Maybe a monster
Pairing: Simon Petrikov & Kid!Marceline
Simon Petrikov/Betty Grof
Summary: In an alternate universe where Simon Petrikov turned into a vampire before the mushroom war, things swiftly turn bad. Even Betty had limits, but she did her best to help him.
As the end of the world approaches, Simon is now caring for young Marceline.
Warnings: Violence, Blood, Swearing
One fucking drop of human blood on his tongue and now he can’t drink animal blood anymore. It has been a struggle returning to the animal blood that he had always used. It’s so cold… disgusting… it makes him feel weak and gross. But he has to go back to it though.
If only he wouldn't throw it up every time he drinks it.
He has spent some quality time kneeled over the porcelain bowl of a toilet as he violently throws up all of the contents of his stomach. And God, he was exhausted.
It sucks, but he can't get used to human blood. Won’t get used to it. But he needed blood that actually satisfies him.
Human blood.
No.
He needs to stick with animal blood, even if he wants something else.
He got up and slapped water on his face and then stared into his own eyes. Those cold, black eyes. They revealed no emotion, just like always. Was he a monster? Betty always tell him that he isn't.
He gripped his head, and suddenly everything became to bright and too loud and too much. The rushing water, it was like it was in his ears, in his brain. The hunger pangs are resounding through his stomach. Then he gripped the brim of the sink, focusing on his thoughts and he closed his eyes. He felt her scent of blood as she entered the room. He opend his eyes and glanced at his reflection, and there she was, staring back at him.
"The bathroom looks like a crime scene."
"I know" he scoffed
"You're unwell." She pointed out
And at that he didn't respond.
She sighed and went closer to him and he stiffened immediately "Let me help you Simon."
"No. You're not helping me like this."
“We both know you need human blood. Just this one time and when—“ Simon interrupted her “I said no.”
“What if you lose control when you’re having a interview or a seminar?” Betty asked trying to reach out to him but he stepped back “I won’t.”
“You—can’t be sure.”
“And if I drink from you, you really think you’re going to be fine afterwards? I can’t do this to you Betty. I can’t hurt you.”
“And I don’t care Simon, you need it.”
Simon's internal struggle was tearing him apart. He knew that he shouldn't drink blood from Betty, but the relentless craving had driven him to the brink. He desperately wanted it, craved the warmth of her blood coursing through his veins.
"Are you sure you want me to do this?" His voice was laced thick with worry and desire.
She was nestled comfortably under him on his bed, his form encompassing her and she was stroking his black hair.
"I told you, I want to help you. I thought I've made it clear I'm not scared of you." Betty replied defiantly.
"You should be." His voice rumbled deep in his throat.
Betty looked up into his eyes. They were different, more predatory.
He didn't meet her gaze.
"If I gain a taste for your blood, do not let me feed from you whenever the desire takes hold. Please."
"I promise." Betty smiled tenderly, bringing her hand up to delicately frame his face.
He closed his eyes, and leaned into her hand slightly. After a moment he opened his eyes and licked his lips. "This will hurt Betty, but I will try to be quick about it."
He leaned down, hovering over her exposed neck, his hot breath tickling her skin. Betty wrapped her arms around him, and closed her eyes. Suddenly, his fangs pierced her flesh, digging in deep. She gasped in pain and tightened her grip on his shirt. Simon cupped his hand under her head in reassurance. She exhaled as the pain settled in and let herself relax into Simon's embrace.
He really was trying to be gentle... but Betty's blood was so sweet... he forced himself to drink it slowly, tasting every drop thoroughly. Betty's breath came in short, enticing gasps. It made his heart tighten with desire. He wanted her, all of her, to be his.
She could feel how tenderly he was treating her, comforting her with soft squeezes every time she gasped but it still hurted like hell. He had it under control, but it still leaked through in his eyes.
His hunger soon satiated and he felt amazing.
Betty gasped as Simon's fangs suddenly slid out of her. He licked at the wound, catching stray droplets of blood with his tongue and cleaning it. He sat up then, his face flushed and his lips covered in her blood. He was panting, his eyes half-lidded. She tried to stay still, unsure of what to do as she tried not to cry anymore. His eyes widened suddenly and he looked away, covering his mouth with his hand as if in shame. He closed his eyes for a moment and swallowed. He wiped his mouth, her blood staining the back of his hand.
"I'm sorry." He broke the silence.
He turned his head to look at her. He shouldn't have agreed to this.
"Betty, darling," he uttered gently. She started hiccuping, shoulders rocking back and forth. Simon encouraged her to control her breathing. She held onto him as if for dear life.
He wiped away her tears with his thumbs. New ones came quickly to replace them. A dull heartache weighed heavy in his chest.
"My love," he said. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have—I shouldn't." he choked on his words.
"No." She shook her head "Don't say that. I helped you. That's important."
"No, I promise you I won't do this again. I promise you." he took ahold of her hands
"I would let you bite me again in a heartbeat." her cries were beginning to settle "I would do anything for you, no matter the cost." he frowned at her.
He gently pressed his forehead onto hers, and both of them closed their eyes. "You're too good for me"
He suddenly woke up from a dream, one that had haunted him for months. It was the same dream, the one where he had bitten Betty for the first time. It was like he could still feel the sweet taste of her blood, even if it was just a dream.
“Fuck," Simon muttered under his breath, his hand trembling as he touched his forehead. His heart always ached after dreaming of Betty or just thinking of her. The guilt of what he had become, what he had done to her, weighed heavily on his soul.
He glanced over at Marceline, relieved to see that she was still peacefully sleeping. His little Marcy. She was the one bright spot in his dark existence, the reason he held on to his humanity.
They have been together for just 2 months, but she had already captured his whole heart. She was too precious for this fucked up world. They had recently taken refuge in an abandoned building, the tattered remnants of a world that had once been so vibrant. Simon had draped his familiar black cloak over Marceline, creating a makeshift bed for her, while he sat nearby, keeping a watchful eye over their sanctuary. The room was filled with a haunting silence, broken only by the soft sounds of Marceline's peaceful sleep. Simon had grown used to the quiet of this new world, but his thoughts were never silent, always plagued by memories and regrets.
Simon sighed deeply, running a hand through his disheveled hair. The memories of Betty were a double-edged sword, a reminder of the love he had lost and the monster he had become. He wished he could forget, but he couldn't escape the past.
Gently, he adjusted his cloak, making sure Marceline was still covered, before settling back into his vigil. He couldn't change the past, but he could protect the future, and that meant keeping Marceline safe from the darkness that had consumed him and the world.
Notes: I’m trying to make this a series but we’ll see how this will go.
Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 3/ Part 4/Part 5/Part 6/Part 7/Part 8/Part 9/Part 10/?
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