More Than a Monster - Vampire!Markiplier x Reader

Ethan

It was surprisingly nice, Mark found, to have someone else to confide in. Ethan was inherently curious, so he was constantly asking questions. Mark would answer to the best of his ability, and in return, Ethan kept his secret.

"How does one become a vampire?" He'd asked.

"I'd have to bite you, you'd have to drink my blood, you'd have to die with it in your system... It's a process."

"What does it feel like?" He asked.

"Painful." Was the only answer he received.

Tuesday, when Ethan and Tyler were supposed to come over to record, was a lazy day. Before they came over, you and Mark decided to go for a walk. You rarely got out together anymore, and it was a nice day. So you held hands as you walked the not so peaceful streets of L.A.

After a while of quiet walking, Mark winced. "What the hell?" He mumbled.

"What's wrong?" You frowned.

He picked up his pace and pulled you around a sharp turn, then began to run. You struggled to keep up with him, and eventually ran out of breath, but he kept going.

"Mark, what are you-" you cut off with a gasp as he rounded another corner. What was left of a car was mangled, somehow upside down, in the middle of the street, another mostly destroyed car close by.

"Oh my- hey, what are you doing?" Mark let go of your hand and raced for the wreckage.

"Call 911!" He shouted.

He didn't bother with the door. The window was gone, and he had no problem climbing in where it should have been. "Mark, what are you doing? Get out of there!"

You clearly weren't going to stop him, so you pulled out your phone and called the authorities. It was hard to hear the voice over the pounding in your ears.

You waited with bated breath. Mark was a fucking idiot.

But a few seconds later, he pulled out a frail, mangled body. He stumbled away from the wreck as the back of the car exploded behind him, throwing off his step, but the body he carried didn't waver. It looked like he was carrying someone no heavier than a child.

He laid the man down on the concrete gently, cradling him in his arms. You rushed to their side as police sirens blared behind you.

"What-" your breath caught.

"Ethan! Ethan, can you hear me?" Mark asked. He was hardly recognizable. His body was mangled and broken, and his head was covered in blood. Mark reached up and gently wiped it off his face, eyes lingering on it a moment too long.

You were frozen. You couldn't think straight. Nothing was registering. There was a man behind you, but you didn't think anything of it. He was saying something, and then you were being pulled away. Pulled away from... Pulled away from... Mark... Ethan... Ethan?

Mark was gone, he'd taken Ethan somewhere. Why had he done that? Your stomach churned and everything was swaying. Bile rose in your throat, and you realized with a numb mind that you were going to throw up...

"Mark?" Ethan's eyes fluttered open. "What... I can't feel..."

"Shh, shh, don't say anything, it's okay, it's okay." Mark said, even though he could feel the tears in his throat. They were in a nearby alley. Sirens blared in the background

"What happened?" He asked groggily.

"You... You crashed." Mark answered. He blinked away tears that were blurring his vision.

"I..." He groaned, and laid his head back in Mark's arms. "Am I going to die?"

Mark looked down at his body and head. There was a lot of blood. God, they are running out of time, running out of time, he had to do something. He had to fix this somehow.

Ethan saw the look in his eye and exhaled what he could. There was blood flowing from his mouth. Mark's eyes were streaming now, but he pushed it away. He had to think rationally.

"Ethan." Mark said. "Stay with me. You don't have to die."

Ethan made a small noise. He wasn't sure what that was supposed to mean.

"I won't force it on you." Mark promised, squeezing his friend. "You have a choice."

There was a pause where Mark panicked. They were running out of time, come on Ethan, come on-

Ethan's head bobbed as best it could.

Mark didn't hesitate. He sank his fangs deep into Ethan's neck, where blood was already running. Not a second later, he pulled away and pierced the skin on his wrist, pressing it to Ethan's mouth. With a painful stab, Mark remembered just a few days ago when he was explaining this process to him. He could hear Ethan's heartbeat fading. He passed out, but not before Ethan could swallow a few drops of Mark's sweet blood. He just prayed it would be enough as the soft beating in his ear faded to nothing.

He picked him up bridal style and began to run, using his speed to take him back to Ethan's apartment in a matter of seconds. He laid him on the bed, and, with a stab of guilt, he bit his neck again, draining most of the blood from his system. Ethan's life force stained the light sheets a dark crimson color. If Mark hadn't been used to the sight, he would probably have thrown up his lunch.

Mark paced the little room as minutes ticked by. Ethan would live, Ethan would live, Ethan would live. He repeated the phrase over and over again, even though it technically wasn't true. Either way Ethan would die.

Eventually he busied himself with cleaning up the blood he'd stained the carpet with, and used a damp washcloth to clean Ethan's wounds, which were now gone. He breathed a sigh of relief as he saw that there was no trace of the incident on Ethan's body. In a few days, Ethan would be a vampire.

Oh god. Ethan would be a vampire. He'd just turned someone.

He sat down on the edge of the bed and sighed, head spinning. He'd just sired Ethan.

His best friend was going to have to live with the same curse he did.