Bucky didn't feel great, in fact after the night out he was feeling downright awful. Which was odd considering he couldn't get drunk. He shakes his head and gets up from his bed, heading for the bathroom. Splashing cool water on his face he groans and looks in his mirror. He jumps back when he sees his eyes are red, the pupils are huge and red. He blinks and scrubs his face a few times, when he looks again his eyes are blue.
"Jesus Christ" he mutters, what the hell did he drink?
When he gets to the kitchen, the smell of coffee brewing makes him twist his face. It smelled like dirt being ground up. Grabbing a glass he gets water instead, but even that doesn't sit well in his stomach.
"What's up with you hotshot?" you ask when he spits the water out.
"I dunno, I don't feel good" he mumbles, you get to your feet and feel his head.
"You shouldn't get sick, come on. Let's go see Bruce" You tug him along, listening to him grumble under his breath.
When you're in the elevator you see him stiffen up, he blinks a few times and looks at you. His nostrils flare and he sniffs at you.
"Do I stink or something?" you ask and sniff your shirt.
"No. No, you smell good" he steps into you, pressing his nose into your neck.
"Woah there, Buckyboy. Back up" he shuffles away and you wipe at your neck.
He had just fucking licked your throat. You watch him, he looks out of it.
"Did someone dose you?" you ask and he shakes his head.
"I don't think so" You take his hand and lead him to Bruce's lab.
You sit him on the bed and wander off to find Bruce. When you find him, you explain what Bucky has been doing. Bruce nods, heading round the curtain to Bucky's bed.
"What the fuck?" you follow Bruce's gaze.
Bucky was on the ceiling, like actually sitting on the ceiling. He drops when he sees you, landing on his feet perfectly. He laughs and grabs your arm, dragging you out of the lab.
"Later Bruce" he yells and keeps pulling.
"Bucky, what was that? How were you on the ceiling? What the fuck is going on?" you huff out but he just laughs and takes you to his room.
He locks the door behind him when he gets you in, he sits you down and smiles.
"I think I'm a vampire" he tells you and you blink.
"I'm sorry, what did you say?" he chuckles at you and grabs your face.
"I'm a vampire sweetheart, and I can smell you" he groans and leans towards you.
"I think you're hallucinating Buc" You stop, he had just been on the ceiling.
"No. No hallucinations doll. I feel great and look" he opens his mouth to show you two very pointy gleaming teeth.
"Oh, this can't be good" you mutter and stand up.
"Why not? I feel amazing" he laughs and spins you around.
"Bucky, what do vampires eat?" he stops, the smile on his face dropping off.
"Oh," he mumbles and lets go of you.
His eyes flash to red, the pupils large and unblinking. He licks his lips and his fangs grow, you back up slowly.
"You made me hungry sweetheart" he groans and rolls his shoulders.
"I'm sure Bruce has some blood bags you can have, uh, let me just go get some" You turn to unlock the door but he slams it closeda again.
You press your forehead to it, not wanting to turn around. You can feel him breathing on your neck, his hands creeping up your hips. He spins you, one hand holds your chin as the other tips your head back.
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Halloween Marvel OneShots
FanfictionJust a bit of fun, creepy Halloween writing. Only running the month of October. Updating early because I had some ideas I couldn't wait to publish.