More Than a Monster - Vampire!Markiplier x Reader

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"Mark, I'm really sorry."

Mark sighed as he laid you, unconscious, on the couch. "I know." He said. "It was my fault, though, not yours."

Ethan shifted uneasily. "I can't believe I did that..."

There was no answer. Mark smoothed your hair away from your face, wishing he could take back the last few hours. Or days. God, if he could just start over... "The first time is always the worst." He said. "The urge has probably passed now."

Ethan nodded. "Mostly. So... now what?"

Mark shrugged and sat down in another chair. "I suppose I change their memory when they wake up."

Ethan looked uncomfortable. "Are you sure that's a good idea?"

"Do you have a better one?"

"Well..." He started. "You could... not. Hear me out," He said quickly in response to Mark's glare. "They were probably going to find out anyway."

Mark shook his head and looked out the window. The sun was high in the sky at this point. "Not like this." He said. "You're right, I suppose they should... know, but this..." His gaze turned to you, sleeping fitfully on the couch with gauze taped to your neck. The wound was probably healed by now. "This isn't how they should find out."

Ethan nodded and decided not to press anymore. "Are you going to tell them?"

Mark closed his eyes. "I don't know. It's not exactly an easy conversation to have."

Ethan was well aware.

~

You woke with a start. Where were you? Whose couch was this?

"Hey, (Y/n)." Mark was sitting next to you.

Ethan's house. You were in Ethan's house. And you felt like shit. What happened last night?

Mark watched your eyes widen as you remembered.

"(Y/n)." His voice was firm now.

"Y-you-" You couldn't find your breath long enough to speak. You started to get away from him, but he grabbed your shoulder with his unnaturally strong grip and tilted your head so you were looking at him.

Ethan left the room.

A few minutes later, Ethan walked in on you and Mark sitting on the couch together talking.

"Hey, Ethan. Are you feeling better?" You asked, smiling. The gauze was gone from your neck.

"Yeah." He said, disgruntled. "I'm fine."

"Are you sure?" You asked. "You don't sound fine."

"Recovering." He looked at the ground and then walked away without another word.

Mark wrapped an arm around your shoulders. "He's had a rough morning." He explained.

"I suppose." You said. "Are you coming home yet?"

He sighed. "Yeah. I suppose." He pecked you on the cheek. "I'll meet you in the car, okay?"

You nodded and left.

"Ethan?" Mark called.

He was laying in his bed, back in his blanket burrito.

"Will you be okay here on your own?" He asked.

"I'll be fine." He said harshly.

Mark frowned. "Are you angry at me?"

Ethan sat up, only his head visible from the blankets. "It just... it feels wrong to... to change their mind like that."

"I know." Mark said. "There wasn't any other way."

Ethan frowned for a minute, then laid back down.

"Call me if you have any problems, okay?"

There was a movement in the pile of sheets and Mark assumed Ethan had nodded.

Not a minute after Mark walked in, his phone chimed. Ethan had already texted him.

Are you going to tell (Y/n)?

He shot back a reply: Maybe when I think the time's right.

The time's never right Mark this is real life not a movie

He groaned and set his phone down.

"So," You tapped Mark's chest. "Since you were gone for two days, I think you get to make dinner." You said playfully.

Mark grinned wide. He suddenly pulled you flush against him and pressed a gentle but passionate kiss to your lips. You melted into him.

"God, I missed you," He said with a twinkle in his eye. His hands began to wander as he pressed closer and kissed you again, but you pulled away.

"Dinner, Mark." You said, smiling. "I'm hungry."

He kissed you again and went to the stove. You sat down and Chica immediately demanded your attention with her nose in your lap and passionate tail wagging. You cooed and scratched her ears. Mark chuckled at you two as he worked.

"What are you laughing at?" You asked.

He smiled fondly. "I love you."

"I love you too." You chuckled.

Mark's phone dinged again. He reached across the counter and unlocked it, still mixing with his free hand.Are you going to teach me how to do that stuff? Ethan asked.

You mean like compelling? Yeah. It's my job as your sire

What if I don't want to learn? Was his quick reply.

Better to have the knowledge and not use it than need it and not have it

Ethan didn't respond for a few minutes.

I guess you're right

"Did you ever figure out what Ethan was sick with?" You asked, scrolling mindlessly through Twitter.

"Just the stomach flu or something." He shrugged, concentrating on the task at hand. "Nothing serious."

Mark worked in silence and you passed the time browsing random social media websites, scrolling past whatever politics was going on at the time.

Eventually, you were presented a plate and Mark's ridiculous French accent. "Dinner is served, madmoizelle."

"Thanks, Mark." You said. "You're lovely."

"I know." He said smugly. "I'm perfect and handsome and talented. You don't need to tell me."

"I take it back." You said, eyeing him over your fork. "You're a dork."

He feigned being deeply offended. "How dare you?"

You just laughed him off. "Did you get around to uploading a video today?" You asked.

"Uh, no. I didn't."

You rolled your eyes. "Hey, I'm busy!" He protested.

"Yeah, it's not like your fans know you have an upload schedule anyway." You teased.

He glared playfully at you as he picked at his food.

"Are you not hungry?' You asked.

He shrugged. "Not particularly. I ate Ethan's food."

You quickly finished your plate and took them both to the sink to wash, along with the pan Mark used.

You'd hardly started before Mark's arms were around your waist and he was kissing your neck.

"Mark, I have dishes to do." You said, cupping his face and getting his beard wet in the process.

He whirled you around and leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, pushing you against the counter to deepen the kiss. He had a mischievous twinkle in his eye as he pulled away, leaving you breathless.

"The dishes can wait."