#vampire violence

[dominimoonbeam]

[gently knocks your door down]

domini!!! may i ask for [ HAIR ] and [ BEHIND ] from the 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐆𝐎 👀. and [ DEFEND ] and [ PULL ] from sexual tension prompts. for sam and darlin???

ZOZO!!!! Your asks often lead to some of my favorite things. <3 I ended up doing this as a bonus scene in Scars That Remind! I hope you don't mind! It's during that phase where Darlin and Sam are pretending to date but already head over heels. <3 <3 <3 Hope you enjoy it! <3 <3 <3

Sam/Darlin

tags: idiots in love, flirting, vampire harassment, some violence

Scars That Remind: Bonus Scene

Darlin got to the blood club and knew almost instantly that Sam wasn’t there yet. They could spot him easily and though they liked to joke that it was because he stuck out in a crowd that fetishized lace, silk, and velvet, it wasn’t true.

Darlin could have spotted Sam in a crowd of cowboys. They tried not to think about way, or that little pang of disappointment when he wasn’t there yet.

They made their way to the bar, sliding in between a couple making out and a group. The bartender was down at the other end, so Darlin waited. It wasn’t like they were in hurry. When Sam go there, they’d talk and pretend to be a couple. They’d lean close and dance and kiss. Darlin knew they were enjoying this game more than they should be. They cared less and less about getting Quinn’s attention.

A hand slid up their back and Darlin tensed, knowing instantly that it wasn’t Sam. It moved all the way to the back of their neck, splaying fingers across their scarred neck.

Darlin swatted the hand away and turned to glare at the vamp. They’d never seen him before and weren’t sure if that was a relief or a reason to worry. Most of the biters they had met, knew Quinn and to stay away. Most had been watching them with Sam like they were lighting dynamite. And the ones that knew Darlin outside of Quinn, had known them for a fighter, for getting into scraps, breaking up brawls, and for being David Shaw’s sibling.

The vampire grinned, flashing those fangs like Darlin might like them…or fear them? Either way, he was going to be disappointed. “You’re an interesting one,” he said, gaze sliding to their neck again. “I can’t tell if one vampire really really wants to mark you as their own… or if you just get around.”

Great. At the blood club for a whole minute before getting into a fight…

“So, which is it?”

“Which answer will make you go away?”

He laughed and stepped closer, one boot nudging Darlin’s to wedge his thigh between theirs, pressing right up into their space. “Neither. I don’t mind if you’re a slut for teeth,” he cooed, like he was being tender, his hand on their hip. “And I’m not scared if someone made a claim…”

You should be, Darlin thought, only they weren’t thinking about Quinn. That realization startled them, freezing them up in a way this biter interpreted as fear. Sam was only pretending to date them. He definitely hadn’t claimed them in any way. The dating wasn’t even real. It was just for show.

The hand on their side squeezed, fingers bruising in against their ribs. “Let’s get out of here, dog.”

Darlin blinked at the idiot, still leaning back against the bar. “Are you trying to trance me, dipshit?”

He snarled, squeezing harder, straining a rib in a clear threat now. He clearly didn’t know how casually Darlin had broken those ribs in the past. They were about to shift, right there, and give him a face full of real teeth, when he let go. His whole body was jerked back and they had a front row seat to watch the complete surprise of it ripple across his features.

Sam had grabbed him back the hair and hoisted him back, kicking his leg hard enough to snap bone and put him on his knees with a wail of surprise. The other vampires jumped back, hesitating over how to react. Sam looked straight at Darlin. “I’m sorry I’m late. Give me another minute?”

Darlin blinked surprise but nodded, heat slowly climbing their face along with a smile.

Sam tipped his head to them before turning and dragging the offending biter through the bar. Someone grabbed the door and held it for him at the back.

“Everything okay?” the bartender ask, drawing Darlin’s attention.

They shrugged and ordered two beers.

They’d just taken their first sip when Sam came back. He stood behind them, a breath between Darlin’s back and his chest, when he reached around them to snag the other bottle. “You okay?” he asked, voice low like they could tell him the truth if they weren’t.

Darlin turned around in that small space, leaning back against the bar and finding that they liked having Sam up in their space just fine. “Yeah. You saved me from getting banned from this club.”

He frowned at that but took a sip of his beer. His eyes searched them, like he was looking for signs of physical damage.

Darlin laughed. “You’re really worried? I’m fine, doc.”

Sam nodded slowly. He reached out toward them, never using that vampire speed when he was about to touch, always giving them plenty of time to bring it to a stop. He tucked strands of their hair carefully behind their ear. “Maybe we should meet up someplace else next time and come in together.”

Darlin snorted, putting their beer down. “Are you serious? Oh, Sammy… You would have lost money if you’d bet on that vampire to win against me.” It wasn’t hubris. It was experience.

Sam put his beer down with theirs. “I would never bet against you.” To their surprise, he reached down and slowly lifted their shirt up their side, looking down at the red marks that would become bruises from where the biter had been gripping them. He frowned. “I’m sorry I was late, Darlin,” he said again. His bare hand settled over their side, over that same spot, only he wasn’t squeezing or trying to hurt them. A soft wave of magic against their skin and that low ache was gone, bruises averted.

Darlin grinned. “You spoil me,” they said, knowing well that others were listening and watching them.

“Do you want to go home?” he asked.

They knew he meant bailing on pretending to date. He was giving them an out. Darlin’s grin grew. “Sammy! You have to dance with me before you take me home,” they reminded.

His expression softened, his hand slowly sliding down their bare side, letting their shirt fall back into place. “Anything you want,” he said, and their heart fluttered. They hoped he didn’t catch it over the crowd and the music. They pushed off the bar and started toward the dance floor, the vampire at their side, his arm easily around their waist to keep them against him, guiding them both through the crowd.

#sam/darlin #scars that remind #bonus scene #prompt fic #redactedverse #<3 #vampire harassment #vampire violence #dominimoonbeam #fanfic

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

ok help me decide:

#there's a lot of tension due to the fact that matty thinks kal has it easier in a lot of ways #and kal thinks that she'll never be enough bc matty wants to be better #they're very competitive siblings and it's detrimental all around #idk if the fraternal twins angle is more compelling or not so yeah help me choose #(I retain ultimate veto power ofc) #Lu rambles #Lu writes #vampire violence

[madaboutmunson]

Everlong Chapter 7 - You’ve Got Another Thing Coming (Let Me Call You Sweetheart Part 2)

Warnings: Angst, Violence, Blood, Gore, Swearing, smooches, vampire biting and fighting

Summary: Waking up in your old cell, in desperation to save the people working in the facility from an incoming force of destruction orchestrated by the very star of your dreams

Tags: @silverrings-n-prettythings and extra big thanks to my beta readers @munchabunch and @portaltothevoid. This is basically our story at this point!! Your comments, support and emoji reactions make it all worth it. Thank you to infinity and beyond!

This wasn't the longest she had been alone, but it was the longest she'd ever been shut in the darkness, unable to see the world pass her by.

Though her body was long gone, her spirit remained in the cabin. Her body had gone on to do other things. It had run into the night and Aimon had come back the next day to a seemingly empty home.

He'd waited, leaving the light on in the night, so she could find her way back. He had sobbed into his hands at the table, and it was the first time she'd been given the most amazing and tragic gift. To be able to read the mind.

He thought she got scared, run away before he got home. Maybe she set up with someone else, or had committed a heinous crime, but it didn't matter to Aimon, he'd always take his Yedda back, no matter what she had done.

But Aimon, just like the old woman had inferred, was just a man. He could only wait so long in this cabin, that only let its sadness seep into him like a rot. He could only live so long in a place that sent chills down his spine.

When he had eventually found someone new, he left taking everything of value, he'd tell people his tattoo was for a sister, they would never know, or better yet get it blacked out.

The thought of her name, her memory being scrubbed out had made Yedda wail lonesomely into the night, but there was also relief. The kind of being released from a torture. Watching Aimon struggle day after day and not being able to comfort him, or tell him what happened. She had tried so many times.

The wailing at night must have caused complaints because the last time she saw Aimon, he was standing outside the shack, a torch in his hand and a secret tear in his eye.

He puts the torch to the dry hay he's placed around the cabin, and whispers as the fire works its way around the cabin, "I don't know where ya are, or if ya can even hear me Yedda, but if yas can. I'm sorry, my sweetheart"

With the walls of the cabin removed her spirit could roam a little more and over the decades the meadow grew smaller and the town spread further. Until her sanctuary was just another store. However, the large footfall of people did give her a chance to do other things, to learn from the thoughts of others, to grow her powers, to try to influence them in waking thought and in their slumber.

It wasn't as strong an influence as she might have liked, but it got rid of any types of business she didn’t like in her store. It was hers, this land was hers and she'd be damned if some greedy banker settled here.

She allowed bakers, blacksmiths, jewellers, tailors, writers and lastly instrument makers. Each one she would inspire to greatness, strange designs would fill their minds, an urge to create, but that often led them away from this small place. Eventually the site became associated with the inspirational, and it was coveted by many, but eventually the stories got lost in time, and it became a musical instrument store.

When Eddie had walked in that day, and she'd found his order at the back of the store, she knew she had to finally leave.

The night before collection, Yedda observed the guitar. Her spectral fingers danced over the strings of the guitar, making it hum gently. As they passed over the pickups she could see what looked like the tiniest lightning bolts in between. As the special red finish was nearly finished curing, Yedda willed herself into the guitar, and it accepted her with no resistance, but the paintwork crackled with darkness, and the beautiful red became encrusted with black.

The next morning she felt herself jolted awake, the guitar maker in a panic, shouting at his underlings, trying to find out who had ruined his work, but before the conversation could go any further, the sign on the shop is switched from closed to open, the bell over the door rings, and a boy rushes the counter. Almost hitting it with full force, a big birthday badge on his chest.

The store owner and the greying man exchange a conversation of silence, as the boy is giddy with excitement, "Uncle Wayne said I could have whatever I wanted today, so…Erm…could I take a look at the picks please? And…um…maybe…if it's ok.. a new pack of strings for my acoustic?" The greying gentleman nods and smiles at him, "Of course, my boy," he says ruffling his hair, as the boy's face lights up, rifling through the picks.

The store owner beckons Wayne to the service counter away from the birthday boy, "Look I don't know what to tell you, she was perfect yesterday just like you'd requested. I came down this morning and…well…"

Wayne's face turns to scowl of epic proportions.

The store owner is glad of the counter between them, but still holds up his hands in surrender, "Look, look, how about I throw in an amp, or…erm…a discount…or something the lad wants?"

Wayne folds his arms, "He's good for amplifiers, I can tell you that for sure. But a discount is the very least you could do, now you've gone and fucked up the paint job."

"Sure, yes, absolutely. Let me sort that out for you now," the owner fusses.

As Wayne looks crestfallen she can hear him so infuriated that he just wanted something perfect for the boy, but that was Wayne's lot, it was always gonna be almost for him. Almost accepted, almost good enough, almost a hero, almost, always. He'd wanted things to be different for the boy. His thoughts are disturbed by the bustling of the store owner.

Her heart breaking at those words, she swore she would change the boy's fate. Before she was hoisted from the table and carried over towards the main counters.

"Eddie, you know the money you've been savin' up?" Wayne looks at him and puts his hands in pockets.

"Yeah," Eddie says, "The money for the BC Rich?" he smiles enthusiastically, twirling a guitar pick with a skull on one side and a bat on the other, "probably have enough in a few more years, right?"

"Well, I kinda had to use it. I'm sorry." Wayne says sheepishly.

Eddie's smile fades for a second, but he puts on a brave face, "That's ok Uncle Wayne, another year won't hurt none. Maybe they'll even come down in price by then?" He reaches for his uncle's arm and gives it a squeeze and smiles up at him.

The pride eminanting from Wayne was like a sunburst. He hadn't done many things right in his life, but this boy was proof he'd tried to at least.

"Happy Birthday, Eddie," his Uncle says, gesturing at the guitar the shop owner was holding in his hands.

"Ho-ly fucking shit balls," Eddie exclaims, "Is that.. Is it…is…" he tries to say, his body and voice trembling as the tears fall from his eyes and he ploughs into his uncle's chest, throwing his arms around him. Wayne emits a grunt at nearly being winded by the wirey boy, but envelopes him in his arms.

"It is for you," he confirms, ruffling his hair.

As she is passed from the shop owner, to Wayne and finally into Eddie's hands, the sudden reduction in their proximity makes her feel like singing.

The strap is draped around Eddie's shoulders and he adjusts it to fix it to his liking, and runs towards the mirror. The distance between his hand and the pickups spark and the strings hum as his hand glances them, but he attributes it to the adrenaline pumping through his body.

He looks at himself in the mirror, and runs his fingertip along the side of the guitar neck. He audibly sighs, as he looks at the guitar, "Perfect," he mumbles.

"Can I test it out?" he calls back to the adults.

"Sure, knock yourself out kid," the store owner enthuses.

She hears Eddie's thoughts whirl rapidly. His mind is running through a hundred different songs he could play, it seems like they are flicking through a giant song book together, until she hears the one she wants in his mind.

Eddie smiles down at the guitar in his hands, and notices his finger placement adjust automatically, he flexes them to a different chord shape, but they get moved back again, he giggles, "Ok, ok, Sabbra Cadabra, it is."

She sings out the notes as he plays, and Eddie is completely lost in the music. His mind is transported elsewhere, to a landscape moulded only by the sounds she's producing at his hand, a kaleidoscope of colours and shapes.

Satiated Eddie stops playing, blinking his eyes open and breathing a huge sigh.

"Hello, my love," she says in his mind.

"Hello, Sweetheart," he whispers, kissing his fingertips and brushing them over the strings a final time, before getting her settled in her crushed velvet case.

Eddie swears it is for transport only, and true to his word, once home, he places her proudly on the wall, looking up at her in awe.

That night Eddie softly slumbering in his bed, full of pizza and ice-cream, his hands twitching in his sleep, as though he's still playing his guitar.

Now is her moment, she decides to leave the guitar, to finally be with her soulmate. Pushing, she tries to force her way out but is met with a hard stop. She tries again, and again, and again. Still nothing. She was trapped hopelessly again. She screams into silence, the old woman's cackle rings out, and Eddie stirs in his bed.

She sobs silently for no one to hear, or at least she thinks so. Eddie's brow contorts, and he opens one eye to look at her in the moonlight, smiling groggily, "You're still here," he says. The timbre of his voice emerged intermittently in the awkward stage of breaking, "I thought I'd dreamed you."

She stops her crying and listens to his whispers in the darkness, "I never thought I'd have a beauty like you, but you're all mine. Until death tries to rip you from my cold dead hands. Even then I'll put up a fight." He gives a small quiet laugh.

"Together, until the end of never," she says in silence.

"You betcha. Forever," he answers, yawning a little, and snuggling back into his pillow. She looks over at him and realises that whilst it was not the way she had foreseen it to be. She'd found her other half, and millions could not say the same. She smiles to herself.

"We'll accomplish such great things together, you and I," she whispers into his dreams, "Let me show you."

She leaves her fond memories and returns to her current reality locked in her case, until he finds her again. He always would, she just needed patience, but as always, his distance from her was uncomfortable, not only for her, but it made him snarky too.

This time though, things were a little different. Sure for the most part she was trapped in this case, but part of her was moving around elsewhere not far away, a splintered shard buried deep in scar tissue waiting for its owner to be at rest.

Her only outlet had been a piece of her that was free, and it was with him, but it wasn't enough. Until she was free, nothing would be enough, but now they'd forced them apart again, and she was livid. She knew which of his strings to pull, and tonight heads are gonna roll.

You wake up in your old cell, quickly rush at the door, you have to warn them. In your hurry, you stumble over your not quite awake legs, and start attempting to get attention.

It starts as some gentle tapping and a 'Hello' here or there, but rapidly descends into a furious thumping of the walls and doors, turning the air blue with curses and demands to be let out.

Eventually a camera turns to you, "Hey! HEY!!! LISTEN YOU HAVE GOTTA LET ME OUT!! SOMETHING BAD IS GONNA HAPPEN."

The camera goes back to its original position and you wait patiently for something to happen, but nothing, not a door, not a click of a lock or the familiar tap of the key pad.

You slam your fists against your transparent prison, and slide down it to your knees sobbing, and begging, "Please!! Anyone, please!!!"

You hear a voice in the hall, and launch yourself at the door again, "Hey!! HEY!!! MR HARRINGTON?? MR HENDERSON??? PLEASE, LET ME GO. I GET IT. I DID A BAD THING BUT SOMETHING WORSE IS ON ITS WAY. JUST LET ME OUT I CAN STOP THIS. BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE!"

Your throat hurts from yelling, and the red swelling in your hands was beginning to throb. They had no idea what was coming for them, and in truth neither did you, but what you did know is she had intent to do harm via Eddie.

You continue to yell and decide that a more violent approach might be needed. You try utilising furniture to hit against the walls and doors.

"HE'S GONNA FIND ME, BUT HE'S GONNA MAKE HIS WAY THROUGH THIS BUILDING FIRST," you shout as the camera pans past you.

Finally a door opens, It's Henderson.

You get right up close to the door, tears streaming down your face, "Please Mr Henderson, please let me out. I don't want anyone to get hurt. Please!!" You beg him.

"You aren't getting out of here. After that stunt you pulled again? No way." He says firmly, as you examine his face. He looked nervous, occasional glances towards the camera, and you notice how tired he looks himself.

"You don't run this place anymore do you?" You ask in a whisper.

Dustin shakes his head at you, "This is still my facility." He's trying to communicate visually rather than verbally. He wasn't in charge here anymore.

"Ok, but please at least get Mr Harrington out of here, please, and anyone else you care about, Dustin." You try to hold eye contact with him so he could see how serious you were, "Please…for his kids, Mr Henderson."

Dustin frowns at you, "You think something is going to hurt us? Here?"

You shake your head, "You keep tearing them apart. He won't turn his ire to you, you know who he'll take it out on! Please get him out of here."

You hear a raging scream and a lonesome howl ring out. You shake your head and look at Dustin, and you can see the fear in his eyes, "You heard that too?" you say uneasily.

He nods slowly.

"It's too late!" You sob, and sink to the floor again, "If you have another way out of here take it. If you see Mr Harrington take him with you, away from here. If you can convince anyone, let me out, the sooner he can get to me the sooner this is over. There isn't much time, just hurry."

Dustin bangs on the door a few times, and looks back at you a few times. The last time he looks back at you the lights cut out, an alarm rings out and the lights in this area drop to red.

You hear some shouts of terror over the walkie on Dustin's belt, a growl, a grotesque crunching sound, a piercing scream, and a thud.

Then a crackle, "I don't know if you fuckers can hear me, but I'm gonna shotgun every motherfucker I come across like a cheap pack of beers, until I find Y/N, and then…which ever of you fucks are left…you’’re gonna beg for the reaper tonight!" Eddie's voice in its dual tone form, half his voice, half something ungodly.

Dustin, his eyes still on the walkie, raises to yours slowly. All you can say is "Run!" He turns and frantically pounds on the door and he's gone. You hope to find Mr Harrington and get out of here before Eddie finds them.

You keep trying in vain to break down your door or wall with whatever you can find , until you hear the door to your cell click audibly, you grab at the handle and it swings open with no resistance. In the visitor area, you take a look around for anything you could use as a weapon. All you can find is a small fire extinguisher, which you decide will have to do for now.

You brace yourself and slowly grip your hand around the handle of the door to the corridor. You close your eyes for a moment and take a deep breath before opening it.

As you step out into the much more well lit hallway, gripping tightly to your weapon of choice, trying to work out which way you needed to go in order to find Eddie. You only remember walking these corridors once and it was when you left, at which point your priority was leaving, so directionally you had very little information to go on, so you just start walking.

Pushing open doors that give as you pass them, most of them empty, until you find one small room with three lab-coat-wearing people hiding under tables. You don't really have time to comfort them, you needed to find Eddie.

"Do any of you know where the security control room, or monitor room is?"One of them points a trembling hand at a set of maps on the wall.

You walk up and start trying to figure out where you are and how to get to the CCTV, at least then you'd have an idea what was going on.

"You don't wanna go out there. Those things are tearing people limb from limb. You should hide with us until the military turns up."

"Things?" you say turning quickly towards them.

They just respond with, "Don't go out there," in a terrified whimper.

"Look, I think I can fix this, or at least stop anything else from happening. I just need to get to them," you try to reassure them, pulling the map from the wall.

"Wait, you know those things? They're after you?" they ask you, but start turning and looking at one another.

You realise your mistake as they try to slowly encircle you and you rush out of the room and run as fast you can down the corridor. Stupid, stupid, stupid. You'd just wanted to reassure them, but now all you'd done is stamped yourself as a bargaining chip.

You rush around trying to follow the route the best you can, until you finally find an abandoned security screen station. You check over the screens, you can't see Dustin or Mr Harrington so you take that as a positive. There are lots of armed security making their way through most areas, you try using your map to pinpoint where they are headed.

You scan over the screens again and see Krusher on one side of a hallway, he turns to his side and looks up at nothing, and sits down and looks ahead. The camera starts to glitch and crackle as three guards surround Krusher. In terror you can't take your eyes from the screen. “Please, no,” you whisper to yourself.

Then one guard looks like they throw their gun down the hall and are hoisted horizontally into the air. The other two look up in alarm and point their weapons at the levitating body.

The body is ripped apart unleashing a torrent of blood and guts, as the two halves are used to pummel the other two guards into smears on the ground.

A bloody hand print appears on Krushers head as his ears ruffle from side to side.

You scan over the screens one last time and notice a room with a huge black container in it. You touch your hand to the screen and feel a throb in the scar tissue at your side.

You gather up your map, and extinguisher. You notice a communicator from the wall, snatch it, and attach it to your jeans.

You look around and find a security jacket to wear, so maybe you wouldn't stand out as much in the halls.

You start heading towards the area you think these forces will converge, and on your approach you start hearing hushed voices, the gentle rattle of equipment through sheer horror and gunfire in the distance .

Slowly turning the corner, you appear to be approaching the sort of corridor crossroads you were looking for on your map, you must be close now.

In front of you, you can see a line of security along the wall. You attempt a stealthy approach pinning yourself against the wall and sliding along it behind them, luckily for you they appear to be fully focused on something else, but your silence isn't required for long.

The gunfire gets louder, but is mixed with the sound of crashing, yelling, and screaming, until it falls quiet again, and half a body flies through the air across your line of sight.

Some of the security in front of you start backing up and turning to look over their shoulder for other avenues back to safety.

“We’re close now are we, boy?” you hear the twisted version of Eddie’s voice ring out, “Stay behind me”

The line of guards in front of you spread out to fill the corridor you are in, but one turns to look at you, so afraid you can see the whites of their eyes. They run at you, but push past you at the last moment.

You want to call out, to maybe save these people, but you had no idea if they would turn on you too, and make this exponentially worse. You hear more footsteps thunder down the hallway behind you, most of them rush in front of you, but one stops beside you, “Who the fuck let you out?” and they grab your arm.

When you look over them, noticing something familiar,, “Please, just let me get to them, it will at least give you time to run,” you plead with them.

They laugh, “Your fucking pup didn’t scare me on tour and it doesnt scare me now. I’ll have its pelt for hat, when I’m done with it.” It's only when his laugh and his words meld together in your mind you realise who this is. One of the security guards that jumped you at the end of your first performance back with Unholy Angel.

“Hey!” he shouts ahead to one of the other guards, “Look who I’ve got here!” You frantically try to shush him.

A guard turns around, their eyes scan you and with a sly smile they sneer, “Nowhere left for you to run now asshole.” And they grab the other side of you and start frog marching you down the corridor.

The next thing you see is a mist of red, spray into the air, bodies being thrown over the other guards falling just ahead of you, making you almost wretch at the state the body was in. Contorted limbs, muscle tissue exposed and flesh slashed open.

The pile of bodies in front of you grows until it forms a small human barricade onn one side you and the two guards, on the other a blood drenched Krusher and Eddie. Eddie spits out a chunk of flesh to the floor, he appears to notice you, but you aren't his focus right now.

Eddie points over at the guard to your left, “Say buddy, don't I know you?” he says sinisterly.

The guard to your right puts a gun to your temple, “We’ll do it. I’ll shoot them,” their voice as unsteady as their grip on their gun. Krusher growls lowly.

Eddie tilts his head, “I see someone got a big portion of balls for lunch today?” he smiles a terrible fanged grin, “By the time you’d decide to pull that trigger and wrestle with the morality of taking a life for the first time, I’dbe molars deep in your fucking aorta, you stupid shit. So I suggest whatever you think you're gonna do, you don't! Go on, I'll even give you a head start.”

“What the fuck kind of Halloween bullshit, are you supposed to be?” the guard on the left shouts at Eddie.

Eddie turns his eyes to them, and smiles wider, “I do know you, don’t I? From the gig, yeah?” He wipes his blood stained mouth with the back of his hand, “You know, of all the people I wanted to rip the throat out of tonight, I’m glad it’s you.”

In the split second it takes the guards to look at one another, Krusher and Eddie leap onto the body barrier and off it on to their respective targets, sending all three of you flying backwards onto the floor behind you.

Krusher pins down the guard on your left and you snatch the gun they had pointed at you away from them, and get up quickly. Eddie raises his head from the guard he landed on, sending a spray of blood up the hallway and the walls, leaving them in a pool of it.

“You said you’d give me a head start,” the guard under Krusher says, gasping for air.

Eddie puts his hands on his hips before spitting on the ground, “You’re right. I did say that. He didn't though. Guess you're shit outta luck,” Eddie gestures at Krusher, “Sic ‘em.”

Krusher wastes no time dragging the guard down the hallway to a symphony of screams, until finally he chomps down on his throat.

You and Eddie stand there panting, looking at one another, a roller coaster of emotions running through you. He tries in vain to wipe the blood from his face, with already bloody hands, and looks at the ground for a moment, before looking back up at you. His eyes fading to their normally beautiful deep brown colour.

A searing pain in your side doubles you over, as you straighten up you leap into his arms, and grab his face in your hands, kissing him ferociously.

His one arm holds you up whilst the other traces your face, and he turns you both so that you are against the wall for support. He pulls his face away from you for a moment, so he can look over your face, and you notice the look of emotional relief on his face, “Fuck. I thought I’d lost you,” he says kissing you again, his grip tightening.

You pull back again, “We have to get out of here, Eddie. There are more coming, like government, military level people, but…”

Eddie holds your face in his hand and strokes a thumb down your cheek, “but what? Anything! Anything for you, Sweetheart,” he says urgently. In his words, there is an incredible amount of guilt that builds inside you. Because of your dreams, you knew that this wasn't about you at all, it was her. The heart crushing deception that you knew, and he didn't.

“I think I know where she is, Eddie. We have to get her before they do. Follow me.” As Eddie releases you, you strap the gun to your hip, grab an ID pass, and start leading Eddie and Krusher towards the vault.

It takes a while and a few wrong turns, but you finally get to the vault. You hold your breath and swipe the card. Surprisingly it opens the door without any issue, “Shit, that was a lucky swipe!” Eddie says, amazed.

“Yeah it was, wasn’t it?” you reply, a little worried. You draw your gun, despite having very little idea how to use one, and cautiously the three of you, enter the room.

Overall, it is very much empty other than the enormous box filling one half of the room. You approach it slowly and suddenly feel a pull. It starts gently, but then its force increases until it feels like your very insides are slowly being pulled towards the box little by little.

The closer you get to the box, the more the pain eases off, but when you try to step back that sharp pain explodes into your side again, making your eyes water.

You leave Eddie and Krusher to watch the door as you try to find a way to open the box. You rub your hand along what looks like an entirely flat side, until you feel a slight indentation, you push down on it. There is a hiss of mechanics, and the top slides back and opens.

You see the familiar guitar case and pull it out, placing it on the floor. If you had more time, you would hold this moment with more reverence. That powerful feeling of obsession creeps through your mind, as you flick open the clasps and pop the top open. It’s just like the first time you owned her. When you opened her on the ground outside the second hand store with Eddie. That potent feeling of being entirely overwhelmed by her absolute majesty, except this time, she was just as in need as you.

You reach your hand over the strings, to feel that tingle of energy, and the tiny bolts of static over the pick ups. You smile lovingly over the ebony fretboard, her sharp edges, french curves and paintwork that you knew so much more about now.

A faint whirring on the edge of your hearing, makes you snap your head around, “Eddie! Get down!” You yell as several drones drop from the ceiling. You snap the case shut and grab for Eddie and Krusher, urging them toward the box, so you could hide behind it,and under the top that was still slid back, providing some cover.

As you make it under with Eddie, you huddle in tight and push the guitar case up against the side of you, “Eddie, listen, you can just mist out of here, find a way to shut them off.”

“Are you kidding me? No fucking way am Ileaving you here,” he yells as you can hear the drones circling.

“If we all stay here, we’ll be back where we started, or worse,” you say annoyed at him.

You hear footsteps run into the room, “Eddie, please go. We’ve got a chance if you are out there,” you beseech him.

He just holds onto your hand, “No, I’m through with losing you!”

You hear the sound of metal on metal, and a crackling of electrics, before the sound of dying whiring, and through a small gap you see a heavily mangled drone on the floor.

“Y/N?! Are you here? Listen….” You hear an almighty thwack, “I’m sorry about earlier,” a voice says breathlessly, “I thought I was doing the right thing! I just made another mistake. I’m sorry, please. We can get out of here. All of us. Even you, Eddie.”

You go to motion out from your hiding place, Eddie tries to pull you back, “He’s helping us.”

“We can’t trust him,” Eddie hisses.

“We don't have many other options right now, Eddie!”

You poke your head out from the gap and a drone zooms straight towards you only to be clobbered down into its respective parts by bat with nails driven through it, “I always hated these stupid things,” you hear Mr. Harrington huff, and he extends his hand to you.

You let go of Eddie and allow Mr. Harrington to help you up, but keep your body between them.

Another sound of whirring and Mr. Harrington pulls back the bat and sends another drone to its demise against a far away wall.

“Dustin has the helicopter on the pad, we can all get out of here before they arrive,” he says to you, desperation in his eyes as he readies himself for any more on coming drones.

“You won’t hurt Eddie? Any of you? You swear it? Swear it on your kids!” you ask fearfully.

Mr. Harrington sends the final drone screaming into the floor and pummels it once more for good measure.

He catches his breath and flicks his hair back, and shakes his head at you. That's when you notice your new replica guitar propped up against the wall.

“Ask him to read me, go ahead.” He throws the bat over his shoulder and puts his other hand on his hip, “I’ve known about Eddie pretty much since the hotel. I’ve had my suspicions since the cell. I appreciate that most people think I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed, but I know some things when I see them,“ he sighs. “The only reason we had for wanting to hurt him before was because we were worried about what he was going to do. There was no talking to him, but after he disappeared, you changed. I thought….I thought we were right, but then, the way you’d fall asleep with the book, or the guitar…I knew, or at least suspected.”

He picks up your replica guitar. “I found this in the car outside, and I thought, I could get the guitar for you, make a switch. Maybe then Eddie would be at peace, like you said about your dreams,” he sniffs, “You're not the first person she tried that with, and I knew unless I did something you wouldn't be the last.”

You tilt your head at Mr. Harrington, and nod in understanding.

“He’s not lying,” Eddie says as he emerges from behind the box. “That was some pretty spectacular dumb ass shit you pulled earlier tonight, Harrington.” Eddie stands next to you and folds his arms.

“You don't think I know that??!! I just thought if they were in the cell, then the government assholes would back off. I could make the switch and when it all cooled down again, Y/N could come home,” he sighs. “What I hadn't counted on, was a half vampire, half dog bloodbath.”

“Well that wasn't entirely Eddie’s fault, he can't…um… be away from me. That's why I tried to warn everyone here.” You don't want to outright say someone was pulling at Eddie’s strings especially when you were so close to getting out of here, all of you.

“I know,” Mr. Harrington tries to reassure you, “We know that, ok? We aren't going to hurt you. Or Eddie. We just need to get you out of here. I swear it. I swear it on my kids,” he says earnestly, looking you right in the eyes.

You nod, and make the guitar switch, closing the replica back into the huge box and head up to the helipad.

You all bundle in the helicopter and get strapped including the giant wolf dog. You, Eddie, and Krusher, sitting opposite Dustin and Steve in an awkward silence, for most of the journey, until Dustin breaks it.

“Eddie, I’m so sorry. We’re both sorry, Eddie. We just got so wrapped up in our own lives…sort of rushing to live it, you know? I didn't think someone who had eternity would understand that, so… I kept my distance and then we made some huge mistakes,” he says his eyes pleading with Eddie for understanding.

“Absolutely massive mistakes!” Steve nods in agreement.

“Well, you know, I made some too,” Eddie says looking a little sheepish. “Tearing holes in space and time…might not have been the best course of action.” He gives an awkward smile back at them both.

“Ok agreed, but maybe if we had just listened a bit more, or talked about it, instead of freezing you out, and taking the only thing keeping you sane in that horrible place. Maybe things wouldn’t have gone so far,” Dustin adds, reaching out for Eddie.

Eddie takes Dustin’s hand, “Maybe we could have all done things differently, but you know apart from the looming fact we might all be wanted by the government now, and all those people I just nerfed, as far as we go, maybe, we could…I dunno…draw a line under it?”

Dustin beams at Eddie, a look of pure adoration, and Steve looks between them both with a half smile of pride.

“You know…technically the only thing in those videos killing anyone is Krusher, here,” you offer. “The camera’s can’t record Eddie.”

You look around at their faces, “I mean there is the vault on camera, so they might have the guitar switch, and they’ll probably have some questions as to why you decided to helicopter us out of here.”

“What? You mean the vault camera I turned offwhen Steve here went in to switch the guitars?” Dustin winks at you.

“And it's only natural that I'd want to rescue one of the family, from a place where people were getting literally ripped to pieces…was that entirely necessary, Eddie?” Steve frowns at him.

“I’m a passionate guy, Steve, with a code by the way. I didn’t chase down anyone that ran, I just wanted to find Y/N, but they tried to stop me, and then I didn’t kill anyone after that…OK techincally two more, but those fucks deserved it,” Eddie added.

“So where are we heading to anyway?” you ask.

“One of my islands” Dustin answers, “The kids are all already on their way there.”

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[rottingfever]

a relationship should be mutually beneficial. he kills my enemies and i lick the blood off him afterwards.

#gay people #mlm #violence but sexy #vampire #vampcore #vampire aesthetic #vampirecore #t4t #chainshipping #serrenedy #interview with the vampire #and yknow what #hannibal nbc

[prokopetz]

See, I think modern vampire fiction that tries to go old-school by focusing on the dirt thing is missing the point.

For the folkloric beasties that literary vampires are based on, there’s nothing special about dirt. Their weakness is that they’re compelled to return to their grave each day. Basically, they’re like sneaky zombies, rising from their grave each night to prey on the living, then returning to their grave each dawn and stealthily re-burying themselves, leaving no sign they’d ever been gone. The art of old school vampire-hunting thus revolves mostly around going down to the graveyard and figuring out which grave has the vampire in it.

(This is also the origin of the stake-through-the-heart business, incidentally: once you figured out which grave had the vampire in it, you’d drive a giant wooden spike through the corpse and into the earth below, preventing it from rising by literally nailing it into its grave!)

With an understanding of the trope’s folkloric origin, it becomes clear that what literary vampires are doing with the coffin-full-of-dirt thing is rules-lawyering their curse. A vampire must return to its grave each dawn, and apparently a coffin with a bit of the vampire’s native soil in the bottom counts as its grave, at least for this particular purpose.

Thus, if our objective is to call back to or modernise that trope, the coffin is not the point. The dirt is not the point. The point is the occult rules-lawyering: what exactly can I convince whatever force or agency governs the vampiric curse counts as “my grave”?

#media #vampires #tropes #magic #folklore #rules lawyering #semantics #violence mention #death mention

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I was about to be forced to fight a vampire in an arena. We agreed to act like we were in a relationship to make everyone watching feel guilty.

#dream #violence tw #fighting #vampire

[teaboot]

when I was 13 I was on fictionpress dot net when I read a story about a pack of werewolves that wore silver ear piercings to show their rank in the pack and the more hoops you had the higher your rank was and if you were demoted they just ripped them out and I thought that was so fuckin metal that I pierced one of my own ears several times on one side using a leather needle and a bunch of dollar store studs and am still lopsided to this day

no real moral to this story but original werewolf romance fiction writer from 2009ish if you're out there I hope you're still making cool shit

#Piercings #Werewolves are cooler than vampires btw that is my stance on the subject forever #If you're gonna be a creature subsisting on violence and terror than you might as well cut loose right #Most unrealistic thing about vampires is that they're always shown dressed all fancy #Not me you'd have to hunt me down to get me in a blouse #Hell you'd be lucky to get me in pants

[shapelytimber]

Hellsing wives !!

the end of Hellsing is my roman empire

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Bonus sketch, process and rambling below vvv

I don't usually share my sketches, but this one was cute :))

Hello welcome to my rambling zone, I have the bad habit of taking notes during the night because I'm an insomniac- enjoy ! And remember everything here is just my opinion written at 5am

I have a lot of conflicting feelings about Seras, because on one hand there is a lot I hate about her character :

-I *hate* her design. She is sexualized in a way that makes me really uncomfortable

-She is always the character that brings the worst part of the show (especially in the beginning) : the humor (and misogyny). She is treated as both the audience surrogate, and a comic relief, and that's a mix that do not work for me (and if you add the fact the humor doesn't make me laugh, and that she is more often than not treated as a pair of boobs and not a character- well it's hard for me to take her seriously)

-she was a cop (acab). And Alucard doesn't let me forget that because he calls her "police girl" the whole fucking show.... (But I can't complain about that because I kind of liked the pay off-)

-I find her romance with Pip boring (mainly because I find Pip boring I'm sorry), even tho I liked where it went. But if I find the man more interesting dead idk if that's a success.

-Her last apperance will always enrage me. After all her character growth, after you thought the writers *maybe* respected her a bit more..... One of the last thing you see from her is a panty shot. How to spit in my face for enjoying the ending ig

But on the other hand, despite all that.... The end of her character arc was kind of sick and she gets a lesbian ending lgkgkckgj so 5/10 character could be worse ig

But the shit that gets to me about all of that... is that I know Hellsing can pull off great women characters !! Integra is *right there* !!!

All of this to say I like doing fanart of mid medias I love because I get to fix some aspects of the original I didn't like <3

PS : I know Alucard is "dead" during the 30 years after the final, but you can decide if he is the dog or if they adopted a dog that reminded them of him :)

#Hellsing is my ultimate guilty pleasure #sometimes I just need to watch over the top violence on nazis it's good for my mood #and at the end the two women become wives <3 what's not to love ? (A lot don't get me started-) #hellsing #hellsing ultimate #hellsing fanart #integra hellsing #sir integra #seras victoria #alucard hellsing #sertegra #seras hellsing #lesbian vampires #lesbian #art #my art #digital art #illustration #fanart #cw guns

[nashvillethotchicken]

The fact I haven't seen that many people talk about how lestat did the exact same thing his father did to him to Claudia by forcibly removing her from the train in ep 6 is a real disservice to both Claudia and Lestat

#interview with the vampire #iwtv #familial violence is cyclical and you get these really interesting parallels in ep 1 and ep 5/6 between lestat and his own parents with how #he and louis treat claudia in ep 5 and 6 #cruel and arrogant father drags his child back to their stifling household as a way to 'appease' their mother hm where did we see this b4? #theyre all trapped not only in this house but in this generational cycle of abuse and cruelty #and while lestat tries to break out he fails bc hes not willing to kill his dad and thats where he and claudia differ #both in the metaphoric and literal sense #claudia does not have that problem. lestat has a dog in him but claudia has a wolf in her #iwtv claudia #lestat #lestat de lioncourt #claudia du pointe du lac #claudia de lioncourt

[see-arcane]

Jonathan, meeting Van Helsing for the first time: Hi! :)

Van Helsing, physically holding him up to the light to look for Signs of Shock and Headfuckery: Well, that can’t be right. I heard you were all kinds of wrecked

Jonathan: Oh, I was. But then you confirmed my two-month stay in Transylvanian Vampire Hell was real, so now I’m better :)

Van Helsing, still mentally preparing himself for a hell of a time convincing Jack that vampires are a thing: ...

Jonathan, all heroic-to-vengeful sunshine: Are we going to fuck up the Count now? :)

Van Helsing, close to tears: God, yes

#it really is objectively hilarious that the first young ~rational~ people Van Helsing runs into who are down for vampire violence #are these two seemingly mild-mannered nerds #rather than the stalwart young men back home who he still has to convince of the threat #Jack: Vampires are bullshit ESPECIALLY Lucy being one #Jonathan and Mina: I will stake Dracula with a fountain pen if need be :) #jonathan harker #abraham van helsing #dracula #dracula daily

[indelicateink]

lestat 'please pay attention to me, louis' de lioncourt

#iwtv #interview with the vampire #amc iwtv #lestat de lioncourt #lestat wishes louis would choose (sex and) violence

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

Give us a WIP quote!

THE Mrs. Scarvenartist herself wants to read MY writing? oh my goodness...

this is from my current pet project, a really dark (for me at least in that it doesn't have any kind of happy or hopeful ending) vampire story that doesn't currently have a name. it's loosely inspired by a couple of MCR songs so my document name for it is "tragic vampire rock opera" lol.

Kal slides a knife blade along the bottom edge of the window jamb until it hits the solid unstoppable force of the latch. Lucky her, she's an immovable object, and her knife has a thin blade. She jiggles it until she can feel the latch start to shift. When the lock releases, it slams back into the window with a loud smack she can hear even through the thick glass. She winces at the noise and places her palms flat against the window, leaning forward to lift the sliding pane. It slides open and settles with a soft thump and she climbs inside, knife still in hand.

Matty is stating at her, sitting on her bed and watching quietly as she makes her way inside, drops her things, and begins to pull her boots off.

"What?"

"Where've you been?" Matty asks, her voice low and accusing. She's cross-legged on her bed with the covers still made and a magazine open in front of her. All the lights are off except for the dim bedside lamp.

Kal drops her knife and her coat on her own bed. "Out."

#hehehehehe I love this story actually #it's very fun to write even though it is a tragedy #Lu rambles #asks #Lu writes #vampire violence #is my tag for this I believe

[thebramblewood]

It takes the patience of a saint (or a fool) to put up with a century of this.

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Just a note to say this is not a historical story and I'm not aiming for 100% period accuracy with this or any upcoming flashbacks. Please don't call me out if you notice any anachronisms!

Bartender: Sir, that’s the finest whiskey you’ll find in this city! In times like these, you shouldn’t let a single drop go to waste!

Caleb: [hisses disapprovingly] For God’s sake, Lilith! You’re barely a block away. It’s reckless of you. People could see.

Lilith: Oh, what does it matter? I was hungry, and it’s so dreadfully dull lurking in the shadows.

Caleb: You’re already blood drunk, by the looks of it.

Lilith: [grins impishly] Don’t spoil the mood, brother. Do you want in or not? He's dregs by now, but he may have enough left for a sip or two.

Lilith: Gosh, hunting for two really wipes a girl out. When will you start finding your own meals? It’s been years, and you’re no less squeamish. I never would have turned you if I knew you were going to be such a pussy about it!

Caleb: You’re growing too coarse, Lilith. It’s unbecoming of-

Lilith: Of a lady? We are vampires! How many times must I remind you of that? The rules of polite society no longer apply.

Caleb: We should have never gone to Straud. He changed you.

Lilith: He did nothing of the sort! I’m speaking only for myself when I tell you this existence is a gift. Why eternally tether yourself to petty human concerns when you can so easily choose to rise above them? Remember, I didn’t have to give this to you. But I thought you could handle it. The old man had reservations, as you very well know, but I told him you would rise to the occasion. Don’t make me eat my words. Wouldn't it be a shame to prove that dusty old windbag right?

#ts4 #sims 4 #ts4 story #sims 4 story #simblr #story: hzid #caleb vatore #lilith vatore #finally the infamous pussy line (does anyone remember when i teased it a while back??) #btw i DID look it up to see how long it's been in usage lol #i wanted lilith to come across a bit more playful here with flashes of brutality #she was always patronizing in that know-it-all older sibling way but it didn't turn cruel until after caleb transformed #and didn't become the sort of vampire she wanted him to be #(but also she maybe secretly resents him because he reminds her of the humanity she'd rather pretend she no longer has) #blood tw #violence tw #death tw

[prans-micellar-water]

The way that Olrox’s heritage and romance completely recontextualized his character. We first meet him when he kills Julia, and that’s bad no matter how you look at it, right? Wrong. Julia is a white European who came to the Americas and killed Olrox’s Mohican lover. Olrox retaliated, which is bad, yes, but how else was he going to get justice? No government would ever try a vampire hunter for the murder of a vampire, and no government would prosecute a white woman for harming a Native American. People like her were committing a state-sanctioned genocide. Even the suggestion of legal justice is ridiculous on its face. Julia’s death was wrong in the sense that violence doesn’t solve violence, in the sense that revenge begets revenge, but that’s it IMO. Olrox didn’t go any further—he didn’t torture her, he didn’t kill her son, AFAIK he didn’t kill anyone else that day. The only time we see him kill another human is in France when he kills a European noblewoman, the exact kind of person who profited most from the violence inflicted on him and his people. What I’m saying is that I’m dead serious when I say Olrox did nothing wrong

#Castlevania: Nocturne #Olrox #castlevania spoilers #nocturne spoilers #from Olrox’s perspective I’m sure that killing Julia was very similar to Annette killing the slavemaster vampire #like obviously there’s a difference in magnitude of violence (i.e. AFAIK Julia didn’t literally enslave anyone) #but that doesn’t change the fact that a victim of colonization getting revenge on their oppressor is totally understandable actually

[steddieas-shegoes]

crawl home to you

for @steddiesongfics february song 'work song' by hozier

rated e | 5,223 words | full tags on ao3

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Steve should never have kissed him. He knew that now.

While Eddie was dying, bleeding out on the ground of their version of Hell, the only thing Steve felt he could do to help him was kiss him. It was quick, just a peck on the lips, lingering only for a moment. Their eyes never even closed.

Steve wanted to take in every remaining moment that Eddie had.

There was nothing else he could do, just hold him, try to whisper comfort that may not have even been heard.

Dustin was yelling to save him, but there was no way to do that. His injuries were too severe, he’d already lost too much blood. Moving him now would just kill him faster and more painfully. Nancy and Robin were trying to hold Dustin back, but their tears were making it harder to maintain any control.

When Eddie was gone, Steve set him back down on the ground.

“We have to get out of here,” he said, biting back the sob he could feel in his throat.

“We can’t leave him! Steve, please,” Dustin begged.

“We can come back for him once we check on everyone else. I promise. I’m not letting him stay here,” Steve lifted Dustin in his arms, ignoring his protests.

******

When they finally managed to sneak through the safest gate, Eddie’s body was gone.

Steve fell to his knees, silently begging any higher power to make him appear.

But Robin’s hand on his shoulder and Jonathan’s voice by his side made him stand up and leave.

He was gone.

He couldn’t even bring his body back to bury it properly.

He’d made another mistake.

******

Nobody moved on quickly, but Steve seemed to feel the most guilt. It was written all over his face anytime someone mentioned Eddie, it was in the way he visited Eddie’s uninhabited grave every weekend to clean it and leave flowers, it was there when he wore the battle vest around town, still bloodstained and obvious.

No one commented on it. Only Robin ever saw him cry over it.

Only Robin knew that part of his guilt was from not saying how he felt before Eddie died.

The kiss was too late and the words were nonexistent, and now Steve had to live with the missed chance.

******

It was a hot summer day when things changed.

It was subtle at first, the sky darker than usual and the air stagnant.

He got ready for his day, skipping the vest since he’d be volunteering and “bloodstains scared the children.”

And then he heard a crash outside, followed by yelling and banging on his front door.

“Steve!” “Open up!” “Code red!”

Steve ran downstairs and threw open the front door.

“It’s time,” Dustin said.

“Now?” Steve asked, incredulous. How had they not had more warning?

They all thought El and Will would be able to sense more of the Upside Down leading up to Vecna’s return, even Dr. Owens had mentioned a possibility of signs for days or even weeks leading up to his return.

How could they all have been so wrong?

“Where are we meeting?” He asked, running through a checklist in his mind of everything he would need to bring with him. Most of the emergency things he planned on having were already in his car, but it helped him keep the nerves at bay to have something to do.

“The cabin. It’s closest to the gate we can use. El’s already there with Will and Hopper getting what they can done. We don’t know how long we actually have.”

“Do they feel him?” Steve had to ask, had to know.

“El said she’s not sure if it’s Vecna or the mindflayer, and Will thinks it’s just the entire hivemind, but yeah. They do feel something. They expected it to be stronger so Nancy thinks something is messing with their connection,” Lucas said.

Steve nodded and told them to load their bikes in his trunk while he finished grabbing some things.

Most of what they would wear was already at the cabin, but he couldn’t do this without a piece of Eddie.

He slipped the vest on and laced up his boots. He put the only ring he had of Eddie’s on his ring finger, the only one it would fit on.

He checked the mirror once to make sure he didn’t look like he was falling apart at the seams.

The black shadows under his eyes and greasy hair would have to be alright.

******

They split up, but differently this time. One group stayed with El, protecting her while she protected the world. One group stayed with Will in the Upside Down.

Steve insisted on being part of the group in the Upside Down.

He carried his nail bat while Robin carried a flamethrower. She had lessons and everything.

Joyce had a rifle loaded with special bullets that exploded into actual flames upon impact, something Dustin and Suzie had cooked up over the last month to try to gain any leverage they could.

Nancy and Jonathan were ahead of them, rifles in hand to fire warning shots if they saw anything before Will felt it.

Will was quiet, but he’d been pretty quiet since he’d arrived in Hawkins.

It was eerily quiet, more than they were expecting. They’d come in thinking they’d be fighting off demobats and demodogs constantly, but so far they were met with nothing but falling ash and the occasional sound of a tree limb breaking.

“Are we sure he’s still here?” Steve finally asked.

“He’s here. I can feel him. He’s just being quiet, waiting,” Will answered. That was the most he’d said all day.

So they continued.

A gunshot went off.

Everyone froze.

Jonathan yelled to them that something was nearby.

“It can’t be him. He’s still too distant,” Will said as Joyce stood in front of him.

“Unless he’s messing with you,” Robin whispered. “He knows we’re on high alert, right? He knows we’re strong and we aren’t just gonna give up. He’s not gonna let himself be known until he’s certain he’s got us in our weakest spot.”

Will nodded. “I don’t think he has that much control over what I can feel, though.”

“He has a lot more control over all of you than you think,” a voice said from to their left.

All weapons were pointed towards it except for Steve’s, who would recognize that voice in any situation, no matter how insane.

“Eddie?” He pushed everyone out of the way and moved towards the voice.

“Wait!” Eddie said from the shadows, barely an outline visible in the darkness. “Don’t come closer yet.”

“Why not?” Steve felt Robin’s hand on his shoulder, comforting and holding him back at the same time.

“I’m not…Steve.” Something in his tone told Steve to actually listen to him, to not push.

“Can you at least let me know if you’re alright?” Steve was scared to actually believe this was Eddie.

Eddie was dead. His body was missing.

If this wasn’t actually Eddie, Steve wouldn’t handle it well. He’d do what he needs to make sure everyone gets out of here, but after that?

Who knows.

Eddie sounded like he was cursing under his breath, which felt like such an Eddie thing, Steve couldn’t help smiling a little.

Maybe the world would end today, maybe he’d die, maybe everyone would die. But right now, Steve felt Eddie’s presence, and that was something worth dying for.

“Okay, this is gonna sound like a trap.” Eddie cursed again. “But I don’t know if I can be trusted near anyone except Steve.”

“Yeah, hard pass,” Robin said as she tugged Steve back. He’d already put one foot forward like he was actually going to get closer. “If I can’t see you, you’re not getting any closer to him.”

“That’s what I thought you’d say,” Eddie sighed. “I just need you to not freak out if I come out there.”

“Why would we-” Steve started to ask as Eddie stepped out of the shadows.

It was still pretty dark, but it was easy enough to see the outline of him.

In many ways, he looked the same, still pale, still long dark curls, still wearing the clothes he’d died in. But there were things Steve noticed immediately.

His wounds seemed healed, which should be impossible. Well, he shouldn’t even be alive, but even still, there should be way more scars covering his face and neck. His eyes were nearly black, not the deep brown they’d been before the life left them in Steve’s arms. When he opened his mouth to speak, his teeth were pointed, sharp.

“I don’t want to hurt anyone. But I haven’t been around anyone since-” He gestured to himself. “And I’m not sure how much control I have.”

“What…are you?” Nancy asked from behind them.

“I wanna say vampire, but nothing is really that simple, so blood-thirsting creature who hasn’t had blood since he discovered he needed it.” Eddie flashed his teeth. “I’ve got no heartbeat, which is weird. And I can hear what Steve’s thinking.”

“What?” Steve asked, almost too shocked by seeing Eddie to actually process what he was saying.

“Your thoughts have been like, the only thing keeping me alive. No blood yet, remember?”

“How does that even work?” Joyce asked, hand on Steve’s arm. “Did you feel anything strange?”

“No,” Steve answered, not taking his eyes away from Eddie. “So you…you know?”

“Yeah, Stevie. I know,” Eddie took one step closer and paused, closing his eyes. “I don’t wanna get any closer to anyone. But I know for a fact that I wouldn’t hurt you.”

“You know how that sounds, right?” Will finally spoke up.

“Yeah, Will the Wise, I do. Which is why I won’t push. But I think something happened when Stevie here kissed me while I was bleeding out in his arms and I’m pretty sure that I would actually die if I hurt him,” Eddie said.

Everyone looked to Steve, who could no longer think of a single reason not to go to Eddie.

Robin seemed hesitant to let him go, but he smiled at her and said to trust him. They all had plenty of weapons if something went wrong.

He walked closer, his only thought being able to actually touch Eddie again, maybe kiss him when he wasn’t dying.

“I wouldn’t be opposed,” Eddie said quietly as Steve stopped right in front of him. He seemed taller, just a couple inches, but definitely noticeable. “Gotta watch the teeth though. They’re pretty sharp.”

“It’s really you,” Steve reached a hand out to cup his cheek. Eddie nuzzled against his palm. “You came back.”

“I’ll always crawl home to you, Stevie.”

“How did this happen?” He whispered, his hand dropping to Eddie’s chest. He really didn’t have a heartbeat. “How are you here?”

“I don’t really know. I woke up and got flashes of your thoughts, and then my own memory kicked in and all I could think about was getting back to you.” Eddie leaned forward until his forehead touched Steve’s. “It killed me to hear how much you were hurting and I couldn’t do anything.”

“Why couldn’t you come through the gate?” Steve asked, fingers curling into Eddie’s shirt. “Why didn’t you come to us when we came to get your body?”

“Every time I tried to leave, I would pass out. One of those times was when I could hear your thoughts about coming to get me and I wanted to meet you at the gate, but I blacked out somewhere by Skull Rock?” Eddie sighed. “I didn’t get to you in time.”

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” Steve sobbed.

“Hey,” Eddie cupped his face and shook his head. “You didn’t know. This isn’t your fault. If anything, you’re the reason I’m even alive-ish to begin with.”

It was like everything around them disappeared when Steve leaned up to peck Eddie’s lips.

It was even quicker than the first time, barely even a graze. But they both felt the spark.

Steve fell against his chest, his face nuzzling into his neck as he let out another sob. “I needed you.”

“I know. I’m here now,” Eddie said.

Steve hadn’t realized how much it was true, how much he did need Eddie this whole time. The grief he’d felt was beyond what he should’ve felt, more than what even some of the people closest to Eddie had been showing. It didn’t make sense to him why he felt so much for this man he barely knew.

“It feels like I have your heartbeat in my chest,” Steve mumbled. It didn’t make any sense.

“Maybe you do, sweetheart,” Eddie kissed the side of his head. “Must’ve stolen it from me when you kissed me.”

Steve smiled against Eddie’s skin. “Maybe I did.”

“Um, not to break up…whatever this is,” Robin started. “But Will’s hearing things.”

Steve whimpered as Eddie pulled away.

“It’s okay,” Eddie said as he laced his fingers with Steve’s. “I’m right here with you.”

And it turned out, he was more help than anyone could’ve expected.

He wasn’t exactly connected to the hivemind, but he could sense Vecna. He was almost certain Vecna was the reason he passed out anytime he tried to leave.

Which Nancy had explained probably meant Vecna would need to be severely weakened or die before Eddie would be able to leave.

If Steve had to kill Vecna himself to have Eddie back, he would. He would do anything.

But since Eddie seemed connected to him, he could give them more warning than even Will could when something was going to happen.

That warning is probably what saved them and ultimately helped El get into Vecna’s mind to finish the job she started in March.

It was obvious almost immediately when she won, when they won.

Steve’s first response was to hug Robin, her tears and sweat and a little blood soaking into his shirt while he cried into her hair. He could distantly hear everyone else crying and yelling, cheers coming from the walkie that Joyce was holding.

Everyone was okay.

Robin patted his back and pulled away. “You better get to Eddie before he rips my face off.”

Steve’s brows furrowed as he looked over to Eddie. He’d distanced himself from everyone, and even though he was smiling about their victory, he looked incredibly uncomfortable.

“Hey,” Robin said, patting his cheek. “I’m happy for you. If he’s what you want, I’m glad you get to have him.”

“Thanks, Robs.”

Robin turned to pull Nancy into a hug and Steve made his way over to Eddie.

“We couldn’t have done it without you,” Steve started. “You made sure we got him before he could get us.”

Eddie’s wide eyes wouldn’t focus on him, darting from his face to his neck to behind him.

“Stevie, I-” He groaned. “I really need blood. Everyone smells so strong. I think Vecna was covering some of my hunger before.”

Steve paled. “Okay. Let’s just- okay.”

“Steve.”

“Bite me.”

“Steve!”

“No, seriously. You won’t hurt me. You can’t hurt me. And I barely even lost any blood today. Might as well let you have some.”

Eddie whined. “I-”

“Eds, look at me,” Steve guided his face towards him. “If you drink a little now, we can all leave here. You can come home. You can see Wayne. You can see the kids. You can stay with me if you want.”

Eddie nodded. “I just don’t wanna freak you out. I feel like you’re handling this too well.”

“Maybe,” Steve snorted. “But this is not even top three weirdest things to happen to me. I want you to feel like you have control again. You can be in control of your own body.”

“I don’t know what it will feel like for you. It may hurt,” Eddie said.

“It won’t hurt as much as knowing you’re suffering.”

“You would fall on a sword I’m holding if it meant I was happy, wouldn’t you?” Eddie asked, shaking his head. “How have you not died?”

“I almost have many times.” Steve cupped the back of Eddie’s head and pulled him in, tipping his head to the side so he had better access to his neck. “This won’t be one of them. You can’t hurt me.”

“Steve,” Eddie nipped at his neck. “You smell so good. I can’t-”

“Then don’t, baby. Drink.”

The moment Eddie’s teeth sunk into his skin, every surrounding noise and sight was gone from Steve’s mind. All he could think about was giving Eddie everything, whatever he needed was his.

He could feel Eddie moaning against his neck, but couldn’t quite hear it.

Eddie’s arms were around his waist, holding him up while he took the blood he needed.

Steve lost track of time, lost track of everything except the way Eddie’s lips felt against his pulse point. His tongue lapped up the blood leaking from where his mouth connected to his veins.

They both shivered.

Steve blacked out.

******

“If you killed him, I swear to god Munson, I will kill you.”

Robin’s voice was the first thing Steve became aware of.

And then he felt Eddie’s fingers on his wrist, probably checking his pulse.

“‘M not dead,” he managed to say.

He was definitely in a bed, though he couldn’t be sure if it was his own. He didn’t really want to open his eyes yet.

He turned his head a few inches and let out a small whimper at the sting in his neck.

“Can’t believe you tried to eat my babysitter,” Dustin’s voice said from somewhere across the room. “After he basically saved you by kissing you. I gotta call Suzie. There’s theories on a “sleeping beauty” kiss, but there’s no actual science to back it up. Yet.”

“Dustin, please shut up,” Steve groaned. “I’m fine.”

He finally opened his eyes to emphasize his point, shocked to see almost everyone surrounding the bed he was in.

“This wasn’t really an everyone needs to be here situation, was it? I just passed out.”

“Eddie was panicking. He thought he killed you,” Lucas provided.

“But he cannot. You are soulmates,” El said from a chair on the other side of the bed. She looked exhausted, but otherwise okay. “It is impossible for him to kill you.”

“Well that’s…nice.” Steve was feeling a bit exhausted himself. “How long was I passed out?”

“Long enough to get through the gate and get you back to your house. 30 minutes maybe?” Eddie said, pulling his hand up to kiss his fingers. “I was worried I took too much.”

“No,” Steve said, certain he hadn’t. “I think it was just overwhelming. It won’t happen next time.”

“Did I hurt you?” Eddie’s voice sounded broken and unsure, like he would crumble into pieces if Steve said yes.

“No. You didn’t hurt me. I promise. It felt…good,” Steve was hesitant to say more with so many ears listening in, especially young ones. “It was just a lot.”

Eddie watched him for a moment, determining if he was lying. But he could read his thoughts, knew he wasn’t, and eventually gave a nod and another kiss to his knuckles.

“Well, since we know he isn’t dead and probably won’t be anytime soon…we should go!” Robin said because she was a good friend who knew what Steve was thinking even without the mindreading superpowers.

“But we should monitor him and make sure nothing weird happens. We don’t know what Eddie’s got going on and-” Dustin started to argue.

“Yep, he’s fine.” Hopper started to nudge everyone out the door. “We have stuff to do anyway. Eddie can watch him. He’ll call if anything weird happens, right?”

“Right,” Eddie answered, not taking his eyes off of Steve.

As everyone filtered out of the room, Steve blinked back at Eddie, fond smile spreading across his face.

“You need any more?” Steve asked when the door closed.

“You’re joking,” Eddie laughed, but there was no amusement in it. “I could have actually killed you. I’d never drank before and you tasted so good, Steve. You have no idea how hard it was to stop. And then you passed out! I almost had them bring you to the hospital!”

“I’m fine! I passed out because it felt good.”

“Steve. No one passes out like that just because something felt good.”

“Well, it did! It felt kinda like having five orgasms at once. Except kinda different, too. Like I wasn’t quite over the edge?” Steve shook his head. “Either way, I’m okay and it felt good and if you need more, you can have more.”

“I don’t need more right now,” Eddie sighed. “But I know I will. We’ll figure out what to do to make sure you get enough vitamins so I can drink from you next time.”

“Mhm. Sounds good,” Steve closed his eyes and tugged Eddie’s hand to rest on his chest, where his heart was beating against his ribs. “Feels like you’re part of me.”

“Yeah. You feel it too?”

“El said we’re soulmates?” Steve opened his eyes again and found Eddie’s gazing back at him already.

“I don’t know, but there’s definitely a connection. A pretty strong one. I don’t think we can ignore it,” Eddie admitted, almost apologetic.

“I wouldn’t want to. I should’ve told you before how much I wanted to get to know you,” Steve felt tears in his eyes. “You didn’t deserve to only know after you were already dead.”

“I’m not dead. I’m here with you.”

“But I watched you die. I thought you were dead. I mourned you with the kids. Robin had to stay with me for a week straight because I could barely sleep, blamed myself for everything. You must have heard all of that.”

“I think I heard a lot of it. You tortured yourself. I wanted to come here and tell you I was okay so many times. I tried so many times,” Eddie kissed his forehead. “But I’m here now. You’re mine now. I’m yours. We can figure out what this means for us.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, sweetheart.”

“Will you get in bed with me?” Steve asked.

“To sleep?”

“Eventually,” Steve smirked. “Remember when I said I was still on the edge?”

Eddie snorted. “I’m not fucking you tonight. No way.”

“Why not?” Steve pouted.

“Because it should be special and because you’ve already been through enough today,” Eddie chuckled. “You can wait a day or two.”

“Can we at least make out a little?” Steve tried to compromise.

“Will you get some rest after?”

“If you make me tired enough.”

“I didn’t know I’d end up with Steve Harrington, The Brat.”

“You’re the one who pointed out I was a spoiled rich kid,” Steve argued, turning on his side so that Eddie could climb into bed next to him. “I’m used to getting what I want.”

Steve hadn’t felt this light in a long time, maybe even years.

Eddie must have sensed it, his beaming smile lighting up the room, his sharp teeth glistening in the low lamplight.

His lips crashed against Steve’s, his arms pulling Steve closer and then on top of him as he rolled onto his back.

Steve moaned into his mouth, licking past his lips and across his fangs.

He could almost still taste his own blood in Eddie’s mouth.

He rolled his hips forward, cock already straining against his pants. The friction was perfect, just enough to keep Steve on the edge, but not so much to make it seem like he was pushing.

He was pushing though. He wanted to see how far Eddie would go, how far they could get tonight even with the events of the day behind them and the exhaustion sinking in.

Eddie nipped at his lip, just enough to break skin, and Steve whimpered.

“Shit, sorry. Forgot how sharp these things are,” Eddie pulled away and thumbed away the blood.

“It’s good, I like it,” Steve gasped out. He pulled Eddie’s thumb to his mouth and sucked on it. “Bite me anywhere.”

“Sweetheart…”

“Please, I’ll be good. You don’t have to drink. Just…bite me.”

Eddie held him still for a minute, his eyes searching his face.

“I have an idea.”

Steve nodded. “Anything.”

“Ever fingered yourself?” Eddie asked casually.

“Um, kind of? I mean I have, but I got frustrated with the angle pretty quick.” Steve suddenly caught up to what Eddie was suggesting. “Are you gonna finger me?”

“If you have lube.”

Steve sat up, nearly falling back over from a head rush. Once he managed to stay upright, he reached over into his bedside table and moved a couple things over to get the lube.

He handed it to Eddie and started to get off of him, but Eddie’s hands grabbed his hips and stilled him.

“Nope, like this. I want you to ride my fingers,” Eddie smirked. “You can find what feels good like this. Use me to get off.”

“Is that what your idea was?” Steve gulped. He’d never done anything like this before and wasn’t sure he’d do it right.

“No, but it’ll make my idea more fun,” Eddie squeezed his hips. “But we can stop anytime, okay? Even if it’s just because you’re too tired.”

“I’m not.”

“Love, you defeated an alternate dimension and its super evil guy today. Plus, I drained you of a pint or two of blood. You can be tired,” Eddie opened the cap of the lube. “You wanna get undressed?”

Steve rushed to pull his shirt off, and quickly stood up to remove everything else. Eddie tried not to laugh at his eagerness; It was honestly pretty endearing.

Once he was naked, he got back on Eddie’s lap. “Are you gonna get undressed?”

“Not right now. This is all about you, sweetheart.”

Steve’s blush went down to his chest, and Eddie was ready to proclaim his love to anyone who would hear it. He didn’t care how ridiculous it was; He loved Steve and his beautiful red glow.

He hadn’t mentioned it to him yet, but Eddie could hear the blood rushing in his veins, could hear his heart pounding even from across the room. He could almost feel every breath in his own lungs.

He spread the lube across his fingers as he helped Steve scoot up enough to make this easier for both of them.

Steve’s breath hitched as he circled his hole, and Eddie heat rushing to the places his fingers brushed against.

He pushed a finger in slowly, slow enough that it felt like Steve’s entrance was making his finger a part of him. Steve let out a long, low moan as he pushed himself down further, until Eddie’s knuckle was resting against him.

“You were made for me, weren’t you?” Eddie said in awe. He’d done this plenty, but never like this, and never with someone who wanted him this badly. “Taking me like you’re starving for it.”

“Am starving for it. Need you,” Steve moved his hips forward and back, barely riding Eddie’s finger.

Eddie pulled his finger out and replaced it with two, trying to take it slow, but Steve wouldn’t let him.

“Oh fuck,” Steve whined when Eddie crooked both his fingers inside him, brushing against his prostate repeatedly as Steve’s hips started moving again.

His cock was leaking, dripping precome down his length and onto Eddie’s stomach. He couldn’t wait to have a taste of it later. Soon, if the way Steve’s heart kept skipping a beat was any indication.

“You want another?” Eddie asked him, somehow feeling breathless despite the fact he may or may not even need to breathe.

“Please,” Steve begged. “Need to be full.”

“You want me to fill you up?” Eddie stretched him open around three fingers, going a bit slower this time when Steve tightened around him. “How much can you take? Think you can do four fingers? Think you can have my whole cock in there next to a couple fingers?”

Steve nodded, though Eddie was pretty sure he had no idea he was doing it. He wasn’t picking up any actual thoughts from him right now, which was definitely good for his ego, but a little concerning.

“Hey,” Eddie paused with his fingers inside him, his free hand against Steve’s chest. “Let me see those pretty eyes.”

Steve blinked his eyes open and Eddie was gifted with a few random thoughts about how nice his fingers felt and how much he wanted to come.

“You wanna come on my fingers?” Eddie asked.

“Mhm.”

Eddie thrust his fingers in and out a few more times before tugging Steve down.

The new angle caused him to nearly scream, Eddie’s fingers putting constant pressure against his prostate as his cock got trapped between them.

“Gonna test something. Can I bite you?” Eddie whispered against his ear.

“Fuck, yes,” Steve agreed, tilting his head to the side like the good boy he was.

Eddie stilled his fingers, but kept them as deep inside Steve as he could. He leaned forward and breathed in the scent of Steve, his sweat, the lingering smell of his body wash from his last shower barely clinging to his skin, his blood.

His teeth found their mark and he bit down, groaning as he broke the skin and tasted the first drop of blood on his tongue.

He didn’t suck, didn’t need to. He lapped at the droplets of blood as he felt Steve tense, let out a high-pitched whimper, and warmth coat both their stomachs and chests.

He pulled off immediately, pulled his fingers out so he could wipe them off on the sheets.

“Fuck, sweetheart, that was perfect. You were perfect for me,” Eddie kissed his neck, his shoulder, the side of his head. “Can’t believe I get to do that.”

“Mmm…again?” Steve’s raspy voice breathed out against his shoulder.

Eddie laughed. “Not tonight, beautiful boy. I need you to rest. You did so good.”

“Mhm. You too.”

Eddie laughed again. How did this become his life? Or death? Undeath? Whatever.

He didn’t have the heart to move Steve, but he knew they’d end up literally stuck together with dried cum if he didn’t at least wipe them down. He managed to lift Steve enough to wipe them off with the sheet, but it wasn’t perfect and they’d definitely need to shower as soon as they woke up.

Eddie had changed as soon as he got to Steve’s house at everyone’s insistence, but he had yet to shower, and he was pretty certain the only reason he didn’t smell worse was because he technically wasn’t alive to produce any body odor.

He turned his head to look into the bathroom.

Steve had a huge bathtub. They could share in the morning.

For now, Eddie ran his fingers up and down Steve’s back as he fell asleep on top of him.

“Thanks for kissing me, sweetheart,” he whispered before closing his eyes and letting out any of the tension he’d been holding onto.

Tomorrow, they’d find a way to explain his presence to Wayne, and he’d really be back home.

But tonight, he’d let the weight of Steve and his love cover him up.

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My Familiar’s Ghost part 54

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ID: 1a. Medium shot on a splattered red background as Guillermo turns his back to the viewer and swings his sword at Nandor two handed like a baseball bat. Nandor puts up his guard, hanging his sword right again to block. He snarls at Guillermo and admits, 'I didn't even want to marry Marwa!' 1b. Repeat. Sword still pressed to Guillermo's, Nandor levels it horizontally and begins to push back against him, gripping it at one end in both fists. Guillermo matches him, pushing back with one palm braced on either end of his sword. Nandor curls his lip and snaps, 'It was the loneliest I had ever felt in my life, and you did not even notice! You would barely look at me!' 1c. Repeat. They spin around slowly in place, pushing against each other's swords, getting closer as their elbows bend to the pressure, matched in strength. Nandor is now on the left with Guillermo on the right. Guillermo hisses wordlessly up at Nandor. Nandor shouts, getting more agitated, 'Then you go out and get bitten by some other vampire when you had not even discussed the matter with me in over a year!'

2a. Close up, of them both in profile, faces only inches apart, cracking swords braced between their chests and trembling with force. Guillermo glares up at Nandor, fangs bared and gritted together. Nandor glares straight back, snarling, I was ready to give you everything...' 2b. Zoom out, the splattered background turning to airbrushed red with a glowing yellow center, Nandor and Guillermo reduced to backlit silhouettes. Nandor continues, bellowing, 'but you didn't want it anymore!' With a burst of strength, he lashes out with a wide left handed arc that snaps both their swords in half, pieces flying upwards, and sends Guillermo stumbling back. /end ID

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