More Than a Monster - Vampire!Markiplier x Reader

His Curse

"And I will see you in the next video. Buh bye!"

Mark's cheerful smile dropped as soon as he left the office. He stumbled into the living room and collapsed on the couch. Everything was blurring together and his head was pounding. He rolled over on his side and hugged himself tight. He was so cold. Why was he so cold?

Everything checked out. He'd been getting enough sleep, getting enough sunlight- to the point of it burning him pretty badly- and getting enough food and water, although they weren't giving him much satisfaction. What was he missing?

He must've been sick. With what, he wasn't sure. His sinuses were fine, his throat didn't hurt, and he wasn't nauseous. He was just so cold. And... hungry.

For the fifth time that day, he forced himself off the couch and threw open the fridge. He didn't pay much attention to what he was taking. It was some cheap microwave meal that probably wouldn't have tasted good to anyone, but he heated it up and ate it anyway. Usually he would have cooked something, but he couldn't wait.

It wasn't satisfying. If anything, he felt worse.

He was resigned to spend most of the day on the couch, but as the hours ticked by, and he could almost no longer bear the pain, he finally decided to go to the hospital.

As soon as he opened the door to leave, he was hit with a thousand different smells and sounds, and it threw him off. His head was pounding and his vision was swimming. He couldn't drive like this.

He hailed a taxi, nearly falling over as he did so. As soon as he opened the door to climb in, he froze. The smell of iron overwhelmed his senses, and the only clear thought that passed through his head was that he knew what he was craving. He climbed in frantically, and before he even knew what he was doing, his teeth were in the driver's neck, and his hand was over their mouth.

The part of Mark that was human was gone. The craving took over as he sank his fangs deeper in his faceless victim. He felt them crying out under his hand, but he didn't pay any attention. All that mattered was the blood, and getting more of it. More. It was the only thing he could think. He needed more. Even though he wasn't paying much attention, he felt his head clear and his body warm up. His strength returned, more than there was before, as the taxi driver's failed, and whoever Mark was holding under his hand went limp in the seat.

Mark finally pulled away when his victim's whimpering had stopped and their pulse was no longer beating in his ears. His fangs disappeared as he looked down and felt the guilt that came with being human return to him. His stomach hurt again, but this time, it was because of nausea. He couldn't move. He hardly breathed.

While he was drinking, he hadn't paid attention to whose life he'd been taking.

It was a girl. She had long red hair and a picture of a child in her pocket. Mark had killed someone: a woman who had a child to return home to. He felt tears pricking at the back of his throat. He knew what it was like to lose a parent. Now he was responsible for putting someone through that.

He didn't know what to do. Was she going to turn into a vampire now? The unspoken word stung and he visibly flinched. Vampire. He was a vampire. She might be a vampire-

Suddenly a loud scream pulled him out of his trance with a start. You, nestled into his side, chuckled. "Did the king of Five Nights at Freddy's just get startled by a bad horror movie?" The team was having a movie night. You, Mark, and Ethan were sitting on the couch, and Kathryn and Tyler were sitting on the floor. Amy was lying down with her head on the other girl's leg.

It was the girls' idea to watch a cheap horror movie: a suggestion the rest of you weren't too excited about, until it turned out it was entertaining to make fun of.

"I was just thinking." He said. Disappointed by his lack of humor, you turned back to watching the movie as the others laughed at Ethan's bad impression of the main character.

"Amy, pass me the popcorn, will you?" You asked. She took a handful, then sent it back to the couch. Ethan reached over and grabbed some without taking his eyes off the screen.

Stuffing way too much popcorn in your mouth, you asked Mark "Are you sure you don't want any?"

He smiled at you fondly and nodded. "I'm sure."

You shrugged as Kathryn reached her hand up, gesturing for you to give her the popcorn back. "Suit yourself, I guess." You handed her the bowl. "I'm concerned at how little you eat." It was meant to sound like a sarcastic comment, but there was real worry in your voice.

He brushed you off. "I've eaten enough chicken and dumplings in my time that my body doesn't need any more sustenance."

"That's true." Said Tyler. "I think he's made of the stuff."

A popcorn kernel hit the side of Tyler's head. "Hey!"

"Shut up," she said. "I'm trying to watch the movie."

"You need all your concentration to figure out what's going on." Murmured Amy.

Tyler looked outraged. "Why didn't you throw popcorn at her?" He asked.

"She's too perfect to be marred by buttery popcorn." She said as if it was simply an undeniable fact. No one denied it.

Mark rolled his eyes. He could feel the threat of malnourishment growing in his stomach. He realized with grave acceptance that he would have to drink soon, and you were very close to him.

He sighed. He had more self control than that. And he was smarter now than to go that long without blood, but he felt guilt like a weight on his chest every time he drank. He'd learned over the years; that much was certain, but he'd lost friends along the way. People had left when they found out what he was. People had died because of him.

That wasn't going to happen with you.

You and the rest of the team were the best thing that had ever happened to him. He was determined not to lose you to his curse.