#vampire!captain

a/n: this title was mostly a joke because i'm writing this for @tobyisbeloved based off their vampire!captain AU. have fun you mack simps.

wc: 1591

Being a vampire in space is... hard, to say the least about it. The Captain knew this problem way too well. They had a supply of blood bags they'd been able to get on the ship, but keeping this a secret was hard.

Today was a struggle. Why? Someone got a cut. The Captain was halfway across the ship when they smelled the blood, their eyes widening. Y/n closed their eyes and leaned on the closest wall, clenching their jaw tightly to try and avoid their fangs from coming out. They could feel how hard they were gripping their thigh through their suit.

"Uhh, Captain? You alright?"

Oh fuck. Y/n forgot they weren't alone in the room. Mack was in here. Of course he was, he was fixing a part of the ship that he and Y/n had noticed to be faulty.

Y/n shook their head, gripping the wall and stumbling to the side. They just had to get to their room on the ship, open a blood bag, and satiate this hunger.

They heard footsteps coming closer to them, and hands grabbed their shoulders.

"Whoa, you almost fell there. You need help?"

"Mack d-" Y/n stuttered, groaning inwardly. They had to control their urges, right now. The cut on the other side of the ship had been covered, but Y/n still needed to satisfy their hunger. They took a deep breath. "Don't touch me."

Mack let out a condescending laugh. "What?" He asked, not removing his hands from Y/n. "Captain, are you alright? Do you need to get to the med bay?"

"No, I think I just need to lie down," Y/n managed to speak. Their speech was slurred and quick.

"Fine, let's get you to your room, then," Mack said with a sigh.

"I can get there myself," The Captain said between their gritted teeth, attempting to get away from Mack.

Mack didn't let up, only trying to help more. "I'm not too sure about that, Cap'n."

Y/n decided to let Mack help, groaning quietly to themself as they stumbled along with Mack bringing them down the halls. They kept their face away from Mack, trying to not look at him. They knew they wouldn't be able to control themself if they saw a human right now.

Once they finally made it to the Captain's quarters, Y/n leaned against the wall and put their hand against the scanner. Their breathing was heavy, knowing they were closer to getting the blood bags.

"Are you going to need my help getting in?" Mack asked from behind.

Y/n shook their head frantically. "Just go," they said quickly. The door finally opened and they stumbled in, rushing to their bed. They stumbled more, getting to their knees to pull the hidden cooler out from behind a desk. They opened the cooler and hurriedly grabbed a bag, ripping open a corner. Blood spattered out of the bag from the force, but Y/n didn't care, starting to gulp down the bag as fast as they could.

Finishing the bag, they dropped it and panted loudly, leaning against their bed. They lifted their hand and opened their eyes, going to lick some of the spilt blood off of it. They froze, looking up to see Mack in the doorway staring at them. Y/n's jaw dropped, realizing what had happened. They glanced at themselves, blood spattered on their hands, suit, and floor beneath them.

"C-Cap...tain?" Mack looked nervous, which was unusual.

The Captain got up quickly, almost falling as they did so. "Listen, I-." They paused, thinking for a moment. "Come in here."

"What?" Mack's voice was small; he was trying to back away.

"Come in here, now. I don't want anyone else seeing this," Y/n ordered.

Mack almost tripped over his own feet as he got into the room, closing the door behind him. He backed against it after it closed.

"So, is there any other explanation for that other than the one I'm thinking?" Mack asked.

The Captain just sighed and pinched the bridge of their nose. "No, there's not. Yes, I'm a vampire." They noticed the blood still on their arm and licked it off, not wanting it to go to waste. "And before you ask, no, none of those blood bags are any of the crew's. This is all from Earth from what I'd had already."

Mack looked down into the cooler. "There's not that many bags left," he remarked.

The Captain nodded slowly. "I've been trying to ration them out, make them all last longer. But someone got a cut in Cryo and I could smell it. I just went haywire, I couldn't do anything but get one of these bags." They looked around at the floor and their now definitely stained suit. "A little annoying that this happened, but I guess I'll have to deal. These fuckin' bags aren't gonna last me very long." They added the last part quietly, more to themself.

"You could-" Mack started, pausing for a second. "You could use... me," he offered.

Y/n looked at him, raising a brow in confusion. They let out a disbelieving scoff. "You're joking." They noticed Mack's cheeks and ears reddening. "Oh my god you're serious." They stepped a little closer to Mack. "You've had your blood taken before for tests, right?" Mack nodded. "So you know how it feels when you have less blood in your system than you're supposed to."

"Yes, but you're our Captain," Mack pointed out. "You need to survive somehow."

Y/n laughed slightly. "Don't you want to be Captain, anyway?" they asked.

Mack stammered for a second, looking away and rubbing the back of his neck. "Not really, I just know how to run the ship very well," he said. "Plus, the crew seems to really like you, and it'd be a shame if they... lost you."

Y/n caught on to what he was saying and smiled, one lip quirked up a bit more. "You like me," they said.

"No!" Mack quickly denied. "I mean, as a person, you're fine," he defended.

"You like me," the Captain repeated, stepping closer to Mack. The latter started backing away again.

"N-not in that way!" Mack stuttered, nervously chuckling. "I think you're a really good person and all, b-" He stopped talking as his back hit the wall. Y/n had him cornered, reaching forward.

The Captain put one finger under Mack's chin and tilted his head to look up at them. They slowly moved their hand to the side of his neck, finger gently running up and down Mack's neck. His breath stuttered out, his body relaxing slightly.

"May I?" The Captain asked, lowering their voice.

Mack nodded a bit, slightly moving his head to the side.

The Captain grinned excitedly, their fangs coming out. Their eyes slowly turned a dark red, and their pupils thinned to a small slit. Y/n moved quickly, one hand holding Mack's shoulder to keep him in place. The other holding his face and head up as they bit into Mack's neck with their fangs.

Mack made an unexpected sound, almost a whimper, as the sharp teeth pierced his skin. The Captain's fangs retracted to allow them to suck the blood through the holes, tasting the blood.

The engineer's blood was much sweeter than they'd expected it to be. The taste was delightful, rich in texture and exactly how they'd liked it. Once they'd decided they were done, they pulled away with one last lick against Mack's neck. They pressed their hand against the wound on Mack's neck and looked at him to see how he was doing.

To the Captain's surprise, Mack seemed fine. Happy, even. They thought it was from the blood loss, his brain not processing it correctly. Until Mack decided to speak.

"Holy shit, that was the hottest thing I've ever seen," Mack said quietly. After speaking, he looked surprised to have actually said it.

The Captain smiled slightly before grabbing his face and pulling him into a kiss. Mack melted into the touch; though, again, Y/n couldn't tell if it was from blood loss or actual bliss. After they pulled back, Mack's lips were slightly stained with his own blood.

Mack was panting, his eyes closed. The Captain grabbed his shoulder to keep him upright. They chuckled softly.

"The blood loss is getting to you," they said. Mack nodded sluggishly, leaning into Y/n's touch. "Alright, I got you," they said. They moved positions and put Mack's arm around their shoulder, wrapping theirs around his waist to carry him over to the bed.

They laid Mack down on their bed, the engineer not objecting due to his lightheadedness. While Mack recovered, Y/n started cleaning up the spilled blood from earlier. They also put a patch on Mack's neck to stop the bleeding but not before getting one last taste of his blood.

After a while, Mack finally recovered enough to be able to sit up. "I don't know if it's because of all the- the blood loss, but that was..."

"Hot?" Y/n finished his sentence for him. "You said it before, I don't know if you even realized that." They walked over to the bed and sat on the edge, looking at him. "So I'm guessing you're fine with me feeding off of you to save my other rations?"

if you want some inside looks,,, simply go listen to this

(a/n before the story; sorry this took a while to write, i had a lot to do yesterday lol. also this isn't my usual style of writing in the beginning, with it being slightly more horror-esque, but i quite like it! the ending is also kinda open to interpretation, so lmk what you think! <3)

wc: 1864

They'd snapped. Gone insane. The Captain hadn't been acting normal for the last few weeks, but today... today was their tipping point.

Mack slowly emerged from his hiding place in cryo, hoping that the cold had made him hard to detect. The doors throughout the ship were open, from the Captain's... rampage? Mack cautiously went towards the front of the ship, hoping to be able to get to the controls. He stepped in something wet and looked down, seeing a large puddle of blood.

Mack shuddered, holding back any sort of reaction to not alert the only other soul on the ship. He stepped over the body of a crewmate, trying not to look at them. The lights down the rest of the hall were spotty; the darkness didn't reveal anything about his surroundings.

As he ventured into the darkness, he kept his hand on the wall to steady himself and keep his direction. He ripped his hand away after feeling wetness on the wall. He took another step in the darkness. Mack's foot landed on something soft, but not too soft, startling him. He lost his balance, trying to grab anything. A loud thudding sound was made as he fell, along with a small splash.

Mack gasped, panting softly as he started scooting away from his original position. He stopped caring about what he was touching, just wanting to get back to a safe hiding spot. His hand landed on another body, startling him. He slammed the hand down on another side and gasped loudly as he felt blood splatter up onto his face.

He stayed there for a moment, panting as he tried to not heave up what little was already in his stomach. Mack slowly tried standing back up, pushing himself up. His boot slipped in the blood, unable to gain traction, and he fell back in the disgusting puddles of his crewmate's insides.

Mack could tell something was wrong. He tried quieting his breathing to listen to his surroundings. There was a sickening dripping sound that... was getting closer? Or was it getting louder with more blood? He couldn't tell, and he opted to back into the wall he assumed to be behind him. The heel of his boot slipped in blood again, his leg slipping and splashing into more blood. Mack let out a quiet whimper, closing his eyes tightly. He could feel the blood on his face slowly drying.

He continued trying to back away, stopping once more. The dripping was loud now, which made his heartbeat increase even more. He couldn't calm down if he tried; fear was the only thing he felt. Other than a new drop of blood falling onto his forehead. His eyes widened, realizing too late what was about to happen.

Hands gripped his shoulders tightly, and suddenly he was being dragged out of the hallway. Mack was panicking, his feet kicking as he struggled in their grasp. He felt like he was tearing up, feeling like these were going to be his last moments of his life. On the Invincible II, surrounded by his dead crewmates, killed by his rapid Captain.

He felt his back hit something hard, the hands releasing him. Make curled into a fetal position, not caring about feeling the blood from his soaked suit on his face.

"It's unusual." Captain? Why were they not killing him, what was going on? "I've been told I get strangely fascinated with things... bursts of infatuation," they went on.

Mack slowly looked up, seeing they were in the control room now. The Captain was leaning on the control panel, looking out into space ahead of them.

The Captain let out a short laugh, turning to look at Mack. "Lunatic, I've been called," they said. "Call me whatever fits your tastes-" They stepped closer to Mack, slowly kneeling down in front of him. "I just want to taste, since I've always heard it's what's inside that counts." Their pupils thinned out, a skinny diamond shape. The irises around them were a deep red, matching the blood splattered around their mouth almost. When they smiled, Mack saw their fangs almost stained red.

They reached their hand out, taking hold of Mack's chin, tilting his head slightly up, at an angle.

Mack shook his head slightly, wanting to back away further into the wall if he could. "Please," he muttered unwillingly. "Please don't."

The Captain smiled at him, tilting their head. "My insides are red, same as yours," they said. "And the red on my face is matching you." The Captain took a deep inhale, moving a hand down and pressing down into a spot on Mack's thigh. He winced, not realizing there was a wound there. He realized when he fell earlier that he'd knocked against a doorway.

"Goodness, you're bleeding," the Captain said, suddenly pressing harder into the wound. Mack let out a pained shout, reaching for his thigh. "What a wonderful feeling, isn't it?" They asked, leaning in closer to his face. The Captain smiled, standing back up and licking the blood that had soaked through Mack's suit off their fingers.

Mack was panting and letting out quiet whimpers of pain, holding his thigh as it bled more and more. "What are you going to do to me?" he asked, looking up at them. "Please- y/n, please, let me go."

The Captain's fangs glinted red as they smiled again. "You're down there and pleading for your life, my head is just reeling-" They paused holding their head before kneeling back down in front of Mack. "I just want you to know that the red means I love you," they said, reaching out and holding Mack's face. With their other hand, they pressed into Mack's wound again, blood soaking through again.

Mack tried holding back his shouts, turning to whines as he writhed in pain. "Please," he muttered, not even knowing what he wanted anymore. He just wanted this to stop. To get whatever this was.

The Captain took the pressure off of Mack's wound and sucked the blood off their fingers again, looking back at Mack. "Tasting your blood means I love you."

Mack continued his attempts to get away, to avoid the pain. "P-please, Captain, you're not like this. You've gone insane."

Their face dropped, looking dissatisfied with Mack's answer. They stood back up, shaking their head. "Unfortunate," they started. "It's such a shame this turned out this way, being called a maniac." They stepped on Mack's wounded thigh, tilting their head as they looked down at him.

Mack let out a pained scream, feeling like his thigh was on fire. He reached to push Y/n's foot off of him to no avail, only whimpering in excruciating pain.

"Well, yeah I get manic when I cause a panic," the Captain said with a menacing chuckle. They lifted their foot and crouched back down in front of Mack. "And of course I'm excited when I see you around." Their hand was shaking as they reached out to Mack again, their smile unwavering.

"Y/n, what happened to you?" Mack asked quietly.

They sighed and stood back up, shaking their head. "I was left high and dry, I had nothing to feed on. I didn't want to hurt the crew, I promise. I couldn't control myself. And truthfully, I don't feel in control right now, either. When I woke up I just... a rush came into my mind and I had to eat." They were looking back out the front of the ship, starting to space out.

Mack struggled to stand, but he got to his feet and started back down the hallway. He stumbled, catching the Captain's attention.

They turned around and just smiled. "The drops of blood you leave will just lead me back to you, Mack," they yelled after him. "We can play this game of cat and mouse, but run as you might, my love will never, ever stop."

Mack continued down the halls, tripping a few times on some of the other crewmates. He held his thigh as he ran, limping as he kept going. He made it to the medbay and started fixing himself up, thankful he'd learned how to do this a while ago. As he finished up, he could feel a presence in the doorway. He looked over slowly, seeing the Captain leaning against the door.

"I, uhm... I don't have any excuse for what I've done, other than the fact that I've starved for the past few weeks," they started. "And nothing I say can excuse me for killing the whole crew. Or what I've done to you."

"Can I ask you something really quick?" Mack spoke up. "Some of the crew I saw were incredibly pale and had no pools of blood around them? So what was that about?"

"Well I did say I was starving for weeks," Y/n reiterated. "I really needed blood, so they were... drained."

Mack nodded, looking away. "So what now?"

"You can go into Cryo," the Captain offered. "The ship is still on course."

"And what about you?" Mack asked.

"I can't go into Cryo. I'll find something to do," they said. "We shouldn't be too far from the planet."

"Won't you starve again?" Mack asked.

The Captain waved him off. "Don't worry about me. As long as you get to the new planet and make the colony, it's fine."

Mack paused before standing up, starting to leave the medbay.

"Where are you going?" Y/n asked, starting to follow him.

"Seeing how much longer we have," Mack said, limping down the halls.

"Why do you need to know, just go into Cryo!" The Captain stopped Mack, grabbing his shoulder. "Go into Cryo, okay?"

Mack looked at them before pushing their hand off his shoulder and continuing to the control room.

"Mack!" They sounded frustrated now, keeping up with Mack easily from his injured leg.

Mack stopped himself, realizing something. "Did you... clean everything up?" he asked.

The Captain sighed. "Yes, I did. I don't know what to do with the bodies yet."

"Airlock," Mack said. He dismissed the morbid thought and started going to the control room again. He finally made it and leaned against the control panel, tapping through to find the estimated arrival time. "Four months," he said under his breath.

"Yes, four months for you to go into Cryo," the Captain insisted. "Don't worry about me, just... go."

"Did you mean what you said earlier?" Mack asked.

"About what? I said a lot before, I don't think I meant a lo-"

"That you loved me?" Mack interrupted.

"Oh." They paused, seeming to take a moment before they answered. "I didn't know I... said that." Mack looked over at Y/n, seeing that they were blushing. "But I- I do mean that," they admitted.

"Then I'm not going into Cryo," Mack decided.

"What?" The Captain looked at Mack with a mixture of anger and confusion.