you in full fury, slashing the knife. You did your best to dodge it, the knife coming a bit too close for comfort a couple of times. He finally slipped up and you were able to kick him square in the chest, sending him to the floor. Seizing the chance while he was down, you strode over and punched him in the face. Then again and again and again, getting down onto your knees.
You raised your arm back for one final punch when a strong hand grabbed you by the wrist. Snapping your head back, you froze.
Maggie came out of the room, growling. Turning to her, you held your hand up.
Turning your head back to Michael, you saw his features start to change back as he softly ran his hand up your arm to encompass your fist.
Nathan struggled to sit up, coughing and bleeding. When he saw the figure behind you, he spat,
You watched Michael’s features change back immediately as he stared at Nathan, baring his teeth, eyes going white.
Suddenly, Michael was gone. You turned, watching the black and purple trail go out through the open balcony door. Your apartment door swung open, a special ops team of 6 flooding in. Maggie ran over to you, standing in front.
“Hey, easy. It’s okay, baby. Stand down.”
One of the ops guys looked at her nervously.
“You know what they say: you can take the dog out of the police, but you can’t take the police out of the dog. She won’t hurt you.”
Mr. Wendel and Mr. Rockefeller stood in the doorway looking down at Nathan.
“Dad, did you see what she did to me?! And and..that…that Morbius dude was here! Right in this room!”
The two older gentlemen looked at you.
“I may… have hit him in the head just a tad too hard. Concussions cause hallucinations sometimes.”
Mr. Rockefeller crossed his arms across his chest as the one of the special ops picked Nathan up off the floor, a look of utter disgust turning his face. Shifting as his son passed him, Mr. Rockefeller’s hand snatched out and grabbed Nathan by the back of his throat, leaning in close to his ear. You couldn’t hear what he was saying, but it was very tense by the looks of it.
One of the special ops team helped you up off the floor as someone else came over to make sure you weren’t seriously injured.
Mr. Wendel walked up, hands behind his back. “Will we ever have a quiet week with you?” He said, laughing.
You laughed. “I certainly fucking hope so.”
Mr. Wendel stared at you.
“There’s certainly more of you that meets the eye.”
“You don’t move to New York City without knowing how to defend yourself. Especially as a woman.”
“You’ll be getting your $3,000 back from the apartment damage. For your trouble.” He said.
“Is this another bribe to keep me quiet? I’m not stupid you know.”
He made the motion of “a little bit” with his fingers.
“This little problem will be dealt with here and now.”
“It better be.” You said, giving him a look.
“I will be. You have my word. Goodnight, Miss Y/N.”
You tried to keep it together as best you could, but you started to cry. He’d really broken into your apartment to kill you! All over losing his job for being a disgusting dick.
“Eat a dick, you prick.” You said, sniffling to the empty room. Your fists were throbbing and your head ached from headbutting Nathan.
“Ow…” You moaned as you walked into the kitchen to get some ice and a glass of liquor.
Maggie followed you, whining.
“It’s okay, Maggie. It’s over.” You breathed.
You downed a couple shots of whiskey before getting a pan full of ice, wincing as you put your hands into it.
After standing for a few minutes, you felt your legs getting shaky.
“Oh, I need to sit down.” You say.
Walking to your couch, something catches your attention out of the corner of your eye. You turn to the balcony window and see a shrouded figure hanging upside down on the tree. He came down almost instantly, a curtain of black and purple encompassing him before he stood in front of you.
He was Dr. Michael Morbius again, checking you frantically everywhere.
When he got to your hands and saw the blood, his vampiric features flooded his face again.
“Get out.” You said, quietly.
He snapped his head up at you.
“Get out. I’m not in the mood to deal with that right now, too. Matter of fact, maybe never.” You added.
He did as you wished silently. After he’d gone, you felt guilt set in. He had saved you from potentially killing Nathan tonight. You didn’t have the energy to try to fend him off if he tried to attack you again.
Flopping down on the couch with Maggie jumping up and laying her head on your lap, you passed out quickly.
