đ You had been noticing some strange things the last few months.
It had started small with just the feeling of eyes upon you. You brushed it off as your nervousness of being in the big city. ButâŠit never quite went awayâŠespecially at night.
But then you started noticing some other things.
Like the car you sometimes saw out of the corner of your eye, time and time again. You would lose sight of it but then laterâŠyou would see it again.
Then you started noticing your cell phone and laptop acting strange too and sometimes you could almost swear that your webcam was turning on by itself.
And then the dreams started. You dreamed of someone, someone you couldnât quite make out in the shadows. Someone with gleaming eyesâŠand a smile that made you shiver. You would wake up with a start and try to tell yourself that it was all just a dreamâŠbut you could still feel those eyes.
You always felt those eyesâŠ
Maybe that was because he was always watching you.
Donatello hadnât been able to stop himself from observing you. It was like watching some wonderful creature out in the wild! He watched you go to work, go out with friends. He watched you browse used bookstores and take long walks in parks. He learned everything he could, your likes and dislikes, your hobbies and habits. And when that wasnât enough, he started hacking and looking into your background.
But the end of it, he knew everything about you. He knew you better then anyone and all from watching you. He watched you in your natural habitatâŠand he waited.
Donatello waited for the right moment to take you away.
After all, beautiful creatures shouldnât be left in the dangerous world. They should be taken somewhere safe, somewhere they could be studied and observed a little closer. And the more he thought about it, the harder it was to wait. Donatello certainly understood the importance of timingâŠbut it was hard.
He found himself hacking into her electronics, using her phone to track her movements when he couldnât watch her and her laptop to watch. She was so cute when she sleptâŠ
So cute in fact that Donatello just couldnât help himself. He found himself sneaking into her bedroom, just to watch her. To look at herâŠsometimes he reached out, softly touching her face and lipsâŠwondering what it would be like kiss her and hold her.
He found himself watching her and planning for her all the time. He collected what she would need and even built her a special room. And when it was readyâŠhe began to make himself more known.
Donatello began to toy with her.
He allowed the car to follow her all the way, enjoying the look on her face everytime she glanced over her shoulder. And when he visited her at night, he started leaving the window open.
The more he did, the better it felt. At least, it did to him. Perhaps it was cruel, teasing her like this.
Y/N was certainly aware of him and even more interestingâŠshe was fearful. Y/N was constantly looking over her shoulder and waking up at night, confused and frightened. And Donatello loved it. He was falling in love with herâŠand when he realized that, he knew it was time. It was a cold night when he slipped inside and, like so many other nights, he towered over her, watching her peaceful face.
Then she started to wake up, whispering something as she did.
But this time, he didnât hide in the darkness where she wouldnât see him. This time he stayed, smiling at her. This timeâŠshe saw him.
Y/Nâs eyes widened as she struggled to sit up.
Donatello acted quickly, reaching foward with a needle. He injected his own special concoction into her system. And he watched her slowly, slowly go back to sleep.
âI know that youâre afraidâŠbut you shouldnât be. This is the easy part. Whatâs going to happen after thisâŠthatâs what you should be afraid of.â He whispered.
Donatello watched her eyes close, her body going limp. He scooped her up in his arms, finally holding her close. All those nights before, he had wanted to do that. All those nights, he had left all alone. But nowâŠthey were leaving together.
He smiled as he brought her to the car, placing her gently in the seat.
âDrive home.â He ordered.
It wasnât a short drive at all, her living so far from him after all. He spent the entire time staring at her, smiling at her.
As of tonight, she was truly hisâŠand he was never letting her go. đ
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