#vampire!eddie x reader

[succubusmunson]

All Night Long

Pairing: Vampire!Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Your period cramps are horrible but Eddie knows just how to fix them.

Warnings: vamp!eddie, period sex, blood kink, oral (m and f receiving), mocking, begging, praise kink, fingering, biting, choking, spanking, hair pulling, pet names, name calling, unprotected sex, squirting, overstimulation, creampie, little aftercare

WC: 4.4K

(first time ever writing vamp!eddie and period sex, please enjoy it!)

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You and Eddie were on the couch, and while he was comfortably watching the old movie on the television, you were stirring in your seat.

You could feel it the moment it started, the small shock of cramps making you cringe. Out of all the times to start your period, why now when you were with your boyfriend? 

Eddie noticed you stirring, a mischievous glint in his dark eyes. “Something bothering you, sweetheart?” 

He knew exactly what was happening, and could smell it before you came into the trailer. It made his mind race with thoughts of what was coming tonight. You were always extra needy while on your period, and his newfound stamina was exactly what you needed. 

“Don’t act like you don’t know.” You crossed your arms over your chest with a huff.

“Oh, c’mon,” Eddie scooted closer to you, his face pressed into the nape of your neck. “You smell delicious–you know that? I’ve been so fucking painfully hard since I first smelled you.”

Sure enough, when your eyes trailed down his body is when you noticed it. The bulge in his jeans was so prominent now that he pointed it out. You could see it twitch, and you couldn’t try to hide the pace at which your head sped up. There was no hiding it from him.

“Eddie…” Your voice trailed off as another cramp hit you, and he knew exactly what to do.

His lips were rough against your neck as he kissed the soft skin. Razor-sharp teeth grazed your skin just enough to have your eyes squeezing shut from the pleasurable pain.

“Let me take your pain away,” his ringed hand trailed up your legs between your thighs, cupping your already-soaked cunt through your pants. “I can hear, and smell, just how bad you want it.”

You turned to look at him, pleading with your eyes as your hips bucked up into his hand. “Please.”

That was all he needed to hear before he was throwing you over his shoulders, his newfound strength making it easier to manhandle you just how you wanted. 

Your back fell on his bed, his many pillows engulfing your body. 

“You look so good,” Eddie popped the button of your jeans, his lips kissing along your waist. “Good enough to eat.”

His words made your legs spread instantly, giving him the perfect amount of room to slot his body between them. 

“Eddie, I don’t have the patience for this.” 

“Shhh, I wanna take my time with you.” He looked up at you, his eyes boring into yours sent a chill down your spine.

This was your first time with Eddie since he came back as… this. You were scared and horny all at once. Eddie could never hurt you, but the thought that he maybe could? It was making you bite your lip in anticipation. 

Eddie knew what you were thinking, a smirk plastered on his pale face. “You love a little pain, I know you do.” 

The second your jeans and panties were off, Eddie’s nose was nuzzling against your inner thigh. He was inhaling you, moaning at the smell.

“Shouldn’t we put a towel down, just in case?” You knew how messy period sex can get. This wouldn’t be the first time doing that with Eddie.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Eddie crawled up the bed until his forehead rested against yours and his skilled fingers traveled up your opened legs. “A little blood won’t hurt anything.”

Your thighs shook when Eddie barely ghosted a finger over your swollen clit. 

That was one of the things he loved most when you were on your period. You are so sensitive that the slightest touch had you putty in his hands. He could breathe on you, and the hair on your body would rise, and your skin would start to glisten with sweat. Eddie, undoubtedly, used your over-sensitivity to his advantage. 

“Look at you, baby,” he pressed a kiss to your neck as he added pressure to your clit. You couldn’t help but whine at the contact. “You’re so needy.”

“For you?” You gasped when he added more pressure, rubbing slow but harsh circles. “Y-yes.”

You felt the air of his breath hit your skin when he let out a chuckle. “Yeah? Is that so?”

Eddie slid a finger down your slit, teasing the aching hole of your cunt. “Why don’t you tell me how needy you are? I wanna hear you say it, beg for me.”

You put your soft hand over his rough one, helping him slide a finger in. Your breath hitched at the feeling of something being in you, helping the ache go away just a little. “Mmm, thought you could smell just how bad?” 

Using his free hand, he gripped your cheeks,  making you turn toward his face. “I do, but I wanna hear you fucking say it.” He gripped harder on your cheeks, your lips now puckering out. 

“Eddie… please.” Your voice was muffled, your eyes locking with his. “I need you- anything. Just make me cum.”

He let go of your cheeks, using one hand to spread your thighs further apart, the other sliding more fingers into you. “Now, that wasn’t too hard.” 

You clenched around his fingers, feeling your wetness and blood soak them. Your head rolled to the side, giving Eddie more area to bite and kiss at your neck. 

Your thighs became a pretty, red mess from squeezing them together as his fingers kept fucking into you. 

“I wonder just how much you can take,” his fingers curling up and making you whine. “I wanna see how long you can last before you’re crying and tapping out.” 

You gripped at the sheets below you, already so close to the first orgasm of the night. “I-I can do it, I promise.” 

The squelch of Eddie’s fingers pumping in and out of you fast echoed off the thin walls of his bedroom. They were almost as loud as your whimpers.

“Always so willing to please me.” Eddie bit harshly at your neck, his teeth barely cutting into your skin.

“Fuck-”

“It's one of the things I love most about you.” You could feel Eddie smirk against your neck, licking up the blood from the bite.

Eddie pressed his lips to yours in a heated kiss. His tongue swipes over your bottom lip before biting. Your mouths melted together, tongues dancing around each other. You moaned into the kiss, Eddie swallowing it down whole as if he could keep your sounds playing on repeat forever. 

You could feel your orgasm fast approaching. Eddie wasn’t letting up, making sure he was hitting that soft spot inside you with each pump of his fingers. 

“You gonna cum for me already, sweetheart?” His tone was mocking. 

“Yes, yes!” Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, your legs shaking against the bed. 

Eddie picked up the pace, fucking with his fingers so fast that your body shook. His thumb continued to rub circles on yours, adding more and more pressure with each swipe. 

“Do it.” His voice lowered now that you were closer. “Fucking cum on my fingers.” 

Your chest heaved as you gushed over Eddie’s fingers, soaking them and the sheets below you. 

“Oh-oh!” Your mind only focuses on the feeling, finding it hard to form full words. It felt so good to cum, to ease the pain of your cramps. 

“That’s a good girl.” Eddie continued finger fucking you through your orgasm, letting you ride it out until you could catch your breath. “You take my fingers so well.”

When you finally opened your eyes back up, you saw Eddie’s fingers in his mouth. He was licking them clean, collecting every drop so nothing would go to waste. 

He hummed at the taste of the metallic blood mixed with your cum, something he could now never get enough of. 

“That little taste isn’t going to do.” He moved from the bed, dropping to his knees at the end of it. “I need more.” 

“Already?” You had barely come down from your first orgasm. He really wasn’t going to let up tonight. 

Eddie gripped your ankles, squeezing hard enough that you felt his cold rings press into your skin. “Yes, already.”

In a swift moment, Eddie had pulled your body down the bed, your legs dangling over his broad shoulders. His face was right next to your cunt, looking like a starved man who hadn’t eaten in years. 

“You’re perfect,” he spread the lips of your cunt slowly with his thumbs, examining every part of it. “I’ve been needing this,” his voice muffled as he stuck his tongue out to swipe at your clit. 

Almost immediately, your hands flew to his unruly hair. You tangled your fingers in it, growing impatient and pulling his face closer to you. 

“Don’t be a tease, not now.” You were starting to ache with need again, and he knew it.

Eddie bit the inside of your thigh multiple times, leaving marks for you and him to admire later. “What’s the rush? I need to savor this moment.”

And savoring the moment he was. He was taking his time, looking between you, your shirt bunched up above your tits, and your perfect cunt. Eddie got lucky when you agreed to be his and took every chance he could to just sit back and stare at you.

You bucked your hips up toward his face, egging him on to do something. “Please.” 

Without any warning, Eddie sucked your aching clit into his mouth. He gripped your thighs with his hands, squeezing them while moving his head side to side, pulling your clit with him. 

“Fuck- yes, Eddie!” You ground your cunt on his face, his tongue swiping back and forth, from your clit to your hole. 

“Taste so fucking good.” Eddie moaned against you, sending the shock of vibrations through your body. You shuddered at the feeling and he chuckled against you. 

You pulled his hair, causing him to moan, but not before sliding his tongue inside your cunt. He swirled it around, his pointed and perfectly shaped nose nudging at your clit at the same time. 

“Holy-“ You threw your head back against the pillows, the pleasure you were feeling taking over your whole body. “Right fucking there!” 

You clenched around his tongue, feeling not only your blood but your wetness drip down the crack of your ass, making an even bigger mess than before. 

“Mmmm,” Eddie pushed his face deeper into your cunt, if that were even possible.

He pulled his tongue out and went back to sucking your clit. The slurping sounds echoing in your ears. His skilled fingers went back to work in your cunt. Sliding one, two, three fingers inside you and curling them right against your g-spot. 

You let out a high-pitched scream of Eddie’s name as your second orgasm came out of nowhere. Squirting over his face and fingers, coating everything. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop!” 

He pulled away long enough to watch as your body shook as you came. Watching you come undone was having his cock twitch in his pants, he could feel the precum make a spot in his boxers. “That’s fucking right, scream my name.”

Eddie wasn’t stopping at all, your clit still nestled in his warm mouth, and his fingers fucking into you so hard that all you saw was white before you came again, fully soaking everything below you. 

“Look at you,” he gently kissed over the bite marks on your thighs, soothing you. “So cute when you’re all fucked out from just my mouth and fingers.”

When he pulled away and you looked down at him, you noticed your crimson blood covering the lower half of his face. He used his hand to wipe the mess you made, popping it in his mouth. 

Eddie would never get enough of your taste. If he could taste you forever, he would. 

“Holy shit,” you weakly sat up on your elbows, giving him a beaming smile. Your body felt amazing, and he wasn’t even done with you yet. 

When Eddie stood up from the floor, his cock was eye level with you. Your mouth suddenly watered with a need to be filled. You needed to have his cock down your throat, to make you gag, and cry. 

Eddie watched as you got on your knees this time, crawling until you were sitting on the floor in front of him. 

“Got something on your mind, pretty girl?” He rubbed a hand across your cheek as you reached up for his belt, ghosting your hand over the growing bulge. 

You quickly undid his belt and the button to his cheeks, your tongue coming to swipe over your bottom lip. “I’ve got a lot of things on my mind.” You looked up at him with big doe and innocent eyes.

Once his pants were down his legs, you nuzzled your face into his hairy thigh. Taking your time to run your nails along his clothed cock, feeling the throb of it against your hand. 

The hand in your hair pulled your hand back, making you whimper out. “You gonna tease me or put your pretty mouth to use?”

The way Eddie spoke to you like you were a toy made your heart thump in your chest. You loved when he acted this way towards you, like you were nothing but something to use for his pleasure.

Eddie slid down his boxers, his cock springing in front of your waiting mouth. The tip was an angry wet, dripping with precum. Your tongue licked at the leaking slit, collecting what was dripping and swallowing it down. You opened your mouth once you were done, sticking out your tongue to show you that you did a good job. 

Taking your mouth wide open as an opportunity, Eddie trapped the back of your head and slid his cock down your throat. Immediately you gagged, your throat not ready for the sudden intrusion. 

“Atta girl,” Eddie just laughed at you, mocking your whimpers. “Awe, poor thing. Is it too big for you?”

To show that it wasn’t too big, you took more of him in your mouth. His heavy balls now wetly pressed against your chin. You looked up at him with tear glossed eyes as you swallowed around his cock.

“Shit.” Eddie threw off his shirt and looked down at you in awe. 

His cock was fully stuffed in your mouth, your tears staining your rosy flushed cheeks. You looked so good like this, you always looked good in his eyes.

You reached a hand up and cupped his cum filled balls, trying but failing to smirk when he let out a choked groan. 

“O-oh, fucking hell.” The grip Eddie had on your hair tightened as he moved your mouth up and down his cock. 

He gave you a chance to breathe, fully pulling you away. Your lips were wet, red, and swollen. Strings of salvia strung from your used lips to from his cock and the sight had you grinding against the air.

Eddie leaned down until he was closer to you, his breath fanning across your lips. “Does sucking my cock get you that needy?”

“Yes.” You didn’t even hesitate when you answered. 

“What a dirty fucking slut.” The hand on his balls gave a firm squeeze, Eddie’s eyes immediately screwing shut. “Jesus Christ, baby. You’re so fucking good.”

You took the sensitive head of his cock back into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the leaking slit.

Eddie was close, you could tell by his stomach muscles tensing and his groans becoming louder. “That’s right, use your mouth to make me cum.” 

Bobbing your head up and down his cock, you didn’t stop. Not until Eddie was holding your head still, his cock fully in your throat, his hot cum dripping down it. His words came out broken as he could only focus on the warmth and wetness of your mouth as he came.

“I-,” his hips stuttered against your face as he kept cumming in your mouth. “S-so good.”

When you pulled away with a pop! of your mouth, you were in shock to see that he was still rock hard after he had just cum. 

Eddie noticed your expression and patted your cheek, rubbing his thumb along your bottom lip. “I’ve got a lot of stamina now, baby. I told you, you’d be in for it.”

He moved to lay on the bed, his cock fully standing up, and waiting for you. 

You crawled onto the bed, swinging your legs so that you could straddle Eddie’s hips. His hands came to rest over your own hips, guiding you until your cunt was hovering over his cock, dripping on it. 

Deciding not to waste anymore time, you slowly slid down his cock, whimpering at the slight stretch of your cunt. It was blissful to finally have his cock in you, filling you full to the brim. 

“God- Eddie, you feel so good.” You braced your hands against his tattooed chest, giving yourself something to sturdy your body on. “Fill me so full that your balls are pressed right against my ass.” 

One of Eddie’s hands moved from your hips, coming down hard, and spanking you. The impact was hard enough to have your skin stinging in pleasure, wanting more. 

“Again,” you whimpered, lifting your hips. 

“Oh, you want more?” Repeatedly, Eddie’s hand came down in harsh spanks, alternating between ass cheeks. Your supple skin jiggled under his hand.

By the time he was done, small tears were falling from your eyes, mouth agape from your silent moans, your ass was now rosy red. 

“My pretty baby,” he bucked his hips up into you, jolting your body forward. “Such a tight fucking cunt.”

Your nails dug into Eddie’s chest, leaving behind crescent moon shapes. “Please, give it to me!” 

Eddie’s hips kept bucking up into you, rolling your hips to meet each thrust. The little patch of Eddie’s pubic hair was rubbing perfectly against your clit. “Yes, oh my god- yes!”

You had completely forgotten you still had your shirt on before Eddie ripped it right down the middle. Your nipples immediately hardened from the cold air hitting them. 

Eddie’s eyes watched, never leaving your chest, as your tits bounced up and down. He leaned forward, wrapping his lips around one of the buds and sucked it into his mouth as you kept riding him. 

“Baby- Eddie!” You wrapped your arms around his head, holding him in place. 

Eddie mumbled against your skin. You could only make out the word “beautiful,” making your heart flutter.

Each roll of your hips had your eyes rolling back and your thighs shaking. Eddie’s cock was sliding in and out of your pussy perfectly, bringing you closer to cumming. 

“Yeah? You like that?” Eddie’s hands found your hips again, guiding you up and down his cock. “Look so good taking my cock, baby.” 

“Eddie- I’m gonna cum!” You clenched around his cock, your head falling into his neck. 

“Cum for me baby.” He reached between your sweaty bodies and found your clit, rubbing fast circles on it. “Doing so fucking good.” 

You let out broken moans against the skin of his neck as you came around his cock, gushing over it and his balls. You saw stars behind your eyes and your skin was on fire as your orgasm tore through your body, making you shake, and cry out.” 

“Eddie!” Your hands gripped onto anything they could. 

Eddie grabbed you by your hair and pulled you from his neck to get a good look at you. “Jesus, look at you so cock drunk,” he soothed a hand over your head. “But we aren’t done yet.” 

He helped you slide off of him, both of you hissing from the sensation. Your cum dripped from your used hole and down your thighs as he turned you over to your stomach. 

Your hand printed ass was now in the air, your holes in display for him. 

“You’re so pretty,” his rough hands spread your ass cheeks apart, getting a good look at you. “Just wanna use you until you’re passed out from coming so much.” 

“Please…” Your voice came out tired, but you were ready for more. That was evident in the wiggle of your hips. 

You felt the rough mouth of Eddie as he kissed and bit his way up your back and to your neck. Marking you up more so you know who you belong to. “You just take whatever I give you, huh?”

You nodded your head against the pillow, finding words hard to speak. 

His hand swatted at your ass again, making it even redder. “I asked you a question.” 

“Uhuh, yes!” You turned your head to the side and looked at him as he looked back at you. “I’ll take everything you give.”

Without warning, he slid his cock all the way inside of your cunt until his balls were slapping against your clit. Your eyes shot open and your back arched. 

You were now beyond overly sensitive. Each drag of his cock, each kiss to your neck, everything was sending your body into overdrive. Maybe you couldn’t take everything he gave you and Eddie noticed it immediately.

“You tapping out?” His lips were right by your ear, his teeth nipping at your earlobe. 

“N-no…” You wiggled your hips against his cock, your hands gripping the pillow and your knuckles turning white. 

Eddie chuckled behind you, his teeth barred as he let out a low groan. “You’re already about to cum, aren’t you? I can fucking feel it.” 

He wasn’t wrong, you were already clenching around his cock again. It just felt so fucking good and holding on was getting harder to do. 

“Just- don’t stop.” Tears were stinging in your eyes the closer you got, your toes curling with each thrust of Eddie’s hips. 

Eddie didn’t stop, especially knowing you were about to cum again. His hips pistoned into you, his cock bullying your hole. “You can do it, baby.” His sweat was dripping down your back. 

You couldn’t, not when your orgasm hit you like a freight train. You slumped back down into the pillows and screamed into them. Every part of your body shook as you squirting over Eddie’s cock and balls, coating your thighs in more of a mess than earlier. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” This orgasm was harder than the others, sending shocks throughout your body and making you convulse against the bed. “I-I can’t stop.”

“Holy shit,” Eddie couldn’t take his eyes off your cunt. You just kept squirting, making his cock slip out and your cunt now clench around nothing. “Baby, you’re so fucking hot.” 

He turned you over, now having you on your back. Your 

eyes were fully glazed over, skin red from sweating. You are completely used. 

You tried to pull him away, but he pinned your arms above your head with one of his hands.

“You got one more in you,” he tapped the hefty tip of his cock against your clit, your legs trying to close. “Just take it, baby.”

You couldn’t resist it, though, not when it came to Eddie. 

The slide of his cock in your cunt burned, but it quickly turned pleasurably. “S-shit.” 

Eddie pressed his forehead against yours, but his eyes never left where the two of you were connected. “I wish you could see your cunt taking all of my cock.” He slid all the way out before slamming back in, sending your body up the bed. “So fucking good.” 

Your drug your nails down his back, making your own marks on him. “Please, j-just one more.” It was all you could handle, just one more.

“Yeah?” He wrapped a hand around your throat and squeezed, watching as you lost a little bit of your breath. “One more, sweetheart.” 

Each snap of Eddie’s hips had the both of you moaning out, your breaths fanning across one another’s face. 

“Love your cock,” you bit your lip hard enough to draw blood. 

Eddie went to speak but inside let out a throaty moan when he felt you clench around him again and his balls tighten up. This time he was going to cum with you, drain everything he had inside your needy, little cunt. 

“Gonna fill you up nice and full- fuck,” the hand on your throat squeezed harder the closer he got to cumming. “Watch it drip out of you mixed with your sweet blood.”

The sound of skin slapping against skin and breathy moans filled the room. 

“Keep squeezing my cock,” Eddie’s head fell beside yours. “Just like fucking that.” 

“Please, please, please!” You repeated the word like a prayer as the coil in your stomach tightened until it couldn’t go anymore. 

Eddie let go of your neck and laced his fingers with yours as you both came together. 

You gushed over his cock again, your mouth falling open in broken moans and screams. You couldn’t focus on anything other than the warmth feeling off Eddie cumming inside you, emptying his balls. 

“T-take it all.” Eddie’s eyes were screwed shut, his chest heaving up and down with each short breath he took. “God, I fucking love you.” 

By the time Eddie was done cumming, you were numb. Your body was worn out and limp, just how Eddie loved it when he was done fucking you. 

Eddie pulled out but didn’t move from his position. Instead, he laid his body on top of yours, engulfing you in his arms. 

“T-thank you,” you tried to wrap your arms around him but everything felt so heavy. 

“You feel better now?” He pressed soft kisses across your chest, the total opposite of how he just acted when his cock was inside you. 

Too tired to talk, you only nodded your head, your eyes almost falling shut from the sleepiness taking over your body. 

The sheets below your body were covered in your sweat and blood, your thighs sticky with cum.  Eddie’s cock was also covered in your blood and cum, but he loved it that way. It was a mess, but Eddie and you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Before shutting your eyes completely, you noticed the sun start to shine through the blinds on the windows. Eddie had fucked you all night long and into the morning. 

You felt Eddie scoop your body into his arms, making his way to the bathroom.

He turned the water to the bath on as you sat in his lap, half asleep.

“You just relax,” Eddie whispered to you.” I’ll clean up you and the mess you made. Maybe later we can go again, if you can take it.”

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Series Masterlist Here

“What did it feel like?” You asked him, propping up on headboard to look at him.

Eddie was sitting at the end of your bed, a place he frequented a lot lately after coming back from the upside down.

It’s like your friendship had grown from 0 to 100 as soon as he arrived. He had barely left your side since he got his thirst under control a few months ago.

It was odd since you never really knew Eddie before March and now it was like he was your shadow. Even your friends were shocked when he came back and immediately found you first.

You didn’t mind the nearness, instead of being terrified by your new vampire friend you felt safe with him.

Like you knew he’d never hurt you.

“What did what feel like?” He hummed as he doodled in his notebook.

You closed the book you were reading. “You know.”

Eddie shut his eyes for a moment, setting the pencil down beside him. You had been wanting to ask him this question for months but couldn’t find the bravery to do it until now.

He took a deep breath and you almost told him never mind until he started to speak again.

“It feels like…agony. The pain was worst in my stomach and mouth like I had swallowed hot iron. The worst part though…was my mind. I could feel my thoughts changing-my needs, changing. When I finally opened my eyes I just knew I wasn’t human any more. And I only wanted one thing.”

“Blood?” You asked.

Eddie looked at you for a long moment, and eyes softening as he gazed at you.

“Yeah, sure. Blood.”

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[vivwritescrappythings]

Just Love Me and Eat

Vampire!Eddie Munson x Reader

You watched Eddie die, so this must be some nightmare in your room.

tw: blood, biting, i think its gender neutral?

also just really loved Bones and All and the concept of cannibalism/vampirism as love so made this lil guy

Word Count: 2k

Part two

masterlist

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Your room was dark, the curtains pulled shut and the lights off. It had been a month since Eddie died and you didn’t have the energy to pantomime life without him. You had no sense of what time it was, every day simply becoming another day where he was gone and you were left unmoored. If it wasn’t for the sound of birds chirping and kids playing outside, you wouldn’t have guessed time was passing at all.

You didn’t sleep, you hardly ate. Nancy and Robin brought you food like offerings, using their keys to enter your apartment and leaving simple meals outside your bedroom door with soft knocks on the wood. Their little tupperwares were probably the only things keeping you alive–you knew Eddie would be upset if you wasted food on his account.

The Hellfire shirt Wayne had given you was soft and well-worn, but it hardly smelled like Eddie anymore. The familiar scent of tobacco and leather and the incense that he used to try to cover the stink of weed was fading, soon you wouldn’t be able to detect it at all under the sharp tang of your sweat.

Curled up in your comforter, you kept thinking about how it should’ve been you instead. Eddie would have known how to keep living, he would’ve been able to move on. You? You were just surviving.

Sleep threatened the edges of your vision, you’d been staring at the fuzzy polaroid photo you had propped on your nightstand. It was of you and Eddie at some party, he was smiling broadly at the camera with you tugged neatly to his side. Both of you held solo cups, your head rested on his shoulder like it was meant to be there.

It was your last good memory of him, before Chrissy Cunningham died and everything you ever knew fell to pieces.

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Your dreamless sleep was interrupted by something tapping at your window. At first you thought—prayed—you were hallucinating it. Maybe it was just a lack of sleep accumulating to finally make you hear things. But it insisted, the knocking at your second-floor window was incessant enough that it managed to pull you from your bed.

The quilt came with you as you carefully crossed the room to your window, trepidation making you bite your lip before you finally pulled back the curtain. It was a quick motion, ripping off the band-aid with the expectation of seeing a woodpecker or a squirrel or something normal on the other side.

What you didn’t expect to see was your dead boyfriend in the moonlight.

You nearly screamed, your eyes widening into dinner plates as you clapped a hand over your mouth to muffle the noise. It must’ve been a dream, or a nightmare. In your effort to get away from the window you tripped over discarded shoes on the floor and fell back onto your butt. Panicked, delirious tears roll down your cheeks as you start to roughly pinch the skin on your exposed thigh.

“Wake up, wake up, wake up,” you mumbled to yourself as you hyperventilated through the tears. It couldn’t be Eddie, Eddie was dead. He was in The Upside Down. You were never getting him back.

It was too late when you realized your window was unlocked, not-Eddie placing a palm flat against the glass to push it up. It was slow, you were too stunned to get up and try to close it. You were just outright sobbing on the floor of your bedroom, angry welts across your leg from where you’d been pinching at it almost hard enough to draw blood.

This Eddie looked different… he looked off. His eyes weren’t brown anymore: they were too bright, almost looking like a cat’s eyes in a photograph. Your window was fully open now, not-Eddie pitching himself through with a grace you’d never seen before.

“Did you miss me, baby?” he asked, his voice sounding the same as it used to. Your heart twisted, breaking into a million pieces—you’d dreamt of Eddie before, but never like this. His clothes were ripped and dirty, his battle vest in shreds along with the shirt beneath it. You could see the gnarled, twisting scars on his arms and his neck and parts of his torso through the shirt—everything the demobats had done to him.

He took in the state of your bedroom, appraising it with the careful eye of someone who had been there many times before. You kept crying into your hand, not able to catch your breath. Your head was spinning, part of you wanting to wake up from the dream as the rest wanted to stay asleep—you wanted to soak up time with any shred of Eddie you could have.

Not-Eddie took a few careful steps toward you, his not-so-white Reeboks softly hitting the ground as he crouched in front of you. He had his Hellfire shirt on under his shredded battle vest and leather jacket, blood and dirt and foggy black stains clinging to the fabric. The one Wayne had given you was an extra, something found in the back of Eddie’s closet.

“You… you’re dead,” you finally croaked, your voice cracking and raspy from disuse. The breath you took rattled in your lungs, the scent of earth and blood and something vaguely like tobacco filling your nose. “I watched you… the bats…”

It was rushing all back to you, the way you screamed when all the bats fell around Eddie. You and Dustin ran to him, watching him die in your arms. Steve carried you out of the Upside Down kicking and screaming.

Not-Eddie tutted at you, his yellow eyes roving over your form. They paused at your neck, at the hem of the Hellfire shirt against your thighs. Something inside you kept telling you to get off the floor and run, but you remained rooted to the spot.

“You really think some silly little bats could keep me away from you?” Not-Eddie asked, his head tilting. “Nothing could keep me from you. Nothing.”

His hands were freezing when they wrapped under your knees to drag you closer. Fat tears rolled down your face, stinging at your eyes and hot against your cheeks.

“This can’t be happening.”

Not-Eddie chuckled, his smile revealing perfectly white teeth. His canines and outermost incisors in the top row of his teeth were elongated, looking like fangs more than anything else. Your mind stuttered, frantically trying to keep up.

His hands were still on the backs of your knees, his gaudy costume rings cold against your skin. His calloused fingers pressed at the popliteal veins at the backs of your legs. If anything he seemed to be preoccupied with rolling them under his fingertips, tracing along them.

“Guess they weren’t normal bats, baby,” he muttered, rolling from crouching on his feet to kneeling between your legs.

Your breath hitched as he bent over you, one dirt-crusted hand pressing against the floorboards near your head. His long curls fell down around you, curtaining your dark bedroom from your view as your breaths became shallow. He was so close to your Eddie that you almost found yourself convinced.

He leaned down, nosing at your neck. Hot breaths huffed at the curve between your neck and shoulder. “I’m sorry,” he growled in a low voice, a large hand pressing to your sternum to pin you to the floor. He was so strong, it was like he had placed a weight on your chest.

“I’m so sorry,” you whined, your voice pathetic and soft. You stared up at the ceiling, your hands loosely tugging at his leather jacket. “I shouldn’t have let Harrington drag me away, should’ve stayed.”

He shushed me, pressing his nose to my skin and inhaling deeply. “S’okay, baby. You’ll make it up to me,” he mumbled, his voice seeming only partially present in the conversation. Not-Eddie’s lips pressed to your throat.

“Your heart is beating so fast… smells so good,” he groaned, licking up the side of your throat for a moment. “I’m starving, baby. You gonna help me?”

His voice was dripping with soft affection, like someone talking to a skittish wild animal. “Eddie…” you whined, your instincts screaming that something was wrong.

“Shh shh,” he mumbled, placing open mouthed kisses over your pulse point. His voice was broken, a desperation in it that you understood and recognized. “It’s okay... I just gotta eat, I’m so hungry. Haven’t eaten anything… wanted to see you first.”

Your head was spinning, the realization that this is your Eddie snapping into place like a sudden, infallible truth. Your heart was still pounding against your ribs like a hummingbird trapped in a cage. For the first time you felt like prey as Eddie kept you cornered against the floor. But he was still gentle, not taking what he easily could have.

“I love you,” you whispered, tears clouding your eyes. He was different, more monster than man, but this was Eddie. Your Eddie.

“Love you so much,” he said, his teeth scraping against your delicate skin. The words sounded like a prayer, like they’d been ripped from his chest. He seemed stuck, his muscles clenching as he traced his tongue and teeth along the thick vein in your throat. “Missed you.”

You nodded, swallowing thickly. “Eat, Eddie. S’okay,” you mumbled despite your instincts screaming at you to get him off of you.

“I know you’re hungry, let me help.” You tilted your head, pressing your throat to his teeth. A lamb to the slaughter. He stiffened at the action, fighting to keep himself under control. “Don’t want you to be hungry. Not anymore.”

The sound he made was like he got punched in the stomach. Eddie groaned, his fingers pressing into the floorboard hard enough to make the wood split. Your brow pinched, concern running through you. He still hadn’t taken action, not yet.

Your fingers threaded into the soft curls at the nape of Eddie’s neck, pulling his head closer. “You won’t hurt me, Eds. Just love me and eat.”

He grunted, the ghost of a nod coming from him as his nose bumped your neck. The pain of Eddie’s teeth sinking into your neck made you whimper. His hand moved from your sternum to caress your cheek, thumb rubbing back and forth soothingly. The sting faded to warmth, Eddie’s lips pressed firmly against your throat as he suckled at you.

After a while you could hardly keep your hand in his hair, so dizzy and tired that the back of your knuckles smacked against the floor. You felt like you were melting into it, vision doubling as your eyes crossed. Your breaths were shallow and slow. It was hard to think, your mind not able to even tell what time it was or how long it had been.

But your exhaustion was enough, Eddie pulled away. He lapped at the remaining blood on your skin for a moment before sitting back completely. You looked up at him with dizzy eyes, vaguely categorizing the way blood was smeared across his full lips and down his chin.

“C’mon, baby,” he said, gathering your loose limbs from where you’d sprawled on the floor. He seemed more himself now, his actions considerate and his voice back to its normal cadence. He lifted you in a smooth motion, carrying you to bed with a tenderness you remembered from him. He was so much stronger now.

After situating you on the covers, he removed his jacket and toed off his shoes. His body settled behind yours, making the mattress dip as he pulled your spine to his chest. You were fighting with every blink, trying to keep your eyes open for as long as possible. If this was a dream you didn’t want Eddie to disappear.

“I’ll be here when you wake up, I swear,” he said into your hair, his large hands smoothing along your waist and your bicep. The reassurance was enough for you to drift off, the blood loss pulling you toward unconsciousness. “We’ll talk tomorrow.”

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Even tho Eddie’s a vampire damn that boy already in love 😂 can’t wait for when we tell him we love him 🤧🥰 also is it dangerous in this serious for a human and a vampire when they do it like in twilight? Plus is Eddie a virgin? 😂👀 I would assume so

Hiii lovey!! So I’m gonna answer these questions with some conversations between Vampire!Eddie and Reader😂 but I agree Eddie is so in love already😂 I hope you enjoy these!💖

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“So…have you ever had a girlfriend or anything before?” “No.” “What? Why?” “What do you mean why?” “I mean you…you look like that…and you’re telling me you’ve never had a girlfriend or someone who wants to jump your bones all the time?” “Oh I’ve have encounters like…that before but just never anything serious enough for a label of girlfriend.” “Encounters?” “Yes.” “Elaborate on these encounters please.” “I…don’t think this is a good conversation to have in public sweetheart.” “It’s that raunchy? Are you into some kinky stuff? Not saying it’s a bad-” “You are insufferably nosey…I’ll just answer the questions you really want to ask but are too shy to actually do so…how about that?” “What questions?” “No I’m not a virgin..even when I was a regular human I had no issue in that department and yes you and I can have…relations without any fear of it being dangerous…unless you’re into that sort of thing then I can make-” “that’s enough…thank you for…answering my questions.” “Anytime my darling…now it’s noon that means you must be hungry for…lunch?” “Uh yeah…yeah I could eat.”

“Eddie? Why…are you looking at me like that?” “I’m just thinking that’s all.” “About what?” “I think the love I have for you is too great for just one lifetime that’s why I’m destined to live this life forever so I can find you and love you in all of yours.” “I just had to ask…” “don’t you agree? You said so yourself that you felt like you’d been waiting for me when I found you in the woods.” “I…I don’t know…I know you love me and not the kind of love a human feels for another human I know it’s-” “deeper and more meaningful.” “Yes…but you…you really think you’ll be able to find me in all of my next lives?” “Yes.” “How can you be so sure?” “I found you this time didn’t I?” “That’s because we live in the same city..what if next time I’m in London or Greece?” “I will find you…my heart will tell me exactly where I need to go and I’ll get to you.” “Or…I could just live this life…with you forever?” “Please don’t ruin this moment I’m having…it’s quite nice.” “Fine I won’t ruin this one…but we are having this conversation…eventually.” “Yes…eventually.”

“Can I taste one of these blood shake things you hate?” “Uhm…no.” “Why not?” “Because they are made for Vampires not humans.” “So? It’s not going to kill me…right?” “No it wouldn’t kill you but I just don’t want to even think about seeing you drinking a shake that tastes like blood.” “I can drink it in the living room…you won’t see me if you stay in the kitchen.” “Oh so I not only have to be away from you but I have to be away from you so you can go drink a blood flavored shake? The answer is still no.” “Being away from me is that hard for you?” “It’s…borderline unbearable but I know you like your space so…I give it to you when you ask for it.” “You really love me don’t you?” “With every part of my body and what’s left of my soul and making you unhappy is the last thing I’d ever want to do…but the answer is still no you can’t try the shake.”

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die for you | vampire!eddie x fem!reader

eddie munson x fem!reader +18 (minors dni)

after the craziest most fucked up experience of your life, you find out that eddie came back to hawkins, but not as the eddie you used to know.

warning: blood, wounds, handcuffs use (not on reader), Eddie eats animals, kissing, mention of smut ???, little use of (y/n), biting, blood sucking

reminder: english’s not my first language, so I apologize for any spelling mistakes

You will remember that day for the rest of your life, it had the be the most traumatic thing you ever witnessed and lived, how could you forget it so easily? The rest seemed okay with it, but as they told you, it was not their first time experiencing something similar. So, you tried to do your best to not affect you.

You helped with the charity at school; helping hurt and homeless people, cooking food where there used to be the school cafeteria, reading kids bedtime stories and helping the elderly take their medicines. Sometimes you were with Steve, folding clothes and receiving donations, and he felt the need to help you when your hands couldn’t work like hours before. Your wrist was still sore from how hard you fell to the floor that night, almost hitting your chin too.

“You sure it’s not broken?” Steve asked with concern while taking away the children’s clothes from your hands.

“If it was broken I would know, Stevie. It’s just sore” you looked at your left wrist, a little fatter than your right. “I gotta put on some cream” you reminded him and yourself. Steve nodded before you left to the back of the gym on the search of your backpack.

As much as you hated it, your wrist was a reminder of Eddie that you really wanted to avoid. You remember so vividly how dumb you were in the upside down, running straight into the demobats without even realizing it; Eddie went after you, to save you.

He pushed you out of the way so hard you fell to the floor far away from all the bats. Their attention instantly went to Eddie, but no matter how much he tried to fight, they got him. You didn’t see it happen because he basically screamed at you, he wanted you to leave.

“Go with the others!” he shouted over the high pitched sounds of the black creatures. “I got this!”

“I’m not leaving you here!” you screamed back, holding your wrist.

“You’re hurt!” he didn’t even bother to look at you, too focused on saving himself now, but knew about the blood falling from your head and your knees. “I’ll distract these fuckers! GO!”

So you ran. Why the fuck did you do that?

Why didn’t you stay with him? Why didn’t you help? Why? Why? Why? You kept asking yourself that every night while crying yourself to sleep. It was guilt. You kept feeling guilty of listening to him that night. That’s what he asked you to do, but you shouldn’t have done that, ‘cause you were probably never going to see Eddie again unless it was inside a coffin, if his body was ever found.

You tried to come back after you realized what happened, tried to look for him, the tiniest piece of hope told you that he might be still alive, still waiting for someone to lift him up and drag him with all those hurt people. But no one would let you. It was too late, and too dangerous. Vecna had taken control now, and there was no turning back.

The days were okay, but the nights turned grey, black and red. It reminded you all the time about that horrible night, like you were still there. You tried to stay at home with your family when the nights fell, and your friend knew that, even Dustin, who called you one Tuesday night, heavy breathing and some horrible background noise making it almost impossible to hear him.

“Dustin, what’s happening?” you asked “Is something wrong?”

“(y/n)…” he said, and let another heavy breath exhale from his chest. “It’s Eddie. He’s here, at Hawkins, Mike’s house, on the basement… but something happened to him. W-we don’t know, but he’s, he’s alive”

“Henderson, stop playing, this isn’t fucking funny” you angrily said at the teenager while feeling hot tears almost spill from your eyes. Your hand gripped the phone tighter.

“I’m not lying!” he swore on his life before passing the phone to the house owner. Mike asked you to go his house, and he totally convinced you when he said; “See it and you’ll believe it”

You took your bike as fast as you could without waking up your parents, and hopped on it. Your legs burned with the fast pace you were driving, but you couldn’t go any slower. Not because of the fear of getting caught by some creature, but for the need of seeing Eddie again.

“Okay, we gotta tell you” Mike and Dustin kept you out of the basement and closed the door behind them. “There’s something weirdly wrong with him” Mike said, his hands shakes after taking a look on Dustin’s face; the curly haired boy looked so tired, like he never even slept after Hawkins collapsed. “He has fangs”

“Fangs?”

“Fangs” they both confirmed.

They warned you again about how aggressive he was being down there, and you heard him. You heard Steve silently screaming, and Robin trying to calm him down. You couldn’t imagine Eddie in that situation; aggressive, with fangs, and handcuffed?

You slowly made your way downstairs with the boys behind you. Steve immediately lifted his head when he saw your figure, a brief relief on his face. He was holding a pan on his hand, and some keys on the other. “We knocked him out and handcuffed him” he let go of the keys and they softly laid in your hands. Eddie was with his hands up, handcuffed to some old closet. He was almost shirtless, if you could call the piece of shirt he was wearing, a shirt. “But he woke up” he said while pointing his head with the pan.

Eddie growled like a fucking beast.

You stopped midway, scared. Was he not able to speak? Was some part of Vecna inside him? You had so many questions you didn’t even realize Eddie was staring at you. Your lost eyes, tired, and shiny with tears. He slowly started to breath normally, lips closing and red eyes, turning slightly brown again, the same soft brown that you fell in love with the first day that he smiled at you, shining.

Your eyes widened when he called your name. It was barely a whisper, but everyone was able to hear it, because now they were all looking at you, waiting for something to happen. Your feet walked down the stairs again, slowly, trying not to scare him, like he was a dog they just rescued. His torso was bloody, and his mouth too. That bandana you gave him was long lost God knows where, because his hair was a total mess. Not the good mess that he always had it on, but a really bad one. Dirty, and kinda bloody too on the ends.

By the time you were at the end of the stairs, Eddie almost jumped at you, desperate, but quickly the handcuffs kept him in place. Everyone gasped at the sudden movement, and so did you. Then he went calm again; he was acting just like a dog. Barking and crying, barking and crying.

“Let’s give some space” Robin said to the others, while they all decided to stay as far away from Eddie as possible, behind you. You kept walking towards him, and his eyes softened when you kneeled in front of him, right at the end of his feet. Eyes glassy and with a shaking bottom lip, he called your name again.

“I’m scared, please” he whispered “I-I don’t know what’s happening to me, I-… I’m thirsty”

“You’re thirsty?” you softly asked, eyebrows pinched together. Eddie nodded harshly, and the soft tingle of the handcuffs made the other take another step back.

“Y-yes, but not… not that kind. It’s like-…” his voice was low, almost like his throat was sore and red from not speaking in a million years. A fat tear fell from his eye and trailed all the way to his neck. “I need help, please, what’s happening to me?”

“Hey, Eds” you softly called. Your right hand got close to his face, trying to shed the tear away, but everything happened so fast… Eddie jumped again and you felt the very little touch of his lips against your wrist, you screamed and fell to the floor, feet kicking nothing while you crawled backwards until hitting your back on someone’s legs. Eddie’s eyes turned a dark red and his fangs started to grow with every growl from the end of his throat. He was acting wild again, almost breaking the old closet that held him and drops of blood were falling into his chest, staining the white skin.

“Woah, woah! Hey!” Steve screamed at Eddie, pan in hand towards him and kneeling next to you, running an arm around your shoulders. “Back off!”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Eddie cried, more tears falling from his red eyes. You noticed the cold, purple veins that appeared underneath his eyes, but only a glimpse of them, because he calmed down again, and his teeth went back to normal. “Please! Somebody help me…” he cried, head finally falling down and hitting his chin against his chest. Everyone stayed silent and heard him cry, no one did anything, too scared to even move. Except for Dustin.

The kid kept saying ‘Oh my God’ while looking for some old book on Mike’s shelf. The initials D&D were written at the front, but Dustin was quick to find a paragraph in between all those pages.

“What are you looking for?” Lucas asked, but his words were shut once he started reading along with Dustin. They both shared a scared look but you didn’t hear a word they said while reading it out to the other, too focused on looking at Eddie, still sobbing and physically hurt. The handcuffs were starting to get into his delicate skin.

You heard something about wrists and necks being a debility in humans, but could get blood from any animal. If Eddie was what you were thinking…

“A vampire?” Nancy asked to his brother. “Is that possible?”

“Demobats” you said. “It’s like bats but… he didn’t die from the bites. The bites turned him into… this” the words fell like grease from your tongue, like it was too easy and you already understood everything. Your muscles started to move again, trying to get to Eddie again, but Steve pulled you against his chest.

“No way, you’re staying here”

“For the love of God! Look at him!” you screamed getting out of Steve’s arms. “Doesn’t matter if he’s not human anymore, he’s hurt.”

The bites along his torso, back, legs and arms were looking disgusting and almost infected. You felt really bad for him. No matter how much he groaned, growled or screamed; Eddie was no monster to you. Still, for your own safety, they decided to tie his mouth with an old red bandana while you cleaned his scars.

Apparently he liked cold water, but the soft touch of your hand felt warm against his skin when you had to cut open his shirt. A yellow sponge quickly turned red while just cleaning his abdomen and chest, and no matter how much Eddie cried; you still wanted to clean his tears. But you couldn’t.

After cleaning him up, you went home. You laid in bed with a horrible feeling deep down in your chest; Eddie was back. But was it your Eddie? Was it the guy you secretly fell in love with? Was that creature ever going to smile the way Eddie did? Was he going to get back to the way he was? The days went by and Mike called you every morning and every night, while Steve made you little updates on Eddie while helping at school.

“He’s doing better, we took off the handcuffs” he explained after two weeks of having him tied down in different parts of Mike’s basement. You didn’t go back to his house, even tough you wanted to. You hated it, but you were scared now. “He uh… he’s eating red meat and, and animals”

You stopped your movement of cutting carrots and the tip of the big knife laid softly against the counter. “Animals?”

“Well, he does need blood, right? Besides, it’s something good for him, he’s not so skinny anymore”

“But, what is he eating?”

“Well, we found a dead fox in the woods so we gave him that” Steve explained, but the words were still stuck at the back of his throat. He gulped every time before talking and answering your questions. “Last night he was like a totally different person, uh, vampi… oh, jeez” he touched his nose with his fingers, totally forgetting he was just cutting onions. “He was different, okay? We went to the woods, me, him and Henderson and he couldn’t stop moving. I’m not kidding, he heard every little animal and ate like seven squirrels. Oh! And he runs like crazy, also jumps, like a monkey”. It only took you a few days to hear those things as something normal. Maybe it was because it was the only way for your brain to comprehend that Eddie was not dead. At least not at all.

On a friday night, you were organizing boxes of old clothes you owned to donate, when you heard a slight noise coming from the window. You turned around, but nothing was there. What else could it be at midnight? Maybe some bird, or a squirrel. You payed no attention to it at first, but when it happened a second time and now with the soft gush of something running in front of the window, you got scared.

Instead of waiting for something else to happen, you took the pair of big scissors from your desk’s drawer, and opened the window. Your head turned right; nothing. Then left; and you screamed.

“Shh, shh!” Eddie said “Calm down, it’s me”

“Eddie?” you whispered

“Yeah” he sounded suddenly embarrassed because deep inside, he knew that showing up to your house this way after weeks, was wrong.

“Jesus Christ, what are you doing here?”

“You gonna let me in or what? Your roof’s uncomfortable” he whined like a baby and after an eye roll and a loud sigh, you stepped back and let him in.

When his feet swiftly touched the ground, you crossed your arms in front of your chest and eyed him up and down. He was wearing a pair of ripped black jeans and a white —stained— t-shirt. His chains were still a part of his outfit, but the pick necklace was still missing. You got surprised by the fact that his muscles were bigger than before, and his skin was not so pale anymore. He looked healthier than ever.

“Wow… you look-…”

“Better?” he asked with a smile 10 miles wide. You barely nodded and he placed his hands on his back pocket, then turned around, taking a look of your room.

“Yeah” you whispered “What are you-… how did you know where I live?”

“Henderson” he briefly explained without looking to your direction now, too concentrated on admiring every little detail of your room. “This is not how I imagined your room” he said while swinging a little pink feather that hung from your ceiling, an old art project you never got to finish.

“Eddie…”

“Look at this” he laughed and pointed at a poster of Michael J. Fox and Christopher Lloyd at the ‘Back to the Future’ set. “Didn’t know you were into these films”

He was acting like nothing happened, and that bothered you a lot. “Eddie” you said firmly, louder, and that finally got his attention. “What are you doing here?”

“Just uh…” he kicked a little paper ball laying on the ground “Just wanted to thank you. You know, for taking care of me” he bit his lip after, big brown puppy eyes looking at you through his long hair and big eyelashes.

You shrugged your shoulders. “I only helped once”

“Doesn’t matter” he sat on the bed, like it was his, and smiled a little. He placed his hands on his thighs. “You were the first to do it and that helped me too so, thank you”

“No problem. Did you-, did you eat?” you asked suddenly. His face scrunched up like a lost puppy, and he turned his head slightly to the side, staring at you. “There’s some meat in the kitchen” you explained pointing behind you with your thumb, even though the kitchen was downstairs.

His gaze changed again. “I’m good. Just had dinner”

“Oh” you whispered again and fixed a stray of your hair that had fallen out of place. Eddie tapped twice with his hand on his side, on the bed. A sweet ‘tud, tud’ that invited you to sit next to him. You slowly approached him. “How are the scars?” you asked when you got comfortable enough.

“They’re alright” he answered, lifting his shirt slightly, showing you the little skin that was still recovering from the attack. You caught yourself looking at his soft a tummy for more time than you would allow yourself. “Wished they were more badass”

“Seems like you got used to this pretty quickly, huh?” you tried to laugh, but a weak smile is all you could give now.

“Yeah… there’s not much I could do, you know?” he asked you while tugging his shirt down again. His hands placed together on his lap. “This is what was suppose to happen to me so… why keep crying about it?” it seemed like he asked himself that question lots of time. This was not the Eddie that you saw weeks ago, not the one that was crying all the time because he needed help, because he wanted to go back to the way he was, he was different.

But he was fine. And what else could you do once you realized that he already assumed this was his destiny?

“You’re right” you nodded while looking at your own hands in your lap, twirling the loose strand of thread that fell from the bottom of your pajama shorts. “Do you feel any different?” you asked.

He nodded towards your director, only taking his sight away to look at his arms when describing how strong he was now. “Yeah, kinda. I’m stronger and uh, faster, feels like I’m lighter. Got used to hearing every single thing happening down the block”

“You hear everything?” your eyes widened slightly.

“I can literally hear how your dad snorts downstairs and what that old lady is screaming to his husband about”

You laughed softly, and that made him laugh too. The last time you both shared a laugh was before spring break, at the bleachers where nobody saw you. You shared your lunch with him because he accidentally told you he only bought a small bag of pretzels for that day, and you basically forced him to eat half of your egg sandwich and a little bit of coke to refresh his throat. He burped like crazy that day, making you laugh every single time.

When the laughter turned silent, you slowly turned your whole body to him, legs crossing on the bed and one of your knees barely touched the rough fabric of his black jeans. You played with your fingers before asking…

“Did you bump into Wayne?”

Eddie gulped slightly, and you regretted asking that question. Too personal. As much as you liked Eddie, and apparently he liked you too —even though you never confessed your feelings to each other— you never shared anything too personal, not yet. You felt like you crossed the line for a second, but Eddie threw his head down and denied. “No. I don’t-, I don’t wanna scare him. The police is looking for me, remember? This is still ‘haunt the freak’ ” his fingers moved nervously and his knuckles cracked while saying that, and you swore you heard the slightest voice crack deep inside.

“Yeah, but… your uncle wouldn’t say a word and, you’ll be safe” you played with the little chains on his jeans.

“Still, I don’t wanna put him in that situation. I’ll send him a note or something” he closed his eyes, trying not to imagine his uncle looking for him everyday. In the woods, in the city, at the burned library, anywhere. “So how are you?” he asked trying to change the subject, and you didn’t stop him. “How’s your hand?” his fingers pointed your previous almost broken wrist, and you softly wiggled it in front of him.

“Oh, it’s okay now”

“I’m sorry for almost biting your hand off” his lips curled into a sad looking expression.

“It’s fine” you laughed softly, getting lost in his eyes. Even if he didn’t say sorry, you knew he was just by looking at him. His eyes never lied.

“It was just… I haven’t eaten in days and, and your smell…” his words stopped there for what it felt like ages. He waited for you to ask something, to laugh, to say anything, but you stayed just as frozen as he did, and quickly shook his head off, letting a little wheeze fall out of his chest, laughing. “forget it”

But you were curious now. “No, what?” you grabbed his arm, slightly. The warmth of your hand contrasting with the coldness of his skin “My smell?”

“Your blood” he explained, voice louder than he expected. He felt a tight knot on his throat desperately trying to come out and the only way, was explaining it to you. “Human blood is different from animal blood, it’s stronger, it’s like, like when you put condiment on the steak”

That example was a little weak, but you took it anyways.

“Does it taste different?”

“I… don’t know. Haven’t tried it” he laughed and made you some funny face, as if that fact was obvious.

“Yeah, sure” you sounded confused, but in fact, you were just trying to get the pieces in your head, at a really slow pace. Eddie laughed again, louder this time, and bumped your shoulder softly with his fist.

“What? You think I would drink blood out of a corpse or something?”

“I don’t know!” you laughed too, shaking the nervousness out of your system. “Steve’s been telling me everything you did, wouldn’t be surprised if you bumped into some dead cop and drank his blood”

“Ew, what if he had aids?”

“Eddie!” you whispered a little scream which made you both laugh again. It was at moments like these were you felt it was really easy for you to fall in love.

It was the little things for you. The laughs, the touches, even the way you met. You were studying so hard for an exam you didn’t even see someone bigger than you was walking your way just as distracted as you, and that’s when Eddie bumped into your body, making all papers and books fall to the ground.

He apologized like crazy, and that made you laugh too. What you didn’t know is that Eddie was never like that with anymore, but he fell in love with you way before you met.

Still, that’s another story.

He suddenly got closer to you on the bed, almost copying your position, but still keeping one foot on the ground, in case he had to run and hide for some shit.

Eddie kept his head down, slowly letting his hands touch your ankles, giving it little squeezes like massages and trying to enjoy the most out of this moment. He didn’t know when you would see each other again. With a call of his name, he lifted his head towards you and hummed, waiting for you to ask whatever it is that you wanted to know. He understood that you had a lot of questions.

“How do I smell now?”

He seemed to be taken by surprise. A sharp breath went through his nose before answering you, mouth opening and closing again just to repeat the same action, almost as if the words couldn’t come out. “G-good, yeah” he nodded a little, playing with the holes in his jeans, dipping his hands under the denim, then out of it.

“It looks like you’re trying to… control yourself”

“I am” he admits. For a few seconds, he took a look at your neck. Pretty, he thought. Decorated with a light gold necklace, and that little vein that popped out quite easily every time you spoke; he didn’t pay much attention to it until now. “I haven’t been around many people these past weeks but, your smell is different from others” he said looking into your eyes again, as hard as it was for him.

“How?”

You asked a lot of questions.

“I don’t know. It’s just different, a different smell. It’s still inside the human blood thing but you’re like-, like sweeter?”

“Sweeter?”

“Yeah” he then explained how it was like smelling a vanilla perfume in a store full of coco ones, it was a slight difference, but could still be distinguished. “I’ve been practicing and now I can control when to stop so don’t worry, I won’t bite your neck” he smiled warmly at you when he realized how worried you were looking now.

You barely smiled, and whispered. “So you can stop when you want?”

“Pretty much, yeah.”

The silence was dominant again. It was not uncomfortable, but Eddie knew you wanted to ask something else. Apart from all the new things he could do, he realized that his intuition was stronger than ever, and he was right almost 95% of the time, so he waited. He was patient while looking at your lines, your features.

He heard the beat of your heart. It was slow, chilling, not nervous or scared at all, and that made his chest fill up with joy. You were not scared of him, not even after he accidentally attacked you. You were still the same girl he fell head over heels for.

God, he wanted to kiss you right there.

“Eddie, does your heart beat?”

But that question was not what he was expecting.

He knew it was coming. Everyone that saw him asked him the same thing, Harrington, Henderson, Sinclair, even both Wheelers. Robin didn’t even ask, she just placed her hand on Eddie’s chest looking for a heartbeat and praying he wouldn’t eat her hand on one single bite.

“Wanna feel?”

You didn’t answer, not as quickly as he thought you would, someone as curious as you. His cold hand took yours, slightly lifting it from your knee. His eyes never left yours when he pulled up his shirt again, letting you feel his cold skin while your hand went up, up, up, until it reached his chest. He placed your hand where the heart is, and pressed his palm over it.

He saw your eyes closing, as if that would help you into concentrating more, trying to feel the vibration against your palm a little bit harder.

It almost didn’t.

You knew that Eddie’s heart had to beat. He drank blood in the morning, day, and night, how could it not beat? That’s what the heart needs, right? It needs blood to beat, and vampires need blood to survive. Still, you didn’t feel anything. Your palm was just heating up his chest, while you patiently waited for at least a little beat. You tried counting the seconds; his heart was beating awfully slow.

You didn’t like it.

“It almost doesn’t” your voice cracked, and the tears that you didn’t know you held, fell to your legs in a fast way. Your hand didn’t leave, trying to feel another beat; another signal that he could still be alive. “So, you’re dead?” you lifted your gaze, now really crying and letting him see it.

“Don’t cry, sweetheart” his voice calmed you down and only at that moment, you saw he was about to cry too. His hands took both of your cheeks, cupping your face in his big hands. His thumbs started circling the smooth skin, and letting a few teardrops disappear into his own rough skin. “I’m here”

“Yeah but you’re not… you’re not alive” you sobbed, letting all the weight of your face fall into his hands. You were weak for him, practically letting him swallow you whole if he wanted to. Eddie was your support, but it didn’t feel right.

“I am. Blood keeps me alive” he explained to you, like you didn’t know already.

“But you don’t have enough” you said with worry in your voice. Your brain cickled after you said it. The blood he was drinking wasn’t enough. “If you had, your heart would beat faster, right? ”

“That’s true, I don’t have enough”. What was the point of lying to make you stop crying, anyways? “But I feel fine, I’m not gonna die anytime soon. You won’t get rid of me that easily” he swiped your cheeks one more time before putting your hair behind your ears. For a brief moment, you imagined him still young in forty years, driving a car going somewhere where he had to start all over again; and you weren’t part of it.

You wanted Eddie to live his best life, because as he said, he was not leaving anytime soon.

He deserved something better. He deserved someone to give him what he needed, and everyone starts with something, right? Even if it’s the slightest thing… it could mean the word to the one who is receiving.

You builded courage one more time, letting now your hand travel to his right cheek. The rough skin of his shaved face against the smoothness of your own hand was all he needed. Just a little touch of you, a little smell, a feeling, that was enough for him. He didn’t need any more.

“Can you bite me?”

Specially, not that.

“What?” he asked, low voice ringing in your ears. You gulped, Eddie was not happy, but there was also no turning back now. You already asked, and he clearly heard, so you repeated, firmly this time;

“Bite me”

He stared at you deeply. His eyes were not showing anything else more than anger this time. His hand removed yours from his face, and got up from the bed. “Please don’t ever repeat that” he said with a harsh, mean tone, almost making you cry again.

“Eddie, I mean it” you whined while your gaze followed every step he made, getting away from you.

“Yeah I fucking mean it too. Don’t ask me to do that to you.” His voice raised a little as he stood by the window, forehead almost bumping into the cold glass. A hand went through his messy hair, tugging slightly.

“Why not? You need it”

“Yeah so you gonna make yourself my personal blood tank?” he turned to you, more feral this time. He heard the beat of your heart go faster, getting scared. His pupils were blown as he looked at you, so he turned his head back to the sight of your porch.

You stayed silent for a minute, watching him as you made sure he had calmed down when you started walking towards him. He flinched a little when your hand laid on his shoulder, but quickly remembered he was not the one that should be scared.

“Eddie” your sweet voice whispered, too close for his vampire sense liking, but didn’t bother to let you know. His face turned to you, penetrating your soul through his eyes. “You can control it, remember?”

“Yeah but you’re different. I told you. What if I don’t stop?” he asked, and it was the most serious question he ever made you. You really started thinking, what if he started to just drain all the blood from your body? What if your parents found your dead body on the bed the next morning? “What if I can’t? If I get addicted to it?”

He was genuinely concerned. He didn’t want to hurt you at all, already feeling guilty enough for almost biting your hand off. Still, your desire to help him was bigger than anything. Could vampires hypnotize? Because you felt that way, completely putty in his hands and he didn’t even kiss you. Or touched you.

“You won’t kill me”

Maybe Eddie was easy to convince, or you just had a gift, because as quickly as he left the bed, he went back, his own body dragged to it by your hand. He sat again, already knowing what was coming. The blood running through his ears, God, he could feel it. If he was still human, he would be sweating like crazy. But if he was human, he wouldn’t be in your bed, almost sucking your blood.

“Wrist or neck?”

“Huh?”. It came as a low whimper, like a lost kid in a big city, alone, and a big old man just bumped into him asking him where his mother was.

“Dustin came the other day and we spoke. He said there’s different spots in the human body where blood smell stronger because of the thin layer of skin so that’s why you attacked me” you explained in just one breath. Eddie would have made a joke about how smart you were starting to get, or how fast your little mouth can speak, but he kept the jokes to himself. His mouth stayed open, still looking at you. “Choose. Wrist or neck?”. Your voice shook him out of his trance.

“Wrist” he said without thinking. You squeezed yourself closer to him, slowly dragging your hand up, close to his face. He grabbed it, and then his other hand grabbed your forearm, squeezing lightly, like a small massage. “Tell me when to stop, okay?”. You nodded more than once to let him know that it was okay, that you wanted this. He learned when to let his fangs come out, and it hurt him, you knew it. Eddie hissed slightly but ducked his face lower into your hand. You could touch his left cheek with your palm, smoothing with some imaginary circles on his skin. “Jesus, you-… you smell really good” he almost whimpered, just as his pink lips barely touched your skin.

You felt goosebumps along your arms as you felt his mouth grow wider and the little pressure against your wrist feel tighter every time. It stung, it fucking stung. You bit your bottom lips to avoid a little whimper scape from your mouth; you didn’t want Eddie to stop and feel scared. You should’ve been the one scared, but since you weren’t, everything was fine.

His teeth had deepened inside you with ease, and you could feel the little throb of your small wound with every suck from Eddie’s lips. Apparently vampires could drink blood in a much faster way that you expected. You could hear the blood leaving your body and entering your friend’s mouth, and how loudly he was gulping.

His hands gripped your arm tighter as your eyes started to close involuntarily, feeling dizzy, but your heart was beating faster because of the fear of passing out. If you did, and your warm body laid on the bed for the next few minutes, would Eddie be able to stop?

You trusted he would, but you needed him to stop.

“Okay, you can stop now”

He didn’t.

“Eddie” you whined. The sound must have being annoying to him, or something that just encouraged him to keep going, because he groaned and he just sucked again, harder this time. A small scream and a sniff escaped your lips. Your hand went to grab his hair, trying to pull him. “Eddie, stop” you said louder, but still aware of your parents sleeping downstairs, trying not to wake them up. But how else would you get Eddie to stop? Fuck, this was starting to worry you. You looked around, looking for something to hit him with. Nothing could work, not your notebook, or your little plastic cup of water, or your small perfume. Your heart was starting to bump against your back now, and the breath of your lungs started to leave much faster. As scared as you were, you lifted your foot up and right where you knew, it had to hurt. “Stop!”. You screamed, hoping it wouldn’t wake your parents up, and Eddie backed away.

Some blood drops from your hand and his mouth fell into the covers. Eddie tried to contain himself from licking them, and focused his eyes on you. You were scared by his red eyes, his black veins on his face and his bloody lips. You grabbed your wrist and pressured. As you tried not to cry from the pain and the fear, you walked to the closet and started looking for some old shirt that could stop the thin bleeding.

You found an old hairband that was just perfect to pressure your wrist and stop the bleeding. You still didn’t look at him, he could only see your back and the way your shoulders went up, down, up, down and your breathing started to control again.

“I’m sorry” is all he said. He wiped off the fresh blood on his lips as his sight focused again.

“Don’t worry” you answered. No matter how scared and hurt you were, your voice was still sweet like honey, and smooth. He hated that, he hated the way you wouldn’t show your vulnerability against him.

“Fuck. I shouldn’t have done that” he grabbed his head, looking down to his tights.

“I offered” you fought back.

“Yeah, it was fucking stupid”

“Excuse me?” you turned around, hand still grabbing your wrist. You had wiped the tears that fell down your cheeks, but Eddie could still see the little wet line that drew your face. It was not much time that he looked at your direction, because he grabbed his tongue, scared, and shaking.

“I- I can’t get it out of my tongue” his voice stuttered. His fingers touched the wet muscle, as if that would pull away the taste of your warm red liquid. “I should’ve said no” he voiced to himself, pulling his hair again. You just stood there, staring, as his eyes turned brown again and the softness of his puppy gaze. You were frozen in place, not really waiting for anything to happen. “Let’s not do that again”

“But what if you need it?” your worry was shown again.

“I don’t fucking care and you shouldn’t care either” his voice raised but quickly apologized when you put your finger over your lips, silencing him.

“Well, sorry, genius, but that’s impossible” your arms fell to the side of your body again with a soft ‘thud’ as you stood closer this time.

“Why?” he said with clear annoyance.

“Because I like you!” your voice raised slightly and you stepped to him again. He stayed silent, letting his hands fall to his legs. You stood there with sudden fear, too scared to even keep talking about your feeling without him making fun of you or telling you he didn’t feel the same way. But was that so important now? Probably not. His life just took a dramatic turn by turning into a fantasy creature, what could be worse? “I’ve liked you for months, okay? Now if you can’t understand that, I’m sorry. I can’t be more clear”

He slowly got up, creeping his way to you. His footsteps were heavy towards you. You stayed silent as his eyes hypnotized you, like a little lamb in the woods, lost, who just found something so mesmerizing that no pair of eyes could stop looking at. Eddie was all that. He was so perfect, no matter who he was, what he was doing, or what he has become. Eddie was still Eddie. “I like you too” his hot whisper brushed your mouth as he stood so close to you that it almost felt like he was about to kiss you. “But I need more, baby” He called you as both of his cold hands grabbed your elbows, softly drawing circles on them. It was true, and he had to tell you. Of course he liked you too, but that was not going to be enough for him. “I need you… can I have you?”

Your face tilted to the side just as fast as his hand touched your cheek. Your eyes closed, feeling the soft yet cold touch of the boy you loved over your skin and barely wet skin. Your heart was beating fast with excitement, and Eddie could hear it. Maybe it was because of the fear of this new thing, or maybe it was because you were preparing yourself for what you were about to say.

If Eddie could read minds, his surprise wouldn’t be so big when you said;

“Eddie, I’m yours”

His mouth went dry and he was sure that something in his eyes changed, because your eyes widened slightly and your breath hitched.

“Say that again” he demanded.

You smiled softly, cherry lips barely touching the palm of his hand when you repeated, “I’m your-…”

He didn’t give you any time to finish when he crushed his lips to yours, devouring you. It was desperate, not what you expected. You imagined that your first kiss with Eddie would be much sweeter, maybe even with a taste of your cherry chapstick or the smoke of his cigarettes but still, this was just enough.

You almost couldn’t keep up with his fast rhythm, but you enjoyed every single second of it. Your arms wrapped around his neck with ease as he gripped your waist. Fuck, he didn’t remember that kissing someone felt this good. Was it because it was you? Was it because he could feel things much more? Was it both?

Oh, come on, like he cared now. He just wanted to kiss you and never stop.

“Your taste is so good. So fucking good” He whimpered while his hands roamed around everything he could grab; your waist, your arms, your neck, your back, your ass. Those little pajama shorts were driving him crazy. Just by remembering the sweet taste of your red blood, it made him go crazy. He wanted more even though he knew he couldn’t, but maybe that’s just how love was, or at least, for him. He wanted to have you for so long, but couldn’t do it and now… you were all his. All those desperate moments in which he thought, “I need her”, were just a reminder about how close he had you now, and never wanted to let you go. He smiled when a little soft moan escaped your lips as his rough hands grabbed your hips. He walked backwards as you followed, pushing his chest slightly. “Does she taste good too?” Eddie playfully asked when his hand cupped your heat. An extremely hot and proud smile creeped on his lips.

You smiled back, trying not to whimper. “Find out yourself”

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Somewhere Between Edward and Dracula - Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Modern!AU. Vampire!Eddie. With Halloween coming up, a group of friends decide to see if the old Creel house is really haunted. It is, but not by ghosts like they assumed. 

Notes: I honestly just made this modern because I needed to make Twilight jokes. But it works, since Eddie says he’s been a teenager since the 80′s. Just wanted to write a Halloween-ish story and I love me some vampire!eddie.

Warnings: language, general vampire-ness, i think that’s it?

Words: 3.2k

Eddie can hear the gang coming for miles. There are five of them in total. Two guys and three girls, if he can tell by the pitch of their voices. There’s one guy and one girl who are the loudest. They’re bickering back and forth with one another, but it’s in a friendly manner.

           “Admit you’re scared,” the guy is saying.

           “I’m not scared,” the girl answers. “I’m just saying what if we get caught?”

           “Robin!” the guy answers with a groan. “Loosen up. Even Jonathan isn’t worried about that.”

           “Hey!” There’s a sound of protest, from Jonathan presumably.

           Teenagers. Like himself, Eddie thinks. Except, not quite anymore.

           The group gets closer to the old house and Eddie sighs and rests his head on the wooden beam behind him. He’d been held up in the attic since he first heard them approaching. Kids and teenagers alike were no strangers to daring each other to spend time in the supposedly haunted house. The house is haunted, just not by ghosts like everyone seems to think. Eddie would deal with the annoying giggles and screams as friends tried to scare one another. Some would just dare one another to touch the house. The braver, and mostly the older, would come into the house itself to try and get a proper scare.

Once in a while was whatever; Eddie sometimes even had a good laugh about how scared some people got from nothing. But October always brought more people, almost on a nightly basis. They’d bundle up in their sweaters and jackets, which was Eddie’s only reminder that it was cold outside. Not like he could tell. He hardly ever bothered to mess with anyone who came to the house. There was no need, they always freaked themselves out. The most he would usually do is move about quickly and quietly if the group decided to make its way to the attic, where Eddie spent most of his time. If he made a floorboard creak or a doorknob rattle here and there to keep up the haunted rumors, so what?

The Creel House had been abandoned for decades, which made it the perfect haunt for Eddie. No pun intended. He remembers hearing rumors about the old home when he was a child, and a real, alive teenager. Eddie never held any stock in those rumors and proved to himself that they were in fact false when he moved in after becoming undead.

           The five teens were close enough now that Eddie could hear their footsteps. In a few hundred more yards he’d be able to hear their heartbeats. That didn’t bother him, like most people thought it would. One of the perks of living in a house that had no upkeep was that all sorts of animals would crawl into the underbrush or even find their way into the house. They were more than enough to supplement his “appetite.”

           “It doesn’t look so scary,” one of the girls says.

           “You go in first, then,” the guy who is not Jonathan answers.

           “Okay.”

           Eddie hears the girl’s soft footfalls as she walks up the porch steps. The old wooden front door swings open on squeaky hinges. The steps become slower as she finally enters the threshold. Her friends are all still out on the sidewalk, Eddie can tell from the sound of their breathing. One of them is breathing shallower than the others. The girl who was nervous about getting caught. Robin, Eddie recalls.

           The brave girl walks through the first floor, moving from room to room. Her heartbeat is only slightly faster than it was on the walk here. She really isn’t that scared. Sometimes, if it was a young guy who was being cocky and trying to show off that he wasn’t afraid, Eddie would mess with them by using his speed and stealth to yank a piece of their hair or clothing without notice. It took the cockiness out of their tone every time.

           Edde had never encountered a girl who was cocky about her braveness. Even if he did, he didn’t think he’d mess with them. His gentlemanly upbringing wouldn’t allow it.

           When the girl finishes moving through all the rooms on the first floor, she walks back to the front door.

           “Are you all coming or not?” she calls to her friends.

           Footsteps and floorboards bending tell Eddie that the whole group follows her inside. He can’t tell their footsteps apart by sound, but the slowest heartbeat continues to be the girl who first entered. She’s also the first one to walk up the stairs.

           “Where are you going?” The girl, Robin, whisper-yells to her, as if she doesn’t want to upset any ghosts.

           “Upstairs. I’ve seen everything down here,” the brave girl says.

           “By yourself?” the third girl asks.

           “You can come if you want, Nance.”

           “Nance” makes no response, and the girl’s steps continue up the stairs alone. Eddie has to admit to himself, he’s intrigued. That’s hardly ever happened during his time at The Creel House. Sometimes one member of the party would claim to not be scared and start to roam on their own, but their heartbeat would give their fear away to Eddie. This girl really wasn’t afraid.

           “Stupid,” Eddie mutters to himself. “She should be.”

           That isn’t true, though. Eddie knows he’d never hurt her, or anyone. He is getting curiouser by the second, though. It wouldn’t be hard to take a peek at the girl. She would never know.

           He hears the girl cough on the floor below him and wonders what piece of dusty furniture caused it. Eddie wonders if he’d clean the dust if it bothered him. But not having to breathe meant he didn’t care what dirt and dust accumulated.

           The door that reveals the stairs to the attic opens and Eddie finally stands from the cobwebbed floor below him. There were no shortage of places to hide, but Eddie was trying to decide which one would let him have the best view of this brave, or possibly stupid, girl. He decides to leap on the beam above him, nestling himself into a dark corner of the attic. Not that the dark meant anything to him, but it would help shield him from her human vision.

           Her footsteps get slower the closer they get to the top of the stairs and Eddie smiles to himself. Now she was starting to get nervous. He licks his lips and cocks his head to the side as he waits for her to get to the door.

           The door creaks open and if Eddie had the ability to have breath, it would have caught in his chest. He stares and blinks his eyes a few times, sure his sight is playing a trick on him. No one could be that beautiful. But his better-than-perfect vision was always right, and there she was. It figures, right? His dream girl walks into his life after it’s already over.

           The girl lets out another cough as she takes her first few steps into the attic. Eddie’s eyes don’t miss a thing. The way she reaches up to push some hair behind her ear. How she sweeps her flashlight back and forth across the attic, eyes searching hungrily. What she was looking for, Eddie couldn’t guess.

           She walks into the middle of the attic and spins in place, taking in all the angles around her. A smile appears on her lips and Eddie’s sure he’s never seen anything so pretty. While alive or dead. It confuses him though, her sudden happiness here in the dark and dirty attic.

           “I know you’re here.”

           Eddie startles. He can’t remember the last time someone’s managed to startle him. She’s talking too quietly to be meant for her friends, whose steps and heartbeats let him know were still on the first floor. He leans in towards the girl, stretching himself to be closer to her. This close, he can feel the heat radiating from her body.

           “Don’t ask me how I know, because I don’t even know,” she says. “But I know someone is here. Not a person.”

           “But not a ghost,” Eddie answers.

           She spins around suddenly, flashlight searching all the dark corner for where the sound came from. Eddie smiles and rests back against the sloped ceiling. She’s looking nowhere close to where he actually is.

           “I never said a ghost,” she says. Her heartbeat is now the fastest it’s been all night, but it’s still not as fast as her friends’. Eddie would wager it’s more from excitement than fear.

           “Then what do you think I am?” Eddie asks.

           The girl swallows and Eddie can see the veins in her neck throbbing, causing him to sink his fangs into his own bottom lip.

           “Right now? Just a voice.”

           Eddie can’t help but laugh at her answer. She smiles at his laugh, and it makes the grin on his own face grow. When’s the last time he’s actually spoken with anyone?

           “You’re braver than your friends,” Eddie says.

           “Always have been,” she says. Her eyes are still roaming all around the attic, eyes even scanning over the dark corner he’s hiding in without seeing him.

           “That doesn’t surprise me,” he says.

           “Where are you?”

           Eddie debates with himself. Sure, she’s not afraid right now. But what if he shows himself and it terrifies her? Something tells Eddie that won’t happen, but he isn’t sure his dead heart can take the risk.

           “Hiding,” he says. “You’ve looked right past me a few times now.”

           She chuckles and shrugs her shoulders. “You wouldn’t be the first person to tell me I should get my eyes checked.”

           The grin on Eddie’s face makes his cheeks ache. He hardly ever smiles, let alone has this euphoric grin spread across his lips.

           “You could get them checked all you like; you’ll never have vision like mine.”

           “Are you invisible?” she asks, and it makes him snort a laugh.

           “No,” he says. “Just hiding from you.”

           “Why?” she asks.

           “I don’t want to scare you,” he says, honestly.

           She frowns and ceases looking around the room. Eddie’s instinct is to make it better. To say something that will wipe away the frown and put the smile back on her pretty face.

           “You said I was brave. Now you’re afraid I’ll be scared?” she asks.

           “Even the bravest people have things that scare them,” Eddie says.

           “What scares you?” she asks, surprising Eddie yet again.

           His brow furrows as he thinks about it. He never thought about being afraid of anything anymore. It didn’t seem like he had to, held up here in the same house for years.

           “I don’t know,” he answers honestly.

           “You’re afraid of scaring me,” she points out. “That’s a silly fear.”

           “Is it?” Eddie asks, eyebrows raising. “You know, there’s a fine line between bravery and stupidity.”

           “You wouldn’t be the first person to tell me I’m stupid either,” she says with a shrug.

           “You don’t seem stupid to me. Stubborn? Yes. Brave? Definitely. Maybe too much so. But not dumb or stupid.”

           “Can I see you? Please?”

           Eddie squeezes his eyes shut and bites his lip. He wants nothing more than to give in to her request. He feels like he’d give her anything she wanted. But he’s enjoying this conversation, and he doesn’t want it to end if he scares her off.

           “I don’t think you know what you’re asking,” Eddie says.

           “I’m asking to see you. At this point, you can’t look worse than what I’m imagining.”

           “I’m intrigued,” Eddie says. He adjusts himself so he’s sitting down on the beam, and he leans forward, elbows resting on his knees.

           “I’m imagining scales and horns and warts. Or blue skin with all black eyes and eight arms.”

           “I’m not a spider,” Eddie answers with a laugh.

           “Well, I wouldn’t know that, would I?”

           “You’re really not afraid,” Eddie says to himself, more than her.

           “Nope.”

           Eddie lets out a sigh, an expression of frustration rather than an outtake of breath. He slides off the beam, landing silently on his feet. His jeans have holes, and his black t-shirt is covered in dirt. He tries to wipe some of the dirt off without much success.

           “To your right,” Eddie says.

           She turns, flashlight bouncing in and out of the dark corners. Eddie steps forward out of the shadows, and into the beam of her light.

           Her eyes widen as she stares at him, and Eddie metaphorically holds his breath. She takes a few steps closer, and Eddie pays special attention to her heartbeat. It ticked up a little, but it didn’t spike. He watches as she takes in his hair, her eyes following individual curls falling down his forehead. She takes in the clothes, only slightly dustier than her own. Her eyes scan his face and her pulse beats quicker.

           “You’re…” She trails off, a million endings to that thought flashing through Eddie’s head. Terrifying? Dead? Evil? Pale as fuck? “Beautiful,” she finishes. Pink floods her cheeks as she stares at him, and Eddie mentally tells himself not to think about the blood rushing to her face.

           “Well, damn, Sweetheart,” Eddie says. He sticks his hands in his jean pockets and takes a few steps closer to her. “First time I’ve ever been called that.”

           “I highly doubt that,” she replies instantly.

           He grins, careful not to show teeth, and shakes his head at her. “You’re something else.”

           “So I’ve been told,” she says with a shy smile.

           “Hey!” A male voice shouts up the stairs. The girl jumps and Eddie laughs at that being what scared her. “You okay up there?”

           “Fine, Steve,” she shouts back down the stairs.

           “Steve your boyfriend?” Eddie asks, head nodding towards the stairs.

           She lets out a snort and shakes her head. “No, definitely not.”

           “What about the other guy? Or one of the girls?” Eddie asks. He tells himself he should shut up. Why is he even asking you this? It can’t matter to him. But it does.

           “Nope,” she answers him. “All on my own.”

           “No, I’m all on my own,” Eddie says with a laugh. “You’re just single.”

           “Why are you alone?” she asks, her brow pinching in concern.

           “I don’t really fit in with…everyone else,” he says.

           She takes a few steps closer to him, so they’re arm’s length apart. With the hand that’s not holding the flashlight, she reaches forward and holds her hand out to Eddie, palm upwards and open. He stares down at her soft, warm skin and wants nothing more than to slide his cold, hard fingers into hers.

           “I can’t,” he says. His voice came out rougher than he intended, and the way she frowns tells him that she heard the sadness in his voice.

           “Why?”

           “You ask a lot of questions, you know,” Eddie says with a smirk.

           “How else am I supposed to learn about you?”

           Eddie swears his heart flutters in his chest, knowing that it’s physically impossible.

           “Why do you want to learn about me?” he asks.

           “Now who’s asking questions?” Her smirk makes Eddie laugh, and he realizes too late that he lets his teeth show. She’s as observant as he expected.

           “Vampire?”

There’s no fear in the question. No anger, no malice, just pure curiosity. Her eyes are wide as she looks at him, open and awaiting his answer. Eddie can’t believe she asked so casually and calmly. This was truly the surprise of his lifetime. Alive or undead.

“You’re smart,” Eddie says. He has trouble meeting her eyes, but she moves her head around to catch his gaze.

“Hey, look at me.”

Eddie steels his spine and looks her in the eye. She’s smiling and it’s the first time Eddie’s ever truly revolted against the idea that he wasn’t fully alive.

“So, are you more like Edward or Dracula?”

The question makes Eddie burst out in laughter. It makes the girl’s grin widen and it’s the first time Eddie really relaxes around her.

“Somewhere in between,” Eddie answers while still laughing. “I don’t sparkle or burn.”

“So, you’ve read Twilight,” she remarks.

“Do you think I have a whole lot to do in this place?” Eddie asks with a shrug. “I’ve always been a fantasy nerd so of course I’ve kept up with the books these days.”

“These days, huh?” she asks, tilting her head. “How old are you?”

“Am I supposed to say seventeen? And that I’ve been seventeen a while?” He smirks at her, and the blush returns to her cheeks.

“Team Edward, are we?” she asks.

“Well, duh. Like I’m going to pick the werewolf over the vampire,” he says. He looks at her face for a few moments before answering her question. “Nineteen. Been nineteen for around thirty years now.”

“Hmm, 80’s,” she hums. “The clothes make more sense now.”

Eddie scoffs and looks down at his jeans and t-shirt. “What’s wrong with them? You’re wearing jeans, too. And a t-shirt!”

“Yeah, but mine aren’t acid wash,” she says through a laugh.

Eddie narrows his eyes at her, which makes her laugh even harder. She goes to reach for his hand, as if out of instinct, and Eddie is surprised when he allows himself to stay still so she can. Her hand only jumps slightly at the cool temperature. She looks down at their joined hands as she threads their fingers together.

“So, you don’t burn?” she asks as she holds onto his hand, as if it was the most casual and comfortable thing in the world.

“No more than you do. Just feels like a bad sunburn, only I don’t turn red,” he says.

“Y/n?” a voice calls up the stairs.

Eddie repeats the name to himself and smiles. Suddenly, it’s the prettiest word he’s ever heard.

“Yeah?” she calls back.

“Robin’s freaked. We’re leaving!”

“Be right there, Nancy!”

She frowns and holds on to Eddie’s hand tighter.

“Y/n?” Eddie says. “I like it. A lot. I’m Eddie.”

She bursts into giggles, and he raises an eyebrow at her.

“Eddie?” she asks.

“Yeah. What?”

“Is your full name Edward?” She looks like she’s going to combust from laughter and Eddie rolls his eyes.

“Jesus Christ. Yeah, that’s my full name. You’re allowed three Twilight jokes ever, then that’s it.”

“Ever?” she asks with a smirk. “Does that mean I’m allowed to come back and see you?”

The hopeful lilt of her voice sparks a joy through Eddie that he didn’t know possible.

“I really hope you do,” Eddie tells her sincerely.

“I will.” The resolute tone of her voice makes Eddie smile, and he swears he’d blush if he could.

           “I look forward to it.” Eddie bends down and presses his cold lips to the back of her hand. He feels her pulse jump beneath his lips and as strong as the urge for blood is that comes over him, the urge to keep her safe is infinitely stronger.

           “Your lips are softer than I thought.”

           Eddie smirks and her face burns bright red. She clearly hadn’t let the words filter through her mind before they came out. But Eddie didn’t care. The fact that she was thinking of his lips at all made him the happiest undead guy in Hawkins.

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[inourtownofhawkins]

𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗, 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖎 (𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊)

Summary: Hawkins, Indiana, 1986. A dead end town where nothing happens. One night, Eddie Munson goes missing without a trace. He turns up two weeks later on your doorstep, covered in blood and no memory of the last two weeks. When you notice him acting strangely, you follow Eddie into the woods and discover his terrifying secret. But the most terrifying part to you? You can't bring yourself to stay away from Eddie. Whether you've realised you're in love with him or you're under his spell, you don't want to be away from Eddie for a single second and a deadly love affair begins.

Author's note: I doubt anyone's read it but this is a revamped (no pun intended) version of the fic of the same name on AO3 I wrote last year. I love that fic so much and felt like people on here would miss out on it as I haven't posted it here. If you'd ever like to read the original version, you can find it here! If any of you do choose to read it in it's entirety, please don't spoil it for others!

CW: 18+, swearing, character death, sex references, potential smut in later chapters, vampire!Eddie, blood, scenes that people may find disturbing.

Word count: 4.3k

Any hate will not be tolerated, constructive criticism is welcomed.

The alarm went off at 6:15 AM on the dot, its obnoxious and short beeping noise was the worst part of waking up, yet it was a necessary evil. You groaned as you reached out to turn off the beeping and hide back under the covers. You really weren’t in the mood to face the world or school.

You laid under the covers for another five minutes until you sighed, reluctantly pushing the covers out of the way, and sitting up. Rubbing your eyes, you groaned once more as you realized the glass next to you bed was empty. “Thirsty,” you frowned, climbing out of bed, and grabbing your glass to go downstairs and refill it.

Once you reached the kitchen, you stared out the window as your glass began to fill with water. You were completely lost in your own thoughts, distracted by a bird pecking at the grass. Suddenly, your felt a pair of hands on your shoulders, causing you to shriek and drop your glass.

Turning around to confront the culprit behind you, you punched your older brother in the arm. “Don’t fucking scare me like that!”

Stephen laughed loudly, giving you a quick hug. “I couldn’t help myself, I’m sorry. You’re so easy to scare.”

“You’re such an asshole.” You laughed, picking up your glass to drink what little water was left in it before turning off the tap. “How was work?”

Stephen sighed, filling the kettle, and setting it to boil. “Same old, same old. Jamie’s gonna take you to school if that's alright.”

You frowned as you put your glass down in the sink for washing. “Why can’t you take me?”

“Because, pipsqueak, I’m fuckin’ tired.” He poured himself some coffee before leaving the kitchen and disappearing upstairs.

It had just been the three of you for almost three years; your mom had died of cancer and dad was nowhere to be found. To keep food on the table, all three of you worked. Stephen worked nights at the powerplant, Jamie worked days at the general store, and you worked weekends and the odd evening at the diner.

It wasn't much, but you made it work.

“Y/N!” Jamie called out. “I am leaving in exactly seven minutes! If you’re not ready then, I’m leaving without you!”

“Shit!” You sprinted upstairs to hastily get ready for school. You frantically threw on an Evil Dead t-shirt, dark plaid mini-skirt, and old grey socks, forcing your feet into a pair of black boots. Additionally, you grabbed your denim jacket off the floor before picking up your backpack and hurtling yourself down the stairs.

Jamie stood at the front door, looking at his watch. “Only thirty seconds to spare, I’m impressed.”

You pushed past him to get out the front door, giving him a death glare before smiling. “Oh shut up, I’m here now, aren’t I?”

“But for how long?” Jamie's expression went sinister as he opened the door for you before climbing into the car himself.

After climbing into the car, you punched his arm. “If you kill me on the way to school, you’d be doing me a kindness. Surely, you want me to suffer as much as possible.”

Turning the car on, Jamie pressed play on the stereo, Bronski Beat began playing throughout the car. “If I can't kill you, I'll just leave you with my terrible music.”

You groaned, sinking down into your seat. “You're too kind, sparing my life and giving me the gift of whatever this is.”

He smirked, shaking his head. “I am nothing but merciful.”

The rest of the car ride was silent as you tapped your thighs to the beat of the music, watching Hawkins fly past you. Yawning, you leaned your head against the window and tried not to fall back asleep. All the late nights were definitely catching up to you and it was probably time to sleep early for once, not that you’d ever actually do it though.

The car pulled into the Hawkins High parking lot and came to a halt, with you climbing out and grabbing your backpack.

“Stephen will pick you up tonight, as usual. I'll be home probably at about 6 with dinner, alright?” Jamie leaned over to make sure you could hear him.

You nodded, putting on your headphones and grabbing your Walkman out of your backpack. “I’ll see you at home.” You didn't bother waiting for a reply as you walked into school, pressing play on your music, Shout by Tears for Fears filling your ears.

Arriving at your locker, you ignored the “Hellfire’s Bitch” plastered all over it. You’d long since given up trying to rub it off as it would appear again the next day, you were used to it anyway. When it first started to happen, you’d always scream and cry about how much you hated it and how it wasn’t true, but now you wore the name like a badge of honour.

Better to be known as Hellfire’s Bitch than a slut, right?

While you weren’t an official member of the Hellfire Club, you were still pretty good friends with the members. After your mom died, they’d more or less taken you under their wing. They made you laugh again and remind you that you always had someone looking out for you, no matter what.

The only downside was being teased for being associated with “freaks” and having to deal with the constant fear of being beaten up by Jason and his band of loyal cultists. While you hadn’t been attacked yet, you knew it was coming at some point – you were 5’1”, you didn’t stand a chance against Jason’s 5’8” frame. You’d be toast in seconds.

You shrugged off those thoughts, grabbing the necessary books out of your locker and walked to your first class, not bothering to take off your headphones. You weren’t in any classes with any of your friends anyway, so there was no point in taking them off.

You breezed your way through the classes, never putting your hand up and taking notes if you needed to. Before your mom’s death, you’d always be engaged in classes and would always ask questions. But now? You didn’t see a point in doing anything but getting your work done so you could get out.

Once the lunch bell rang, you rushed into the cafeteria and looked around for your friends, only to have Eddie Munson stand on his table and stretch his arms out towards you. “But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.”

Blushing deeply, you laughed and made your way over to his table. “Alright, Romeo, you can stop with the theatrics now.” Placing your tray on the table, you flattened the back of your skirt and sat down closest to Eddie.

Eddie moved his chair slightly closer to you. “You’ll never guess who I’m gonna ask to prom.”

You looked at him and then at the rest of the table before back to Eddie, knowing that everyone except you knew who he was talking about. “I’ll guess Nancy Wheeler.”

Gareth almost choked on his food from laughing. “Close but not quite.”

You went silent for a few moments to think, the smile slowly growing on your lips as an idea came to your head. “Chrissy Cunningham? Fuck off, even I wanna sleep with her.”

The entire table sat up straighter at your comment, all of them instantly thinking of you and Chrissy making out in very little clothing. Several of the boys coughed awkwardly as they readjusted their jeans, causing you to roll your eyes and turn back to Eddie. “You’re such a bullshitter, Munson.”

Eddie put his hands up in surrender. “I’m not bullshitting, I swear.”

You laughed, opening your carton of juice. “I’ll believe you when I see it for myself.”

Eddie gave you a slight smirk, his eyes focused on your lips for a moment before returning to your eyes. “Don’t you worry, Juliet, I’ll prove it.”

You raised an eyebrow, licking your lips. “I’m betting on it.”

Gareth sighed, slamming his fist down on the table, causing you and Eddie to jump. “Either kiss and get it over with or stop eye-fucking each other, there’s kids around.”

You and Eddie moved slightly away from each other, coughing awkwardly as you took a sip of your juice. Talk at the table went to the usual next D&D session, you just sitting and listening to the excited boys, not knowing, or understanding anything that was being said. But listening to the excitement in their voices always made your smile.

The rest of the school day went by uneventfully and ended with you waiting outside the school for Stephen to pick you up. As usual, he was late. Everyone else had already gone home, leaving you to sit on the wall in front of the school with your headphones on, staring at the road and waiting for Stephen’s car.

A person stood in front of you, causing you to take your headphones off and look up at them. “Well well well, it looks like it’s just you and me, Juliet."

You sighed, folding your arms over your chest. “Why are you still here, Eddie? School’s over.”

Eddie almost frowned as he sat down beside you on the wall, ignoring your question. “Why are you still here?”

“Stephen’s supposed to pick me up. I guess he forgot,” you shrugged, grimacing.

“What’re you listening to?” Eddie took your headphones, pressing play on your Walkman before you could answer. You watched his face show little to no emotion as he listened to your music, his eyes focused on something in the distance, or probably nothing at all.

After a few minutes, he took the headphones off and handed the Walkman back to you. “Because you didn't give me a chance to answer before you listened, it’s Modern Talking.”

Eddie nodded slowly. “It's… different.”

You shook your head, laughing a little. “It’s okay, you can say you hate it.”

He narrowed his eyes, leaning his head in closer to yours. “Whoever said I hated it?”

“Oh please, I know you, Romeo. You don’t wanna be rude by saying my music is terrible, so you call it interesting, you’ve said that about anything you don’t like that I like.”

Eddie smirked. “So you think you know me?”

You raised an eyebrow, getting closer to him. “Of course I know you, we know each other very well.”

“Maybe we do, maybe we don’t.”

You moved away, brushing him off. “You never answered my earlier question, why are you still here?”

Eddie shrugged, fiddling with the ends of your hair. “I was about to leave when I saw you out here alone, I didn’t think you should be waiting for your bother alone... if he even turns up.”

You frowned. “He’ll turn up, he’s just running late.”

“I’ll tell you what; if he doesn’t turn up in the next 10 minutes, I will take you home.”

You thought about his offer for a moment before slowly nodding your head. “Okay, sure.”

It wouldn’t be the first time Eddie had offered to drive you home; he’d even done it a handful of times over the past few years. But you always felt guilty over him having to stay later after school to wait with you and then eventually drive you home.

While your brothers tolerated Eddie and accepted that he was a friend, they were still wary of him. Not because of any of the Hellfire “cult” nonsense, but because of Eddie’s reputation for dealing drugs and smoking almost constantly. It was the typical overprotective older brother routine that you’d had been forced to live with since your parents died.

Eddie lit a cigarette and blew out the smoke, being careful to not blow it in your face. You looked in his direction, taking the cigarette from him and taking a long drag, blowing out the smoke as you handed it back.

Almost hesitantly, Eddie took the cigarette back. “Okay, that was the hottest thing you've ever done, who knew Juliet could hold a smoke?”

You raised an eyebrow, smirking a little. “Surprised, Munson?”

He took another drag, processing everything he’d just witnessed. “I just pictured you as the good girl, never doing anything like this.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “We crash parties all the time, I’d hardly call myself the good girl.”

Eddie took one last long drag before throwing his cigarette away. “In that case, Juliet, the not good girl, I think it’s high time I take you home.”

You sighed, nodding as you picked up your backpack and jacket, making your way over to Eddie’s van with Eddie wrapping an arm around your shoulder. His arm dropped to open the passenger side door for you before disappearing to the other side of the van and climbing in.

You tossed your bag and jacket in before climbing in yourself, closing the door behind you. The van smelled of thousands of cigarettes, beer cans and cologne; while you wouldn’t call it horrible, it certainly took you by surprise every time you smelled it. You were sure the smell was strong enough to burn some hairs off your nose, not that  you’d ever say anything to Eddie about it.

The car ride was silent between you two, the only sound was Eddie’s stereo playing Master of Puppets by Metallica, Eddie’s hands tapping against the steering wheel. You’d heard him play the song a thousand times since it was released, it was cute in a way.

People always saw Eddie have this tough and scary exterior but once people ripped the surface away and go deeper, they’d see that he was one of the softest and kindest people in the school. Fiercely protective and loyal to those closest to him, he’d take a bullet for them if he could.

All too soon, Eddie had parked his van outside of your house and was waiting for you to make a move. You awkwardly picked up your belongings, knowing you should say something… anything but nothing came to mind. “I’ll see you later?” You blurted out without fully thinking beforehand.

It came out more like a question than anything else, and if Eddie could hear your thoughts, he’d be bombarded with loud screaming and being told you were an idiot repeatedly. You couldn’t understand why today of all days, you couldn't act normal around him.

Just say goodbye like a normal person, you complete loser.

Eddie nodded, giving you a gentle smile, clearly not fazed by your strange reaction. “See you later, Juliet. And please don’t tell your brothers I let you smoke.”

You nodded, your insides melting at that damned smile. “Your secret is safe with me.” You nodded as you opened the door and climbed out. After closing the door, you gave him a salute before racing inside.

Once the door was closed, you instantly began banging your forehead against it repeatedly, cringing at every hit until you felt a hand on your forehead, moving your head away from the door. “If you wanted to crack your skull open, you’ll have to hit harder than that.”

You frowned, moving your head to see Stephen grinning beside you. Once you realised who it was, you instantly began punching his arm. “You were supposed to pick me up from school, asshole!”

Stephen raised his arms in defence before grabbing your fists to stop you from attacking him. “I know and I’m sorry, my alarm didn’t wake me up. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

You stopped fighting, your eyes narrowing. “Make it up to me how?”

He let go of your hands. “You can have whatever you want for dinner all weekend, and Eddie Munson can take you to school and pick you up for the rest of the month.”

You thought about his offer for a moment before nodding. “You got yourself a deal, you’re lucky you get to live another day.” You held out your hand and Stephen shook it, sealing the deal.

He smiled as their hands shook before his smile dropped almost as quickly as it appeared. “Did you smoke?”

Your eyes went wide for a moment before you bolted for the stairs, Stephen hot on your heels. He grabbed your ankle, pulling you down as soon as you reached the top step. “I’m gonna kill Munson!” he yelled.

“You said he could be my ride for a month! We had a deal!” You yelled back, trying to hold in your laughter as you lay on the stairs.

“That was before I knew he got you to smoke!”

You were just about to kick him in the balls to get him off, but the front door opened, revealing Jamie had come home with burgers. Stephen looked down at you, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “This isn’t over, you’re grounded for the rest of the semester,” then he walked downstairs to greet his brother.

Rolling your eyes, you turned over and stood up, slowly making your way down the stairs. At first, you thought it was all a joke but hearing your brother’s voice sound so threatening made you realise that perhaps he wasn’t joking at all and maybe you were grounded after all.

Arriving in the kitchen, you grabbed your Styrofoam box of a burger and fries from the greasy bag and grabbed a Coke from the fridge before sitting down at the counter to eat.

The three of you ate in silence, until Jamie spoke up through a mouthful of fries. “How was school?”

You shrugged, finishing the rest of your burger before answering. “Same old, same old, Stephen forgot to pick me up, so Eddie brought me home.”

Stephen shook his head, clearly annoyed that you brought it up. “I didn’t forget, I overslept. Do I need to bring up how you’re grounded for the rest of the semester?”

You looked down, playing with a fry. Jamie frowned, turning to the eldest sibling. “Why’s she grounded?”

“Would you like to say why you’re grounded?” Stephen asked, you shook your head. “She’s grounded because she smoked.”

Jamie raised his eyebrow slightly, directing his next question towards you. “Was it drugs or just a cigarette?”

“Cigarette,” you almost whispered, hanging your head.

“What do you mean “just” a cigarette? She shouldn’t be smoking anything!” Stephen almost yelled.

“You were her age once! You did far worse than her! Do I need to remind you why all your girlfriends were banned from the house? Or why none of mom’s jewellery was left to us?” Jamie fired back.

“It’s because I did worse shit that I want to stop her from continuing!” Stephen towered over Jamie. “If she isn't careful, she’ll ruin her life!”

“OH MY GOD, STOP PRETENDING TO BE DAD!” You screamed, getting off your seat. “No matter how hard you put on the persona, you’ll never be him.”

Stephen moved around the counter to stand in front of you, looking like a giant compared to you. “I don’t know if you noticed, kiddo, since that deadbeat left, I have to be. My life ended the day mom died. Both of our lives did, we had to look after you.”

“So this is my fault?” You laughed bitterly. “If you didn’t want me, you should’ve just shipped me off to England when Aunt Clara fucking asked.”

His eyes narrowed, his voice getting quiet. “You know what? Maybe I should’ve. Maybe then I wouldn’t be stuck in this fucking shithole with a little brother who’s a pushover and a little sister who thinks the entire world revolves around her.”

Before another word could be said, Stephen stormed out of the house and sped away, leaving you and Jamie to stare at each other and wonder what in the world had just happened. Feeling tears well up in your eyes, you darted towards the door and shakily grabbed your coat and put it on.

“Where are you going?” Jamie asked, walking towards the door after you.

“Out.”

“You’re grounded, remember?”

“So stop me from going out then.” You waited for a few seconds before nodding your head. “I’ll be back later, I just wanna clear my head.”

Jamie pulled you in for a tight hug, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “You’re not a burden to me, okay? Stephen’s just got a lot resting on his shoulders and I know he shouldn’t take it out on you, but he just wants the best for you.”

You nodded, hugging him back before letting go. “I love you, Jamie, and I’m sorry for ruining dinner.”

Jamie brushed you off. “Nah you didn’t, don’t worry about it. I love you too and go see Eddie.”

“How did you know I’d go see Eddie?”

“I was eighteen once before, I know love when I see it.”

“I-I don’t-” you stuttered, completely taken aback by your brother’s comment.

“I’ll keep your secret, don’t worry. Now go before it gets too dark.”

You gave him a smile before walking out into the dusk. It wasn’t too far to walk to Eddie’s, but it still probably wasn’t a good idea to walk it at that hour and alone. You shivered a little and wished you’d put on tights or jeans before leaving but it was far too late for that now; you’d probably borrow a blanket from Eddie when you were there.

After almost an hour of walking, you arrived at Eddie’s trailer. With a shaky hand, you knocked on his door. As you waited, you could feel the anxiety rising within you, almost making you cry; not over seeing Eddie, but the weight of the argument and what Stephen had said had finally hit you and it hit like a tonne of bricks.

Eddie opened the door with a wide smile. “Well this is a surprise, Juliet.” His smile dropped once he noticed you were on the verge of a panic attack. “What happened? Who do I need to kill?”

You shook your head, hugging him tightly, burying your face in his chest. Eddie closed the door behind you and hugged you back, pressing a kiss to the side of your head before gently scratching the top of your head, soothing you. “You're okay, nothing will hurt you here.”

Keeping your head in his chest, you breathed in the smell of cigarettes and cologne, both smells and Eddie’s words helping you calm down. Slowly, you came out of the hug. “I got into an argument with Stephen.”

Eddie nodded, pressing another kiss to the side of your head. “You get the blankets; I’ll get the beer.”

You nodded, grabbing blankets from the sofa and Eddie’s room before making your way up to the roof of the trailer, arranging the blankets to be comfortable to sit on and resting one on your lap to warm your legs up.

The pair of you always sat on the roof whenever you came over, staring up at the sky, looking at clouds and smoking during the day and looking at constellations, talking about your dreams and drinking during the night.

Eddie brought up a box of beer, passing it up to you as he finished climbing up the ladder himself. He settled next to you, getting two cans out and opening one before handing it to you and opening his own. “You wanna tell me what actually happened?”

You sighed before taking a sip of your beer, reluctantly nodding. “There isn’t much to really say. Stephen grounded me for the rest of the semester because I was smoking with you. He also basically said that I ruined both his and Jamie’s lives when our mom died, and he wished he’d sent me off to England.”

Eddie took a massive chug of his beer, clearly trying to contain his anger. “Your brother is an asshole, I’m sorry but he is. If he doesn’t apologize for saying what he said and ungrounding you, I’ll get my uncle to beat his ass.”

You shook your head, taking a long drink. “Don’t worry about it, Jamie has my back.”

“The offer’s always open, Juliet.”

You smiled at each other as you both fell silent, drinking your beers and staring up at the stars, the silence of the trailer park occasionally broken by a couple arguing or a dog barking. To you, it was nothing short of heaven to be under the stars with Eddie and dreaming of being away from home.

“Let’s get out of here.” Eddie said, breaking the silence.

You looked at him before looking at your watch. “The diner should still be open.”

“I was thinking more somewhere overseas.”

“So my brother shouts at me, I should flee the country?”

“This place is a dead end; we’ve been saying it for years.”

“So what’re we gonna do about it?”

He shrugged slightly. “You know I’ll follow you wherever you wanna go.”

You downed the rest of your beer. “What if I wanna go to Antarctica?”

He laughed, shaking his head slightly as he opened another beer for you, handing it to you. “In that case, Juliet, I’d better get my winter coat.”

You took the beer from him and took a sip. “Did you mean it? When you said you’d take Chrissy to prom?” You asked quietly.

Realising your change in demeanour, Eddie stroked your cheek with his thumb. “There’s only one girl I’d take to prom, and it’ll never be Chrissy Cunningham.”

With watery eyes, you looked at him. “Who’s that?”

Eddie smiled gently, leaning into you, as if he was about to kiss you but he stopped just before you lips, his forehead resting against yours as his dark eyes bore into yours. “Isn’t it obvious? It’s you.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but he placed a finger over your lips to stop you before continuing. “And since I do wanna take you to prom, there’s one very important question I must ask you. Y/N, my Juliet, may I take you out on a date tomorrow night?”

A tear fell down your cheek as you smiled, taking a few seconds to answer. “Edward Munson, my Romeo, you may take me out on a date tomorrow.”

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[yourfavoritewitchbitch]

Only the Night Knows

This little baby blurb popped into my head, and I just had to get it out to kick off this spooky season! Enjoy!

Word Count: 735

Not long after the gates were finally closed, you began having dreams where he visited.

These dreams were so vivid, you still felt the effects long after waking.

You couldn’t tell the others, they already worried too much over you as it was. This would just be another reason to fret over your fragility. Just another nail in the coffin, confirming you actually were certifiable.

“Hey sweetheart. Missed you.” He smiled up at you as you walked over, taking the seat beside him on the bench overlooking the lake. It was dusk. You’re favorite time of the day. The sun setting over the water’s edge with the most brilliant colors of golden hues dancing on the glassy surface.

“Hey Eddie.” It went like this most nights, small hellos. Not many words shared between you. The presence of each other had always been more than enough. But tonight was different.

“They all think I’m crazy.” You were looking out onto Lover’s Lake, afraid to meet his gaze. He took your small hand in his. His fingers seemed longer; nails almost claw like. His skin was colder, but his touch still comforted you. Grounding you there as you continued to speak.  

“When you…” tears beginning to well, biting back a sob threatening its way through, as the acidic bile tried to rise in your throat. You still couldn’t say it out loud.  

“When it happened, they had to tear me away from you. I thought I was going to go right along with you.” He squeezed your hand a little tighter. “But now, they’re all worried about me because this is the only place I can find you and all I want to do is sleep.”

“Sweetheart, look at me.” He took his free hand, lifting your chin to meet his gaze.

He was Eddie, but somehow changed. His eyes, those warm, inviting orbs had lost their light. They were almost black and you could have sworn you saw flecks of red glinting back. His teeth were longer, sharper. Almost threatening. Although he had always been pale, his skin was so white you could see the blue of his veins as if he were almost translucent. But he was still your Eddie, at least what was left of him.

“I love you more than I loved anyone else in this world. Even now, you’re the only reason I’m still here. If it weren’t for you, I would have fully turned by now.”

You looked up at him, confusion written all over your face.

“I know you don’t understand, but you will soon. I’m sorry. Just know that I will never hurt you.” He leaned into your space, moving his hand to caress your cheek, kissing your forehead with parched, cool lips.

“Eddie, what does that even mean?”

He stood then, letting go of you entirely. As he walked away, you shouted after him.

“Eddie, please! Don’t go! Please. I love you! Please just take me with you.”

He looked back over his shoulder, his teeth had somehow lengthened, and his grin looked even more deadly. The red in his eyes now more prominent.

“Soon,” passed from his lips as you startled awake.

You were trying to catch your breath, body sweat soaked and heart beating too fast as you sat up in bed. Alone once more. You looked around the room, trying to take in the now familiar surroundings.

No, you couldn’t tell the others. They wouldn’t even believe you at this point. After all, they’re the ones that committed you to this place. Padded walls, barred windows. No, they wouldn’t believe you. Maybe they would once the carnage began. They would realize all too late.

You stood and looked out onto the lawn of Pennhurst. The moon shining bright enough, you could see his silhouette by the gate. Those same eyes from your dream already on you, glowing blood red. You watched in awe as he unfurled and stretched out his massive wings taking flight into the night sky. You thought he was beautiful in life, but he was magnificent in death.

For the Eddie you knew was long gone, but this Eddie would bring Death in his wake with you by his side. You would gladly follow him into Hell.

You could hear a faint echo in the back of your mind as his wings carried him further into the darkness.

“Soon.”

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[nexusnyx]

It Will Come Back

#NightSkyChallenge: Prompt 4 — The night I left and came back hours later. “I had to think.” Vamp!Eddie Munson x F!Reader [7k]

⚠️ Mentions of death. SMUT; dark themes and thoughts. | 🏷️ Vamp/Kas!Eddie; unprotected sex, rough-handling, lots of feelings, blood drinking, Dark!Eddie, possessiveness, denial of feelings, angst, emotional sex.

SUMMARY: You thought he was dead for a year. Then, at a bar, there he is. Except, it isn’t him, is it? It looks like him. Physically. But when the eyes settle on you—Eddie’s eyes always carried the warmth of a cup of hot cocoa; the eyes staring at you looked different, and nothing about them rekindled that previous heat. All your feelings were drowned under the need and desire to be seen by them regardless of that.

You thought he was dead for a year. Then, at a bar, there he is. 

Eddie.

Except—it isn’t Eddie, is it? 

It looks like him. Physically. But when the eyes settle on you… Those are not his eyes. You looked into Eddie’s eyes for ten whole years of your whole life—they were the bane of your existence and what you searched for the most after hard days. When your sticks hit the drums and music made life seem worth living for a few minutes, it was his eyes you liked finding amongst the notes. 

You know his eyes. They carried the warmth of a cup of hot cocoa, and the eyes staring at you looked different. More… dangerous.

All your feelings were drowned under the need and desire to be seen by them regardless of that.

I thought he was dead.

He was supposed to be dead. 

You were gonna be sick.

Across the bar, Eddie blinked at you, recognition written all over his features, and you freaked out.

It was fair to say you lost all of the few goddamn marbles you had. For an entire year you carried grief and pain like a necklace, one without a clasp, which choked you while you slept, and yet, you felt naked without it.

(One day, a couple of months ago, you realized a whole day passed by without a single thought of Eddie, and you cried harder than you had when the town split open and Wayne warned you ‘he’s gone; they haven’t found our boy, darlin’; i’m sorry; i thought they’d told you’.)

The realization hit you like a punch to the stomach. Eddie as alive.

Once the initial shock passed, other emotions flooded in waves. Relief. Confusion. Aches, all over your chest, radiating from the center because Eddie is here, and you spent the past year thinking he was gone.

When you take a step towards his direction, though, your world crumbles for the second time that evening.

Eddie takes a step back.

The second you walk forward, he breaks out of his trance too, surprise gives way to fear, and that’s when you notice it—the red. Eddie’s eyes are… red.

You have no time to process the weirdness of it, because the second someone passes your field of vision, Eddie’s frame is gone.

He disappears like smoke in the mist and takes your breath with him.

If you were anything less than sober, and he hadn’t been so different — shorter hair, different rings and clothes, the red fucking eyes — you would assume it was a trick of your mind.

Since there’s no weed or alcohol to blame, you’re left with the certainty:

Eddie’s alive.

He also seems to want nothing to do with you, for some reason.

Saying it hurt as much as the day he disappeared and everyone presumed him dead was equivocal—too much.

It was still a close call.

For a week, all you do is cry.

His absence was only starting to diminish, only started to feel less like a gaping hole in your chest that nothing and no one would ever feel, and now—this.

The only good thing that came out of hell breaking loose in that hole of a city was that without Eddie, nothing kept you there.

Certainly not your family, and the few friends you had understood too well the sentiment of wanting to flee as far as possible, so the encouragement had always been there.

Without Eddie, diligence took over the reins straight out of your blinding grief's hands, and you got into a University on the first try.

Leaving Hawkins was supposed to be a fresh start, but now, all of that ceased to exist.

A single sight of him, alive and breathing, and you were back where you've always been.

In love with the best friend you ever had, pining for a guy who felt too big for this silly little world, and its ridiculous little rules.

Thinking to spare the roommate of your discovery and its aftermath, you roam campus like a ghost, questions about the how and why growing in your mind like a weed, leaving an itch all over your skin like poison ivy.

What's he doing in Notre Dame?

Was he wearing lenses?

It's been almost two years. Does Wayne know? What about the rest of Corroded Coffin?

So many questions, so little time to think about all of them, and yet, so much of your days spent with your mind swimming in circles.

It hurts in ways you forgot it was even possible.

Eddie was such a big part of you.

And now, everything was murky and slippery.

After a week crying, you started to wish you were losing that mind that night.

Telling yourself you hallucinated; it was only a product of your imagination helps to lessen the pain because it erases the idea that you’d been right, and with that gone, all that’s left to do is miss him some more.

That’s fine.

That you’d been doing for a while.

You missed Eddie even when he was there, at times, mostly because his while he was close, it had never been enough.

Loving someone through different parts and moments of your life makes them feel like a limb.

Eddie was always there, even when he wasn’t.

You go through the first part of the semester buried in books, nightmares, and feeble attempts at friendship. People in the University are different from the folks of little small town Hawkins, and as much as it’s a fresh breath, it makes you recoil a bit in your shell to be blasted with so much personality from all the sides.

At least your roommate is nice.

Sympathetic to the times you wake up crying, thank gods. The offer of a hot chocolate after a particular gruesome day — and nightmare — makes the whole experience gain some sunlight, even if it’s just from a tiny corner; a thin string of it.

When you return home for the holidays, you brace yourself for the worst, knowing it wouldn’t be enough.

Hawkins was… okay, now.

Whatever the fuck happened two years ago is gone, but the ghosts in your room are everpresent. 

The first day is thrice harder than you imagined, but you make through with a couple of hours of sleep under your belt.

And then it comes—

the feleing.

All day long, the infurating, freezing, and bone-chilling feeling of being watched.

Observed.

It creeps on you like eyes fixed at the back of your neck.

You spend the whole day tettering the edge of a panic attack, fiddling with the black nail polish on your fingers, or the rips in your jeans.

No amount of encouraging attempts of conversation from your father are fruitous when all your mind wants to do is look back and—who’s there?

The feeling that someone is looking drains your mind, and by dinner time, all you want is to lay down and pass the fuck out. You even toss the idea of getting high, overcome by this fear that you’ll end up even more paranoid, or seeing things.

(Seeing things again. You have to say seeing things again, because that wasn’t real.)

The technique to put yourself to sleep with mindful touches on your arms and face works, and you drif off…

falling…

falling into darknes…

Eddie—

No! Eddie, no! 

He’s too far—you can’t reach him—Eddie’s gonna fall into the cracks—he’s calling for you—

Eddie, please! Please, hold my hand, please—

Then, your name.

“It’s just a dream.” Something shakes the darkness away, and you hear, “Wake up.”

Your body jolts awake, eyes opening wide and your torso flinging upwards. You’re panting, and you feel the wetness on your cheeks before—

“Jesus Christ.”

The relieved sigh is what makes you look to the side, and both your hands cover your mouth to contain the scream that threatens to leave your lips.

Eddie lifts both of his hands in the air, eyes are red as they were that day, and now that he’s closer you can see that even with the same face, the difference resonates even in the air around him.

He is Eddie, but something is inheretly wrong, or changed, and it prickles your eyes with water to note that because all you want to do is let your trembling body crumble until the pieces are all over him.

Both of you stay in silence as you digest the shock, and Eddie remains still for it.

He only lowers his hands when he’s sure you’re not going to scream, but he keeps his mouth shut.

Changed or not, he seems to be aware that if he speaks too soon your brain might melt or something of the sort.

Slowly, your hands lower.

It is him.

You have so many questions.

Despite the infinite-looking number, the one your head picks is, “What are you doing here?”

It’s whispered, shaky. You’re aware that every inch of you is hanging by a thin thread, and by the attentive look, so does he.

The red looks eerie under the moonlight streaming from your large windows.

Eddie frowns after a second, like your question just registered.

Then, he sighs.

His restlessness is gone. It’s almost like someone gave him a calming drought with permanent effect, and all of the bubbling energy that made Eddie’s persona come out like a popcorn fest at times had reached boiling point. Now, all of his wild, powerful and bright energy existed as a mist around him.

Eddie seemed to have aged a lot more the time he was gone than the frame permitted.

“I thought you stopped,” he finally said. His voice was exactly the same—when Eddie spoke calmly, it came out like syrup of buttered honey; most of the time it was loud and shriverly, but when he was high, or sleepy, Eddie sounded different. Sounded like this. Your heart skipped a beat, and he continued after a moment of your stunned silence. “You took three weeks. But you had stopped. I thought you had, at least.”

It takes a moment where you’re too lost in the feeling of him talking, and being here for you to register what he’s implying.

Then it hits you—three straight weeks crying. That’s how long you spent in a hellhole after seeing Eddie at that pub.

“You knew?” you wanted to die. Your eyes started to sting. “You… how d’you know that?”

“I heard it.” Eddie’s eyebrows start creasing, as if he’s in pain. Genuine, physical pain. “I wanted to stay away, but I needed to make sure, so I followed you and overheard you going to bed. I—I should’ve gone. But I stayed every day until I heard you going to sleep without crying.”

The hurmoless laughter comes out before you can stop it. “That’s because the nightmares started instead.”

His frown deepens. “Yeah, I see that now.”

“Eddie,” his name comes out choked. “Am I—I’m—” confused. It hurts. Eddie. “How?”

The look of pain worsens, and Eddie gets up from your bed, taking all his heat with him. “I could tell you, but… I don’t know how that’d help.”

You blink your eyes at him, wide, exasperated. “I’m gonna fucking kill you,” you whisper. “I’ve—I don’t—” fuck! Your body retracts in itself, and you hide your scream and face behind your hands.

“You only stutter when you’re nervous. I’m sorry.”

You take your hands out of your face, pulling your knees up to your chest. “Eddie, I’m gonna scream.”

“You just did.”

“Shut up!” You half-scream. “Eddie, I’m—Please. Please, please, explain to me how I’m not losing my fucking mind, how—how did you—why are you—you—you—”

He sits back down on the bed, and your words die in your lips. Eddie’s hands come up, catch both of yours between them, and he keeps them fit in there. “Breathe,” says Eddie.

C’mon, babe, breathe. Nuh-huh, don’t try to talk, just breathe.

Breathe for me. It’s alright, I’m here.

Ei, ei, ei, it’s alright, it’s okay—tune them out. Breathe. I know they’re fucking idiots, don’t look at them, look at me.

It hits you how this is and isn’t Eddie.

Your breathing is shaky.

“Psst, look at me.” Eddie’s eyes make you feel cold… until his lips split into a smile, and he nods. “Better. Keep breathing.”

I want to cry, you think.

“I’ll wait,” Eddie adds. He always knew that filling the silence was important so you wouldn’t try to. Usually, he did so with rambles.

This works too, apparently.

At the end of your third last breath, Eddie’s hand start to let go of yours, but quickly, you catch them before they go too far.

Eddie looks down just like you, and both of you watch your hands together, the contrast between your skin tones and the size of them. Eddie’s fingers intertwine in yours with measured movements. You wonder how much of his skittishness is gone and replaced by fear of doing something wrong.

“Those aren’t lenses, are they?” you ask. It’s easier looking at your joined hands than his face right now.

“No.” Eddie’s thumb starts moving circles where it is. “Why are you so… calm?”

You scoff. “I am not calm.”

“You look calm.”

“Eddie, I just stuttered for the first time in months not thirty seconds ago,” you laugh, despite everything.

Eddie hums. “Right,” he sighs. “I’m just used to—more screaming? I guess? And weirded out looks.”

The words richocet in your head and then— “So you did stay away in purpose. Who did you go to? Wayne? Who else?” Why not me? Your heart starts beating harder again.

“Wayne first,” Eddie replies. “Then a few friends who helped me that day.”

The mention of The Horrible Day makes you squeeze your hands. “I’m still pissed off at you for dropping by that stupid ring here and then leaving.”

“You’d have gotten involved and I was being chased by more than just the police. I heard you talking about this with Bruna and you were wrong—it wouldn’t have been better. I’m glad I did what I did, ok?”

“You heard me talking with Bruna? On the cemetery? Were you follo—have you been following me?”

“Here and there,” he answers in the same heartbeat. “You look surprised.”

Now he had to be joking. “You didn’t—I thought you—you—I—”

Untangling his hands from yours, Eddie lifts one of them to your hair. “Breathe.” He mimics taking a deep breath and it shows that the effect he’s had on you never left because you mirror him without even wanting to.

His nods give you the same comfort.

“Good,” Eddie’s shoulders visibly relax. “Do you want me to tell you everything that happened that day?” he asks when you’re finishing your last deep breath. “I will.”

There is a lot you want Eddie to tell you, but the start should be the best place.

Not trusting your ability to speak, you nod.

“A lot of it will be hard to believe,” he goes on.

You pierce him with a look. “Your eyes are red, Edward.” If he tries to hold anything back, I might actually kill him. “I’ve known you since I was eleven and I’ve never seen you be this still. You used to cry whenever you heard me crying, and for some reason, I spent more than a year thinking my best friend was dead and he’s been following me around. Knowing that. Knowing how much…” it hurt. You can’t say it. How much it killed me.

“I can’t anymore,” it comes out as a whisper, and you lift your eyes to his again. Eddie’s bottom lip is pouting, brows creased together. “I mean—I can, but it’s almost impossible.”

“You can’t what?”

“I can’t cry,” he tells you. On his face, the saddest smile that’s ever graced Eddie’s face makes your heart halt. “Maybe a single tear, or two, but that’s me having a breakdown.”

I can’t cry.

You close your eyes. “Eddie… from the top. Please.”

“Okay.” Eddie straightens up. “At the last period I told you Chrissy needed drugs, and she set the time with me to fetch them. Right?” You nod. “I lied when I came to your house that night and said she hadn’t shown up. I—I can’t believe I managed to do it; I could never lie to you, but I knew I had to. She went to my trailer. Chrissy. She did die there, and it’s true—I was there.”

You try to brace yourself the moment Eddie says ‘I lied’, but as he rolls the events of that day, you realize with a grudge that Eddie was right:

I would’ve gotten envolved.

(And then probably killed.)

The first place you drive to is the old elementary school playground.

It’s the only place you can feel comfort in accepting the words Eddie’s told you.

You park the car on the curb and when the engines go off, the darkness of the night and the time envelop you in a warm hug.

(Trying to ignore how that warm hug resembles Eddie’s now is impossible.)

You look over to the swings that are the same as the ones in your very first memories with him.

“I died, I think. Something had to happen for this to take place, and I remember being out of it for a while…”

“Would you have died died if they had brought your body back?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I think so. Probably—I would’ve bled to death if they passed me over to here. In there, I was under—something. There’s a veil there. Might be ‘cause it’s a realm inside ours—one that’s the habitat for everything that lives differently than us, has different lives and properties.”

“... How different do you feel?”

“Very. Most of it is physical, I thik. I’m still me—at least the way my brain thinks, for the most part, it feels like me. Do I sound like me to you?”

“Yeah.”

“Is it weird for you? The way I look?”

“... Not in the way you think.”

The second place you drive to is the street behind the Arcade.

The alley where you and Eddie smoked your first joints together seems like the perfect place to accept your doom.

Cathartic—it was the place where you noticed how much you wanted him, after all.

Parked there, you pull up your knees to your chest and bite your lips until you taste metal in your mouth, trying to get through the second part of it all—the one that stings, and burns, and makes you want you did get involved or that just like him, you’d lost the ability to cry somewhere down your road:

“And why—why did they get to know you’re alive?”

“Because I’m not a danger to them.”

“And you are to me?”

“Yes.” Eddie’s face is impassive. “The more time I spend next to you, the more danger I am to you.”

“How? Why?”

“Kas said so.”

Kas. The breath of life in Eddie’s lungs that turned him immortal—the dragon whose fire gave Eddie powers, abilities, darkness. “In what way?”

“God, I’d almost forgotten how fucking stubborn you are—”

“In what way, Ed?”

“In every way,” he answers quickly. “Don’t I feel different to you? Tell me you don’t feel it.”

Your mouth remined shut. The darkness hummed around him, like a blanket. Like animals hum in a forest in the dark, and then stop when danger is around. “I feel it.”

“It’s alive. It’ll follow me wherever I go, sweetheart. I’m Eddie, but I’m also… this.”

This shimmery night-sky veil that emanated behind him, quietly until you silence took over and it could almost be heard.

Maybe he was right.

Part of you hated to admit it, but maybe Eddie was fucking right.

He’d been your closest friends for years.

Corroded Coffin welcomed you as a drummer only because of Eddie, and even if the boys grew to love you over time, you and him had always been two sides of the same coin.

You walked around like you had nothing to lose.

If danger knocked on your door, your problem was the other side of the scale—while Eddie ran away from it, you ran straight in its direction.

He just didn’t want your blood in his hands.

When you see it, you’re already parked outside Riana Street, slamming the car door behind you to go for a walk in the woods.

Eddie promised he’d wait, at least.

“Can I go… will at least wait if I go out for a drive?”

Eddie laughs. He looks perfect like that—almost as if nothing changed. If he laughed with his eyes closed, you’d probably feel nostalgic, like you were watchinga memory. “Sitting behind a wheel at sixteen was your doom.”

“It’s kept me in track so far.”

“You’ll come back?”

“Of course I’ll come back, this is my house.”

“You have until five a.m.”

“What—no longer a fan of half-naked sunbathing behind your trailer?”

“Funny. Very funny. Unfortunately, if I try that now, my insides will slowly turn to ash.”

“... You’re not joking.”

“No, I’m not joking.”

“Why are you smiling?”

“Because I’ve missed you. I know—I’m sorry, that’s the shittiest thing possible to say, but I did. I missed you a fucking lot, sweets.”

It’s the power of the trees, you think.

Something about their roots, and how you feel stuck to planet Earth even if you’re crumbling to pieces on the inside.

When you walk further enough and replaying the conversation in your mind helps with nothing, you just let it happen—your kneels hit the ground with the weight of your body, and you’re silently crying again.

There aren’t many tears.

Your body’s exhausted from running through this same track again, and the bottom line is simple:

You want him to stay.

You want Eddie.

The quiet sobs are everything your ear registers until it comes—

he’s watching.

The feeling creeps on your nape, raising goosebumps on your skin, and you stop, body going still.

He’s here.

“Eddie?”

The world stands still for the second you wait for an answer.

“These woods aren’t what they used to be, you know?”

Your whole body relaxes at the sound of his voice. Whipping around body around, you see him between a couple of trees.

Hands shoved inside his pockets, face set into pain again.

“You’re crying again,” the words are laced in hurt.

“You told me you’d wait,” you sniffle, rubbing your hands over your wet cheeks.

“Yeah, and I was. I knew you might come here, though, and these woods are dangerous now,” Eddie retorts.

“I had to think.”

“I realized,” Eddie walks closer to you, but stops a few meters away.

“Did you follow me since my house?”

“Yup.”

That means he saw your pathetic trip down memory lane. You scoff to yourself, wanting to bury your body in the ground instead of getting up. “Great.” It should be easier for him to leave now. How pathetic was that? “Don’t worry, it was a one time thing. I won’t be pathetically looking for your ghosts forever.”

“Is that you trying to kick me out of town earlier?”

“No, it’s just me telling you there’s no need to feel guilt.”

“You think I’d feel guilty over leaving you behind when I know it’s for your safety?” Eddie’s tone is so serious that it pulls your gaze to his. He looks determined. Eddie never had this confidence in his eyes before. “I feel like shit, yeah, but not over this. I know it’ll hurt, but at least you’ll be safe.”

“Oh, what a great ending!” It comes out louder than you expected. This is why you needed space. You can feel it bubbling—your own fire. “I’ll be safe. Everything worked out.”

Eddie takes a step back. “You’re mad at me.”

You finally get up from the floor, patting your knees. “No shit, you idiot.” I’m mad. I’m hurt. I’d fight a dragon to keep you, idiot. “You just told me you’re going away. That I’ll never see—” oh, fuck. There goes your heart again. “Do you really think—I can’t—”

Eddie steps closer, and it’s your turn to take a step back.

“No! No!” You’re screaming now. “Do not tell me to keep calm, to breathe, to fucking—no! I won’t!”

“You’re gonna have a panic attack if you don’t—”

“I’m ALREDY in panic! I’m losing you! I’m gonna lose you, Ed! Again. I’m gonna fucking lose you, again. Don’t tell me to calm down!”

Then, his scream hits the break in your panic with only four words:

“I CAN’T KILL YOU!”

Instantly, you freeze. For his turn, Eddie closes the distance between your bodies in hurried steps.

He grabs you by the biceps, holding you tight enough to hurt, but nothing makes you feel more than the intense heat simmering in his eyes.

In a low voice, Eddie shifts your world in its axis again. “It’s not just the danger following me, or the danger of who I am, and what kind of things that being what I am attracts.” His lips are trembling, and you’re hypnotized. Eddie’s never been this close. “It’s me, too.” Does he know he’s this close? “You’re the smart one in this duo, sweetheart. Out of all the people in this fucking world, you’re the one I most wanted to talk about this with. Even in my most cynical and coward days, I kinda believed in magic because of you. Use that head of yours—what’s the call that keeps dragons alive?”

The answer’s at the tip of your tongue, but for a second, all you can do is stare.

Eddie’s eyes are shining. Not in the glowing, literal sense, but in the wide-eyed, sparkling one.

“Treasures,” the word comes out in a breath.

Eddie nods. “I’m not what I used to be,” he whispers. His hands holding you in place are gripping so tight you’ll have bruises tomorrow, and it twists your stomach to think about how much you’d like those marks to be all over your body. “At my core, what I want is more. If I stay near you, I’ll start seeing you as mine. I’ll bring danger to you, and I’ll be one, too, because what belongs to me can be mine in any way.”

I wouldn’t mind, your mind offers.

You’re too frozen to do anything but stare at his lips, so close to your face.

“Do you know what my instinct was telling me to do when you entered these woods?”

Hunt me down. Take me as prey. For some reason, you did. “Yeah,” you breathe out. “I know.”

The answer takes him by surprise.

Eddie blinks a couple of times, inching back his face. “You… what?” Then, you watch as he starts to genuinely look at you. To see past his fears, and observe what’s right in front of him.

If Eddie heard you in the cemetery that night speaking with your sister, he’s heard you saying the words.

You still need to know. To confirm. “Did you heard what I said to Bruna that day?”

Eddie’s wide eyes gain a gaping mouth to match. “Are you…” his frown deepens. “Why aren’t you scared?” he sounds desperate. “Of course I heard you. I heard everything.”

“So you know what I feel. What I always felt.”

Eddie closes his eyes. “Yes. It’s the reason I’d start seeing you as mine,” he opens his eyes, and his head is shaking slowly. “I was too blind and too in denial to ever accept something like that coming from you, but now?” His Adam’s apple bobs. “I’m having trouble letting you go right now. That’s how bad it is. I feel—it’s like a burning in my chest. I can hear the blood pumping in your veins.” You shudder at the words. “I can smell your perfume from fucking miles away. I’m—” Eddie’s hands suddenly let go, his fingers opening and spreading wide. “I should go.”

Not without answering a question to you first. “Was there ever part of you that wished that before this happened?” You take a step closer to him since he stepped back. “That I was yours?”

Eddie’s looking at you with so much concern that you want to comfort him that it’s okay. He ducks his head to the side, looking down at the ground. “I pushed that away. I wasn’t good enough to you back then. Now, I want you to have a life.”

“That’s a load of bullshit.”

“What?!”

“You were always good enough.” More than good, but you would convince him of that later. “And staying away from me in order for me to have a life is even more bullshit. I’ve always been yours, Ed.”

The words do something to him.

Eddie’s face was contorted in pain—eyebrows pinched together, lips frowning, gaze downcast, desperate.

It all washes away, leaving him expresionless for a moment. A blank slate.

“So if that’s your reason to stay away… it’s a terrible one.”

Eddie’s jaw muscles tighten. “You…” he shuts his mouth. Looks away to the woods, then back at you with his eyes looking darker than before. “Stop for a second… please. And think about what you’re asking of me, here. Think—imagine the roles were reserved, and I was asking you to risk my stupid life for you.”

Instead of getting a rise out of you, the words bring a smile to your face.

It’s still Eddie.

“I would wanna hit you in the head hard enough in hopes that you changed your mind, but…” You watch his eyes fixating on your smile. “It’d still be your choice at the end of the day. I’d let you choose, even if it terrified me.”

Eddie nods frantically. “You do. You scare the living shit out of me, sweetheart.” He closes the small distance between you two by cupping your face in his hands and looking at you with all his fear and awe spilling out of his eyes. “You should be running in the opposite direction as far as you could.”

The words come out before you can stop them. “Only if it was for you to chase and catch me.”

His eyes widen, and there’s a growl at the back of his throat. He whispers your name like a warning.

“Ed.” I want this. Stay. Please stay. “I want you close. I’m aware of the dangers. I accept the consequences.” Begging to the dark sky that he’d let you make your decision, you grabbed his face back. “You’re alive. And you’re you. That’s all that matters to me.”

Time slows while Eddie takes in your words, and when he nods slowly, you feel the movement in your hands. It pulls a relieved sigh from you.

Eddie opens his eyes which you hadn’t noticed he closed, and the hands on your face hold tighter.

“Should we go back to your house?” his voice sounds deeper. “If I kiss you here, I won’t stop.”

The offer posed as a fact makes your whole body tremble, and you hear a low rumble coming from him again as he feels it.

Something tells you this is not about Eddie caring whether the first place you two will do this is a nice one or not—something pulls your chests together, harder than gravity.

You let your hands card through his hair and meet at the back, surrounding his neck by your arms, pulling yourself closer to his face.

There’s time for him to back away.

Instead, Eddie give your piercing gaze one last smile before he dives, kissing you harshly, drowning the boat of you in the sound of your heartbeats.

Your mouths move on one another with a familiarity that makes you feel on fire.

It’s worse than that one time during Seven Minutes of Heaven—it’s so much worse than the fateful day you discovered Eddie Munson was the one person to truly make you understand all the books and movies, and that feeling resonating in every cell in your body.

This Eddie knew how to kiss in ways that Eddie probably only dreamed of.

He accepts all of your enthusiasm, your hands moving through his hair in a messy desperation, he takes the weight of your body being thrown against him with grace, opening his mouth for your tongue as he offers you his.

Eddie walks both of you until you’re pressed against the nearest tree and hoists you up by the waist as if you weight nothing—something you know to be a lie. When your legs wrap around his waist, he gives a delighted, happy hum against your lips.

You only pull back for a lung full of air before kissing him again, pouring all the yearning, the pain, the aching desire, the need—all of it goes to your tongue and your fingertips as you intertwine the first on his tongue and the second is ran through every inch of skin it can find.

All you can feel is him, overpowering every sense of yours.

The way he kisses you deeply, with languid and slow strokes of his tongue, it makes your toes curl inside your shoes.

It tightens your legs around him, the heat pooled in the bottom of your stomach spilling out.

Your panties are soaked by the time Eddie pulls back to run his nose along your jaw, stopping only underneath your ears. There, he takes a deep breath, and you whine.

Where did he learn all of this? He’s holding you up with only one hand around your ass, while the other sneaked underneath your shirt long ago in the kiss, and as Eddie presses kisses, humming against your skin, your mind goes to a thousand different places in only one second.

It’s him who pulls you back.

“Stop thinking,” his voice is rough, and you feel more slick between your folds at how hot it sounds.

“You can read my mind now?”

His scoff is followed by his teeth nipping the skin of your cheek. “Never needed powers for that. I know you.”

You nod at his words. “Tell me you’re not gonna leave, Eds,” you hold his face in your hands again.

The hand underneath your shirt stops running through every inch of your skin. “I can’t leave you.”

A quiet, dry sob rips your chest. “You did.”

“I won’t leave you again, baby.” He seals the promise with his lips on yours, one hand squeezing your waist while the other holds you by the neck. “You took me in. I’ll keep crawling back even if you kick me to a curb at some point. Watch from the shadows to make sure you’re okay.”

You shake your head at that. “Want you close.”

“You have me.”

It sounds a lot like your words said minutes ago.

I’ve always been yours.

This time, the kiss feels a surrender from both sides.

Eddie encourages your movements against him, taking it all as his.

It is.

You want him to taste you, have you, catch you in any way possible.

When you grind your hips down and he’s holding you at the perfect height for your waists to be leveled, you feel the hard outline of his cock pushing against the soft fabric of your sweatpants.

Whines become moans, and Eddie sucks all the sounds from your mouth straight into his.

It takes you only two times of him skiving away from your neck to for you to notice—his eyes, red as blood, look as thirsty as someone deprived of water for days.

It crashes on you—the realization: you want him to know how you taste.

“Eddie—”

He’s too busy sucking bruises on your tits to answer you properly. You moan at the way he pulls your hips down against his.

“Ed—can you—will you bite me?”

He freezes, mouth and hands at the same time. “No.”

“What?! Why?”

He levels your face with his. “Do you want me to kill?” He growls. “I can’t control myself to that point—you’re—I have feelings for you, stupid. My whole body is screaming to you that you’re mine, if I put my teeth in your neck I’m gonna do the stupidest shit I’ve ever done and I’ll never be able to live it down. I’ll kill myself if I kill you, you realize that, don’t you? Why would you—”

His rant is cut short.

You’ve bitten your lip and pulled at the skin, hissing when it leaves a spot raw. The blood must be what catches his eye.

You hope this isn’t enough to break his control.

If he loses it and both of you end up dead, that’d be on you.

“Just a taste,” you whisper. It sounds like a question, one that he’s too frozen to answer at first. “I want you to know how I taste.”

Eddie’s eyes blink away from your mouth to meet yours, and the shaky breath he inhales makes you wish you had clearer thoughts.

There’s no time for those.

Eddie puts his mouth on your bottom lip, closing both of his lips around it and sucking.

It feels so good you moan out loud.

So does he.

Eddie sucks on your lip messily, and then pulls back swallowing thickly.

He closes his eyes then, grip around your wais tightening, and you give him a moment to compose himself.

When he opens his eyes again, the new thing pops its head, and it feels like a welcoming party—the darkness around Eddie almost comes to life.

It’s nothing visible, but you feel it anyway.

It seeps out of him, and envelopes the both of you in it, securing your bodies together as he crashes his mouth against yours.

It’s warm inside his hold.

Everything feels permanent.

The touch of his hand against your skin. When he apologizes with a stifled laughter in your neck before he uses both hands to rip a hole in your sweatpants, and your questioning dies in your throat because Eddie pushes your underwear to the side and presses two fingers between your folds, moaning with no shame at the wetness he finds there.

With your underwear to the side, he starts playing your body like he did his guitar.

I was Sweetheart first, anyway.

Eddie’s fingers feel curious—almost innocently seeking. One dips inside of you, and he smiles at the reaction he gets before he starts pumping the finger in and out, applying pressure against your walls as he curves it just right.

One becomes two, then three, and Eddie watches your face all along, letting you take the kisses whenever you please, smiling like a cat who’s got the prize.

Wicked.

Never before has he looked like this—or at least, not that you’ve seen it.

“Want more,” you cry for him.

“Yeah?” he coos. “You look so good,” he adds, awed and smiling with dimples and his wicked glee.

“Please.”

Eddie’s nothing if not a gentleman.

He takes a second to open his pants with only one hand and pull himself out of his boxers, but when his head is at your entrance, he goes in slowly.

So thick. You’re moaning is almost as lewd as the sweat dripping down your back and temples, and you’re doomed when he puts his lips close to your ears to whisper, “Let me in, sweetheart,” as he grinds his hips in slow and deliberate movements.

Eddie doesn’t have to push inside because you open up to him—the words make your cunt pulse, sucking more of him inside until he’s buried to the hilt, and both of you are panting on each other’s mouths.

If you had any reservations about whether Eddie was truthful or not when saying a part of him desired you, it evaporates with the way he fucks you.

Once he’s secured inside, Eddie’s hands go back to your face and neck, and he starts moving his hips to meet yours with his face open and vulnerable—every time he closes his eyes, Eddie seems to force them open again.

Just like you.

“Wanted this for so—oh—for so long, Ed,” you moan between his thrusts.

Eddie whines, hiding his face on the crook of your neck. He pistons his hip harder, making you go louder, and when his mouth meets the skin of your neck, Eddie’s the one moaning. “All mine,” he growls, burying himself in you over and over again.

It feels too much like a dream, but the bruises forming on your body and the scorching heat where your bodies meet is too real for it to be anything else.

“Yours.”

After years in a limbo where all your feelings had to be in the dark, now they’re home.

Eddie starts crying out as he thrusts are met with your hips bucking down, and you two start mumbling too much on each other’s skin.

Maybe Eddie shouldn’t own you. Maybe it’s wrong to pull the skin of your lips once more and offer it to him, and maybe it’s twisted that Eddie accepts it with a cry and a smile, sucking on your lips before shoving his metallic tongue against yours.

Maybe your moans shouldn’t become one as you both approach your peaks, but Eddie is inside you, and you feel full in ways you can’t begin to comprehend or even wants to.

When you cum, it’s because he closes a hand too tightly around your neck as he hits just the right spot, and it pulls the orgasm out of you—you crash like a wave against rocky shores, shaking violently around him, crying out his name.

You feel the heat spilling inside of you that follows.

Eddie buries his face in your neck for it, crying out to god before starting to whisper your name over and over in a prayer.

Maybe you shouldn’t feel complete now that you’re wrapped in the complicated vines of what his life is;

You have no clue what you’ve gotten yourself into, but—

it’s warm. Eddie’s cloak of darkness feels like a protective spell, or maybe it’s a drowning curse—either way, it’s yours, as much as you are his now.

Neither one of you move for minutes.

All you do is touch your lips, and kiss each other softly countless of times.

Everything’s okay now.

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Eddie Munson:

Eddie, my love || Eddie Munson x witch!reader (In Progress)

After facing the tragedy of losing her lover, y/n goes on the path of getting him back. No matter the consequences. (Future angst, smut, character deaths, violence, and I think that’s it. 18+ only!)

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Chapter 4

When The Heart Beats || Vampire!Eddie x Reader

Summary: Unbeknownst to reader, she makes a deal with the Devil. Someone comes knocking, gently rapping at her window late one night. It’s Eddie, and nothing will ever separate them again. They’re meant to be, evermore. (Warnings: blood, violence, future smut, some angst, regular vampire activities, some religious elements, and death. 18+ only!!) (in progress)

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Perv!boyfriend!Eddie

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1. What did it feel like?

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vampire!eddie munson x fem!afab!reader

Part two is to Just Love Me and Eat.

Your boyfriend Eddie is back from the Upside Down—but he’s different, smut ensues.

This is a rewrite of something I already posted, so if it seems familiar--that's why. I wanted this to be from Eddie's perspective, I still don't think it’s my best work but i've decided to post it!

tw: reader is afab and identifies as a girl, p in v sex, unprotected sex, nipple play, fingering, biting, blood drinking, crying, bad writing, vampirism as a metaphor for love.

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He could hear the wood splinter under his fingers, hardly feeling it as he held himself back. It was like you punched Eddie in the chest, the request leaving him empty and reeling. Before he knew it, you’d tangled a hand in the soft curls at the nape of his neck and pushed him into your throat until his teeth pressed against your skin.

He could hardly remember how he got to the point where he was bent over you, nosing and licking at your throat like a starving man. You kept squirming and whimpering his name, tears running across your temples and into your hairline. He put a hand on your sternum to keep you down, forcing you to be still beneath him. It was like a wolf holding a rabbit to the ground, just waiting to bite. He could tell you were scared and confused, your eyes searching his face for some familiarity.

Eddie’s mouth was watering, the smell of your blood and the sound of your heartbeat overwhelming him with hunger. He didn’t know why his stomach was clenching as he felt the veins in your neck under his lips. He couldn’t stop scraping his teeth on the sensitive skin, so tempted to just sink them into you. The part of his brain that wasn’t running on instinct was alarmed by the idea of it—he’d never even imagined hurting you before.

You figured it out before Eddie did–you always were too damn smart for your own good. When you said you loved him it made his heart ache, his breath faltering for a moment. If only you knew the way he imagined tearing into your neck and sucking up the blood inside of you. 

Then, you begged him to eat. 

“Just love me and eat.” It rang in his mind as Eddie finally sank his teeth into your neck.

The burst of blood in his mouth made him groan, almost drowning out the sound of your pain as he bit into your flesh. His hand left your chest to cradle your cheek, the curve of your face had always fit nicely into the hollow of his hand. Your blood tasted so sweet, warming him from the inside out as he drank from you. He let his mind wander as he sucked at your throat like some overgrown mosquito.

Eddie didn’t know what he would find when he scaled his way up the side of the building to your window that night. Part of him had concocted some scenario where you’d been so broken up by his death that you found some loser to comfort you through it, it made him move even faster. He was shocked by the way he could grip onto the smallest of ledges between the uneven brick siding of your apartment building, under typical circumstances he would’ve had to come through the door like a normal person.

But that’s the thing.

He’s not normal. Not anymore. 

Eddie had no clue how long had passed when he woke up in the dirt in the Upside Down. His body ached, he could feel every bite and scratch and scar from the demobats as he sat up and looked around. The bat carcasses were around him in a wide circle, the sweet and putrid smell of rotting flesh filling his nose as he slowly made his way to his feet. The sky was an eerie red, but the rest of his surroundings were still. 

That was the first time he felt the burning pain of his newly discovered hunger. He thought he knew what it was like to starve, but this was next level. It made Eddie stumble, the force of it hitting him feeling like a freight train as he clutched at his stomach and throat. 

Crawling out of the Upside Down was climbing out of his own grave. His hands were caked with mud as he opened the way through the gate in the road, it was the first one he could find. Hawkins looked like it had been torn to shreds, huge cracks in the ground and buildings in the town center partially crumbled. It was the middle of the night, he didn’t even see another person out on the sidewalk... it was probably better that way.

Eddie’s only thought was finding you. The image of you sobbing over him in the Upside Down was burned into his eyelids. The thought that you might have left Hawkins occurred to him when he was tapping on your window with a gaudy costume ring. But the curtain was the same, the purple one you made him hang up because you didn’t like the blinds.

When you snapped the curtain aside he didn’t know what to expect. It certainly wasn’t the broken version of who you once were, dark circles and tangled hair and sallow skin. You were wearing his extra Hellfire shirt, the one he hadn’t cut the sleeves off of—Wayne must have given it to you.

The thud of your hand hitting the floor woke him from his stupor, making him reluctantly pull away from your throat. Your fingers were relaxed, splayed open like there was no energy left inside you. Eddie couldn’t help licking long stripes across the wound, his tongue warm and wet as he lapped at the remaining blood. 

He sat back on his heels, taking in the way you were practically boneless against the wood floor. Your eyes were almost crossed as you looked up at him. Prey looking at the predator. You were devoid of color in your skin, slowly blinking and so weak you could hardly lift your hand. Did he really do this to you?

“C’mon, baby,” he whispered, picking you up off the floor to bring to your bed. He was careful to be gentle with you, his gaze focused on the wound on your neck as your head lolled to one side like there were no bones in your body. Worry struck him like lightning, the only thing keeping him calm was that he could actually hear your pulse. 

Eddie situated you on the bed, tucking you in and taking off his shoes and dirt-covered clothes as he slid in behind you. He sighed as he sunk into your mattress, pulling your back to his chest. He choked back a sob, pressing his face into your hair and inhaling the faint lemon scent of your shampoo. 

Your panic was obvious to him, the way you fought falling asleep as though a nightmare was waiting for you on the other side. It made him placate you with whispered promises and quiet words until you fell asleep in his arms. Just like you used to before. 

His hand left your waist to touch his own chin, your blood smeared on his fingertips. The idea of wasting any of your blood made panic unfurl in his chest, his fingers wiping as much of the drying blood into his mouth before he messily slicked his own tongue across his cheeks and chin like a toddler with remnants of chocolate ice cream. 

In the darkness of your bedroom, Eddie found himself wide awake next to you. Normally at this time of night he wouldn’t be able to see a thing, but now everything was so clear to him it practically could be noon. Your heartbeat was so loud to him, he could hear your blood pushing through your veins with every thump.

He got out of bed, his head practically vibrating as he tried to forget about the taste of your blood. Eddie left your room, leaving the door cracked behind him as he stepped into the small living room and kitchen of your one bedroom apartment. It felt like his throat was closing up, the room tilting dangerously as he leaned against the wall.

The only other time he had a panic attack was when his dad left, and it was nothing like this. He pressed his dirty hands to his eyes, shaking as he tried to catch his breath. Ever since he woke up in the Upside Down he knew something was wrong, but he’d never guessed it could be this bad. 

“You need to pull yourself together, Munson,” he muttered. His shaking hands moved to fist in his curly hair, the strands still caked with drying mud from his crawl. “You’ve played too much fucking Dungeons and Dragons.”

The word vampire kept coming up in his thoughts. His fingers moved to feel the fangs in his mouth, pinching the elongated teeth and trying to wiggle them loose. Maybe it was all a bad dream, and if he could just pull the fangs off he would wake up in a world where he couldn’t describe the sensation of your warm, sweet blood sliding down his throat. 

The fact that there is a world where he knows the taste of your blood is a cruel joke.

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He could hear the moment you woke up, your breathing changing from the slow cadence to something sporadic. The bed creaked as you rolled over on it, he knew you were feeling his side to see if you had dreamed it all. 

The door to the bedroom was still cracked open as he walked in—his steps were silent now. He’d decided to shower, cleaning the blood and mud off of his body under the warm spray of water. Your lemon scented shampoo and conditioner were the only things available, leaving his hair smelling like what he imagined a Herbal Essence commercial would.

You were about to cry, he could tell by the way the muscles in your abdomen were bunched up and the shaking hand pressed to your forehead. The way your eyes squinted made his heart break, sending him to your side. His hands found your shoulders as he sat down on the bed behind you, working his thumbs into your tense muscles.

“Baby, it’s okay.” His voice was soft, his fingertips pressing against the soft fabric of the Hellfire shirt you wore. You were trembling, a dismayed sob escaping you. He maneuvered so you were sitting between his legs, one of his arms curling around your waist. “I’m here.” 

The sigh you let out was thick and wet, making his heart lurch in his chest. You twisted so you could look at him, watery gaze taking in the way his hair hung in wet curls around his face. “I thought I imagined it,” you whispered, leaning back against his chest. He’d changed into some of the pajamas you kept in your dresser for nights he slept over, finally getting rid of the acrid smell of the Upside Down.

Eddie shook his head, pressing his nose against your hair and taking a deep breath. You smelled like your shampoo and your detergent and the remnants of the nice perfume you’d probably worn at his funeral–you only put it on for special occasions. Under all of that he could smell your blood and sweat and something so human that it made him salivate. 

The last time you sat like this was on his bed in Wayne’s trailer… did Wayne even live there anymore? He realized with a start that he had no clue. “It’s real, I’m here,” he muttered, one hand skimming down your arm as he tried to ground himself to this moment. Your hand was cradled in the curve of his palm, his calloused fingers skimmed the backs of your knuckles before slotting between yours.

“Eddie, you’re freezing,” you whispered. He hadn’t noticed, thinking that you had a fever or something. You twisted in his arms to press a hand against his neck, your palm feeling like a glove warmer against his skin.

Your eyes searched his, brows bunched up with concern. “You don’t feel cold?” you asked, smoothing some of his wet curls behind his ear. They were starting to dry, a familiar frizz emerging on his bangs. He found himself leaning into your touch. 

Eddie shook his head, not sure how to answer. How could he tell you that you felt all too warm to him? You twisted further, placing the backs of your thighs on top of his quads so you could face him. He wore a black sweater you bought him last November, the thick knit feeling inviting after having to literally claw his way out of his own grave. The edge of a scar peaked out of the collar, jagged and so white it was almost shiny. He’d considered trying to steal some of your makeup to cover it. 

You leaned over precariously to rifle through your nightstand drawer, throwing your center of gravity off. He held the outsides of your thighs to keep you steady, the last thing he wanted was you tumbling away from him. There was a thermometer stashed in there when you and Eddie caught the flu last October. He could hear the glass instrument rolling around with the other things you’d accumulated before you even found it. 

The triumphant smile you had when you found the thermometer made his own lips quirk up in kind. Eddie let you put it under his tongue, going cross eyed as he watched the red stripe of mercury creep up the tick marks. 

Your hands fussed over him as you waited, twisting unruly curls around your fingers and picking at loose strings at the hem of the sweater. He was pliant under your touch. His body ached for your affection, the last time you took care of him feeling like an all too distant memory. 

After a few moments the mercury finally stopped moving, Eddie pulling it out of his mouth for you to read out. You held it close to your eyes and squinted to read the tick marks. “Eighty-seven,” you muttered, sounding flabbergasted. You pressed a warm hand to his forehead, as if you were trying to prove the thermometer wrong. “You should be like, in hypothermic shock or something.”

“I’m okay,” Eddie insisted, mumbling as he spoke. His full lips were tugged into a gentle pout, his typically ever-present smile gone. “You don’t gotta worry about me.” 

He spoke without opening his mouth too much, an attempt to hide his teeth from your view. The sight had horrified him when he looked in the mirror earlier—even though he halfway expected to not be able to see himself at all. Nevertheless, he had shiny, white fangs where his canines and incisors used to be. They gleamed dangerously in the fluorescent light of your bathroom.

You caught on to his mumbling quickly. There was a moment of hesitation before you gently pulled back his top lip with your thumb. Eddie couldn’t help but wince as you revealed his teeth. You paused, your eyes wide as you took it in. The soft pad of your fingertip pressed against the incisor on his right side, a gasp rising from you as it sliced through the flesh. 

Eddie cleared his throat, his eyes sliding closed for a moment as your finger bled. It smelled delicious, the tang of iron filling his nose as he tried not to breathe in too deep. The urge to sink his teeth into you filled him, saliva coating the inside of his mouth as he swallowed thickly. You were saying something, but he could hardly hear it over the sound of blood pumping in your veins. The steady thump of your heart was all he could focus on.

Succumbing to the weakness, he grabbed your wrist with one hand and sucked your pointer finger into his mouth. His eyes practically rolled back in his head as his tongue laved over your fingertip, not wasting a drop of blood. It took everything in his body to not bite you. 

When Eddie’s eyes fluttered open, he noticed you were frozen in place. Your plump lips were parted, your eyes as wide as dinner plates. Shame curled in his gut, making him let your wrist go. He was a monster, through and through, something from all the manuals he had on a shelf in his room.

You pulled your hand back quickly, your finger shining with his saliva. “What are you, Eddie?” you finally asked, your voice a whisper. 

His gut wrenched at the question, brows furrowing and expression dropping. There was hesitation in his movements as his hands skated over your sides, the touches feather-light. Fear rattled in him as he felt you. The memory of last night still haunted him, the sound of your shallow breaths and the way you went limp on the floor were things he couldn’t scrub from his mind. 

You asked something. “Dunno, baby,” Eddie choked out, defeated. 

Still, the word he prayed didn’t apply rattled around in his head: vampire, vampire, vampire.

He looked back up at you, his fangs just barely poking out onto his bottom lip as he did. The salty taste of your blood still lingered on his tongue, reminding him that he wasn’t human anymore. Then his gaze followed the curve of your jaw and slope of your neck to the hellish wound he’d left behind last night. He grimaced, crestfallen that he was able to hurt you so much.

The attention made you reach for it, your fingertips skirting along the edges of the scabbed-over wound. It was in the shape of a perfect bite mark.

“I almost killed you last night,” Eddie said, his grip momentarily tightening on your hips. He was staring at the bite, thinking about how much of a monster he was to be able to do that to you. You were his sweet girlfriend, someone willing to do anything for him, and he was able to hurt you like that.

“I’m okay,” you assured him, reaching forward to smooth your thumb along his cheekbone. The gentle touch startled him, making him flinch away from it. His head smacked into the headboard behind him, but he hardly even registered it.

Things like that were supposed to hurt, but now they were nothing.

He took in a sharp breath, his eyes flickering over your gaze and back to your neck. “Baby, look at your neck and then tell me you’re okay,” Eddie said, on the edge of tears. 

Ever stubborn, you huffed and clumsily stood up with his hand as stabilizers on your hips. You twisted to look at yourself in the floor-length mirror mounted on your wall, Eddie’s brown eyes looking over your shoulder. The wound on your neck was gnarly, the bite mark looking more like that of an animal than a man. You gently traced it with your fingertips, wincing as you pressed a few tender spots on your neck. 

He felt liked all the air had been sucked out of the room, waiting for you to scream and run from him. Or to make him leave. Anything. Every second of silence was stealing his breath and his peace.

“It’ll heal,” you said flippantly, staring at him in the reflection of the mirror. There was a stubborn set to your jaw, your gaze hard. You didn’t leave room for him to argue. 

You turned to face him again, crawling back onto your bed on your hands and knees and slotting yourself against his side. It was hard to not lock up as you pressed yourself close, acting as though he wasn’t a monster. 

He put an arm around you slowly, his jaw tight as his thumb stroked up and down the curve of your waist. He swallowed thickly, trying to blink away the tears as he took deep breaths. 

There was a pit in his stomach. “I think I’m dangerous now,” Eddie muttered, staring straight ahead at himself in the mirror before his eyes twisted up to look at the popcorn ceiling. Before everything, he would’ve bet his entire life on the fact that he would never hurt you, but now he already had.

“Eds, you’re not dangerous,” you whispered, your fingers hooking over the side of his jaw and attempting to turn him to look down at you. He was stronger than he used to be, he didn’t budge an inch. 

“Eddie,” you said, your voice more insistent. You were stubborn at the worst of times. He tilted his head down to look at you, trying to tamp down the distress that was starting to make him hyperventilate.  

You sat up slightly, pressing yourself as close to him as he would allow. “I can’t lose you again.”

I won’t make it. The words were left unspoken between you two.

Eddie sighed, his long fingers twisting into your hair at the nape of your neck. There was a feeling of defeat sinking in his chest, a realization that despite the fact that he wanted to run so you’d be safe from him: he felt the same way. “I know, baby,” he finally murmured, his voice soft and low as he stooped to nudge his temple against your forehead. 

The embrace turned tearful, your shoulders starting to shake as you crumbled into sobs. How many times have you cried over him? Eddie didn’t want another second of your life to be spent crying–especially not on his behalf. He shushed you gently, combing his fingers through your hair in a misguided attempt to console you. 

Comfort didn’t seem to be what you were looking for.

Before he could process what you were doing, you’d leaned forward to press your lips against his. Your mouth was so hot it almost felt like a brand against his skin, your soft lips moulding to his. The memory of your last kiss surfaced, just a quick stamp of his mouth on yours before he went off with Dustin. He was sure that you’d been thinking about it every day, about how insignificant you treated something so monumental as a last kiss.

This was a do-over.

He stiffened before finally reciprocating, a soft whimper squeezing from his throat as his hand curled around the back of your neck. He could taste the salt of your tears against his tongue, your lips parted against his. 

You were taking more control than you usually liked to, hitching a leg over his lap and settling your weight on him. Eddie groaned, his fingers digging into the fat of your thighs as you straddled him again. He always loved how soft you were, the smooth skin of your thighs feeling like silk. 

You didn’t stop crying, just letting the tears roll down your face as your hands twisted into the sweater he was wearing. Despite wanting to pull you closer, his hands remained motionless on the outsides of your thighs. There was a part of him that was so scared that he would leave hand-shaped bruises on you if he made a single move. 

Then you ground your hips against his, pulling a ragged groan from his throat.

His head spun for a moment, buffering as he tried to make sense of things. Acting on instinct, his hips bucked up to meet yours, chasing the sensation of you against his already half-hard cock. The hand on your neck moved, his calloused fingertips brushing against the bite mark. He almost recoiled.

“Baby… I’ll hurt you…” Eddie insisted between kisses, but he couldn’t pull away. He was at war with himself, too scared to hurt you but too scared to let you go. 

It would be the right thing to do, letting you go. Leaving and letting you focus on finding someone who was good for you. Someone who wasn’t branded the town freak and a suspected murderer. Someone human, who didn’t want to suck every drop of blood from your veins.

But Eddie had always been selfish. 

He gently pulled you closer to him, giving in. “You won’t,” you mumbled, looking up at him through your eyelashes. They were clumped together by your tears, framing your eyes with glittering droplets in the diffused morning light. 

Fuck. You were so pretty.

He didn’t answer, there weren’t words that could do his thoughts justice so he settled on pulling you in for another soft kiss. Your fingers brought him closer by the threads of his sweater and your knees squeezed the sides of his narrow waist. Your bed creaked slightly as you moved further into his lap, shimmying your hips. 

Eddie let out a soft sigh, trying to stay level-headed as you ground against the bulge in his pajama pants. The Hellfire shirt you were wearing was soft as his hand slid beneath it, the scent of his Marlboros and weed still barely clung to the fabric.

The gnawing craving for a smoke was gone. But, like any addiction, he exchanged one craving for another. 

There was hesitation blooming in his chest as his blunt nails slowly traveled up the soft swell of your belly, eventually ghosting on the underside of your breast. You still felt so damn soft. Part of him worried that if he pressed too hard you would break under his fingers.

“Please, Eddie,” you whispered, your voice sounding wrecked. He could hear the desperation in your tone, your wide eyes pleading as you tearfully begged him. The thin cotton of your panties and his pajama pants barely served as a barrier as you canted your hips against his, making the two of you moan softly.

He nodded, acquiescing to you like he always did. The hand under your shirt palmed at your left tit, thumb teasing the bud of your nipple into hardness as he looked at you with wide, brown eyes. A quiet moan pulled itself from your throat as you pressed your forehead against the curve of the bridge of his nose, the sound of your pleasure making his other hand follow suit.

Eddie huffed softly, kissing the tip of your nose as he kneaded your breasts in his hands. Your brows furrowed, your mouth dropping open as your eyes squeezed shut. He wished he had a picture of you like this, desperate and needy in all his favorite ways. 

It was easier to swallow his hunger, basking in the glow of your pleasure as though it was his own. His hands stayed where they were, teasing your sensitive nipples as he peppered kisses on your face. It was enough to make your cotton panties soaked and sticky, he could actually smell your arousal before he could feel the wet spot on his pants.

“Eddie.” The way you panted his name against his lips was sinful, desperation dripping from your voice. It nearly broke him to hear you so desperate. Eddie could feel himself pushing his concern aside for a moment, rising to the occasion to meet whatever challenge you presented him. He just wanted you in every sense of the word.

“I hear ya,” he muttered, a hand moving down to cup your sex through the thin cotton. You mewled, canting your hips forward to grind down on his fingers. His eyes nearly rolled back in his head from the way you were soaking his hand through the fabric.

You fumbled with the waistband of Eddie’s pajama pants in a frantic effort to rid him of them. Eddie let you struggle for a moment, wondering how stubborn you would be. You didn’t give up, fruitlessly yanking at the elastic waistband of the red and black checkered pants and snapping it against his stomach. Taking pity on you, he lifted his hips enough for you to yank them down around his thighs. 

He tensed, his brown eyes swirling up to look at the ceiling. Eddie didn’t want to see the way you looked at him, looked at the scars the demobats had left behind. Scars covered the milky skin of his thighs and lower belly, leaving some patches shiny and devoid of the dark, curly hairs that covered the rest of his legs. 

But, he looked up to see you gaping, open-mouthed at the sight of his cock. 

You always told him it was a pretty dick, something Eddie vehemently denied. But then he watched your stare; the way you licked your lips as your eyes dragged up and down the length of it. He could feel himself blushing, his cheeks flushing a faint pink. 

Your hand was so warm when it wrapped around the base of him, your other hand cupping his balls gently. Eddie moaned all the same, his eyes scrunching closed and his forehead landing in the curve of your neck. He didn’t remember being that sensitive, every touch feeling like lightning up his spine. 

You smiled, you’d always been proud of your ability to make him crumble. His hand twitched against your sex, the heel of his palm grinding against your clit through your underwear in a clumsy attempt to reciprocate. Everything was cloudy, his mind struggling to find something to focus on.

Then you spit in your hand, returning it to slowly stroke up and down his shaft. The slick squelch of your saliva and his precome against your palm filled the quiet room, his instincts suddenly snapping into place. 

It was a jumble of limbs and haphazardly pulled aside clothing, moans and grunts and sighs filling your room. The seams of your panties stretched, some of the threads snapping as Eddie hastily pulled them to one side to run his fingers up and down the wet seam of your cunt. He let out a sound like he’d been punched in the stomach, wetness completely soaking his digits. 

He still had the good sense to go slow, pressing one finger into your tight, hot heat. You squeezed the digit without mercy, almost feeling like you were going to take it clean off his hand.

“Eddie, need your cock,” you breathed, looking at him with wide, pleading eyes and a soft pout. You knew that look would get you anything you wanted.

He cracked a smile, his fangs poking out and brushing against his lower lip. “Yeah baby? I’ll give it to ya,” Eddie whispered, a familiar smirk settling on his features as he let himself focus on something he was good at: making you feel good. He couldn’t deny you anything, not when you asked so sweetly.

He placed his hands on your soft hips, lifting you up with ease. It was almost like you weighed nothing, your body jolting forward as he lifted you too fast. Your hands braced on his shoulders to steady yourself, a soft snort escaping you. Eddie had always been strong, but never strong enough to handle you like you were nothing more than a doll. 

You reached down and guided his cock to your entrance, your brows pinched together and your eyes cast down to Eddie’s lap. The two of you moaned in unison as you slowly lowered onto him. Fuck, you were tight. He grit his teeth in an attempt to keep his composure, the feeling of you around his cock making his head spin. The head of his cock was pressed against your cervix as your pussy fluttered around him, the two of you panting as you settled. 

His breaths were shallow, he pressed kisses against you wherever he could as you breathed each other’s air. 

It didn’t take long for you to adjust, your hips rocking against his as you placed your hands on his shoulders for leverage. He loved watching you take what you wanted, looking up at you through his thick lashes as you rode him. Eddie started to roll his hips up to meet you, each thrust of his coaxing soft ohs out of the recesses of your throat. 

He helped you move, his hands anchored against your waist beneath the shirt you still wore. You both were so desperate that you hadn’t even bothered to undress, the gusset of your panties digging into one of the cheeks of your ass and his pants caught around his thighs. Eddie’s lips were parted, his breaths harsh. Your bed squeaked with each movement, the sound combining nicely with the smacking of your ass against Eddie’s thighs and your moans. 

“Missed you so much,” you gasped, pulling his attention from the way your breasts bounced under the Hellfire shirt. Your hands fisted in the sweater he wore, your forehead knocking against his as you leaned in close. 

“Me too,” he answered, one hand finding its way up your shirt to toy with your nipples again. The shirt had to stretch over the backs of his knuckles, exposing perfect outlines of the shape of his hands through the white fabric. He sucked his lower lip into his mouth, his fangs pressing harshly against it. 

It was getting hard to think right. His wires were crossed, the pound of your heart sounding so loud. Eddie’s throat burned, making him swallow thickly as lust and hunger crossed. He wanted to consume every part of you, crack your ribs open and drink you whole. You’d be stuck with him that way, a part of him always.

If you noticed anything, you didn’t mention it to him. Your legs quivered, reminding him to grab your hips and assist you with his arms. Your hand fisted in the back of his hair, pulling his mouth toward one of the thick arteries running across your neck on the opposite side of last night. 

The smell was heavenly, rust mixing with your arousal and sweat. He pressed his nose on the vein beneath your skin, inhaling deeply as his eyes squeezed shut.

It was taking everything for him to not sink his teeth into you. Each thrust made him feel more feral, the muscles in his abdomen knitting together as he got closer and closer finishing. He could feel that you were close, too, your gummy cunt squeezing around him and sucking him in deeper every time your skin slapped together. 

“Eat, Eddie,” you said between moans, rousing him from his thoughts to realize he had been placing open-mouthed kisses on top of the vein. It was so tantalizing, listening to the way your heart was beating in your ribcage. He couldn’t believe how long he went without hearing that sound.

Your thighs were quivering with exertion, your fingers digging into his shoulders as you continued to lift yourself up and down. He took over for your failing legs, moving you on top of him so he could better press against the spongy spot on the front wall of your cunt. Your eyes rolled a bit, your breath almost stopping in your throat at the new sensation.

Then you lurched toward him, whining and gasping his name as you came around him. Your cunt squeezed so tight, pulsing hotly around his cock in a way that made him see stars. You crushed Eddie’s mouth to your neck, your muscles locking up and leaving you to his mercy. 

He kept you moving, thrusting up into you and groaning as he worked himself to his finish. His jaw was clenched so tight he was worried his molars would crack under the pressure, anything to keep him from accidentally squeezing you too hard with his hands.

The world faded away, just the sound of your heartbeat and your whimpers and the wet squelching of his cock plunging into you overwhelming his senses. His cock kicked inside of you, a clumsy mumble of your name and he felt like he was dying all over again. 

But in the good way this time.

Eddie grunted as the first rope of come painted the inside of you, canting forward to press your spine into the mattress as he ground his hips against you. His teeth broke the delicate skin on your neck, making a matching bite to the one on your left side. The taste of iron on his tongue made him groan against you, his cock still buried to the hilt inside you as come dripped around the seal of your pussy. 

He’d never experienced euphoria like this, ascending to heaven momentarily before coming crashing back to earth as he drank his fill. Nothing had ever tasted as good as your blood did, satisfying a hunger he could never begin to describe to you.

Eddie paid more attention this time, feeling it when your limbs started to go slack around him. He pulled away far before you passed out. His tongue laved greedily at the bite mark, desperate to consume every drop of blood without wasting it. 

He could feel the flush of blood in his cheeks as he pulled back, the lack of control that nearly took over pushed away by your blood pumping through his veins finally sating him.

Or at least he assumed that’s how it all worked. 

Blood was smeared on his lips and down his chin, just as messy as the first time. To his surprise, you dragged your thumb through the crimson stains, pressing the digit into his mouth. Eddie moaned, his eyes sliding shut as he sucked it clean, careful not to catch you with his fangs. You repeated the motion, lovingly scooping as much of your blood into his mouth that you could. 

“I love you,” you whispered, wiggling into a comfortable position beneath him. Your thighs squeezed at his sides, most of you occupied with still bringing the remainder of your blood to his waiting mouth. Your voice was breathy, the softness of your tone made his heart ache. Last night, he thought you would never forgive him. 

“I love you too,” he said, yawning. Exhaustion was finally catching up to him despite the sunlight on the other side of your curtain. He hadn’t found peace last night, guilt consuming his every thought as you dozed.

It was his turn to pass out, part of his weight collapsing on his forearm as a grogginess overtook him with a force he could hardly resist. He barely managed to pull out with a soft moan, collapsing partially onto your body and pressing you to the mattress beneath him.

You didn’t scold him, just clicking your tongue softly against your teeth as you adjusted the gusset of your panties to cover the mess he made of your pussy and carefully pulling up his pants. “Go to sleep, Eddie,” you whispered, running your fingers through his hair.

His vision was getting blurry, the slow blinks of his eyes getting longer each time. The last thing he heard was the steady thump of your heart, the beat of it lulling him to sleep.

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My Boyfriend is a Monster

a/n: based on a blurb I wrote about Eddie having a monster transformation. This takes place after you have witnessed it. Have a happy Halloween!

word count: 1.5k

Contents: monster vampire!eddie, majority fluff, you getting to know your monster boyfriend, he’s ashamed but you love him anyway, he tries to scare you.

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Your boyfriend is a monster. You saw him shed his skin, break his bones, and bear his fang-like teeth at you. He could jump high and could fly with large flesh-like wings.

After you witnessed that you had to drive yourself home and sit with the images in your mind. You didn’t get any sleep that night. You wanted to talk to Eddie.

For the next few days, you wait and hope Eddie would come for his van. But the longer you wait the more you lose hope. His van stays sitting in front of your house.

It gets late and it’s the final night that you were holding on to hope. He probably skipped town by now. You set his keys on the end table and head to your room to get ready for bed. 

As you do, you hear a knocking on your window. You nearly jump out of your skin before looking out the window. There was a dark shadow just outside, hiding from the light. But you knew it was Eddie, you could see his hair and the silhouette of his face as he tried to avoid the light. 

You open the window and the light floods outside. Eddie steps backward but the light catches his face. It’s covered in blood and his clothes were tattered and his shoes were missing. “Eddie, hi, how are you doing?”

“Is that seriously the first question you want to ask?” He scoffs.

“It’s one of many,” You purse your lips, “Do you want to come in?”

He nods and jumps through your window. “I didn’t come to the door. Didn’t want your neighbors to see me like this.” He motions to his body. His pants were shredded and you didn’t even consider his shirt a shirt anymore. The blood on his face was dried. You reach up to touch it but he flinches away and then sighs, “Sorry force of habit. I don’t want you to get too close.”

“I want to. I’m worried about you.” You say.

“Are you worried about me? Or the people I hurt?”

“You, Eddie. You recognized me, so I know you have control. You didn’t hurt me.”

“I could have.”

“But you didn’t.”

“I scared you though.” He looks at you and you see a glint of red in his eyes. “I’m sorry.” He blinks away the glow and sits on the bed.

“I will accept your apology if you let me help you clean up.” He chuckles then nods, grabs your hand, and follows you into the bathroom.

You sit him down on the lid of the toilet and grab a washcloth for him to use. You run it under cool water and begin to wipe gently.

“You’re not asking questions,” Eddie says as he watches you.

“Okay,” You tilt your head, “What do you expect me to ask?”

“Am I a monster?” Eddie whispers.

“Isn’t that too obvious? I saw you transform right in front of my eyes. How about... What kind of monster are you? You look like a bat.”

He smiles, “Close, I’m a vampire.” That made a lot of sense. He was sensitive to sunlight, and always wore sunglasses. He would pick at his food or eat something small, and he was surprisingly strong, “It’s different from the ones from the movies.”

“Does that mean you eat people?” You start the water for a bath.

“I... I do.” He sighs, “Only when I’m starving and lose control. I typically steal from hospitals.”

“Did you lose control this time?” You ask as you remove his clothes.

He gets into the warm water, “I hadn’t eaten in a while.” He murmurs, “I was putting off eating 'cause we were hanging out.”

You laugh and wash the dirt off his body, “You didn’t have to do that. You should have eaten a little.”

“I was having too much fun with you. I almost forgot that I was... this.”

You kiss his cheek, “Let me grab some clothes for you.” You leave the bathroom and pick out some clothes that he had left behind many times he had slept over before. You come back and set them on the sink, “Here you go.”

You then get ready yourself with your back facing the bathroom door. When you spin on your heels and bump right into Eddie’s chest. “All clean.” You smile up at him. He doesn’t return the smile and just stares down at you darkly. “Is something wrong?”

“Are you still scared of me?” He takes a step forward.

You shake your head, “N-no?”

“You’re lying I hear your heartbeat.” He towers over you and your breath hitches. You put your hand on his chest and try to stop him from moving forward. He grabs your hand and holds it up to his mouth.

“Eddie,” You laugh nervously, surely he was joking, “Knock it off.” His teeth begin to grow and he pulls your hand closer.

“Eddie!” You pull your hand away, “I am not scared of you, and I don’t know why you’re acting like this.”

“Maybe you should be.” You see him grow in size.

“Well, I’m not. You’re trying to scare me and push me away. And it’s not working, so stop it.” You swat your hand at his arm.

Eddie pouts and shrinks back down to his normal size, “I just don’t want to get you hurt,”

“You’re not going to,” You huff, “I’ll prove it.” You push him onto the bed and straddle him which catches him off guard. You then stick your fingers into his mouth, “Bite me, go ahead, do it! Rip my fingers off.”

Saliva pools in his mouth as his jaw locks with his mouth open. His eyes begin to water as he looks at you pleadingly. His teeth rest on your fingers but he does not let them sink in. He whimpers and digs his fingers into the sheets.

“Do it, Eddie. Go ahead.” You say through clenched teeth. He shakes his head. “Oh? That’s what I thought.” You pull your fingers away and squish his cheeks and kiss him gently. “I know you won’t hurt me because you love me.”

“I do love you.” He sniffles then grabs your hand and kisses your fingers, “I love you so much.”

“So you’re not going to push me away anymore right?” You lace your fingers with his and lay down next to him.

“No, I won’t.” He smiles.

You kiss him again, “Good. Now, more questions; does it hurt when you transform.”

He shakes his head, “Only when I try to stop it. If my muscle are all tense it feels like they are tearing.”

“Ew.” You giggle, “That’s pretty cool. How did you get turned.”

Eddie licks his lips, “You remember my hometown.”

“Yeah, ‘you’ll never find it on any map.’“ You say in his voice.

“Well, the reason behind it is because there is a dimension of monsters underneath it. I was eaten alive by fleshy bats.”

You cover your mouth in shock, “You died?”

He nods with a sigh, “I died. But then a day later, I woke up there and crawled out never looking back. And then I started to get hungry but nothing I ate satisfied me. So I transformed for the first time. It was excruciating but after I ate... I turned back to normal. More than normal actually. My wounds were healed, my hair no longer had heat damage, and I was healthier.” He says, “Though there are the downsides, I can’t get drunk, or high. I can’t get hurt though.” He looks over at you, “I also don’t need sleep anymore.”

“Wait a minute, does that mean when we sleep together, you are just watching me?”

Eddie sucks his teeth, “Yes? Not in a creepy way. I pretend to sleep at least the first hour or two.”

“Wow,” You start to laugh, “That’s funny to imagine actually.”

“I know I was weird about this before but I’m really happy you’re okay with this.”

“I really am. Seeing you transform was scary but I knew it was still you. I am okay with it because I love you.”

That’s what Eddie needed to hear. It was the reason he was so afraid to return to Hawkins in fear of hurting his friends. And to have you, the one he loved, stay with him as he was, is all he needed.

“Could you transform now?” You ask, “You don’t have to, of course, I just want to see it again.”

Eddie nods and gets out of bed. He takes a few deep breaths, “It’ll be less scary, promise.” He winks before lurching forward. His bones snap and his body begins to tear at itself. His ears stretch and his teeth extend.

Once it’s over he rolls his shoulders and looks back at you. You smile in awe and hold out your hand to him. He rests his head on your head and then crawls into your bed. His eyes glowed intensely, staring into yours.

“Your eyes are so pretty.” You kiss his forehead. Eddie purs before grabbing you and pulling you into his chest. You could feel his bones in his back. His nails drag up and down your body. The sensation lulling you to sleep.

Sure, your boyfriend is a monster. But he’s your monster to whom you love dearly. And so what if he ate people, he was currently purring like a cat and rubbing your back to put you to sleep. He is still very much your boyfriend.

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you’re going limp in vampire!eddie’s arms, completely baring your neck to him as he feeds from you, pounding into you. your nails fall from his shoulder and land flat on the mattress as his own are piercing your back, spilling more blood.

you can feel his teeth working and his mouth sucking on the delicate skin of your neck. you can also feel yourself getting weaker and your heartbeat slowing. you struggle to exhale, the vibrations of the weak sound wiggled by eddie’s sharp fangs.

he lets up, licking up the blood that trickled from the two puncture wounds and around the indents of his other teeth. “my pretty little blood bag.”

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[inourtownofhawkins]

𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗, 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖎𝖛 (𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊)

Summary: Hawkins, Indiana, 1986. A dead end town where nothing happens. One night, Eddie Munson goes missing without a trace. He turns up two weeks later on your doorstep, covered in blood and no memory of the last two weeks. When you notice him acting strangely, you follow Eddie into the woods and discover his terrifying secret. But the most terrifying part to you? You can’t bring yourself to stay away from Eddie. Whether you’ve realised you’re in love with him or you’re under his spell, you don’t want to be away from Eddie for a single second and a deadly love affair begins.

Author’s note: Thank you guys so so much for loving this story! I'm so sorry this took forever, writers block is a bitch and I did take a few breaks inbetween.

CW: 18+, swearing, character death, sex references, potential smut in later chapters, vampire!Eddie, blood, scenes that people may find disturbing.

Word count: 4.2k

Tagging: @unfocused81 and @themarvelous-mrsmunson

Any hate will not be tolerated, constructive criticism is welcomed.

In the morning, Eddie called you and the pair of you talked on the phone for hours about anything and everything. You got the sense he needed something mundane and anything that was from before his life changed forever, while he could always talk to the other Hellfire members, he could never tell them the truth of what had become of him.

It was dangerous for even you to know and to remain in his life, let alone let anyone else in. He knew he could trust you with his secret, and you would take it to the grave if you needed to.

“Do you have work today?” he asked, his voice a little muffled from an obvious cigarette in his mouth. Seems becoming an immortal being that relied on human blood to survive didn’t stop his smoking habit.

You leaned back in your chair, looking over at the calendar on the wall that had all of your schedules written down. “Yup, I have a dinner shift. Why?”

“I wanna take you.”

Your eyes widened at his words, sitting back up straight in your chair as you almost dropped the phone. “Oh, no, no that’s okay, I can walk-”

He chuckled darkly on the other side, blowing out a puff of smoke. “Sweetheart, I’m not asking you. I’m telling you. What time should I pick you up?”

You went silent for a few moments, thinking how long it would take for him to drive you to the diner. “Three thirty should be fine, if that’s okay with you?”

You could tell he was smiling, even through the phone, you could hear it in his voice. “Of course that’s okay with me. I’ll see you then.”

Then he hung up, with you putting the phone down onto the receiver. You stared at the phone for a little while, your fingers gently tapping the side of it. Looking at your alarm clock, you knew you only had about an hour before Eddie would arrive to pick you up but thankfully you just needed to change.

It felt strange to have Eddie going out of his way to do things for you; spending hours on the phone with you on a Saturday, offering to drive you to work and God knows what else he has planned to do too. Usually, you found when people went out of their way to do nice things for you, they wanted something in return and would guilt trip you into doing it even if you didn’t want to.

Somehow, you could tell Eddie genuinely wanted to do nice things for you and expected nothing in return, even though you were going to repay him at some point in the future. You just weren’t quite sure how you were going to do that just yet.

At three thirty on the dot, you came down in your work uniform, a simple short black dress with white embellishments on the sleeves, collar, and buttons with your usual black combat boots to match. You had your handbag and your jacket over your arm as you walked out to Eddie’s van already parked out front.

After opening the passenger side door, you jumped inside. “You know, you don’t have to take me to work.”

Eddie brushed you off, grabbing your hand and kissing the back of it. “Of course, I do. I gotta make up to being a shitty vampire boyfriend to you.”

“Oh, so you’re my boyfriend now?” you smirked. Eddie’s face dropped a little and he began stuttering a reply before you gently pressed a finger to his lips. “I’m just messing with you, you just never asked to be my boyfriend.”

He smiled softly as he kissed your finger. “So, I have to ask you these things now?”

You nodded, the smirk turning into a wide smile as you dropped your finger, Eddie moving to hold your wrist. “Of course! You’re a gentleman, remember?”

His smile almost looked sad as he brought your hand closer to his lips, it felt like such a lifetime ago to him that he’d said those words to you. He was a different person back then, both figuratively and literally. He tried his best to not mourn his past life, but there were times when he couldn’t hold it back.

The only person he knew he could rely on was you, the now only constant presence in his life. Although he would have to do anything and everything to keep you safe; other vampires were already beginning to grow suspicious.

The rest of the car ride was quiet, with the only sound being the radio. He pulled up to the front of the diner, allowing you to jump out while he parked the van. You gave a wave to the other waitress on shift before placing your belongings into a locker and clocking in.

Over the course of your shift, Eddie sat at a booth in the corner, away from everyone else but could still keep his eyes on your every move, you occasionally brought him over mugs of coffee and plates of fries over the course of your shift; all on your tab, of course. While Eddie didn’t need to eat food, it still didn’t stop him from stuffing his face with fries at any opportunity. His excuse was that it made him feel “normal” again and took his mind off blood.

You saw it as a way to eat junk food constantly, not share it with you and use the blood excuse so he could get away with it.

After dropping off another plate of fries to Eddie and disappearing into the kitchen, you began to refill the saltshakers. “God, what is this garbage?” You asked, cringing as you heard the music clearer. You shook your head as you searched for something better, finding the perfect song stuffed at the back. Blue Monday by New Order began playing through the speakers, with your foot tapping to the beat.

“Order up for table five!” One of the cooks called out, causing you to race to grab the order. Picking up the plates, you pushed the doors open and walked out the kitchen and towards the table.

Forcing a smile, you placed the plates down on the table. “If there’s anything else I can get you, please don’t hesitate to ask.”

The table was inhabited by two older men – the usual clientele of the diner, sadly. Your uniform would always give you unwanted attention that you just had to grin and bear if you wanted to keep your job.

You felt a hard smack on your ass as you began to walk through the diner, causing you to freeze as your jaw clenched. You slowly turned back around, putting on your best fake smile. “Sir, sexual harassment of the staff is not allowed in this establishment. If you continue this behaviour, I’ll have to get my manager.”

The man slid a 20-dollar bill into your front pocket, winking as he made sure to grope you. “Let’s just keep this between us, eh, sweetheart?”

If looks could kill, the man would’ve been a pile of ash and bones.

As much as you wanted to bash both of their faces in with your tray, you clenched your jaw and stormed away from the table, towards Eddie’s booth only to find he wasn’t there. His half-eaten plate of fries and empty mug of coffee were still there but no sign of Eddie.

You assumed he was in the bathroom or popped out for a cigarette as you picked up his mug, ready to take it into the kitchens to be washed. You felt nervous to not have Eddie there, like a line of protection was gone. While you knew nobody could intentionally hurt you while you worked as other staff members would be there to help, you’d heard enough horror stories to know to be weary.

All it would take was one undercooked burger, or one wrong order taken out to a customer, and you could get shot or raped. There was always a reason to be cautious, especially with how small you were compared to the usual clientele.

You didn’t see Eddie again for the entire rest of your shift, eventually having to toss the plate of stone-cold fries and clean up before you went home. Given the lateness of the hour, the bus was a no-go and calling your brothers wasn’t an option. You reluctantly asked one of the cooks to drive you home, giving him a quiet “thank you” as you were dropped off.

Unlocking the front door and almost sleepily stumbling inside, you tossed your keys into the jar next to the door and walked into the living room before yelling. “OH MY GOD!”

On the couch was Jamie who’d had a date round, both of them making out and had no idea you were even there before you yelled, causing both of them to jump and almost fall off the couch. “Jamie, I am so sorry; I had no idea you had a date!” Sheepishly, everyone gave each other awkward smiles as you raced up the stairs. “Hi, Neil!” You yelled to Jamie’s date.

“Hey!” Neil yelled back, his laugh echoing up the stairs.

Once you were safe in your room, you facepalmed against the door before laughing at yourself. The three siblings had a deal; you never interrupt a date. Although, they did also have the rule of “don’t bring a date home and make out on the couch on a night you know people will be home” but you could let that one slide.

In the darkness of your room, you saw what looked like the shape of a person at the window. Hastily turning the light on, the figure disappeared. Any normal – and frankly sane – person would’ve called the police, but you somehow knew it wasn’t an intruder or anyone who would wish you harm.

Sliding off your bag from your shoulder and placing it on your dressing table, you turned the light off and the figure came back. It took a few moments for your eyes to adjust to the dark, and for you to know the figure was Eddie. You reached your hand out to him and once it touched his chest, you felt a wetness cover the palm of your hand.

Instantly retracting your hand, you looked down at it but in the darkness you couldn’t tell what was on it; the dark feeling of not knowing if it was blood or water washed over you. Eddie took your hand and held it tightly against him, pulling you closer to him in the process.

It was then you noticed that Eddie was crying, his face burying into your shoulder. “I’m a monster,” Eddie sobbed, his voice slightly muffled by your hair and clothing.

You gently stroked his hair, shaking your head a little. “You’re not a monster.”

“I’ve killed so many people. Some of them deserved it, but others didn’t.”

You paused for a moment, your face dropping as you realised that he was, in fact, covered in blood. Blood that was now all over you, too. “What did you do?”

He fell silent, shaking his head. He knew he had to tell you, but he couldn’t find the words without scaring the life out of you. After some coaxing from you, he sighed heavily and told you everything; how many people he’d killed, how he’d managed to manipulate people into never noticing their disappearances and going into detail when he’d need to kill again.

He watched all the colour drain from your face, your hands beginning to shake as silent tears fell down your cheeks, you slightly backed away from him as if on autopilot. You’d been scared of him before, but never like this. It was like the illusion of Eddie had properly been shattered and somewhere inside you was screaming at you to run.

You tried to make a break for the door, but Eddie grabbed you before you could even try to unlock it, forcing your hand off the doorhandle and placing his hand over your mouth to stop you from screaming. “I’m so sorry, baby. I can’t lose you too, you’re all I’ve got now,” he whispered into your ear before looking into your eyes. “You’re going to forget I was ever here tonight, everything I’ve said will just be a bad dream that you won’t remember after you wake up.”

Eddie watched as you stopped struggling in his arms, your eyes getting heavier as you fell limp in his arms. He vowed to himself he would never use his powers on you, but he needed you, and he would do anything to keep you close to him.

Picking up your limp body, he gently placed you in bed; being sure to cover you with the blanket. He stared down at you for a few moments, stroking a small piece of your hair. He felt awful for what he’d just done but he knew he had to keep you safe somehow, and that was the best thing he could think to do. There were other things outside of both of your controls at work, and Eddie knew it was only a matter of time before they would catch up to both him and you.

By the time you woke up in the morning; Eddie was gone, and you had a pounding headache. You felt like you’d been drinking the night before, but you didn’t remember; you remembered coming home from work late, embarrassing yourself in front of Jamie’s date, then coming upstairs to your room and then waking up in bed.

Had you really been that tired you had passed out fully clothed?

Sliding yourself out of bed, you felt your head pound more once you were on your feet – if that was even possible. Grabbing your phone, you dialled Eddie’s number and waited impatiently for him to pick up, tapping your nails on the receiver.

Thankfully, he picked up after the first couple of rings. “Good morning, baby, this is a surprise. Everything okay?”

You couldn’t stop the smile on your face as you listened to his voice. “I have a massive headache; I can barely even get out of bed. Would it be too much of a bother if you could drop off some Tylenol for me?”

“Of course, baby, it’s no trouble at all. Where are your brothers?” He was already scrambling to get his keys, knocking a few things over in the process to try to find them until the familiar jingle rang out as his keys fell onto the floor.

Wincing a little at the loud noises, you moved the phone away from your ear until you were sure the sounds were over, then you brought it back to your ear. “I’m not sure, I think they went out grocery shopping or something.”

“Think you can wait a couple minutes until I’m there? You’ll be okay?”

You nodded, smiling as his care for you made you feel warm and fuzzy inside. “I’ll be okay, I’ll see you in a bit,” you almost mumbled out before putting the receiver down and sliding the covers back over you.

You hadn’t even realised you’d fallen asleep until Eddie gently shook you, a full glass of water in his hand. “Hey, sleepyhead, you feel any better?” He asked softly.

Shaking your head, you slowly sat up and took the glass from him, taking a long drink. “Still feel like I was hit by a truck,” you answered after you swallowed, holding your hand out for the Tylenol. “Please tell me you brought them.”

Eddie chuckled a little as he placed two pills in your waiting hand. “As if I’d forget, I bought you some snacks too. They’re downstairs when you feel better.”

Taking both pills in one, you nodded in understanding. “You really didn’t have to; I just need the pills and a long sleep.”

“Oh, don’t get too thankful or excited, princess, it’s fruit.”

You pulled a face that could only truly be described as pure disgust. “Why must you betray me like this?”

After laughing at your expression, Eddie gently caressed your cheek with his thumb. “Because you’re not well, you gotta eat the good stuff when you’re not well.”

You pulled another face before pulling the blanket back over your head. “Or I could just get something greasy instead, I can always get one of the boys to drop it off.”

Slowly pulling the blanket down, Eddie leaned over you, his face level with yours. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you, sweetheart.”

You blinked a few times, feigning innocence before smirking a little as your lips ghosted his. “Oh? How come, Munson?”

A smirk slowly spread across his lips, moving slightly away from your lips to tease you. “You wouldn’t wanna be a bad girl, would you? You’d wanna be a good girl.”

Blushing darkly, you dove under the blanket, all façades of being seductive leaving you. “You can’t just say things like that and not expect me to blush, Eddie!”

Eddie laughed softly, gently patting the blanket. “You’re adorable, you know that. Get some more sleep, I’ll be right here if you need me.” He pulled down the blanket a little to kiss the top of your head before getting off the bed to allow you to sleep.

Waking up a couple of hours later, you felt a billion times better. Sliding out of bed, you grabbed your water to take it downstairs and found Eddie watching TV, jumping at the sound of the water going.

“Jesus Christ, you scared the crap outta me, princess,” he laughed, jumping off the couch to stand behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle. “How’re you feeling?”

Leaning back into him a little, you smiled. “So much better, the sleep and the Tylenol did me a world of good. Thank you for bringing them, baby,” you gave him a quick kiss before sliding out of his arms and grabbing an apple and a kitchen knife, starting to cut one.

Before you realised it, you sliced your finger open while cutting apples, letting out a small hiss as you dropped the knife. Before you could even turn towards the sink, Eddie towered over you, his black eyes fixed on the blood slowly seeping out of the cut. You backed away from him until you hit a wall, Eddie never backing off as he placed his hands on either side of your head, locking you in place.

Despite your pounding heart, you felt scarily calm as your eyes never left his, their gaze only breaking as his face moved towards your neck, his fangs grazing over it. You shuddered a little as his lips closed on your neck for a second before he pulled away. “Fuck, I can’t do this,” he almost growled.

You took a few seconds to come out of Eddie’s trance to realise he wasn’t right up against you and for his words to make sense. “You can’t do what?”

“I can’t feed from you. The voice in my head is screaming at me to do it but I just can’t. I can’t hurt you.”

Slowly shaking your head, you took a step towards him although Eddie took a step back. “You won’t hurt me.”

“You don’t understand, I won’t just feed from you. I’ll want to take everything from you. I’ll kill you, or worse.”

Swallowing hard, you were nervous to ask the next question, but you knew you needed to ask it and to hear the answer. “What would be worse than killing me?”

“I’ll make you a monster like me.”

His answer made your heart skip a beat. The thought of Eddie turning you had crossed your mind more times than you wanted to admit, but you never thought he would ever actually do it outside of your imagination. Sometimes you fantasised about it; would it be romantic and after they’d made love? Or would it be more cliché and right on the dancefloor at prom? Then you’d be together forever.

But the reality of being a vampire scared you more than anything. Having to isolate yourself from everyone you ever knew and loved and only have Eddie, it didn’t sound like a way you wanted to live. Then there was the question of trying to control the urges of wanting to kill everyone around you, you weren’t even sure how Eddie was able to do it.

“I’ll be back, promise me you’ll be careful?” Eddie announced, not even waiting for your answer as he stormed outside, leaving you to question if you should even think about Eddie turning you into a vampire.

Once he was out the door, you grabbed the first aid kit from under the sink and wrapped a band aid over your finger, mentally cursing yourself for being so stupid.

What did you expect to happen? Blood around a vampire was anything but good news. Just because Eddie was your boyfriend, that didn’t change the fact that he was capable of ripping you apart just because you got a tiny cut on your finger.

You ended up tossing the apple you’d cut up, seeing it already started to go brown in the short time you’d left it and walked back upstairs to change into actual clothes, instead of staying in pyjamas all day, as much as you wanted to.

The next few days went somewhat back to normal; Eddie was around you and acting like nothing had happened, although you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. You constantly felt as if someone was staring at you, but anytime you’d look, there was nobody there.

You couldn’t shake the feeling all week, constantly looking over your shoulder and being unable to get rid of the feeling of a huge weight on your shoulders, as if something was physically weighing you down. You debated on telling Eddie, but you figured he would just call you paranoid, so you never said a word.

By the time Friday came around, the feelings only became more and more intense; it was almost unbearable. The paranoia, the feeling of a thousand tonnes on your shoulders… it was getting too much. You felt as if you could barely stand up or hold yourself up, you had to almost cling onto Eddie’s arms as you stood outside the diner.

Wrapping an arm around your waist, the other hand was gently caressing your  cheek, Eddie pressed his lips together. “I won’t be able stay with you tonight, Hellfire and all.”

You brushed him off, leaning into his touch. “Babe, it’s fine. If there’s any trouble, I know the boys will have my back.”

He sighed, giving you a gentle kiss before reluctantly letting you go, jumping back into his van. “I’ll be there to pick you up as soon as we’re finished, I promise.”

You gave a small wave to him before slowly and shakily walking into the diner, closing the door behind you. As soon as you were inside, the paranoia and heavy feeling instantly disappeared; allowing you to breathe for the first time all week. Looking around the diner, you saw there was only one customer sat at a booth, looking over the menu, nothing out of the ordinary.

Pushing the doors open to the back, you dropped your belongings off at your locker before picking up a notebook and pen, going back out towards the booth. The first thing you noticed about the man was his blonde curls, trying to piece together where you’d seen them before, but nothing came to mind before you arrived.

Giving him a wide but fake smile, you stopped at the booth. “Have you decided what you fancy, or do you need some more time?”

The man looked up at you, his blue eyes piercing into your, instantly feeling yourself get lost within them. You vaguely heard him talk but his voice felt so far away, despite him being right in front of you. You felt a slight sting on your hand but even that wasn’t enough to snap you out of it, your mind had gone entirely blank until you were finally able to shake your head and snap back to reality, blinking a few times.

“I’m so sorry, I completely blanked for a moment there,” you looked down a little, chuckling to yourself.

He glanced at your nametag before giving you a gentle smile. “That’s a beautiful name for a beautiful girl, I’m Henry, and I think I might’ve found my new favourite waitress.”

You blushed, smiling softly. “Flattery will get you nowhere, Henry. Now, what can I get for you?”

“You can start off with the Hawkins special pancakes and some coffee, please,” Henry gave you that same gentle smile before passing the menu back.

You nodded, giving a smile back as you wrote down his order and taking the menu. Walking towards the kitchen, you noticed a small crescent like indent on your hand, almost like you’d been cut or bitten. You glanced back towards Henry for a moment but quickly looked away, shaking your head to yourself.

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