#vampire kirk

<ooc mayhaps we get some vampire Kirk 👀>

[Kirk had been bitten by an alien not too dissimilar from a large bat during his last mission. Bones checked out the affected area, two puncture wounds located almost 15 centimetres apart – one on top of his clavicle, the other on his shoulder, exposed by the vest. There was nothing to worry about, and the wounds weren't deep enough to warrant a dermal regenerator, so Bones sent him on his merry way, advising him to come back if he noticed any changes.

A week had passed without incident. The whole thing wasn't even on his mind anymore by the time he started feeling an insatiable hunger. He thought it was just a craving, and tried to satisfy it with a rare steak. And the next day, a very rare steak. And a very, very, very rare steak. And after that, a completely raw one. That almost did it.]

It's none of your business, Ensign. But, if you care that much, real men like their steaks still bleeding a little.

[He wasn't sleeping more than usual, either. He had just changed his schedule to line up with Gamma shift, as the bright lights of the artificial day cycle made his head hurt.]

Absolutely!

You had heard rumors of a blood thirsty creature that preyed on young women during the night. It sounded mostly to be nothing but sheer empty hoopla to keep the horror spirit of Halloween alive. But curiosity had finally wrapped its fingers around your better judgments. With your mind decided, you decided to meet this creature for yourself.

The cool, crisp autumn air pricked your skin as you cautiously approached this supposed house of horrors. But house was certainly an understatement as you gawked at the castle sized structure. Chills ran down your spine as you pushed open the doors to immediately be met by an unknown and masculine voice.

"What brings such a beautiful creature like you here? Don't you know that monsters live here?" His voice was alluring, chasing all skepticism away in your body.

"I don't believe in monsters. It's all just a bunch of hocus pocus." You tried to remain as brave as possible, but flinch as the large doors behind you are slammed shut. A piercing pair of golden brown eyes gaze down at you from the staircase.

You quickly step back as he makes his appearance before you. He was far from a monster. Locking eyes with him, you felt like a moth drawn into the flame. He then holds a hand out to you, arching a brow expectantly.

Righhttt over his lipsss, theres allo that alien greennn bloooddd wowww

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Ah... Is he...

[Kirk seems lost, as if his mind was somewhere else. He forces himself back to the present. He appears a little jumpy.]

Why the fuck would I care? He's not going to die from a little cut.

[Shoving the Ensign aside, Kirk returns to his quarters, where he had been heading to begin with. But, once there, he can't stop thinking about Spock's lips.

No, not that.

That was normal.

What he can't stop thinking about is Spock's green blood on his lips.

Thank you for bringing this to my attention. I have no ethical objections to his diet – it is, after all, replicated – but, after examining the replicator logs, his recent... meals are not compatible with human dietary needs. I shall talk to him.

Ah... You too? We should see Bones about that... Vampires aren't a thing, must be some... some alien virus.