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Pairing: Simon Petrikov & Kid!Marceline
Sunmary: Just Simon and Marcy being a wholesome father-daugther duo
Warnings: Blood
Simon and Marceline began to pack for their upcoming expedition or adventure , gathering supplies, and filling their backpacks. Simon was meticulous about it, making sure they had enough food, water, and other necessities to last them. He even added some items to Marceline's little pink backpack, which she hated for its color, but in an apocalypse, it was the best he could find.
As Simon wanted to tie up Marceline's hair into a cute hairstyle, he noticed the wooden soldier toy she had, left on the floor. Marceline's hair was getting longer, and it had started to get in the way, especially when they were on the move. As she sat down, Simon carefully gathered her hair and tried to tie it up, a task he had become surprisingly adept at. Or he thought that. He wasn’t that good actually.
He worked diligently but not without a few mishaps along the way. "Ow!" Marceline winced as Simon accidentally pulled a bit too hard on a strand of her hair. "Simonnn"
Simon chuckled softly, his hands working more gently now. "Sorry, Marcy. It's just getting a bit unruly, and we should find some scissors soon to make it easier for you." Marceline winced again as he finished tying her hair into a makeshift ponytail. "I know, but it hurts when you do it like that."
Simon patted her on the head and leaned back to admire his handiwork. Marceline's hair was now out of her face, and she looked at least a little more presentable. "There we go. You look great, Marcy.”
“Thank you.” She beamed up at him then she looked at her wooden soldier and Marcy hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether to bring it along, but ultimately decided against it.
“You aren't taking this toy with you?" Simon asked, pointing to the wooden soldier with a gentle smile.
Marceline huffed, crossing her arms. "No. You said we're coming back."
Simon nodded, recalling his promise. "Right, we are."
But when she wasn’t looking, he quietly slipped the wooden soldier into his own backpack.
With their backpacks securely on their backs, Simon and Marceline stood at the doorway, ready to venture out into the unknown. But as they were about to take that first step, Marceline hesitated, her small frame blocking the way. Her eyes welled up with tears, and she glanced back at the familiar surroundings of their makeshift home.
Simon noticed her reluctance and gently reached out, cupping her cheek in his hand. He looked into her eyes with warmth and reassurance. "Hey, Marcy, it will be okay," he murmured softly. But Marceline's emotions were overwhelming, and a few tears trickled down her cheeks. “I don’t want to leave our home.” She leaned into Simon's touch and his heart clenched as he watched her tears fall. “Oh sweetheart.”
He wrapped his arms around her small form, holding her tightly and providing a warm and comforting embrace to ease her worries. "We'll just go to a little town to find some supplies," Simon reassured her, his voice soft and soothing. "If we keep a steady pace, we'll be back here in no time." Marceline clung to him, her worries slowly dissipating under the reassurance of his words and the safety of his arms. She trusted Simon implicitly, knowing that he would always do his best to protect her.
Marceline gradually let go of Simon, her tear-stained cheeks no longer burdened by worry. He gently wiped her cheeks once more, ensuring that no traces of her earlier distress remained. He looked into her eyes with a reassuring smile. "Where's my brave girl?" he inquired, a hint of pride in his voice.
Marcy chuckled, still feeling the remnants of her anxiety. "I'm not that brave."
Simon hummed thoughtfully and continued, "You didn't say that last week. 'You were the bravest of them all,'" he mimicked her words from their past conversation and that made Marceline's giggle burst forth.
She was too good for this world. She deserved a real childhood.
Simon and Marceline ventured out of the building and made their way through the dense forest, the antiquarian holding her little hand. The silence was only interrupted by the rustling of leaves and the occasional sound of wildlife. Simon's senses remained vigilant, but he hadn't detected any signs of zombies nearby. Perhaps they had chosen a good time to set out.
“Simon, do you think we can find some clothes for Humbo?" Marcy asked, her eyes gleaming with hope as she tugged on Simon’s black cloak.
Simon smiled at her suggestion. "We could certainly try. Did you ever watch Toy Story?"
Marceline blinked in confusion. "Toy Story? What's that?"
Simon chuckled softly, realizing that the reference might not make sense in this post-apocalyptic world. "Never mind. It's just a movie about toys that come to life when humans aren't around.”
Marceline's eyes widened with wonder. "No way! Do you think Humbo does that?"
Simon grinned at her infectious enthusiasm. "Maybe. Who knows? Humbo might have his own little adventures when we're not looking."
Marceline let go of Simon's hand and brought Humbo to her eye level. She peered at the stuffed toy with an expression of earnest curiosity and playfulness. "Are you coming to life when we're not looking?" she asked, her voice filled with childlike wonder.
Of course, Humbo remained silent, as inanimate toys usually do. But Marceline wasn't deterred by his lack of response. She scrunched up her face in an adorable way, her imagination turning a simple toy into a potential participant in secret adventures, just as she had imagined.
Simon couldn't help but smile at her innocence and creativity, feeling just a bit better that he could still give her some kind of childhood "I'm not taking my eyes off you now," she declared to Humbo, as if daring him to prove her wrong.
After walking for a couple of hours, Marceline grew exhausted. Her little feet ached from the journey, and she found a comfortable spot near a tree to take a break, still holding Humbo in her hands.
She looked up at Simon with a pout and said, "My foots hurts, Simon."
Simon tsked playfully. "Feet, Marcy," he corrected her.
Marceline's eyes widened as she realized her mistake. "Sorry," she said, her voice filled with a hint of embarrassment.
Simon chuckled, ruffling her hair affectionately. "No need to apologize, dear. You're doing great. Now, let's see if you remember this one. Give me the plural for tooth."
Marceline grinned, ready to show off her knowledge. "I know this one. It’s teeth!"
Simon nodded with a proud smile. "Yep. You're a quick learner, Marcy." And then they settled under the tree for a bit, enjoying a moment of rest.
Marcy placed Humbo near the tree, her gaze occasionally darting over to the stuffed toy as if she hoped to catch it moving on its own. Simon, however, was grappling with his own internal struggle. Hunger gnawed at his insides, and his stomach ached. His vampire instincts had been triggered, and he knew he needed blood. He couldn't help but catch the scent of nearby bunnies, their warm, living blood calling to him.
His black eyes flickered toward Marceline, his sensitive vampire senses detecting again a different scent of blood coming from her. She was only half-human, and Simon had always wondered how her blood tasted. He was so sure it had an interesting aroma and it was both haunting and strangely captivating. He hadn’t had human blood in so long.
A beautiful face appeared in his mind eye, her face twisted in agony, falling to the ground.
He stood up abruptly and Simon quickly pushed those thoughts away, feeling a surge of guilt for even considering such a thing. He would never hurt Marceline.
Simon took a deep breath, forcing himself to focus on something else. He stood up and patted Marceline's head gently. "I'll be right back, Marcy. Just going to look for some food."
Marceline looked up at him, her concern evident. "You okay, Simon?" Simon managed a reassuring smile. "I'm fine, Marcy. Just need a little snack. I won't be long.”
Notes: Wrote this instead of studying. Hope you guys liked it.
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#adventure time simon#simon petrikov#vampire simon petrikov#marceline and simon#simon petrikov x reader#simon pegg#winter king#marceline#marceline anc simon#betty and simon#adventure time#adventure time alternative universe#fiona and cake#vampire simon petrikov au#petrigrof
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Pairing: Simon Petrikov & Marceline
Simon Petrikov/Betty Grof
Summary: As they approached the entrance of the town, which appeared promising at first glance, the scent of death hit Simon like a wave. The foul and putrid stench of the acidic, rotten corpses that littered the area could not be ignored. Simon's heart sank as he thought about what they might face upon entering the town. With a sigh, he tightened his grip on Marceline.
Simon ventured deeper into the woods in search of a "snack," his frustrations grew. He had lost track of the rabbits he had scented earlier, and his hunger was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore. His claws were now out, and his eyes glowed with a dangerous, deep crimson. He muttered to himself, his voice tinged with frustration, "Come on, come on. Even a bird would do the trick." Simon's anxiety had several layers. Not only did he need to satisfy his vampire urges, but he was also worried about leaving Marceline alone for too long. He was positive there weren't any zombies around, but he couldn't shake the fear of something unexpected happening while he was away.
With each step he took, Simon scratched the bark of towering oak trees with a swift and deliberate motion. He did that at every significant juncture, his claws dancing across the trees like a macabre waltz. He was doing this to that he could ensure to find his way back to Marceline.
After what felt like an eternity of searching, Simon finally picked up the scent of blood in the air. The trail led him to a group of rabbits. His predatory instincts took over as he stealthily approached them. His eyes remained locked on the small animals, and his hunger grew more urgent with each passing moment. With the quiet grace of a predator, Simon moved closer to them, his senses attuned to the sounds and scents of the creatures around him. Their cottony tails bobbing as they hopped through the underbrush, so cute yet so naive. His stomach ached, and the cravings for blood grew stronger with each heartbeat. With a burst of supernatural speed, Simon moved like a shadow, his form a blur as he closed in on the unsuspecting rabbitS. In an instant, he took just one in his grasp. "Easy there, buddy," Simon whispered to the rabbit, his fangs barely visible as he gently sank them into the creature's neck. It was a swift and merciful end, and he drained the blood from the animal. As he savored the crimson warmth flowing into him, his eyes glowed brighter, and the rabbit went limp in his grasp. The metallic taste of blood tingled on his tongue, filling him with a strange mix of pleasure and remorse. He relished the sensation, his body quivering with satisfaction. When he had drained the last drop, he wiped the corners of his mouth with his hand, smearing the rabbit's blood across his pale skin. Stains of scarlet against the alabaster backdrop were a reminder of the predator within him, a living testament to his inescapable nature.
When he finally released the lifeless body, Simon froze. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt as he watched the still form, a reminder of the creature he had taken the life from.
Blood had stained his hands and clothes, the metallic scent of it thick in the air. He had held her form tightly, the fragile woman he had cherished.
Tears welled up in his eyes as he snapped out of it. With a shuddering exhale, Simon fought to pull himself together, pushing the painful memories back into the recesses of his mind. He wiped his face, erasing any trace of what he had done. He wouldn’t want Marcy to find out what he really is.
His now black eyes scanned the area, and he spotted another rabbit, this one alive, and seemingly healthy. Thinking of Marceline, he thought it might be a nice gesture to bring her a live bunny, thinking she might find it cute and perhaps even keep it as a pet for awhile. As he approached the rabbit, he reached out to gently capture it, but the creature began to struggle and kick its paws wildly in his grasp. Simon, of course, had no intention of letting the rabbit escape. His fingers tightened, but he held the bunny as gently as he could, his remorse and conflicted emotions returning. For a moment, he stared at the frightened creature, his thoughts torn between satisfying his vampiric nature and wanting to bring Marcy a gift. In the end, his bond with Marceline and his love for her prevailed, and he carefully tucked the rabbit against his chest, planning to bring it back as a present.
The lively rabbit squirmed and wiggled, its little paws flailing, and it even attempted to nip at Simon's hand. The creature was clearly terrified and determined to escape.
Simon held the bunny securely, trying to soothe it with gentle words. "Settle down," he murmured softly, "I won't drink from you too." The rabbit, of course, had no way of understanding his words and continued to struggle. Simon couldn't help but offer a somewhat mischievous comment, "At least not yet."
As he looked at the creature, he couldn't deny its cuteness, and he was aware that it would only be a temporary pet. Their situation remained precarious, and they were still running low on food. The other bunny he had previously drained of blood was no longer suitable for eating, as he had taken every last drop, leaving the poor animal looking like a deflated plum. Simon knew that this second bunny would eventually serve as a source of nourishment when the time came, providing a meal that Marceline desperately needed. But he grappled with the decision of whether or not to tell Marcy the true purpose of their new pet. He didn't want to upset or frighten her, knowing that the revelation would be difficult for the young half-demon girl to process.
With the spirited rabbit still squirming in his grasp, Simon retraced the path through the forest, occasionally glancing at the trees he had scratched to ensure he could find his way back. The little creature, determined to escape, had enough of being held and decided to give Simon a small bite. He looked at the rabbit, his black eyes reflecting both amusement and affection. "Nice try."
Simon's vampiric nature ensured that the bite healed quickly, and in just a couple of seconds, there was no trace of the wound. He chuckled softly and continued, "But I've had worse, little friend.”
Simon returned to the spot where he had left Marceline, only to find her missing. Panic set in as he spotted Hambo near a tree, her little pink backpack abandoned on the ground. The unmistakable scent of her unique blood filled the air. "Marceline?!" Simon called out, the fear and concern evident in his voice, but he received no response.
His heart pounding with worry, he began to follow the scent of her blood, hoping that she was nearby. He called out once more, this time with a sense of desperation, and to his relief, he heard a giggle from above. Simon looked up and saw Marceline perched in a tree.
His heart dropped, a mix of relief and frustration washing over him. Marceline's mischievous giggle echoed through the woods, and it was clear that she had been hiding from him. While he was relieved to see her safe, he couldn't help but feel annoyed.
“Marceline, don’t do that. You scared me half to death.” The concern in his voice was evident as he got closer to the tree.
Marceline's sweet laughter filled the air as she responded, "Sorry, Simon!" Her playful demeanor made it difficult for him to stay upset with her for long.
“Marcy, why don’t you come dow—“ As Simon began to express his worry, she interrupted him with excitement. "What is that?" She was referring to the rabbit he had cradled in his hands.
“It's a bunny," Simon replied, still feeling the lingering adrenaline from the scare she had given him. Marceline's eyes widened, and a fanged smile spread across her face. The sight of the rabbit ignited her enthusiasm, and she practically bounced in the tree. "A bunny! Can we keep it, Simon? Please?" Her wide, hopeful eyes looked down at him as she held onto a branch.
“We’ll keep it for awhile, Marcy” Simon smiled at her.
Marceline's excitement was palpable, but her enthusiasm waned slightly when she heard Simon's words. "Just for a while?"
Simon couldn't help but smirk, trying to make a playful deal. "We'll keep it longer if you come down now." The prospect of keeping the bunny for a more extended period was enticing to Marceline, and she immediately began making her way down from the tree. However, in her haste, she nearly slipped. Simon held his breath in worry, but Marceline managed to regain her footing and cling to a branch. With a bit of relief in her voice, she declared, "I'm okay!"
Simon couldn't help but catch a stronger scent of Marceline's blood suddenly and saw how she had scratched herself slightly, probably when she was coming down. She now safely descended from the tree, her excitement over their new pet evident. She approached Simon with a bright smile and declared, "I'll call him Nivens!"
Simon handed the rabbit to her, but then he noticed the sizable scratch on her arm. It wasn’t that bad, but it still worried him.
He gently held her back when she wanted ro run towards Hambo and said, "Now hold on, little lady. You're bleeding." Marceline was surprised by the revelation. "Where?" she asked, looking around in confusion, unaware of the injury she had sustained in her enthusiasm. Simon carefully examined her arm. "Right here," he pointed out, gently touching the small wound to demonstrate. "It's not too bad, but we should clean it up." He knew the importance of tending to even minor wounds in their world, where infections could be deadly. Tears welled up in Marceline's eyes as she looked at the scratch, her fear of potential scarring causing her distress. Simon chuckled, trying to ease her worries as the rabbit began to fuss in her arms.
"Don't tell me you'll cry because of this little scratch," he teased gently. "You were literally fine just moments ago."
Marceline's lip quivered, and she protested, "Well, I didn't know I got hurt! I don't want to have a scar!"
Simon couldn't help but be amused by her concern. He assured her with a smile, "Hey, it's going to be okay. I'll help you clean it up, and you'll be good as new. No scarring, I promise."
Marceline sat near the tree where her backpack lay, still looking somewhat worried about the small scratch. Simon took off his own backpack, rummaging through it to find a little bandage and a small bottle of oxygenated water. They didn't have many medical supplies, but it would have to do.
He walked over to her, showing her the bandage and the bottle of water. "Come on, Marcy. It's not going to hurt," he reassured her with a gentle smile. He understood her concerns, but he was determined to take care of her and ensure that the injury didn't cause any lasting harm. With care and precision, he began to clean and bandage the small scratch on her arm, all the while speaking to her in soothing tones. Marceline watched him with a mix of relief and affection, grateful for his presence and his commitment to keeping her safe, no matter the circumstances.
With the small bandage now securely in place on her arm, Marceline sniffled and looked up at Simon, asking, "How do I look?"
Simon couldn't help but smile as he ruffled her hair affectionately. "Badass," he replied with a hint of pride in his voice. Marceline's eyes lit up with happiness at Simon’s words and his heart felt so full. Simon then gently touched Marceline's shoulder and said, "But please, do not climb trees on your own again. What if you broke something instead?"
Marceline, her eyes still glistening with emotions, nodded and replied, "I'm sorry, Simon."
He smiled softly and reassured her, "It's okay, dear.”
The rabbit in her arms wiggled again, and Marceline held it a little tighter and the antiquarian smiled. He was so lucky to have her.
Simon and Marceline stood up, Marcy still with Nivens cradled in her arms and both of them made their way back to where her backpack was. She settled down on the ground and Simon raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything. The small creature seemed to be enjoying the attention, playfully tapping her with its tiny paws. Marceline giggled at the rabbit’s playful antics. At least Nivens was more comfortable with her than with him.
Marceline began rummaging through her backpack, trying to see if she could make a little space for Nivens. She gently set the bunny down on a few items she had pulled out and Simon was so sure he will need to run after the rabbit, but to his surprise, Nivens didn’t move. Marceline then asked it questions in her sweet childlike voice “Do you have a family?” she inquired, her eyes filled with curiosity.
Well, that rabbit sure had a family.
The bunny, of course, didn’t respond, but that didn’t deter Marceline. She continued, her tone comforting and understanding “It’s not a problem if you don’t have a family. I didn’t either. But now I have Simon! ”
His sweet Marcy.
She carefully placed Nivens into her backpack, and to their surprise, the bunny was incredibly chill about the whole situation. It seemed perfectly content, nestled among her belongings. Marceline picked up Hambo again, and Simon thought that she would cradle him, but Marcy gave it to him instead.
Right.
Simon looked around and said, "Now come on, we don't want the sun to go down and for us to still be in the forest." Marceline nodded with determination. "No, we do not," she agreed with a smile on her face.
As night approached, they found themselves getting closer to the town they intended to reach. Marceline, however, began to whine about her sore feet once more, and it was clear that she was exhausted.
Simon decided to give her a break and he picked her up, even though it meant carrying two backpacks, one with their supplies and the other with the bunny they had named Nivens. Marceline, with Hambo clutched tightly in her arms, quickly grew comfortable and soon fell asleep in Simon's arms.
Marcy, deep in her slumber, snored softly and drooled a little on Simon's shoulder. Her innocent vulnerability was a reminder of her youth, and despite the inconveniences, he cherished the moments like this. Her peaceful rest was a priority, and he didn't mind a bit of drool or snoring if it meant she got a good night's sleep.
As they approached the entrance of the town, which appeared promising at first glance, the scent of death hit Simon like a wave. The foul and putrid stench of the acidic, rotten corpses that littered the area could not be ignored. Simon's heart sank as he thought about what they might face upon entering the town. With a sigh, he tightened his grip on Marceline.
Fucking hell.
Notes: I’M TRYING TO WRITE BUT SCHOOL IS HELL FOR ME. (Will try to update as much as I can though) Hope you liked this chapter! It’s still fluff so🤷 As usual, if you guys have any idea (wether it includes Betty, Marcy or Simon) I’m more than happy to hear them!😁
Oh right, since next chapter we’re probably back with Betty and Simon, do you guys want to find out about his first kill?😎
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#vampire simon petrikov#marceline anc simon#marceline and simon#betty and simon#simon petrikov#adventure time alternative universe#adventure time betty#adventure time simon#adventure time#fiona and cake#fionna the human#fionna and cake#adventure time fionna#vampire simon petrikov au#petrigrof
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Pairing: Simon Petrikov/Betty Grof
Simon Petrikov & Marceline
Summary: Marceline looked up at Simon with a hopeful expression, her eyes filled with a child's longing for comfort. "At least stay with me until I fall asleep," she pleaded.
Simon's heart melted as he took her little hand in his, the contrast between their sizes a poignant reminder of how fragile she was. "Of course, sweetheart,"
In the eerie silence of the abandoned town, Simon, could still smell the unmistakable stench of decay in the air. The once bustling streets of the town were now littered with signs of a post-apocalyptic world. He could sense a horde of zombies lurking nearby, but Simon's primary concern was Marcy.
Cradling the sleeping child in his arms, Simon hesitated. The chilling thought of something happening to Marcy sent shivers down his spine. Everything could go wrong, especially with the zombies that lurked somewhere within.
Gently, he brushed a lock of hair from her dirt-smudged face and whispered, "Hey, Marcy, it's time to wake up.” Her sleepy eyes blinked open, a small yawn escaping her as Simon carefully put her down. "Why are we whispering?" she asked, still a bit drowsy.
Simon whispered back “Because there are monsters lurking around. Can you be quiet like a little mouse for me?"
Marceline's eyes widened with fear. "We shouldn't go into the town then." Simon kneeled down, taking her hand in his “We shouldn’t, but we need to find supplies.”
She bit her lip, clearly torn between her fear and their necessity for provisions. Marceline whined, "Simon..."
“It'll be okay. We did fine back in the city. Is a little town going to scare us?"
Marceline nodded and said with a hint of determination, "Yes?" Simon couldn't help but look worried, though he didn't voice his concerns. Instead, he reassured her with a gentle smile. "Marcy, as long as I'm here, nothing will ever happen to you."
Marceline, with her wide, innocent eyes, asked with genuine concern, "But what about you?"
Simon smiled gently and said, "I'll be just fine."
Marceline, however, remained concerned and expressed her fear. "What if you get bit and transform into a monster like them? We should go back—"
I’m already a monster.
Simon interrupted her with a uneasy tone. "Marcy, we barely have anything left, and it's almost night. We need to find a little house where we can spend the night."
Marceline, still uncertain but willing to trust Simon's judgment, whispered, "Okay..." She took his hand, and together they approached the entrance of the town. To their relief, there didn't appear to be any zombies in sight, at least for the time being.
As they cautiously entered the town, the eerie silence was broken only by the distant groans of the undead. Simon couldn't help but feel a sense of dread washing over him. Marcy’s wide, innocent eyes stared up at him, seeking reassurance. He offered her a weak smile, hoping to mask his own fear.
They moved stealthily through the deserted streets, avoiding the wandering zombies. Simon's enhanced senses helped him detect potential threats before they got too close. His thoughts raced as he sought a safe haven for his little Marcy.
In the distance, they spotted a seemingly promising house, its windows barricaded and its door tightly shut.
Maybe they could get in.
As they cautiously made their way towards the house, their footsteps muffled by the debris-strewn streets, they suddenly halted behind an alley wall. Their hearts raced as they witnessed a human in the distance, a desperate soul fleeing from three relentless zombies. Simon tightened his grip on the Marceline’s hand, silently urging her to be as quiet as possible.
Simon swiftly pulled the little girl closer, shielding her ears with his cool, unyielding hand. "Shh," he whispered, his voice gentle but firm, trying to comfort her despite the danger surrounding them.
Tears welled up in Marceline's eyes as she watched the terrifying spectacle before her. The relentless pursuit and the agonizing screams were almost too much for her fragile heart to bear. She wanted to cry out in fear but held it in, fearing it might attract unwanted attention. Seeing the tears in her eyes, Simon gently kissed her forehead, his lips cold against her warm skin. He wrapped his arms around her, bringing her even closer and pressing her face into his chest, effectively shielding her from the horrifying scene. He whispered soothingly, "It's going to be okay, sweetheart. We'll stay quiet, and they won't find us. I promise."
Simon watched in somber silence as the man, who was now cornered by the relentless zombies, let out a heart-wrenching scream of agony. His grip on his little girl tightened even more, the worry etching lines of concern on his face. It was a stark reminder that, despite his vampire nature, Simon was not immune to the dangers that lurked in this world. Contrary to the popular belief fueled by stories and films, vampires weren't dead; they were very much alive. The threat of infection was real, and he had to be cautious to avoid becoming one of them.
With his enhanced senses, Simon could hear the sickening sounds of tearing flesh and the gurgling growls of the zombies as they closed in on their prey. It was a harsh reality that he had to face, that even as a vampire, he was vulnerable to the horrors of this post-apocalyptic world.
Simon gently wiped away Marceline's tears with the back of his hand, offering her a reassuring smile as he whispered, "We're going to be alright, my dear." Their determination remained unshaken as they pressed forward, reaching the sturdy-looking house after the zombies had moved on. The door was closed, but that was only a temporary obstacle. Simon applied just enough force to push it open without making a sound, revealing a dark and quiet interior.
His heightened senses detected no immediate threats or any sign of recent occupants. The silence within was almost eerie, but in this world, eerie was often better than the alternative.
Simon examined their surroundings. The place, although showing signs of recent habitation, looked relatively untouched. It could mean that someone had sought refuge here before, or that there might be others lurking in this desolate town. Simon hoped fervently that if there were any other survivors, they wouldn't return and claim the shelter they had just entered.
Marceline, still shaken by the recent events, gingerly made her way into the house and sat down, hugging her knees close to her chest. She couldn't shake the haunting images of the man's desperate struggle with the zombies. Simon's comforting presence had helped, but the fear still lingered. The ex-antiquarian began to barricade the door with whatever he could find in the house. The windows were already fortified, a sign that someone had indeed sought refuge here before. With a mix of furniture and other materials, he made sure that the entryway was as secure as possible.
Once he was satisfied with the makeshift fortifications, he turned to check on Marceline. Seeing her trembling form, he knelt beside her, offering a reassuring smile. "We're safe for now, my dear," he whispered. "Take a deep breath. We'll stay here until it's safe to move on. And we'll get through this, I promise."
She reached down to her backpack and took a peek inside, making sure Nivens, their newfound pet bunny, was okay. The little rabbit huddled in the bag, its nose twitching as it adapted to its new surroundings. Simon noticed Marceline's gaze on the bunny and offered a comforting smile.
"Nivens is fine." she reassured Simon.
He really thought that the rabbit would have suffocated in the backpack. Not that he wanted that, God no.
Simon hummed in agreement, observing the rabbit nestled in the bag. He even left the backpack slightly open to ensure that the animal could properly breathe. Nivens should be thankful.
Marceline gently scooped Nivens into her arms, cradling the bunny with care. Simon raised an eyebrow at her and asked, "Don't you want Hambo?"
Marceline shook her head, her fanged smile returning. "No, I want Nivens," she replied, content with her new furry friend.
Simon, after looking for a moment at Marceline, got up and silently made his way to the kitchen, searching for any supplies they might need. As he rummaged through the cabinets and drawers, he was relieved to find some bandages and other first-aid materials. It wasn’t much but he at least it was something.
Just as he was examining the meager medical supplies, Marceline entered the kitchen, holding Nivens in her arms and the bunny didn’t fuss. It didn’t squirm and also didn’t wiggle in her grasp like the bunny did when Simon was holding him. Okay Nivens.
Her eyes were filled with a mixture of hope and worry. "Any food?" she inquired, her voice soft and longing.
Simon sighed, his expression apologetic. "Unfortunately, no, dear," he replied. "It seems like this place has been picked clean of food. Let's search the bedroom next. There might be something there we can use."
Marceline nodded, still clutching Nivens tightly, and followed Simon as they ventured deeper into the house.
Simon cautiously pushed open the bedroom door, and to his relief, he found a bed. Marceline's eyes widened with excitement, and a smile crept onto her face at the sight of the inviting bed. It had been a long time since she had the luxury of sleeping in a real bed. While Marceline settled onto it, Simon continued to search the room for any supplies they could use. But he was met with disappointment, as there was very little to be found. However, he did come across a solitary vitamin bar, which he retrieved and offered to Marceline.
With a grateful smile, she took the vitamin bar from Simon and started eating it. After a few bites, she paused and looked up at him. "Don't you want to eat too?" she asked, her voice filled with concern.
Simon shook his head and replied, "No, I already did."
Marceline, with narrowed eyes and a hint of suspicion, looked at Simon. "What did you eat, Simon?" she inquired, her curiosity piqued.
Simon hesitated for a moment but then decided to tell her a white lie, albeit with a bit of humor. "Remember the snack I had in the forest?" he asked.
Marceline furrowed her brows, her memory trying to recollect the details. "I didn't see you eat it. So I don't know if you're telling the truth."
With a mischievous chuckle, Simon admitted, "I ate worms, really liked those."
Marceline couldn't help but giggle at his unexpected response. "Ewww," she exclaimed with a playful grin, her worry momentarily replaced by amusement.
Marceline was about to continue her playful interrogation of Simon, but her attention was suddenly diverted. Nivens, her rabbit she had placed on the bed earlier, had hopped again and made a move toward her vitamin bar.
"Hey! This is mine," she scolded him gently, though a smile played on her lips. "You need to ask if you want a piece of it too." She held the vitamin bar closer to herself, as if trying to share a treat with the animal. Simon shook his head in amusement, still trying to indulge the little girl's playfulness, but then something caught his eye. His gaze shifted toward the window, and he noticed a glint.
Something had blinked in the fading light.
"Wait a moment," he said, rising from his spot. He approached the window, and there, on the windowsill, he found a key. He picked it up, examining it closely. "Uh, maybe it was from this bedroom door." With the key in his hand, he approached the bedroom door and inserted it into the lock. To their surprise, it turned smoothly, and the door clicked open.
Okay, that’s good. Amazing even.
Simon went quickly to his backpack, retrieving a warm blanket, and returned to the bedroom where Marceline was already lying in the bed, Nivens nestled near her. He tucked her in, making sure she was comfortable and warm.
As he smoothed down the blanket, he hesitated, looking down at the little girl. "Last chance for me to go get Hambo," he offered, referring to her cherished stuffed toy.
Marceline, with a smile, held onto Nivens, her current companion. "No, I want Nivens," she replied, her loyalty to her current cuddly friend evident.
Simon leaned down to kiss her forehead, his voice soft and reassuring. "Alright. Now listen up, little lady. I'm going to search for supplies, and I'll lock this bedroom door, but I won't fully barricade the principal door. Under no circumstances will you open this door, okay?"
Marceline nodded and replied, "Okay, Simon... but is it a good idea to go out when it's night?"
Simon's smile was filled with warmth and confidence. "I'll be fine, Marceline." She gazed up at him with a mixture of trust and concern. "Promise me," she implored.
“I promise," he said, his vow filled with sincerity.
Marceline looked up at Simon with a hopeful expression, her eyes filled with a child's longing for comfort. "At least stay with me until I fall asleep," she pleaded.
Simon's heart melted as he took her little hand in his, the contrast between their sizes a poignant reminder of how fragile she was. "Of course, sweetheart," he assured her, his voice gentle and caring. He settled down next to her on the bed, sitting at the edge with his hand still holding hers. His cool, gentle touch began to stroke her hair, a soothing and comforting gesture that gradually eased her worries.
Marceline's eyelids grew heavy, and as Simon continued to stroke her hair, the combination of warmth, comfort, and the soothing rhythm of his touch gradually lulled her into a deep and peaceful slumber.
Simon carefully slipped out of the room, taking extra precautions not to wake her. Once outside the bedroom, he quietly locked the door and slid the key beneath it, ensuring that it was safe inside with Marceline.
Moving swiftly and silently, like a shadow in the night, Simon gathered his backpack and carefully, he removed items, setting them aside, and reorganizing what they had. Their limited resources were precious, and any new supplies they could gather would be essential for their survival. Then he retrieved the items he had used to barricade the principal door. With ‘expert’ precision, he left just enough space for himself to reenter the house, should the need arise.
Simon moved with the grace and silence of a seasoned predator as he made his way through the town. Every step was calculated, and he stayed low to the ground, his senses sharp and vigilant. He encountered zombies along the way, their groans and shuffling movements a constant threat, but he skillfully avoided them, slipping through the shadows undetected.
He remembered the little market he had glimpsed when he first entered the town. It seemed like a promising place to scavenge for supplies so that’s where he was going.
Simon's heart sank as he came across the gruesome scene of two zombies feasting on a freshly fallen victim. The sight and the sounds made him feel sick, but he knew he couldn't afford to be distracted by revulsion. His sole purpose was to find food for Marceline, and he had to press on.
With a grim determination, Simon extended his sharp claws, a precautionary measure for self-defense. He truly didn't want to engage in violence if it could be avoided, especially with these zombies. They seemed to be more aggressive.
The supermarket was tantalizingly close, just within reach, and he knew he needed to keep his presence hidden and silent. With a final deep breath, he continued his stealthy approach towards the source of much-needed supplies for Marceline.
You can do it Simon. Come on, you’re a fucking vampire for God’s sake.
Simon approached the supermarket with great caution, and as he neared the entrance, he detected a strong smell of decay and acid, a clear indication that zombies were lurking nearby. He knew he had to be careful and silent. Silently, he pushed open the door, its rusty hinges creaking only faintly. Simon stepped into the dimly lit interior, and to his immense relief, he found an abundance of supplies. The shelves were stocked with cereals, canned food, water, and everything he needed to ensure Marceline's well-being.
Quickly, he began to gather the supplies, carefully filling his backpack to the brim.
And then a zombie charged out of the nowhere.
Simon didn’t have to think twice. He reacted, throwing himself at it with a force that knocks them both into the floor— Simon scrambled to end up on top, locking his thighs and knees around the zombie’s waist, keeping it down. He wrapped his hands around its misshapen head, digged his claws in and squeezed with all his might.
The zombie keened in outrage and Simon answered with a bellowing snarl. “Fuck you. Fuck all of you!”
His arms didn’t shake even from how much force he’s exerted, force that’s but surely caving the zombie’s skull in. Simon didn’t let go, not until its skull finally yielded to his strength and the body under him went still.
As he caught his breath, he heard sniffling in the distance, a sound that didn't belong to a zombie. Perplexed, he moved closer to the source of the cries, his heart pounding in his chest. When he finally reached the source, he stopped abruptly, his eyes widening in surprise.
Before him was a little boy, trembling and crying. Simon felt a rush of empathy as he knelt down and spoke gently, "Oh, it's okay. I—I won't hurt you." He extended a reassuring hand after he retracted his claws in.
The little boy, still trembling and tearful, moved further into the corner, clearly frightened. Simon carefully maintained his distance, not wanting to make the child any more uncomfortable.
"Hey, don't worry," Simon said in a soothing tone, trying to make himself seem less intimidating. "What's your name?"
For a moment, the boy didn't respond, but Simon persisted, "Are you lost? Do you have any parents or a—uh, a group you're with?" In a low, timid voice, the boy finally replied, "No." His answer was filled with vulnerability, and Simon felt a surge of concern for this young child, alone and defenseless.
Simon continued to speak gently, assuring the frightened boy, "It's okay. Everything's fine."
Slowly, the child turned his tearful gaze towards Simon, their eyes meeting. Simon offered a warm, reassuring smile, and the boy, seeming to sense that he meant no harm, cautiously approached him.
After a while, when some of the fear had subsided, the child finally spoke, his voice quivering. "Ethan," he said softly. Simon smiled at the introduction, his heart aching for the young boy who had experienced so much in this unforgiving world. "Ethan," he repeated, "That's a beautiful name. Mine’s Simon."
As Ethan stood up, Simon noticed his wince of pain, and he immediately grew concerned. "Are you hurt?" he asked, his eyes focusing on the boy's leg. He gently moved the fabric of the pants slightly higher to get a better look, trying to assess the extent of any injuries. However, the moment Simon touched him, Ethan's fear flared up, and he cried out, "No! Don't touch me!"
Simon quickly withdrew his hand, but his gaze remained on the boy’s leg.
Ethan tried to quickly cover his leg, Simon’s eyes narrowing. There, on Ethan's leg, was a bite mark—a gruesome reminder of this cruel world.
Simon's eyes immediately turned red as the harsh reality set in. He had seen this scenario before, and he knew what the bite meant. His voice was heavy with regret as he spoke to Ethan, "You're infected."
The boy inhaled sharply, his young face contorted with fear and despair. "Please, don't kill me!" he pleaded, his voice trembling. "I don't—I don't want to die."
Simon's mind raced as he grappled with the difficult decision before him. He couldn't bring himself to harm a child, but he also understood the dire consequences if Ethan were to transform into a zombie. It wasn't just a matter of cruelty; there was a potential danger to others if he allowed that to happen.
As he looked at Ethan's face, he saw Marceline’s for a second, and it tugged at his heartstrings. He grimaced, the weight of the decision heavy on his shoulders.
He couldn't bring himself to harm a child, especially one who had already endured so much.
But at the same time..
Ethan, in a desperate plea, ran to him and hugged his legs tightly. Tears streamed down the child's face as he clung to Simon, his voice breaking. "Please, I don't want to die. I just... I—" Simon's heart ached as he looked down at the young boy who was, in that moment, more terrified child than potential threat.
Simon continued to hold Ethan, who clung to his legs in fear, his young heart racing. He gently stroked the boy's hair with one hand, offering a comforting touch. “It’s going to be okay Ethan.” But with his other hand, hidden from the boy’s view, Simon cautiously extended his sharp claws.
Notes: Hope you liked this. As usual, if you have any thoughts for this chapter or ideas, I’m more than happy to hear them out. Hopefully you guys like this fanfiction so far(I’m so scared lmao).
Next chapter we’re back with Betty and Simon. <3
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Aaaa, posted chapter 15 for ‘Maybe a monster’
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Maybe a monster
Pairing: Simon Petrikov/Betty Grof
Simon Petrikov & Kid!Marceline
Summary: Simon's brows furrowed slightly. "Noah didn't bring them this time," he mentioned casually, revealing an unexpected insight.
Betty paused in her tracks, a bit surprised. "Well, no, how did you—"
Simon rubbed his tired eyes, his senses gradually sharpening. "Didn't feel his scent lingering this time."
One evening, as the clock neared 20:00, Betty was in the kitchen, preparing dinner. The aroma of her cooking filled the air, but she was so engrossed in her task that she didn't notice Simon's silent entry. He was in his pajamas, looking a bit disheveled, and he hadn't put on his glasses yet.
Simon's eyes fell on the blood bags that were neatly arranged on the kitchen counter, and he couldn't help but scoff slightly at the sight. Simon's voice immediately startled her as she turned around, a mixture of surprise and relief in her eyes. "Oh. You scared me, Simon."
Simon scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. "I'm sorry," he mumbled “That wasn’t my intention.”
Betty's smile was warm and understanding. "It's alright. I didn't expect you to wake up so soon." She knew how difficult this transition was for him. Simon still found himself struggling to adapt to his new life. He missed the warm embrace of the sun, the chirping of birds, and the feeling of being fully alive.
Betty was really happy that Simon finally started to sleep, even if he began sleeping during the day and their paths often diverged. She still pushed herself to stay awake until midnight, that is until she felt like her eyes were closing on their own. She felt like they didn’t spend a lot of time together now and it broke her heart a little. Simon also knew how much she sacrificed to accommodate his new needs and words could not express how greatful he was to even have her in his life. But he also yearned for more time together, for their conversations, their laughter, and the simple comfort of being in each other's presence.
Simon approached Betty and wrapped his arms around her, resting his head on top of hers. "At least I'm starting to sleep full days," he said, his voice a mixture of exhaustion and relief. At least I’m starting to sleep.
Betty gently kissed his jawline, her affection unwavering. "If you're hungry, there are some blood bags in the fridge or on the counter," she offered. That was another problem for Simon. It was especially difficult for him to accept his need for blood, now that he wasn’t actively starved like he was in the organization. They had tried to break him, Betty realized this early on. Now that he was free and no longer tortured, he couldn't shake the feeling of guilt and wrongness that came with drinking blood.
What she didn’t know if Tiffany really tried to help Simon. It felt like she just wanted him to lose control, so that they could end him right there and then.
Simon's brows furrowed slightly. "Noah didn't bring them this time," he mentioned casually, revealing an unexpected insight.
Betty paused in her tracks, a bit surprised. "Well, no, how did you—“
Simon rubbed his tired eyes, his senses gradually sharpening. "Didn't feel his scent lingering this time."
Betty couldn't help but smile slightly, proud of his progress. "Right," she replied.
Betty observed Simon, noticing he showed no inclination towards drinking the blood bags. "Why don't you help me?" she suggested, hoping to distract him.
Simon perked up, glad for the diversion. "Okay, with what?" he asked, eager to be of assistance.
Betty leaned in, kissing the corner of his lips tenderly. "Cut me some carrots and onions, please," she requested with a smile.
Simon's lips curved into a mischievous smile, inadvertently revealing his fangs. "Yes, ma’am," he replied playfully, a touch of his newfound vampiric nature showing through.
Betty rolled her eyes affectionately. "Maybe it would be a good idea to take your glasses first," she pointed out, chuckling at his forgetfulness.
Simon chuckled in return. "Right, to be honest, I really thought being transformed into a vampire would cure my myopia," he admitted.
Betty just smiled and playfully shrugged as Simon left the kitchen to retrieve his glasses from the nightstand in their bedroom. As he walked into their room, his gaze was drawn to a framed photo of the two of them during an expedition. It was a moment frozen in time, one where Simon had started to realize just how deeply he loved Betty. The memory of that adventure, with its shared laughter and the challenges they faced together, had a special place in his heart.
With a wistful smile, he picked up his glasses, briefly tracing the outline of the frame as he sighed. But soon Betty's voice echoed from the kitchen, breaking his reverie. "Please do not get lost in our labyrinth of a home, Simon!" she called out with a hint of playful exasperation in her tone.
Chuckling at her playful remark, Simon replied, "I'm coming!" He quickly put on his glasses and he made his way back to the kitchen to join her.
Betty was rummaging through the kitchen cabinets, searching for some ingredients she needed as Simon entered the kitchen again. As she was deep in thought, trying to find what she was looking for, Simon moved quietly behind her. He couldn't resist the urge to express his affection, so he gently kissed her hair as he passed by.
A warm smile graced Betty's face as she felt the tender kiss. She turned to find Simon already at the cutting board, ready to chop the carrots. Her eyes met his, and in that moment, her heart swelled with love and admiration for the man who had become her fiancé. “You’re so corny.”
Simon's heart, too, skipped a beat as he saw the adoration in Betty's eyes. “And you aren’t?”
“Never said I wasn’t.”
Simon shoke his head and then started to chop some carrots, the rhythmic sound of the knife against the cutting board filling the kitchen. Betty had moved on to washing some dishes as she engaged in a casual conversation with him."I was thinking of making some cookies after this. Thoughts?" Betty asked, her tone lighthearted and inquisitive.
Simon's smile widened as he glanced over at her. "You know I will never say no to cookies. Or chocolate, in fact," he responded.
Betty chuckled as she continued with the dishes. "That's exactly what I wanted to hear," she replied with a playful tone, appreciating Simon's enthusiasm.
Simon soon finished chopping the carrots, and he went to put on some music. He chose Betty's favorite song, knowing how much she loved it. The familiar melody filled the kitchen, and Betty couldn't help but smile as she heard the first notes. "Yes, I literally love you," she quipped, her heart filled with warmth.
Simon feigned surprise, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Just for me putting on your favorite song? Those are some low standards, Ms. Grof," he teased.
"If you put it like that..." Betty started, her voice trailing off with a playful tone as she stopped the water running from the tap. She didn't bother wiping her wet hands and instead moved toward Simon with a glint of mischief in her eyes. It was clear she had something in mind.
Betty took Simon's hands into her own and asked with a twinkle in her eye, "May I have this dance?" Her voice was filled with warmth and affection.
Simon raised an eyebrow, a hint of humor dancing in his eyes. "Shouldn't I be the one to ask you that?" he responded with a sly smile.
Betty chuckled softly as she pulled him closer, her hands still wet. "Well, you didn't," she pointed out, not giving in to his teasing so easily.
Simon couldn't help but laugh at her determination. "You didn't wipe your hands again," he remarked with a playful grin.
Betty didn't waste any more time on words. With a warm smile, she simply said, "Shush now and dance with me."
And Simon didn’t say anything after that.
Betty couldn't resist the inviting rhythm, and she still held Simon's hands, leading him to the center of the room. Her laughter echoed, a melody more entrancing than the music itself. With each step, her heart quickened, a rhythm Simon found irresistible. As they swayed, Betty guided, her energy infectious and her joy contagious and Simon couldn't help but revel in the beauty of it.
Simon had never been much of a dancer, but he was determined to keep up with Betty's quick rhythm. With her in the lead, they twirled and swayed in perfect harmony. As they continued to dance, Betty's breathing quickened, and Simon could tell that she was nearing the end of her stamina. He held her closer, making sure she didn't falter as the music picked up its pace. With each passing beat, their movements became more exhilarating, and Betty's laughter turned into joyous gasps.
Finally, as the song reached its crescendo, the music came to an end, and they both stopped in the center of the kitchen. Betty leaned against Simon, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her cheeks flushed with excitement. She put her head on his chest, listening to the reassuring rhythm of his beating heart.
Simon gently stroked her hair and pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head. He could feel her heart gradually returning to its normal pace. He looked down at Betty with a fond smile and whispered, "You're incredible, you know that?"
Betty looked up at him, her eyes filled with love and a playful glint. "Well, I did have a great dance partner," she replied with a hint of mischief in her voice.
Simon chuckled softly and held her even closer. "No, it's you, Betty. You make every moment feel so alive and full of joy.”
Betty's laughter filled the room once again, and she lifted her head from his chest to meet his gaze. "And you make me feel more alive than ever, Simon." They shared a tender kiss, reaffirming their love in that quiet kitchen. Simon and Betty's kiss deepened, a shared passion and longing that could only be described as true love. But just as their embrace intensified, the distant sound of a kitchen appliance interrupted the moment.
Betty had left a pot unattended for too long, and it now demanded her immediate attention. She pulled away from the kiss, laughing, and said, "Oops, looks like dinner's calling for me."
Simon smiled, his lips still tingling from their kiss. "I'll help you with that,"
Betty reached the stove, turned it off, and then she glanced at the carrots Simon had chopped earlier and let out a soft sigh. "Simon, you chopped them too big again," she teased, a playful glint in her eyes.
Simon scratched the back of his neck, betraying his lack of culinary expertise. "I'm doing my best, you know?" he replied with a sheepish grin.
Betty chuckled, her love for him evident in every smile. "I know. Don't worry."
She took over the task of chopping the carrots, expertly cutting them into more manageable pieces. As she did, she turned to Simon and said, "Find me some salt and pepper, please."
Simon nodded and playfully saluted. "My pleasure, chef." He made his way to the kitchen cabinet to fetch the seasonings. He took them but then immediately froze, his heart beginning to race.
A sharp, involuntary curse escaped Betty’s lips, "Shit!" And the salt and pepper shakers slipped from his grasp, clattering to the floor as his eyes turned a deep, ominous shade of red. Involuntarily, his claws extended, his fangs elongated, and he backed away from Betty, his primal instincts battling his love for her. The scent of her blood as it flowed from the cut on her finger filled the air, intoxicating and irresistible to his heightened senses.
Panicking, Betty immediately reached for a napkin and wrapped it around her injured finger to stop the bleeding. "I'm so sorry, Simon!" She cried out, her voice laced with guilt and fear.
Desperate to control his thirst, Simon's gaze darted to a bag of stored blood on the counter. Without hesitation, he grabbed one and sank his fangs into it, drinking from it like a wild animal. The crimson liquid coursed through his veins, soothing the hunger that had momentarily taken over.
Betty, her hands now washed and the bleeding under control, looked over to see Simon on the kitchen floor, breathing heavily. The bag of animal blood was empty, and she felt a pang of sorrow for the internal struggle he faced.
"I'm sorry," she said softly from where she stood, feeling a mix of guilt and helplessness.
Simon managed to catch his breath and said, "There's nothing for you to apologize for."
"I know, I just—" Betty began, but Simon gently interrupted her, "It's fine. You're fine, that's what matters."
Betty nodded slowly, taking in the gravity of the situation. She moved slowly towards him, taking a seat on the cold kitchen floor next to him. She rested her head on his shoulder, seeking comfort and offering her presence as a solace.
"It was too good to be true to have a whole normal night, huh?" she murmured, the disappointment evident in her voice. Simon sniffled, the weight of their reality settling in as he leaned his head against hers. "Yeah..."
Betty let out a small chuckle, her breathy laughter muffled by Simon's shoulder. "I wasn't talking about this," she said, her tone lightening, "I was referring to the cookies. I don't think I have the motivation to bake them anymore."
Simon's head shook, his lips curving into a small smile despite the lingering tension from the recent incident. "That really is a shame," he replied as Betty squeezed his hand.
Tiffany, the third superior in the organization, listened intently to the conversation between Simon and Betty. Her ears picked up their words through the collar they had placed on Simon to monitor him. She was joined by the director, and after a moment of silence, she spoke softly, "He's... managing."
The director, a more composed figure, replied, "If he didn't, I would be surprised."
Tiffany couldn't shake the unease in her gut. "Don't you think he's too dangerous?" she asked, concern evident in her voice.
The director remained silent for a moment, then responded, "No. At least not yet. We still don't know if he's going to have an ability of some sorts.”
Tiffany sighed, her worry evident as she continued, "I know the whole goal is the integration of turned vampires back into society because they were once human, but Simon isn't—"
The director interrupted her, his confidence unwavering. "He's going to be alright, as long as his fiancée is there."
Tiffany bit her lip, the frustration building. "You really think that he won't become a Ripper?"
The director just left the room, leaving Tiffany with a sense of frustration and anger. “Fuck him.”
The guard in the room looked at Tiffany as she stood up "If it was up to me, he would have been long gone," she admitted, her voice tinged with anger.
The guard nodded slowly.
"Get me something to drink. I can't work like this Noah," Tiffany finally said, her frustration palpable.
Notes: I really enjoyed writing this. What do you think Betty’s favourite song could be? I’m thinking of something with a fast rhythm, but who knows?
Thanks for reading and if you have any ideas,feel free to write them below!🫶🏻
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Maybe a monster
Pairing: Simon Petrikov/Betty Grof
Simon Petrikov & Kid!Marceline
Summary: Ethan nearly jumped with excitement. "I haven't seen a plush in so long!" he exclaimed, his face lighting up with pure joy.
Simon raised an eyebrow in surprise at Ethan's response. "No?" he echoed.
Warnings: TW
It’s going to get a bit messy and it’s the death of a child. Do not read this chapter if you can’t handle it.
Simon continued to soothe Ethan, the child's cries began to subside. In a trembling voice, Ethan spoke, his words filled with desperation, "Please help me... I don't—I don't want to become a monster."
Simon bit his lip, struggling with the difficult situation, but he knew he had to offer some reassurance. "Ethan, you...won’t transform into one," he lied, hoping to calm the boy's fears.
Ethan looked up at Simon, his teary eyes searching for hope. "You can save me?" he asked, his voice filled with a glimmer of hope.
Simon couldn't bring himself to tell the truth, so he replied, "I can help you so that you won't transform." He offered the boy a measure of comfort, knowing that it was a complex promise, but it was the best he could do in that moment to ease Ethan's fears.
Ethan’s face was already pale and his eyes were bloodshot and it was clear he didn’t have long. Simon was torn, his heart aching as he gazed at the frightened child. He didn't know what to do. A part of him urged him to end Ethan's suffering swiftly, to free him from the inevitable fate of becoming a zombie. But another part of him hesitated, recoiling from the notion of cold-blooded murder, especially of an innocent child.
His mind raced with options. Leaving Ethan tied up to something in the store would be cruel, an agonizing death sentence. He couldn't bring himself to do that to the boy, who clung to him as his last lifeline of hope.
He knew he couldn't save Ethan, but he could at least offer him a semblance of mercy.
Ethan sniffled, his young eyes filled with hope, as he asked Simon, "What are you going to do? Do you have an antidote?" Simon looked down at the child, wishing that he had a miracle cure to offer. "I don't have an antidote, Ethan," he confessed with a heavy heart and the boy’s little smile instantly fell. “But you won’t transform.” It wasn't exactly a lie. He just had to find a way to make this as painless as possible, without the boy realizing the truth.
“I won’t transform.” The boy repeated, his eyes lighting up with newfound hope, a glimmer of trust in the vampire before him. Simon struggled to keep his emotions in check as he slowly looked at his already extended claws, still hidden from Ethan's view. He had to make it quick; the boy didn't deserve to suffer.
Taking a deep breath, Simon leaned down to embrace Ethan. As he held the child close, he whispered words of comfort, "I promise, Ethan. It'll be alright." Simon continued to hold Ethan tightly, the boy's grip around him nearly crushing. As Simon comforted him, he couldn't help but think of his little Marceline.
"You know," Simon whispered softly, "I have a little girl who reminds me a lot of you." Ethan looked up with curiosity in his eyes, asking, "Is she your daughter?"
Simon hesitated for a moment, but then finally, he replied, "No, but she's all I have right now, and I'm all she has. You two would be great friends." A small smile began to form on Ethan's tear-streaked face as he asked, "Really?"
Simon nodded, his own eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Yeah," he said, his voice quivering with emotion. "She has a lot of toys too. I think you would love them.”
Ethan's eyes widened with excitement as he heard about the toys. "What kind of toys?" he asked eagerly, his voice filled with childlike wonder.
Simon ran his clawed hand gently through Ethan's hair, being cautious to ensure the boy didn't feel his unusual features. "Some plushes and some wooden ones," he replied, a small smile forming on his lips.
Ethan nearly jumped with excitement. "I haven't seen a plush in so long!" he exclaimed, his face lighting up with pure joy.
Simon raised an eyebrow in surprise at Ethan's response. "No?" he echoed.
Ethan's eyes gleamed with anticipation as he explained, "No! Where did you find them?" His hand twitched involuntarily, a sign that the infection was slowly taking over.
Simon chuckled softly, a mixture of warmth and sadness in his eyes. He looked at Ethan's twitching hand, knowing that the boy's time was limited. "In a big city," Simon replied, "there were a lot of them. Did you have one?"
Ethan nodded, a nostalgic smile forming on his face. "I had a teddy bear, but he got ripped in two." Simon's heart ached at the thought of the boy's lost comfort. He gently caressed Ethan's cheek, and the boy leaned into the touch, craving the warmth of human contact. "I'm sorry to hear that," Simon murmured.
Ethan's hopeful eyes locked onto Simon's as he asked, "It’s okay. After we get out of this store, can we go find a plush?"
He lied with a soft smile, "Yeah, I'll find you the best plush there is on this planet."
Ethan's eyes shone with excitement as he looked up at Simon. "Maybe after that, we could go to where your little girl is," he suggested. Simon's eyes filled with a hint of tears as he thought of Marceline. "Her name is Marcy," he whispered, "She would love to play with you."
Ethan's face lit up with anticipation. "Really?" he asked, his voice trembling with both excitement and uncertainty. Simon nodded, his voice filled with sincerity. "Yeah, really," he assured Ethan. He couldn't imagine Marcy rejecting the company of a new friend.
Ethan's shoulders slumped slightly, and he confessed, "I hope so. In my last group, the kids didn't want to play with me."
"Yeah, well, their loss," Simon said with a reassuring smile. Ethan's smile widened, though his head twitched slightly, a sign that the infection was progressing. Think Simon, think. Victims that are bitten on the leg, the virus will take hold of the host between 12 to 24 hours? Or was it 24 to 48 hours?
Simon's concern deepened as he looked at Ethan as he started to twitch more. "Ethan, speaking of your... bite. When did you actually get bit?" he inquired gently. Ethan's face instantly fell, and he confessed, "Almost 2 days ago."
Simon nodded slightly, taking in the gravity of the situation. "Did you try to sleep after you got bit?" he asked.
Ethan's eyes filled with fear as he admitted, "No. I was too scared to sleep. What if I woke up a monster?"
Simon continued to run his hand through Ethan's hair, offering comfort. "Don't worry," he reassured the boy, "that won't happen."
Ethan's gratitude was palpable as he buried his head into Simon's chest when the vampire kneeled beside him, the child's voice was muffled as he whispered, "Thank you."
Simon held his breath, his heart heavy with the weight of what he was about to do.
Simon gently cupped Ethan's face, the boy's eyes widened with fear when he saw the vampire’s claws. "It won't hurt," Simon assured him, his voice unwavering. In one swift, precise motion, Simon used his claws.
“Wait—“
Blood splattered from the little boy’s abdomen and Simon pulled out his claws. Slowly but surely, all Ethan could see was just fuzzy and the pain intensified. Liar. He tried to get away from Simon, pushing him with a little trembling hand, but soon the boy’s body refused to move. Instead of words coming out of his mouth, his mouth involuntarily vomitted blood. The scent of Ethan's blood was putrid and foul, a noxious odor that twisted his senses. The infection coursing through Ethan's veins had turned his once-vital life force into something truly nightmarish. Simon's keen vampire senses, which were usually drawn to the alluring aroma of fresh blood, recoiled at this gruesome stench.
Ethan's body went limp, and he collapsed into Simon's arms and the antiquarian tried to make the boy's last moments as peaceful as he could , devoid of suffering or fear, as he slipped into the eternal sleep of death. But you made him suffer, didn’t you?
Tears welled up in Simon's eyes as he looked at Ethan's now lifeless body, knowing he had spared the boy from a far worse fate. It was a heavy burden to bear, but in this grim world, it was the only act of mercy he could offer. Was it really, Simon?
As Simon gently laid Ethan's lifeless body on the store's cold, unforgiving floor, a profound sickness welled up within him. The tears he had managed to hold back now streamed down his pale cheeks, mixing with the boy's blood. The weight of what he had just done pressed down on him, a burden heavier than the countless years he had carried as a vampire. His vision blurred as the enormity of his actions overwhelmed him. Simon had taken lives before, as any vampire did to sustain themselves, but this was different. Ethan had been innocent, a mere child caught in the merciless grip of a zombie apocalypse. The memory of the sweet, innocent boy he had tried to comfort just moments ago haunted him. All the times he had savored the blood of his prey, it was a quick, euphoric act, detached from any emotional connection. But now, the weight of that act bore down on his soul, a crushing reminder of the cruelty of this world.
Simon stumbled backward, his body wracked with sobs. It felt as though all the blood he had consumed from the bunny earlier was coming back to him, a nauseating flood of emotions and regret. He collapsed against a shelving unit, clutching his chest as if it might help to relieve the pain.
Simon's body convulsed, the turmoil of emotions and guilt coursing through his veins. He gasped for breath, unable to control the overwhelming sensation of sickness that had taken hold of him. His heart seemed to pound in his chest with a perverse rhythm.
Desperation clawed at him, and his world grew hazy as he doubled over, his fangs extending involuntarily. The blood of the innocent rabbit he had fed upon earlier surged up. He retched and gagged, heaving up the crimson liquid onto the cold, lifeless floor beside Ethan. The sound of his own wretchedness mixed with his heart-wrenching sobs, creating a cacophony of anguish in the abandoned store. His knees gave way, and he collapsed in the midst of his own misery, the sour taste of blood lingering in his mouth.
“Hey. Hey, Simon. Breathe with me.”
"See? Inhale. Exhale. Come on, Simon, this is easier than finding artefacts."
Simon finally managed to lift his tear-filled eyes to gaze at Ethan's lifeless form. The boy's face now peaceful in death, he whispered, his voice choked with anguish, "I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry Betty." He reached out a trembling hand to gently close the boy's vacant eyes.
As Simon sat there, surrounded by the haunting silence, his head hung low as he whispered a prayer, his words carrying both a plea for forgiveness and a wish for peace for the boy's soul. "May you find the solace and tranquility that this world could never offer you, Ethan," he murmured, his voice barely audible amidst the desolation.
Did I do the right thing?
After the somber moment with Ethan, Simon wiped his mouth, removing any trace of the blood he had regrettably expelled. He couldn't change what had happened now.
He glanced around the store, the darkness still shrouding him under his black cloak. The approaching dawn hinted at the rising sun, a reminder of his vulnerability as a vampire. He needed to leave and make it back to the house he had barricaded, to ensure Marceline's safety. With his backpack slung over his shoulder, his legs trembling with the weight of his actions, Simon took one last look at Ethan, his heart heavy with remorse. Then, he turned and stepped out of the store, into the growing light of the new day.
As Simon made his way through the desolate streets, he was surprised to find that the area seemed relatively free of the hordes of zombies that had plagued it just hours before. Perhaps they had simply moved on to other hunting grounds.
This stroke of luck allowed Simon to reach the house more faster than he had expected. He moved with a cautious but determined pace, his cloak masking his presence in the growing daylight.
Simon's stomach growled softly, a reminder of the hunger that gnawed at him, and he knew he couldn't ignore it for long. But he would. He was so close to the house, he could almost picture Marceline sleeping peacefully with Nivens. But just as he neared the door, a different scent caught his attention, and he stopped dead in his tracks.
His keen vampire senses picked up another presence, another scent of blood, within the house. His fangs extended, and he moved silently, inching closer to the door, cautious and alert. The scent of blood was unmistakable, and it sent a shiver down his spine.
Simon squeezed through the principal door of the house, moving as silently as his vampire nature allowed. His heart raced as he entered the living room and didn't immediately spot any intruders. The familiar scent of the bunny, Nivens, reassured him, but there were also two other scents of blood, one distinctly human and the other one belonged to Marceline.
As he approached the slightly closed bedroom door, his anxiety grew. He distinctly remembered leaving it shut, a protective measure to keep Marceline safe while he was gone. Now, it stood ajar, and his heart pounded in his chest.
His own breath slightly increased as he strained his vampire hearing, detecting the subtle sounds of heartbeats. Marceline's heartbeat was the first he recognized, peaceful and steady, indicating that she was still asleep and unharmed. But there was another heartbeat, slightly more rapid, belonging to a man. It was a sign of agitation or fear(?), and it sent a chill down Simon's spine.
Simon pushed the bedroom door open just a fraction, revealing the presence of a man near Marceline's bed. His heart raced, but he knew he had to act cautiously. He had no idea who this intruder was, what his intentions were, or why he was in the same room as Marceline.
As Simon tried to make his way into the room, he tried to be as silent as a shadow, but an unfortunate creak from the floor betrayed his presence. A string of curses escaped his lips, but it was too late. The man immediately turned, his eyes wide with fear, and drew a gun, pointing it directly at Simon.
Simon didn't flinch; and the man noticed.
But then the man shifted his aim, pointing the gun at the sleeping child and Simon’s heart dropped and he immediately stopped in his tracks.
The man's words, though unspoken, echoed loudly in the tense room: "Back off, or I'll shoot her."
Notes: I have my doubts about this chapter. Not sure how it turned out, but uh—hoped you enjoyed it😭 I’m trying to hint at some things and I really hope you guys get the idea and well if not, that’s okay too.
If you have any constructive criticism, please write it in the comments, about what I should have done with this chapter (if you consider that it wasn’t that great or just want to tell what I could’ve wrote better).
Anyways, to some extent I love to see how well I can write angst(Mind you I’m still at the beginning so hope I did at least decent?)
Next chapter will be with Betty and Simon. <3 (Hope I’ll manage to write it, school’s been a bitch to me)
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Pairing: Simon Petrikov/Betty Grof
Simon Petrikov & Kid!Marceline
Summary: “Hey. Hey, Simon. Breathe with me.”
“Don’t” Simon snapped, before he looked horrified. "I- I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that, I meant-"
Simon sat in the back seat of Noah's car, the world outside passing by in a blur. His mind was a tumultuous storm of confusion. He'd spent what felt like an eternity confined within the cold, sterile walls of the secretive organization, a place where they had forced him to feed on animal blood, slowly weaning him off the human craving.
Which they succeeded in, I suppose.
Betty was sitting beside him, her worried gaze fixed on him as she squeezed his hand gently, trying to offer him some comfort.
Noah was the one driving them home and the silence weighed heavy on the air, the tension in the car palpable. It was actually him who broke the silence, his voice filled with a sense of unease "How was Tiffany treating you?" he asked, his eyes briefly darting to the rearview mirror.
Simon furrowed his brow, struggling to recall who Tiffany was. The name seemed vaguely familiar, but his memories were a jumble. "Tiffany...?" he muttered, his voice hoarse and uncertain.
Betty sensed his discomfort and held his hand even tighter. She didn't want this conversation to go down that path. "Noah, maybe now isn't the best time to bring that up," she said softly, her eyes pleading with him to drop the subject.
Noah sighed, not realizing his mistake. "Oh, you don't know her name," he mumbled, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. "She was the woman who... helped you get used to animal blood. She wasn't that hard on you, was she?"
Simon's eyes suddenly turned crimson, a dark anger flashing within them. He clenched his jaw, his fangs pressing against his lips. " Helped me? How can you say that?" he hissed, his voice laced with frustration and anger. The memories of the torment he had endured from her were flooding back.
Betty felt the tension in the car escalate and squeezed Simon's hand with all her might, silently imploring him to calm down. Noah winced, realizing that his choice of words had been far from ideal. "I'm sorry," he stammered, choosing his words more carefully this time. "Help wasn't a good word, I suppose. But she was trying to make the transition easier for you, even if it didn't feel that way."
Simon's anger flared, and he felt an overwhelming urge to lash out at Noah. "Were you there? To see what she was doing to me?" he seethed, his nails digging into the palm of his hand as he fought to control himself.
Noah let out a weary sigh, keeping his eyes on the road. "No, Simon, I wasn't there. But I know the procedure. You think I don’t do it too?" He tried to convey a sense of understanding, but his voice was strained.
Simon's resentment simmered just beneath the surface. "So you tortured people," he accused, his words dripping with bitterness.
Noah's grip on the steering wheel tightened even more as he wrestled with the weight of Simon's accusation. "Simon, it isn't like that—“ he began, his voice low and apologetic, but before he could explain further, Betty intervened.
"All right!" Betty interjected, her voice tinged with urgency. "I was thinking maybe you tell us about the collar he's wearing." She pointed to the sleek silver collar around Simon's neck. It glistened under the soft interior car lights, and there was something about it that felt off to her.
Simon's attention was momentarily diverted from his anger as he touched the collar, his fingers tracing the cold metal. "I don't even know why they put this on me," he mumbled, his voice a mixture of confusion and resignation. "It's supposed to be some kind of tracking device, I guess. But I can't get it off, and it's been driving me crazy."
Noah nodded, his eyes focused on the collar. "It's a standard precaution," he explained. "They use it to monitor newly turned vampires until they're deemed safe. They can control it remotely, restrict your movements, and even incapacitate you if necessary. It's not pleasant, but it's something they do to keep tabs on you."
Betty's curiosity led her to another question. She leaned closer to Simon, her voice soft but inquisitive. "So the collar has some kind of microphone in it?" She was trying to understand the extent of the surveillance they had been under.
Noah nodded, confirming her suspicion. "Unfortunately, yes," he admitted. "They can listen in on your conversations, but don't worry too much. It's mostly the ones in charge of you who have access to the information. They use it to make sure you're adapting to your new life and following the rules."
Simon's anger simmered, and he clenched his fists, the idea of constant surveillance making him feel like a prisoner once more. "So they hear everything?" he growled, his frustration mounting.
Noah, realizing Simon's discomfort, tried to offer some reassurance. "If it makes you feel better," he began, "in about two months, they'll likely remove the collar. It's a probationary period they impose on new vampires. If you prove that you can live peacefully with humans and control your instincts, they'll grant you more freedom. That's the goal, Simon, to get you back to a normal life."
Simon leaned his head back against the car seat and let out a heavy sigh. "Great," he muttered, a mix of exhaustion and resignation in his voice. It felt like an uphill battle. He was already so tired, how can he keep going?
Betty turned to him, her expression filled with tenderness, and gently kissed his cheek. "Hey, everything is alright," she reassured him, her lips lingering against his skin for a moment. She wanted to convey her love and support, to let him know that they were in this together.
Noah, perhaps not sensing that he had said enough for the moment, chimed in again. "But the good thing is," he began, "you don't have to go back to our base. Unless, of course, you do something, which wouldn't be ideal—"
Betty couldn't help but interject, giving him a pointed look. "Thank you, Noah ." she said with a hint of exasperation in her voice. "I think we get the idea."
Noah, feeling the weight of the awkward moment he had caused, chuckled nervously. "Right, uh—I'll stop talking," he said, a hint of embarrassment in his voice. He focused on the road ahead instead, his eyes returning to the task at hand.
Simon couldn't help but chuckle as well, the tension in the car easing slightly. He appreciated Noah's concern, even if it sometimes came out in odd ways. He was an idiot sometimes.
Some things really don’t change after all.
With a little smile, Simon leaned his head on Betty's shoulder. She began to make soothing patterns on his hand, her gentle strokes offering him comfort and reassurance.
Simon and Betty finally arrived at their home, a sense of relief washing over them as they stepped out of Noah's car. Betty turned to Noah, a grateful smile on her face. "Thank you, Noah," she said sincerely. She knew that despite their differences, he had helped bring Simon back to her.
Noah nodded, a hint of a smile on his face. "Yeah, no problem," he replied, genuinely concerned about Simon's well-being. "Just, uh—take care of him, okay?"
Simon couldn't resist a teasing scoff. "Think I can't take care of myself ?" he retorted, his mood lightening.
Noah smirked, his tone teasing, "Nope. Go get some rest. You need it."
Simon and Betty exchanged a look, and Simon took Betty's hand in his. He turned back to Noah and said, "Just be careful."
“I will.”
As Simon and Betty entered their apartment, Noah discreetly took out his phone and called his superior, Tiffany. He had questions that had been gnawing at him. "So, why did you make me ask him this?" Noah inquired, his voice tinged with frustration. He wanted to understand the purpose behind the uncomfortable conversation he had initiated in the car.
Tiffany chuckled on the other end of the line. "Just wanting to see how he'd react," she replied, her tone suggestive of a hidden agenda but also filled with sly amusement.
Noah didn't sound convinced, but he knew better than to press the issue further. "Right," he muttered, a touch of frustration in his voice.
Tiffany continued, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "At least we know you can act like an idiot. This will come in handy in your next missions." With that, she hung up, leaving Noah to sigh in exasperation.
Noah couldn't help but share Simon's sentiment about Tiffany. She was indeed a difficult and manipulative woman, and he, too, had his own grievances with her. She just had a way of making everyone’s life difficult. He sighed and looked at Simon's file on the passenger seat next to him. He couldn't help but smile a little, realizing that his friend had made it through a challenging ordeal. He knew that Simon was strong, and he had faith that Simon and Betty would find their way through this together.
As he drove away from their apartment, he couldn't help but hope that things would get better for Simon. You got this man.
As they reached their apartment, the soft glow of the moon spilled into the room, creating a tranquil ambiance. She moved closer, her fingers tracing gentle circles on his back. "I'm glad we're back," Simon whispered, his voice barely above a murmur.
Betty's eyes filled with understanding and compassion as she looked at the man she loved. She leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his lips. "Me too," she replied.
Betty's concern never wavered. She looked into Simon's eyes, her gaze filled with empathy, and asked, "Do you want to talk about it?"
Simon's throat tightened, and he shook his head gently. "No. Not yet, at least," he replied, his voice trembling. The memories of the torture and captivity were still too raw, too painful to put into words. And besides, he didn’t want anyone hearing what he’s feeling or has been through while he has that goddamn collar on him.
Tears welled up in Simon's eyes, and Betty reached up to tenderly wipe them away. Her touch was a soothing balm, and she whispered, "Take your time, my love.”
Simon couldn't hold back the flood of emotions any longer. He pulled Betty into a tight, comforting hug, burying his face in the crook of her neck. She continued to offer words of solace and reassurance as he cried silently. Betty whispered softly, "You're so strong, Simon. You survived the worst, and now you have me, and I'll do everything I can to help you." She ran her fingers through his hair, her touch gentle and soothing.
As a newly turned vampire, Simon had gained strength and abilities, but in that moment, Betty felt like he was more vulnerable than ever. Not physically, but emotionally.
Simon clung to Betty as if she were his lifeline, tears streaming down his face as they sat on the floor of the kitchen. How did they get on the kitchen floor again? Weren’t they standing? She held him tightly, offering the security and comfort he desperately needed.
The blood pounded in his ears as his heart thudded in her chest. His hands shook and his feet tingled. His vision disfigured, as if he was looking through a fish-eye lens. He was still clutching Betty, his hands wrapped so tightly around her that his nails dug into her back. Nails—not claws, right? Breathing was hard. Too hard. As if he just ran a marathon. He cried harder, his chest growing tight as bile rose in his throat.
“Hey. Hey, Simon. Breathe with me.”
“Don’t” Simon snapped, before he looked horrified. "I- I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that, I meant-"
“Simon. You're panicking. Breathe. We can talk later." Betty took a deep breath, making sure to exaggerate her breaths. "See? Inhale. Exhale. Come on, Simon, this is easier than finding artefacts."
Simon made a sound that was half laugh, half sob, but he copied her, inhaling and exhaling until his panic attack recedes.
"Better?"
Simon didn't even bother to reply, staring at her with a look of such terrible pain in his eyes that Betty had to look away. It felt like she was looking at a wounded animal, those eyes begging her to just get it over with already and end his suffering.
It took some time, but eventually, the storm of emotions began to subside. Simon sniffled and whispered, "Sorry." Betty continued to hold him close, her voice filled with love and understanding. "You know you have nothing to apologize for," she said gently.
Simon's voice was shaky as he confessed, "Fuck, I don't—I don't know why I reacted like that. Nothing happened."
Betty's response was filled with compassion. She squeezed him gently and said, "Just try to relax my love" Simon nodded, still trying to regain his composure. She continued as her fingers gently brushed his cheek. “What matters is that we're here together, and you're safe now. We'll face whatever comes our way, as long as we're together.”
Simon's heart felt a bit lighter with each passing moment in Betty's comforting embrace. He turned to her and said, "Can we stay like this for a little bit?"
Betty smiled softly, her love for him shining in her eyes. "As long as you want," she replied, holding him even tighter.
You’ll be okay, Simon. You’ll see.
Notes: Hope you guys enjoyed it. I kinda rushed this, will probably edit it later though. As usual, if you have any ideas leave them in the comments or just write what you think about this chapter. (I love comments)
Next chapter we’re back with Simon and Marcyyy. (And Ethan oops) 😭
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Pairing: Simon Petrikov/Betty Grof
Simon Petrikov & Marceline
Summary: Simon stood in the corner of the cold, sterile room, tears silently streaming down his face. He felt like a monster, he didn't want to hurt anyone. All he wanted was for the gnawing hunger to go away. He knew he didn't think clearly in those moments, his instincts taking over, but the guilt and despair he felt were overwhelming. He exhaled sharply, the rush of emotions making his head hurt.
Warnings: OKAY GUYS TW!!
This chapter will contain stabbing, a lot of blood and a person’s death. Please do not read it if you can’t handle this kind of things.
Noah led Betty into a small, dimly lit room, where he offered her a cup of coffee. Betty didn't take it, and her hesitation was clear and Noah understood her unease and set the coffee aside. Betty finally voiced the question that had been nagging at her since she discovered Noah's true identity. "So you aren't a librarian?"
Noah chuckled softly, "If somebody asks, I am one. Not a vampire hunter. We maintain a low profile for a reason."
Betty couldn't help but scoff at the absurdity of it all and asked, "Since when are you even doing this?"
Noah sighed and began to explain, "Not long after I finished high school. My whole family were vampire hunters. It's a legacy I couldn't escape, and when I saw the darkness that vampires could bring, I decided to follow in their footsteps. It's a life filled with risks, but it's the only way we can keep people safe from these supernatural threats."
Betty blinked in surprise, but decided to drop the subject since her mind was solely focused on Simon.
Betty couldn't ignore the pressing matter any longer. "So about Simon..." she began, her voice laced with concern. "Why is he exactly held here?"
Noah inhaled sharply, knowing that this conversation was inevitable. "We call them newborns vampires, as you heard my superior call Simon. They are harder to manage, and it's more difficult for them to control their instincts. It's essential that he doesn't gain a taste for human blood, so he doesn't become dangerous."
Betty's eyes widened at the implication, and she asked with trepidation, "Did he... did he kill someone?”
Noah hesitated but then lied, "No, he didn't. But he did bite someone, and it takes some time to make him actually like animal blood."
Betty's eyes bore into Noah's as she pressed further. "But he's not held here just for that, right?"
Noah knew that it wasn’t really time to share more of the complex truth, even if it might raise more questions than answers. "Well, no. Look, Betty, it's complicated."
Betty leaned in her chair, determination and curiosity etched on her face. "I've got nothing but time," she said, her unwavering commitment to understanding Simon's situation shining through.
Noah sighed and continued, "The problem with turned vampires is that they could lose their humanity."
Betty furrowed her brow in confusion. "What do you mean?”
Noah continued, "The ones that are born as vampires are born with their nature, so they don't lose their humanity because they were supposed to be vampires. However, when a human is turned into a vampire, it becomes more complicated because they weren't originally meant to be one. It's a constant struggle for them to maintain their human side, and it's why we have to be so careful with Simon right now."
“I don’t—“
Noah's expression turned more serious as he interrupted her, "At some point, turned vampires can even lose or turn off their emotions. It's a side effect of the transformation, and it's one of the reasons why we're so vigilant in keeping them from going down that path.”
Betty leaned forward, her curiosity piqued. "So what are these vampires even called?"
“Rippers. Unlike the average vampire, the enjoyment of hunting and terrorizing humans are far more entertaining to rippers, as they destroy the lives and sever the limbs of humans without hesitation or remorse.”
Betty's eyes widened with concern as she asked, "So they like to kill?"
Noah let out a bitter scoff. "They adore it. And that's the scary part, isn't it?”
Simon found himself in that stark, white room, illuminated by harsh fluorescent lights again, his gaze fixated on his trembling hands. He barely looked up when the woman entered, along with a guard. The woman's voice pierced the silence.
"When was your last meal?" she asked as usual, a hint of cruelty in her tone.
Simon's voice was barely a whisper as he replied, "Yesterday."
The woman chuckled in a chilling manner. "Perfect."
With a cold and calculated motion, she took a knife and Simon already knew what was coming. She needed him to be more vulnerable since vampires relied on blood to heal. Simon didn’t move as needle-sharp bolts shot through his ribs, his teeth clenching so hard his jaw ached. His body trembled and sweat dripped down his forehead as he groaned. When he inhaled, another flash of pain had him seeing double as his head throbbed and his abdomen felt like it had been cut in two. Maybe it was. He was clutching his injured side as his vision blackened a bit and waves of agony seared through his body again.
The woman then turned to the guard, took his palm, and made a deep cut, blood dripping onto the pristine white floor. She watched Simon's reaction closely. In the past, he would have attacked immediately, but this time, he was holding his injured side, breathing heavily, his claws extended, fangs exposed, and his eyes glowing red.
The woman asked again, "Do you want to drink from him?"
Simon grunted through clenched teeth, his self-control impressive given the circumstances. "..No."
The woman's voice was taunting as she leaned closer to Simon, taking the hand of the guard in hers. She asked once more, "Are you sure?"
Simon closed his eyes, the scent of the guard's blood making his mouth water, but he fought against his instincts and replied with effort, "I'm sure."
The woman smirked and instructed the guard to leave. Another guard entered the room, holding a bag of animal blood. He threw it in Simon's direction, and in a heartbeat, the vampire in him took over. Simon seized the bag and, like a wild animal, pierced it with his fangs, drinking the blood in a frenzy. Once he had drained the bag, he heard the woman's voice, dripping with sarcasm. "I was going to say well done, but you're still feral Petrikov.”
Simon, overwhelmed with frustration and anger, insulted her “чертова шлюха” his words sharp and biting. However, the woman simply raised an eyebrow, showing no reaction to his outburst.
She turned to leave the room, her words cold and calculated. "I'm doing this for you to get better. We don't want you to try to put them back together again, the pieces of that human, I mean."
Simon snapped in protest, "That's not what happened."
But the woman just chuckled and locked the door with a simple touch of her finger, leaving Simon in the sterile room, alone with his thoughts again. That’s not what happened.
His throat burned with thirst, hunger was like an intrusive thought: something unpleasant, unwelcome and involuntary for a newly turned vampire which invaded his mind again and again.
There was a tipsy man and he sensed something behind him the moment Simon descended to the sidewalk. He whirled around in confusion and alarm. He was scared, and his mind craved to know what danger had seemingly fallen from the sky.
Then he spotted Simon’s full body silhouette, by now, he was panicking. His hands were trembling and his heart was pounding as he started to jog. After a while, when nothing more happened, the man slowed down to a walk. Just as he thought maybe he'd imagined those things. Suddenly, there was a chuckle from behind him.
He turned around to see a tall man smirking at him. He had long, black hair and, he was horrified to see, dangerous, blood red eyes.
Simon cocked his head to the side and studied the man.
“Fuck off man!" He whirled around in the other direction and ran as fast as he could.
The man looked back to see where Simon was and saw no one. He thought he had lost him but as he turned around, there Simon stood, about three metres in front of him. Suddenly an ice-cold hand gripped his shoulder and pushed him into the alley’s wall.
Simon slammed the man's face against the trunk of the tree, crushing the man's nose that it broke and blood dripped everywhere. Simon spun him around to face him and pushed his back into the tree. The man looked up at Simon and saw a hungry glint in his eye.
“Please let me go!” He pleaded. Simon didn’t care, the scent of blood was all too consuming. Instead he opened his mouth to reveal two sharp, white fangs. The man screamed and Simon grabbed his hair and pulled the man's head back, exposing his neck. Simon then leaned in, the man cried out for help as agonising pain punctured his carotids.
Simon’s first victim took a deep, rib-cracking breath and howled out, "Help! Somebody please!"
There was nothing but silence to greet his cries.
Simon groaned as his thirst was quenched while the man began to limp. What remained of his humanity stopped him from sucking the man dry. Simon stepped back when he regained his senses but it was mostly guilt.
He ran back to the man and applied pressure on his neck to stop the bleeding, "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry."
Simon stood in the corner of the cold, sterile room, tears silently streaming down his face. He felt like a monster, he didn't want to hurt anyone. All he wanted was for the gnawing hunger to go away. He knew he didn't think clearly in those moments, his instincts taking over, but the guilt and despair he felt were overwhelming. He exhaled sharply, the rush of emotions making his head hurt.
His body was fully healed, from the injuries he had sustained, and he could feel the strength returning to his limbs, but his mind felt broken. Simon leaned his head against the cold, white wall, finding a fleeting moment of respite.
Simon allowed himself to believe, even if just for a moment, that everything was going to be okay. He desperately clung to that hope.
Notes: Hope you guys enjoyed this lmao 😜 As usual, if you guys have any ideas or want to change something in this chapter I will hear you out. Still trying to make Simon and Betty’s past somehow more angsty (even if we do go a bit far from the canon which I desperately hope you guys don’t mind).
Next chapter will be with Marcy and Simon, but it’s going to take awhile since I have some important tests this week, but after that I’m back at it.😎
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