#vampire mark

[moonymoonsiplier]

Head Engineer if he was a vampire \o/

[redheadbadger]

He puts the ass in sass <3

[softladyhours]

HERE'S SOME TEETH Y'ALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

help I have no self restraint

also vampiplier and vampeebles being a cute vamcouple

also also they're both just so pretty

and no I don't take criticism

also I apologize for the horrible quality I'm tryin my best lol

[elizadoolittlethings]

Castlevania - abode of the vampire head - MH

Castle [x], MG [x]

[non-bun-ary]

A gift for @lilicakes-the-queen , her vampire Mark. He’s proooobably asking for some blood politely. I had to improvise with colors tbh, I didn’t know to go for red or purple so I just went with purple for this vampiric swan you created-

You’re also going to get another piece of fanart, but I won’t spoil anything ;3 He was originally going to have his tounge poking out too. I hope you enjoy it. uwu

[ii-anti]

Vampire Dark

A Dark that is miraculously smiling? Incredible. I edited this once before but thought I could do better on a base image that wasn’t already Dark so that’s what I did, ahaha.

[justwritingscibbles]

You Can Count On Me

For Friday 13th I wanted to write something different than the usual boys. So I hope you guys don’t mind me throwing these guys around. And I hope you all like a little Vampire story-telling.

It’s not scary but I wanted to write something different for a change.

The instant you stepped off the train and into the darkening streets, you knew it had been a bad idea to come home at this time. Even Dark, upon getting your text messages scolded you fiercely for the decision.  “You are aware of what day it is, yes?” His growl of a voice vibrated through the phone’s speaker. You sheepishly nodded, even though you knew Dark wouldn’t see it.  “Yes, yes, Friday the 13th. I’m aware. I’ll speed walk home, it won’t take long.”  “The Manor is at least six blocks away from the train station, (y/n). And you need to walk through the side streets to get here. No, stay there and I’ll come and get you.” Dark’s voice held no room for an argument. But you were already two blocks away from the station. And upon hearing his, Dark grunted. A noise that sounded between a heavy sigh and a feral growl. “Fine. If you are so intent on getting yourself killed then I have no voice in your decision.”  You rolled your eyes at Dark’s dramatics. He always complained about Wilford’s exaggerations and then he goes and says things like that. The two could rival one another on theatrics. But you knew he was only getting irritated, and dare you say concerned, about you walking home at night. While you’ve been away, there had been string of murders in the area. And the very thought had you walking a little faster when you remembered Google’s explanation on the gory details. Something you had asked him for over the phone while on your holiday. You didn’t learn quickly enough to be careful what you ask of Google. The Android didn’t know how to filter details.  “I’ll be ok. My battery is dying so I need to go. But I’ll call you when I’m close.” You said and Dark made another exasperated sigh.  “You better. And if you take too long, we’re all going out to look for you. And you won’t like it if I find you first, (y/n).”  “I know. Trust me, I won’t be stopping to pet any stray animals. I’ll see you soon.” You hung up after that remark. Pocketing your phone but keeping a tight grip on it.

Every shadow seemed to mock you as you walked. The lights were a lot dimmer than you remember. But then again, it was cloudy night. The full moon was peeking through the rain clouds to cast it’s silver glow over the streets. It was eerie. But you were glad for the luminescence. You turned a corner and halted your steps for a moment. A man stood in the centre of the street. He was thin, facing away from you. But the shadows from the very dim street lights cast a shadow over him. Making him appear to be a shadow himself. You didn’t know whether you should turn back around or keep walking. But your decision was made when you blinked and the figure disappeared. You stayed there for a moment, looking around for the man, but continued walking when you found no-one. Your skin crawled with a shiver and you couldn’t help but survey the area around you. There was a sensation on your back, like a pressure. You knew this feeling from living with the Ipliers for so long.  You were being watched.  Your footsteps sped up. Gripping your phone tightly you deeply regretted not accepting Dark’s offer to pick you up. A sound carried on the wind. A giggle. Or a high pitched cackle. You weren’t sure, but it unnerved you and soon enough you sped up to a jog. You were about to turn a corner when something snagged your elbow and jerked you into the shadows of a building. A figure loomed over you. Reeking of a metallic scent and their grip soaked your jacket with some kind of warm liquid. Through the gloom, your gaze was transfixed by the stranger’s. They were warm and pools of sparkling emeralds. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from them. They were beautiful. Even as a clawed hand skimmed under the material of your shirt or as the man’s tongue dashed out to taste your skin, you were stuck. Staring into those green gems.  “Yer not gonna scream for me.” The man’s Irish accent was thick, but it was snatched up by the rumble that radiated off his chest. “And yer gonna stay still while I treat myself.”  You found your head bobbing on it’s own. Even as your eyes widen when the man leaned down, you didn’t fight his lips brushing over your neck. Your mind willed for him to stop, but your body molded into his as he drew you closer. 

“Release them. Now.” Another voice boomed and suddenly the green-eyed man was thrown away from you. The haze lifted and you stumbled back. Straight into a pair of arms that cradled you against a firm chest. You shook your head to get rid of the fog in your mind, looking up as a monster rushed towards you. In a blur of movement, you were swept into your rescuers arms and soaring into the air. You were set down on the roof of the building as the man landed on it. He barely made a noise as he did and you turned to him. Backing away when the moon’s glow lit his face.  “D-Dark?” You asked. But it wasn’t him, something was off about his gaze. His complexion sharing that hint of difference to Mark’s appearance.  “I’m afraid not, my dear. But introductions will have to wait.” His voice held a hint of Transylvanian accent. Like the ones in movies. The man moved you behind him, keeping his arm raised as something crawled over the side of the building and onto the roof.  Anti... No. Again, the resemblance to the Youtuber was almost identical. Save for the glowing green eyes, that seemed to swirl in their sockets. Like small colored vortex’s.  “I told you this was my hunting ground, Count.” A hiss of a voice echoed over the roof to you. “That mortal is mine.”  “They are beginning to suspect you, Marquess.” The man, Count, said in a calm but firm tone. “And we never agreed on hunting grounds. This is my land by right. My brethren live in this area. If you do not stop they will come after you.”  The other man, Marquess, moved forward. His steps graceful and light, like a dancer.  “I do not care for brethren like you do, Count Iplier.  Or else I would have scurried to my “kin” as you call them, long ago.” Marquess stepped closer. And Count moved you back. The cloak of his outfit brushed against your skin and you felt a chill run through you. Had that just moved against you?  “I won’t say again, Marquess Septiceye, leave this area. Before you make me do something I do not want to do.” There was an undertone to Count’s voice. It reminded you of Dark, when he was beginning to lose control of his shell. But this man didn’t seem to be getting angry, only impatient. And even so, he showed no emotion but a small crinkle around his gaze. 

“Then battle me, Count. Let’s fight for these bloodbags.” Marquess leapt into a sprint before he finished speaking. He left a cloud of dust in his wake and you barely saw him move before Count had him by the throat, and threw him into the ground. His cloak exploded and rose high above Count. Looming over him like a beast as he bared two fang like canines at the fallen man.  “I do not want to battle you. Purely for the sake of keeping this human from seeing our true faces. This one is under my protection. I will not let a dear friend to the Iplier Manor fall victim to rabble like you!”  The shadow beast crashed down on the Septic Ego and then lifted off into the sky. It left it’s master on the roof but carried Marquess high into the air before erupting into what appeared to be hundreds of small bats.  Count turned to you as the sound of the other man’s crying filled the night sky.  “My apologies, my dear. If I had known you were arriving tonight, I would have escorted you home myself.”  You were unable to speak. Your eyes widening further as the swarm of bats dived down to gather around Count’s back. Reforming his cloak just as the other Ego plummeted into the alley beside the building. You didn’t hear a splat or a cry of pain, so you could only suspect that the man had landed neatly and ran off.  But your guess was shattered when a green cloud of crackling vapor shot into the air and dived towards you. You saw a misty form of reaching claws and eyes that glowed brighter than lightening as the mist raced towards you.  Suddenly you were enveloped in a chilling cloud of black as Count flew his cloak around you. It was like being wrapped in a thick furry blanket, but it was as cold as ice. It shook as the vapor struck it. A screech of fury from the other being could be heard and then a bellowing roar filled the air as Count spun, swiping at Marquess as he formed flesh. Black claws raked down the Septiceye’s chest and he reeled back as Count charged forward. His eyes ablaze with a deep pink brillance. The same swirling vortex sight filling his iris’.  “Leave, Marquess. Or I will make sure your coffin stays shut forever!” Count bellowed. The air shaking with his voice.  Marquess hissed and disappeared over the side of the building. You stayed silent for what felt like an eternity. Waiting for the Septic-Ego to come back. It was only when Count turned to you, his eyes had returned to normal. But you could see the tips of his fangs poking out from beneath his lips.  “Excuse my indecency. That creature brings out the worse in me.” Count said. His voice careful but smooth. It reminded you of Dark when he was trying to coax you into calming down.  “I...I’m sorry, I’m kinda of in shock right now. Who are you?” You forced the words out so you weren’t standing there like a fish gasping for air. Count smiled patiently and nodded, bowing and sweeping his arm in a gracious curtsy.  “I am Count Iplier, my dear. And I must apologize again for my ignorance. It is true I have yet to make myself known to the rest of my kin. But I know all about you and the other Ipliers. I wanted to know if this...Manor was of my tastes and I had to investigate it. And I must say, my kin aren’t exactly.... altogether.” 

You couldn’t help but chuckle. Nodding in agreement. “They’re a bunch of strange men. Who are probably out hunting for me right now.” You quickly checked your phone and cursed quietly. You should have at least reached the Manor’s security border by now. Google would have seen you on the cameras and no doubt would have sent Dark out to escort you the rest of the way. Count looked off into the distance. His eyes narrowing a little and he offers you a gloved hand.  “Perhaps it is time for me to introduce myself to the rest of my brothers. Would you like assistance getting off this roof, my dear?” He asked, as casually as you would when asking someone if they wanted a glass of water. You rolled your eyes, already seeing the resemblance between this man and the others. You took the offered hand, the leather rather cold against your skin, and the man pulled you tightly against his side. Count guided you to the edge of the roof, holding you steady when you wobbled from looking down, and then dropped.  You yelped loudly, but Count was careful to hold you so he landed first and could soften you fall by lowering you gently to the floor. 

Dark heard the yelp echo through the streets and made a beeline for you. He stalked through the shadows, coming into the street just as you did. His snarl was beyond furious and you backed up a little when he closed in.  “I gave you a fair warning to what will happen if you take your time-” But Dark’s threat was cut off by Count stepping out of the shadows. The two regarded each other for a long, tense moment. And you could practically feel the air between them ripple with suspicion.  “I take it you are the cause of all these deaths.” Dark’s tone returned to it’s natural calm drawl. And the Count nodded.  “A few. But the real culprit is Marquess Septiceye. Another Vampire Ego. I’d suggest retreating the others to the Manor. He’s been feasting for three days. He’s strong if you’re caught in single combat.” Count replied in an equally cool tone. You dearly hoped these two kept on good terms. You knew how younger Egos weren’t as strong as the popular, older Egos. But you had a feeling that Count was a threat in his own right. Being a....Vampire.  Your thoughts were scattered when Dark’s firm gaze turned back on you.  “We aren’t done. But I will save your scolding when we get home.” Dark took a firm hold of your elbow and went to drag you behind him when he quickly spun back around.  His fingers came away wet with red liquid, and he quickly removed your jacket to inspect the area.  “Marquess had recently fed.” Count informed Dark, as the Ego withdrew his hands and returned your jacket upon seeing no injury. “He is covered in blood. You will smell him before you see him.”  You didn’t want to put the jacket back on. The red stain sickened you. And now you could feel the blood sticking to your arm that had soaked through your coat. Count seemed to sense your unease and took the jacket from you. His eyes strayed on the stain for a second longer than was necessary. But he nodded to you, trailing along behind you and Dark as the older Ego led the way home.

[def-initely-soul]

Vampire Mark (got7) id just love some of that ;) XD

I got u babe

Bias: Mark from GOT7

Genre: Vampire AU

Words: 707

“…Mark?” you whisper, terrified by the picture in front of you. 

Inside the alley you take every night to go home after your job, right between the red brick walls and the foul smell of rotten food and decay, there is something so horrifying and sickening, reminding you stories your mother used to tell you to get you to be careful around strangers. 

Stories about creatures that come in the night, fluid like the wind and deadly like the plague. Creatures that seek to satiate their hunger by praying on people like they were sheep on their way to the slaughter. 

They call them vampyrs and you always thought they were simply creations of some superstitious people’s imagination.

Not anymore though. Not when you are face to face with one of them sucking dry a girl, lying unconscious on the pavement.

And although, the creature seems frantic and demented, as soon as you call its name it turns to look at you, with hunger filled eyes. Reflecting the light of the moon, with a devilish red hue in them.

This is Mark. Your best friend. Your “could have been”. The love you lost too soon.

Mark had gone missing a few weeks ago, and everyone in your little town thought him dead. There was even a funeral, although no body was ever found, and you had been crying for days without end. Believing that the person you loved was gone from this world, without even as much as a goodbye.

But now he’s right here. Right in front of you.

The basket full of apples falls from your grip and crushes on the ground. You grab your skirts, ready to make a run for it, but for some reason, your body can’t seem to move. 

The creature in front of you seems to notice that and it rises from the dead girl’s body slowly, its eyes piercing you in place. It doesn’t seem to realize its surroundings. You come to realize there’s not a piece of humanity inside it.

Mark is no longer human.

You take an unsteady step back, your hands raised in front of you. “Mark, it’s me… your best friend…” you say. Your body is shaking with fear but you refuse to leave him. 

He must remember who he was. He must remember you.

But he doesn’t react, his eyes only seeing prey and nothing else. And then he’s in front of you. You let out a panicked gasp.

“Mark, please…” you murmur, tears running down your cheeks now. The man doesn’t seem to understand your reaction and he tilts his head to the side in confusion. But his face remains stoic. Lifeless.

“Please, remember me…” you plead, your hands flying to his cheeks, desperately trying to help him remember.

His expression remains unresponsive. But then you see the red in his eyes fading just a little. But it’s enough for a sense of realization to replace it.

Then he whispers your name. Shocked and confused and relieved.

A small laugh escapes your lips and you nod, as his hands fly to rest on your waist.

And then he closes his eyes, resting his forehead against yours and says it again. Like a prayer. Like he was lost and now he has been found.

You cry. You cry because he remembers. You cry because he left. You cry for the girl lying dead on the ground. You cry for what could have been. 

You cry because you realize this was never meant to be.

You press your lips lightly against his. And then you whisper “I love you.”

He releases a shaky breath and then he opens his eyes. He looks at you with longing, as the red hue never completely abandons his eyes. It reminds you of what he is, of what you both lost. Of what cannot be.

And then he realizes it too. “I never stopped loving you,” he whispers against your lips, the sound of his voice breaking your heart.

And then he disappears into the night.

May or may not be a prequel to Blood Relations….