More Than a Monster - Vampire!Markiplier x Reader

Your Turn

Ethan shuffled in not a minute later, wrapped in every blanket in the house.

"What are you doing?" Mark asked, stifling a laugh as Ethan flopped onto the bed and buried himself under the sheets.

"I-I'm really cold." He said. His teeth were chattering.

"You get used to it. Still throwing up?" Mark asked. Ethan shook his head.

"N-no, but I'm really, r-really hungry." He said.

"Mm," Mark hummed, then looked out the window. "You're probably not ready to drink blood yet. I'm not sure if your system could handle it."

Ethan let out a muffled whimper from under his many many blankets. "I have to k-kill people now?"

"I didn't say that." Mark answered. "But you do have to drink from them."

"Jesus, can you keep it down? You don't need to yell." He groaned. "Can't I just bite animals or something?" He asked.

Mark wasn't yelling, but he lowered his voice to accommodate Ethan's newly sensitive ears. "I suppose. It's not like you have much of a choice. Until you get used to this, your self control is going to need a lot of work before you can be around humans without, you know, killing them."

"You should have let me die." Ethan mumbled.

"I gave you a choice." Mark said.

"I know. It's not your fault." Ethan said.

"Well, it isn't yours either. Unless you meant to hit that other car."

"She swerved into the middle of the lane." Ethan snapped.

"There, see? Not your fault." Mark said, unfazed by Ethan's anger.

There was a knock on the front door. Ethan covered his ears and swore under his breath at the loud sound. "Fucking hell, I can hear their heartbeat..." He muttered.

Mark opened the door to see Amy. "Hey, what's up?"

"(Y/n) told me Ethan's sick. Is everything okay?" She asked, concern etched in her features.

"Oh, yeah, he's doing much better. But he's sleeping right now." Mark answered.

"That's good." She said. "Then are you- oh, hey, Ethan."

Mark whipped around on his heal. Ethan, still wrapped in blankets, was standing behind Mark with a strange expression on his face.

"Feeling better?" Amy asked over Mark's shoulder.

Ethan took a step toward the door, and Mark stepped in front of him. "Yeah, everything's fine, but we don't want you getting sick, so-"

"Then why are you in there?" Amy asked.

"Sorry, gotta go, no time-" Mark shut the door on her, then forcibly pushed Ethan back into his bedroom, where he stumbled and regained his composure.

"That was..." Ethan shuddered. He stared at Amy through the window as she returned to the car and drove away, more confused than when she arrived.

"Yeah, see what I mean? It's gonna get worse tomorrow when the transition's done." Mark said. His phone dinged.

"Feels pretty done to me." Ethan muttered.

"You don't know what 'done' feels like, you idiot." Mark said.

Ethan shrugged, lacking the energy to argue, and fell back on his bed. "I'm going back to sleep."

"Alright." Mark said, pulling out his phone to see who was texting him.
Any idea when you'll be home? the message from you said.

Spending another night here. I'll be back tomorrow.