Alex Kralie was dying. From a neck wound.
His brain was dying and his mind went to one thought, from long back when he was still normal and the infection hadn't taken him.
He remembered it as clearly as if it was yesterday, and suddenly all his thoughts went to that one moment of humiliation.
He often stalked Tim. He stalked all of his cast members, but Tim especially.
He didn't know what was wrong with himself then.
It was a Saturday night, after filming had wrapped for the day on Marble Hornets.
Alex was listening in on Brian and Tim's conversation. He knew they were talking about him, he could hear it in their sarcastic and acrid tones.
And what he heard displeased him, greatly.
"Man, Kralie is harsh, isn't he?" Brian remarked, offhandedly.
"Of course he is. He wants to have control over everybody all of the time. He seems like the kind of guy that could do some really creepy shit in order to keep himself in control. " Tim replied ever-so-casually.
Alex had to acknowledge that Tim was correct on this matter. He wanted power, control, and he wanted to keep it in his grasp for as long as he wanted.
"He's so strict! I really do try and be polite to him, though. He is the guy paying us, after all," Brian exclaimed.
Tim turned to Brian and smiled.
"He really is, though. It feels like he always wants to suck the life out of us. Actually, to be honest, sometimes I expect him to tear my throat out and drink my blood. He's a goddamned vampire!" Tim added.
Brian and Tim shared a laugh over that line.
"Oh my god, he is, though! He's always unhealthily pale, it's like he hasn't gone outside in ten thousand years. And have you ever seen him eat? No. So there it is, we cracked the code: Alex Kralie is a vampire." Brian said jokingly.
Alex Kralie was livid at this point. He had heard enough. So he strode away, into the night.
He was dead now, floating in the infidesmal void. Then he could hear something. A voice.
I can give you what you seek.
You wish to have it all. Power. Lust. Tim Wright. You wish for many things, Alexander Kralie.
And it will be given to you, if you can take it.
You think yourself a monster, Kralie?
A vampire?
Very well.
Then a monster you shall become.
There was purest darkness enveloping him and then his eyes flicked open. He wasn't in the void anymore, no. He was in a snowy forest now. This was the real world again, a second chance.
He put a finger to his wrist. No pulse but he felt so alive. It felt as if he was the king of all he surveyed, that all this was his domain and that no-one alive could stop him.
He didn't need the glasses anymore, he knew that. But he still kept them on. For old time's sake, he assumed.
He strode through the forest with leonine elegance. There was a hunger, clawing at his throat and coursing through his veins.
He intended to see it sated by sunrise.
He heard her before he saw her. A scream, the scream of an innocent girl. His senses had sharpened and he could smell in the air something wonderful. Oh, whatever it was stirred a feral thing in him and his body went into overdrive.
He tore through the woods, frenzied and manic.
And then he could see her.
A girl with a weapon in her hand, reclining on a tree and bleeding out into the snows.
Something else took control, at that very moment. He could feel his teeth elongate as he stepped towards the girl with fangs bared.
They were actually not that far into the woods.
But nobody heard her screams and Alex's wicked laughter.
But nobody came.
Author's Note: I did say this was a crackfic taken seriously. Therefore, Vampire Alex Kralie is now a thing.
Whoops.