Keep You From The Cold
First KIll (Prompt B1 )
Warnings: Vampire Eddie Munson, Blood and Gore, Gore, Serial Killers, Angst, Love, Fluff, Body Horror, Blood and Injury, Blood, Implied Sexual Content, Intimacy, Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Word Count: 9,155
@eddiemunsonbingo
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Steve tastes delicious.
No.
Eddie scribbles it out in his brain.
Steve is delectable. His blood tastes so good he must be descended from the bloodline of the gods themselves. If he could, it would be all Eddie would consume for the rest of his immortal life because he’s never tasted anything that was wholly satisfying and never enough, all in the exact rapturous moment. Maybe a Reese's peanut butter cup might be close from his mortal life, but in this life, the stuff that keeps Steve alive and Eddie functioning is his greatest addiction, or at least that’s what he thought.
Lately, he can feel something else that he yearns for, and for the longest time, he cannot explain it. It always happens when Steve is in a post-pleasure haze, and Eddie is feeding because those times are when he tastes so good it makes Eddie's eyes roll back into his head and sends heated shocks of pins and needles all over his usually wintry pallid body. As if he’s consuming Steve’s sensations for his own, and as those feelings flow through him like he’s radiating pure bliss from the inside out, he’ll hit that peak with a full body jolt that makes him unwillingly detach and throw his head back.
Then right there, both of them dumbfounded and hazy, the darkest want of Eddie’s creeps its way to the front of his mind. Infernal invisible voices hiss their forked tongues into his ears, whispering at him to do the unthinkable, begging him to keep going. Just a little more. It won’t hurt him. Eddie knows its lies as he looks down at his lover. No, not simply his lover, his love, his heart, his cosmos, his reason for staying and not walking out into the sunlight the first chance he gets, because of the mere thoughts that Steve will grow old and he will not, torturously flay what is left of his very soul to ribbons. But no matter how he feels for Steve or how hard he fights it every single time, the temptation is always there.
Part of him doesn’t want to feed from anyone else. It wouldn’t be the same, it would feel like being unfaithful almost, but Eddie wants to take more with each feed. The problem is Steve always lets him, and each time he can see, it takes longer for Steve to recover. He’s so tired these days.
So Eddie’s tried spreading out the feeds, but that only makes him more hungry, desperate and irresponsible when the time comes, and those agonisingly tempting demonic voices only get louder.
Eddie knows what they want, and he’s suspected for some time that it is more than immortality that is the catch to this whole vampire thing. He’d never want to tell Steve or anyone, for that matter, but he has a hunger for power and control that no humanoid should have. He desires to take something’s life. And that goes against the very core of who Eddie is, or maybe that should be, was.
The only times Eddie had ever lashed out were in defence. He literally would not hurt a fly. Since he was a kid, Eddie was the bug-remover, self-appointed because he couldn't stand to see any of them get killed by a rogue newspaper, swatter or spray. Even when he’d been on the run, he only fought to survive, and even then, it wouldn’t have been to kill. It was simply to allow enough time to get away again.
The excuse he gives to Steve is that he’s concerned about feeding on him all the time. He should find other sources and save Steve for special occasions. It's a stupidly lame excuse, and at first, Steve protests, but then he ultimately buys it, but that's a pro to this vampire gig. The deception came easily, and people fell over themselves to believe you. He thought it might be some kind of subconscious hypnosis, but vampire lore was so varied it was difficult to know what to believe, and with no other fanged friends around to ask, it was very much reading plus trial and error. Even with a pile of excuses, it still feels wrong to deceive Steve, but the alternative is more than Eddie can bear. He can’t imagine the horror on his face if he told him the truth.
Eddie creates a code that allows him to eliminate only those whose absence could lead to a better world. He has a history of misjudging people, and being a vampire does not provide a clear distinction between good and bad people, only their current thoughts.
The other thing about telepathy is people don’t always think linearly. Some people have a thought, and then another will jump in on that making an impossible garbled mess, like many voices talking at once. Like the time he was practising with Robin and all she needed to do was think of a colour, and she totally did, it was lilac, but then Eddie could hear everything else. How some people believed it was bad luck to bring indoors, or how the scent of it was intoxicating, like Nancy’s perfume, she was sure there might be lilac or violets in that, or how the god pan had chased a nymph who disguised herself as a lilac tree. Robin wished she could pursue her nymph through Ancient Greece and…
“Oh my god, stop! Stop thinking! Jesus H Christ, it’s lilac,” Eddie remembers whimpering in distress and immediately stomping over to Steve, who was washing up at the sink, for a reassuring hug, “It's fucking lilac,” Eddie mumbled buried between Steve’s shoulder blades, who instantly dropped what he was doing and turned around to comfort him in an embrace.
“Robin! What did you do?” Steve scolded as he stroked over Eddie’s newly impossibly soft hair.
“I thought of a colour, just like he asked me to,” she protested, and Eddie turned his head to look at her and frowned deeply. He thinks about it, exposing her secret crush on Nancy because the pain in his head from all the overlapping thoughts he’d just consumed was awful, but when they lock eyes, she realises and blinks nervously, and her eyes shift to Steve. So he doesn’t say a word about it. He just tries to unlink their minds as quickly as possible.
So Eddie needed to enlist help, someone who could point him in the right direction, and that’s how he’d found himself here in the night's still.
Eddie smooths down his clothes. He hasn’t gone too fancy. He just made himself palatable. A plain black T-shirt with no scary band name or imagery on it. A not yet ripped pair of black Levi’s that Steve got for him, and on account of the walk from the roadside, his black army surplus boots. He could check how he looks in the window reflection but doesn’t for two reasons, he can’t see it (so that little nugget of lore was correct), and he’s had it confirmed by Robin Buckley, non-man-eater herself, that he was now beautiful.
He reaches out to knock at the door. It swings open with no one there, and Eddie steps inside. Calls out cautiously in the dimly lit living room, “Helloooooo, anyone home?” there is no reply for a few seconds until a face appears out of a door frame, nearly scaring him half to death, well, if he wasn’t technically dead already.
He smiles wide at the beaming face and curled hair of the girl in front of him and bows low, “Master Jedi Jane.”
“Pretty Dead Eddie,” She giggles, returns the bow and laughs as she disappears back into her room and re-emerges with some comic books.
Eddie flops down onto the sofa, “Where’s your Dad? I saw his car out front.”
“In the bathroom,” she nods towards it, copies Eddie’s flop down onto the sofa next to him, throws the comics in his lap, turns towards the bathroom, and yells, “Dad!! Eddie is here!!”
He’s probably not supposed to listen, but he heightens his hearing, anyway. An excellent vampire ability probably evolved for hunting, provided you remember deactivating it.
“God dammit, what the fuck do I need to do to take a shit in peace around here?” There is a shuffling of fabric and a flush, and then, “Now she’s invited Count Rockula in. He can just swan on in here any time he likes!” Eddie giggles, and Jane looks up at him with a big smile.
“You were spying!” She grins knowingly.
“Maybe,” Eddie says quietly with a big grin, “How could you tell?”
Jane cups her ear and makes a twitch motion, “Your ear moved, and you were staring straight at the door, not discreet,” she rolls her eyes.
Thoroughly charmed by her lack of apprehension around him and how far she’s come on the journey from lab experiment to superhero high schooler, he replies, “I’ll be sure to work on it,” chuckling he picks up the first comic and straight away Jane is raving about it in her earnest way. She was a great kid, he tried not to, but often he felt so sorry for her after everything she must have been through.
“Munson,” Hopper says casually with a nod whilst Jane sends a little frown his way, “Sorry, old habit. How are ya, Eddie? Things going ok with…” Hopper trails off a little.
“What with being undead? Yeah, it’s going ok. Well, there is this tiny thing I was hoping to speak to you about, actually.” Eddie gives a charming grin, which affects Hopper less than everyone else. Maybe he had vampire hunter blood or something? Eddie represses the urge to sniff the air to avoid freaking anyone out.
“And this couldn’t wait until tomorrow?”
“Uh, it could, but, um, I’d be back here at exactly the same time tomorrow. This is the earliest I can venture out at the moment on account of the sun and all,” Eddie waves a hand gracefully through the air, the movement of which seems to capture the entirety of Hopper’s attention until he shakes it off.
“Ok, shoot,” he shrugs and folds his arms.
Eddie’s eyes cast to Jane for a second, “Sorry, master Jedi, I’d just rather you didn’t hear some of this. It’s unpleasant.” Her shoulders fall, and she looks disheartened. Gathering her comics, she heads back to her room, and Eddie knows it’s for the best but feels like a complete asshole excluding her.
Eddie tells Hopper everything, he’d pull punches, but he is desperate, and he knows the truth will get him further with this guy than any deception ever could. Obviously doesn’t tell him the intimate details, just the fact he only feeds from a willing Steve, but he’s worried about its effect on him, but also the effect on Eddie when he does feed.
Jim leans back, running his hands through his hair, “Shit, Eddie,” he looks him up and down, “So, how can I help? Are you asking me to be lunch? Because I don’t think Joyce would be ok with that. Honestly, I don’t think I’m ok with that!”
Eddie snorts out a laugh, “You’re quite safe from my Menu. I’ll just get to the point. Do you know of any persons around here that, I dunno,” he shrugs, “The world would be a better place without?”
Hopper's eyes widen, “You want me to give you an execution list?”
“Well, now that’s a little dramatic,” Eddie tries to brush it off.
“Is it, though?” Hopper pushes further.
“I get how it sounds, but I can’t make that call myself. What if I make the wrong one? You know this place. You know the people that got away with things they shouldn’t. That’s why I came to ask you and not the bartender in town, like some D&D quest,” Eddie’s voice is a mix of desperate pleading and feigned confidence. He’s trying his best not to give into his baser instincts to hypnotise Hopper into just telling him.
“Eddie,” he waits until he’s looking him directly in the eyes, “You don’t want this on your conscience, believe me. And honestly, I don’t want this on mine either, maybe. What about blood bags from the hospital?”
“Yeah, because that’s so much better. Stealing from people who might need that to survive,” he snips. Doesn’t mean to. He’s just frustrated and getting hungry.
“Yep, you’re right. That was stupid,” he huffs and slaps his knees as he stands, “let me get back to you tomorrow, ok, kid?”
Eddie nods in thanks. It was better than a straight-up no, at least, and he takes Hopper’s standing as a sign to leave.
At the door, Eddie turns back, “Thanks, man, I know it’s a wild request, I just…I don’t wanna hurt anyone that doesn’t deserve it,” he looks up into Hopper’s eyes sadly and mainly mumbles, “Steve doesn’t deserve any more hurt, right? Even if he keeps offering.”
Hopper shakes his head, “I won’t say a word, and I will look into it for you. I promise!” He holds onto the door, “Say, is that whole invite into the house thing real?”
“Nah, I can go where I want, but I swear to never come into your home unless it’s an emergency or someone opens the door first, Hop,” Eddie means it too, and Hopper salutes him goodbye.
He leaves a little disappointed he doesn't have an obvious target, but Hopper would either come back with a name or something else he wouldn’t let him down. He hadn’t so far. Hasn't even tried to stake Eddie in his sleep or anything.
“Psst,” Eddie stops in his tracks and looks around towards the voice slowly and wide-eyed. It didn't matter that he could probably destroy most people that came at him. He was jumpy by nature. It would take a long time to unlearn it, “Eddie, I know you can hear me.” He pivots on his heel and runs far too quickly towards the voice.
“What are you doing out here in the middle of the night? This place could be full of creeps!” he says with alarm, looking seriously at Jane. Then he sees it, the red streak under her nose. He bites his lips together and pushes the primal hunger down, “You’ve been doing your own spying, I see? What listening against the door with a glass not good enough for you?” He offers her his arm, “Let's get you back home.”
She doesn't take it. Folds her arms and taps her foot, “You think there is a single person in Hawkins who I could not fight and win?”
Eddie considers this, “Well, now you mention it…. But, even so. Your dad would go crazy if he knew you were out here talking to me and not in your room where you should be!” He says in a stern parental-type voice he didn't know he had in him. Steve’s doing, no doubt.
She frowns deeply at Eddie, “I can help you. I know lots!”
Eddie looks sadly at the ground and has no doubt this poor kid knows enough bad people to feed Eddie for the rest of his life, but to put the gun in her hand is unfair. He didn't want her to blame herself for anything. He puts his hand up to touch her shoulder, thinks better of it and stops. Yeah, she could blast him into next week, but she’s still a teenage girl, “Listen, sweetheart, I appreciate it, but it’s complicated. The people at the lab. I know they’re bad and given the green light. I’d slay every last one of them for you, but it's all government bullshit, and honestly, I don't want them snooping around any of us ever again. Especially not you.” He hopes she can read his earnestness.
She searches his eyes, sighs, admitting defeat, and starts walking with him back to the house, “You know what though, Double J, I’m gonna ask Steve to make sure to get you something nice next time you all go get groceries, because even though I can’t accept your help. I’m really honoured you tried.” He clasps his hands to the centre of his chest and beams.
Jane stops dead in her tracks, “I know a bad man, Eddie.”
“I heard you first time, honey. I get it, you-” he steps forward, but she doesn't follow.
“Eddie, I know a bad man that wanted to hurt Steve,” He doesn't mean to, but Eddie’s head snaps around so fast at the words it makes Jane flinch. He blinks quickly and tries to shake off whatever that was, “At the store. The bad man is at the store. He puts sugar packets in the drinks and hurts people. He wants to hurt Steve.” Eddie blinks rapidly now, trying to put any of this together in his head, “He talks to us for too long. He grabs Steve sometimes.” She reaches out, grips the back of his upper arm, and lets go.
The first thing he feels is the plummeting of his stomach, then the hard stretch of his mouth into a sneer, his hands balled into tight fists, and it feels a lot like normal jealousy or anger. That is until a white-hot heat of pure rage surges through his body. Then he hears them. Those voices in his ear. Not Steve. Our Steve. He’s ours. Only ours. It feels like the entirety of his insides are twisting and squeezing against one another to the point of rupture, letting the venom spill until it saturates every part of him.
“Who is he?” Eddie says in a voice he doesn't recognise, “Where is this fiend?” he tilts his head in an unnatural snapping motion, and Jane looks a little scared with her hand slightly raised in front of her.
“I can find him. I just need to go inside.” She says a little shakily.
“No searching!” Eddie snaps, “You will bleed!” He’s almost scaring himself, he doesn't feel in control, but he is. His voice isn’t his. He’d never snap at Jane like this. It’s like he’s in the passenger seat and is reaching over, barely getting his fingers to the controls. “Show me him. Show me what you know,” he growls.
Eddie uses his powers to see what Jane knows; clear as day, he can see through her eyes. She and Steve are at the store. He’s talking about the importance of a nutritious breakfast and that she can’t live on waffles alone. Her eyes snap to the end of the aisle to a man, not that much older than himself, taller, kinda plain looking, but he holds himself oddly. As Steve reaches up for something on the top shelf, the guy swoops in and hands Steve the box. He’s chatting away, pushing up the glasses that are sliding down his nose, and though Jane might not be able to tell, Eddie certainly can tell exactly why this guy is looking Steve up and down like that.
He can feel the fear in Jane. He can feel her charging herself up to use her power against this guy. To get him away from Steve, but she’s looking around. She's scared too.
Then his hand pats Steve’s arm.
A fresh batch of fury pulses through his body like his skeleton wants to explode out of its flesh prison, and all the while, those inner voices are chanting, ‘He’s ours.’
Steve pulls his arm away sharply, glares at the guy, and turns back to Jane, busying her out of the aisle.
Then Eddie sees, well, nothing. It's completely dark here, save for glints of light off something on the floor. Then the guy comes back into view, sitting on a stool beside a bar. It's crowded with people, but the bar and its seats are isolated. The place has no walls, roof, floor, or anything else, just like a solitary stage set in a space devoid of anything else. He tips something into one drink and hands it to the unsuspecting guy next to him.
It goes dark again.
But Eddie can hear it, the sawing. He can see the back of the man hunched over a bathtub that is finely sprayed in red, and then he holds it up, the head of the guy at the bar.
He’s seen enough.
The urgency still surges through him, but he feels more himself, and Jane doesn't look so scared now.
“Hey, I’m sorry about that. I did not mean to scare you, ok? I never want to do that.” Eddie says, crouching a little, making himself smaller than her.
“That is ok. I understand. Sometimes the anger is too big. It cannot stay inside.” She says softly, empathetically, even if her words are blocky and stiff.
“Is that why you always ask to go to the store with Steve? Because of this man?” Eddie asks, trying his best not to spit out the word man because this vile excuse for a creature makes the bile rise in him without effort.
Jane nods, and he curses his past self for getting annoyed that this kid, who had been through so much, kept calling his house every day to see if Steve was going shopping. He thought it was just because Steve could be a bit of a pushover with certain kids, and he’d spoil her, and all this time, she was protecting him. He can’t tell Steve, but if he did, he’s certain he’d pinch the bridge of his nose and leave the room to do some chore that didn’t need doing.
Eddie smiles carefully. “Listen to me, whatever happens. I chose this, not you. You understand me?” She nods, and Eddie mirrors it to seal the pact. “Enormous and contained.” He says but is met with confusion. “A word for too big could be enormous, and when something can’t stay inside something, it cannot be contained.” She blinks a few times and smiles up at him.
“Got it,” she says as he walks her back to the house. They stop just under her window. Eddie studies her face. A concern wells up in him.
“Do not spy on me tonight. Promise me.”
“I promise.” She says back, and he has to trust that.
“Need a boost up to the window?” He says, dropping his hands in front of him for her to step into. She laughs quietly and steps in, wriggling back through her window into her room, “Be good.” he points at her and smirks. She’s a teenager, she's not supposed to behave, but he knows it's the right thing to say.
“Be careful.” She says as her eyebrows push together, and she waves him goodbye.
Eddie makes quick work of tracking this guy down. There is no grey area here. This guy was evil incarnate. He has to go, and Eddie could do that. Needed to do that.
He figures he doesn't have to worry too much about wearing himself out tonight because he is gonna feast on this monster, and there was something about knowing that and the fact he was ridding the world of someone terrible that excites him.
As the van pulls up outside the supermarket. Eddie mists his way inside the office and gets the details he needs. Heads directly for the address, does not pass go, does not collect $200, and does not call Steve, even though he knows he really should. He’d be worried. He’d let future Eddie deal with an annoyed boyfriend. Besides, he didn't have the brain space right now to develop a good cover story.
He gets to the apartment complex and, with no time to waste, again uses his mist form to bypass being buzzed in and up by the door. He could easily sneak under the door and attack the guy, but he wanted to savour his revenge.
He knocks politely, but his insides are bubbling with hostility.
The door opens enough for him to make out a sliver of the guy, who, of course, has put the chain across. He, of all people, knows how dangerous it is out there.
“Oh shit. Sorry, man.” Eddie looks away with a laugh before leaning his hand against the door frame and leaning in a little. “I was looking for Joey? Is he here?”
He watches the man slowly push up his spectacles and trail his eyes over Eddie. The simmering disgust within him threatens to boil over, but he stays in character. Returns the ocular assessment, undeniably licks over his bottom lip, and tilts his head with a smirk. “Or maybe I don’t need to find Joey so quickly?” He runs his slightly lengthened fingernails in a caress down the door frame, then turns his eyes back to the slice of a man and raises an eyebrow. “Are you looking for company this evening?” He locks eyes, or rather eye, with the guy. He’s not been brave enough to take the chain off yet. Eddie takes a hand out of his pocket and runs it down his own abdomen slowly until he can hook a thumb behind his belt buckle, tugging it down slightly.
If he has to, he'll use his powers to get in, but he’d rather not waste any further energy at this point when he just wants to utilise it all to tear this thing apart. Eddie tuts, goes to move away, and he hears the chain move hurriedly. The guy holds the door open wide, Eddie swings a stride in and he locks the door behind him.
The place is at odds with itself, much like the man who lived here, the unassuming-looking homicidal maniac. It is weirdly tidy, like a picture out of a furniture catalogue, but there is no fake plastic merriment of models here. Just dingy lighting and the most odious smell.
Eddie takes a stroll around and pretends to be impressed. “Nice place you got here….” he lets the pause hang in the air and looks encouragingly over to him.
“A-Andrew,” he flusters a little, “You wanna drink? I got beers in the fridge or some bourbon?”
“Nice to meet you, Andy,” Eddie grins as he flops down onto the sofa. “Sure, why the hell not? I'm sure one little drink won't hurt, bourbon on the rocks,” he work-laughs, knowing full well that all it would take is one drink. He’s not sure if he would be immune to that stuff or not, but he’s not about to test it out now.
Eddie checks his watch. He’d be home from Hopper’s by now. Steve would know that. He doesn't have time to drag this out.
Andy is back not a minute later with their drinks and sits down right next to Eddie, which he acknowledges as an extremely bold move for someone as nervous as he appeared to be moments ago.
“I didn't get your name?” Andy asks, as his eyes zig-zag all over Eddie.
Eddie leans close to his ear, draping an arm around him, “I think you know my boyfriend,” he purrs as he glides the cold glass slowly down Andy’s cheek.
“F-figures you’d have a boyfriend,” he looks slightly disappointed, “I don’t know many guys. I'm-meet ‘em once in a club, and then they just vanish on me, ya know?”
Eddie is glad he’s so close right now because he’s not entirely sure he has the capacity to hide the ire on his face at that comment. He takes a second to let the fires in him die down a little, “Is that what you’re looking for, Andy? A boyfriend?” he croons in his ear.
“Yeah. Course. Love, ya know, someone that won’t leave ya,” his voice is drowsy, almost like he’d drugged himself, but Eddie knows it's just their proximity affecting him. Andy’s hand reaches for a strand of Eddie’s hair and curls it around his finger, and it takes all of his resistance not to hiss at this guy and rip his hand off, but he stills because he wants this guy to know. He wants this guy’s last thoughts to be, I should never have fucked around with that guy in the store, and Eddie hopes for Andy there is an afterlife where he can tell all the fiery demons of hell, whatever house he haunts, whatever bug he returns as or wherever he ends up, that no one messes with Steve Harrington, “Where do I know your boyfriend from? Is it Joey? Cus I don't know a Joey, and I’ve lived here a real long time.”
“No,” Eddie says innocently, “You know him from the store you work at,” he brushes Andy’s hair away from his neck and rubs the tip of his nose against it accidentally when he leans in to smell his blood as it pumps faster through the vessels there.
“You know I work at the store?” Eddie feels the guy bristle, “I don't know any guys there, apart from the ones I work with, and they’re all s-s-straight,” he stutters over his words as Eddie lets the tip of his tongue seek out to taste the perfect puncture point.
“Sure you do, Andy Pandy, sure you know my guy,” Eddie whispers, “He’s really pretty, tall, strong looking. Great ass,” Eddie sucks in a breath through his teeth. He can almost see the artery and vein pulsing under there, snuggled up together, ripe for the taking. He ghosts a breath over where his tongue touched his flesh and feels Andy shudder against him, “You couldn’t miss him. He’s beautiful.”
A stuttered breath leaves Andy before his words do, and it only makes Eddie want to rip him limb from limb more, “Oh god, yeah, I know that guy, comes in with a girl, buys a lot of waffles. I always help him get that real expensive muesli off the top shelf. He can n-never quite get it,” Eddie hums and runs the cool glass along his prey’s jaw.
“Bet he tries really hard though, doesn’t he, Andy, huh? Bet he reaches up so high, stretches out those long elegant fingers of his, and his little sweater rides up an inch or two, doesn’t it?” Eddie’s hushed voice spills over his pouted lips that almost ghost against his throat. He hears a deep groan spill from the man beside him as he nods shakily.
“He does, yeah, every time,” he’s almost panting. It’s disgusting, but Eddie continues to play along and murmurs in agreement. “You-you aren’t mad I look at your boyfriend like th-that?” he asks as he slides a hand onto Eddie’s thigh.
“Do I look mad to you, Andy?” Eddie says, bumping his nose against his neck. He feels him shake his head in a no, “It’d be real hypocritical if I got mad about that now, wouldn't it? I’m just the same, really, apart from a few things, obviously.” Eddie nips at his neck, but the guy hardly flinches, just a tiny jolt of surprise, but his pulse says differently. He’s very excited.
“Oh? What things are they?” Andy asks, but Eddie ignores the question.
“You a screamer, Dee? Are you loud?” Eddie asks, flicking his tongue against the skin again.
“No. But I-I could be. If you want that?” Eddie presses his lips against his neck to let his canines innocently graze over the area again.
“Of course, I wanna hear you scream for me, but we don’t want any of your neighbours listening in, do we?”
“They won't hear me. I soundproofed most of this place. They don’t hear me when I’m working on stuff.”
“They don't? Well, that's good because I definitely wanna hear everything spill out of you. Every. Last. Drop,” Eddie drags out his raspy unhurried words into his ear, finalising with a pop on the ‘p’.
“You haven't even tried your drink. It's pretty nice stuff. For the price anyways,” Eddie’s eyes narrow at this guy’s lacklustre attempt at becoming the hunter here, and it is enough for Eddie to be bored of playing with his food.
Eddie fakes a sigh and clambers into his lap, “Oh, how positively rude of me. You’re quite right. I haven't tried it,” Eddie rotates the cool glass in his fingertips and can see the slight foaming at the surface of the alcohol. It makes him think about all the guys that wouldn’t have spotted this, who didn’t know what a fucked up freak this guy was, who innocently sipped on this drink to be polite and ended up dismembered, but who knows what else in between.
Eddie drops his facade, narrows his eyes, and stares Andy down, “Why don't you give it a try?” he smirks before sending the glass crashing into the side of Andy’s head with such force it smashes to shards that embed into the side of his face. He tries to push Eddie away, but he can’t, but he tries, he really tries. Eddie lets out a low chuckle, letting him try to push him away, almost letting him think he succeeded twice, but then pushes him back down easily.
He throws a few punches, but Eddie has already been building himself up for this the whole time they’ve been sitting here, so it’s almost like he just absorbs them as he smiles down at him.
“What the hell, man? What the fuck did you do to my face?” Andy struggles with his words and to get free.
“Oh, no,” Eddie mocks him with a pout, “Doesn’t feel so good when you’re the helpless one, does it, Andrew?”
“Get off me, you fucking freak,” Andy pushes hard against Eddie’s chest, and he simply grins down at him and leans down harder until his forearms snap, and for a moment, there is a stunned silence as his hands are now rendered useless, followed by a piercing scream of pure terror.
As the shrill noise hits his ears, an entire wave of pleasure rushes over him. Fuck. That felt so damn good. Eddie lets out a guttural grunt. Not the same kind of good as when he feeds usually. It's different. The voices are quiet. Eerily quiet. Almost like they know something he doesn't.
“Don’t struggle now, Squealer. Just lie back and take it like a man,” Eddie cackles at his sick joke before grabbing the hair on Andy’s head and pulling it sharply to the side to expose the hiding place of his two new best friends. He hardly ever feeds from Steve here, near here, sure, but never exactly here. For fear of something going wrong, but tonight, wrong is precisely how he wanted this to go for Andy here.
He stretches his jaw out wide. It feels like it's almost about to dislocate before he rushes forward and slams his fangs into the flesh. Bites down until they meet again and wrenches his head backwards with delight, spitting out the chunk of human and leaving a fine spray of red mist up the wall and the table lamp.
He doesn't waste much time sinking his teeth back in and gorging himself on the sweet red nectar spilling and spurting out of his conquest. His screams are whimpers now, hushed, pointless and devoid of hope. There is no escape for this wretch. His fun is at an end.
Eddie feels that rush coming, the point that usually forces him off, but there is no love here, only abhorrence, and he almost feels himself leap the hurdle that generally takes him out of the game completely.
He feels the body beneath him judder and shake, and he thinks it's Andy’s last-ditch attempt at life until he realises he’s ragging on his neck like a Pitbull with a chew toy. Then he feels an urgency. A desperation to suck and bite down, as if he was trying to remove this guy’s spine through inhalation alone. His cheeks hollow, and his grip on the body beneath him crushes the bones it has settled on.
Then it happens. It feels like a warm glow enters his mouth, travels down his gullet, and settles into his stomach. Nestled in there like a little dormouse, curled up, all quaint and adorable, a stark contrast to the visual aspect of this moment, blood, death, torn flesh, crushed bones and last breaths.
This guy was not good, he was evil, yet Eddie has managed to extract something innocent and precious from him, and the word fills his mind. Soul.
He has consumed this guy's soul, and it feels so overwhelming that Eddie almost cries himself as he lets go and rocks back onto the knees of the corpse beneath him. The warm glow within him thrums. It oscillates in size like it's breathing until there is a popping sensation, and Eddie thinks something is very wrong. He staggers to his feet as whatever it is spreads throughout him. He feels a pain in his back and feels overheated, unbearably so.
He hurriedly removes his jacket as excruciating pain runs in two strips on either side of his spine, making him fall to his knees, Eddie claws at his hair as it feels like a million bugs scurry beneath his skin, and the searing ache continues its relentless persecution.
He folds to the floor, the smell of bleach in his nostrils and droplets of blood spill from his eyes, and as the pain hits its peak, Eddie feels nothing. Only hears the tearing of fabric, and a vast shadow cascades over him.
He feels afraid of what might have burst out of him. What terribly monstrosity had formed from feeding on this vessel of pure evil.
Eddie can feel something there but tries to shake it off. It doesn't budge; he reaches behind his back to grab at it, freezing immediately when his fingers get to the root of it, turning his head a little as he does.
Nothing has budded from Eddie, and there is no other demon, creature, or otherwise lurking behind him. What he finds in its place is entirely unexpected.
Wings. A set of leathery but delicately scaffolded wings. The colour faded from the flesh on his back to a mottled grey, burgundy and abstract black arrangement. He gasps and should be horrified, but he is in awe and adores them.
This might take a lot more explaining than simply being late.
After figuring out the basics of folding these things away out of sight and spreading them back out, Eddie tried to make the scene look as accidental as possible and headed home.
It was late, and the drive was pretty peaceful, which honestly was awful. He could have done with some sub-par road users to fill his mind with insults because this quiet left him with the same stupid thought.
I should be more bothered by taking another life.
Scarily, he wasn’t. The logical thought path was there, but there was no emotion to it, making him feel hideous. Is this what he was to become now? Unfeeling? Cruel? Violent? A monster?
He pulls up outside the house and sneaks in quietly, using his powers instead of his keys. He feels fully charged enough. Like he might not need to eat for the next week or something, maybe longer, or at least he hopes so.
He is not a step into the living room when a lamp flicks on, “And just where have you been?” Steve’s voice is stern.
“I told you, I went to Hopper’s, and then I went to see if I could find something to eat,” Eddie tries to keep to the truth. He doesn’t want to lie to Steve, but he also doesn’t want to burden him with any of this.
Steve is out of the armchair and turns towards him but keeps his distance. One hand at his hip the other twisted so he can look at his watch for effect. It would be far too dark for him to see the face of it in the low light.
Eddie offers a small smile and moves towards him, but Steve steps back and raises a hand out to stop him. He wants them to be apart, and that realisation is almost enough to make Eddie panic. Ouch. Not once since they got together has this happened. Not when either of them were sick, sweaty, smelly, gross, grubby or annoying the hell out of one another. There had never been a reason good enough for them to not accept the other until now.
“It doesn’t take nearly five hours to do that, Eddie. So I’ll ask you again, where have you been?” Eddie goes to speak, and Steve quickly raises a finger, “No powers, no lies!”
Eddie attempts to deflect, “Could you keep your voice down at least? You’ll wake Robin,” he folds his arms as if to bolster this weak attempt at being annoyed.
Steve cups his hands to his mouth and bellows, “ROBIN ISN'T HERE TONIGHT. SO I CAN BE AS LOUD AS I FUCKING WELL WANT!” his hands go back to his hips as he sets his jaw, and his tongue pushes along the inside of his lip in annoyance.
“Can we talk about this tomorrow?” Eddie tries something else, ducks his head to avoid Steve’s eyes and out of pure shame of what he might have become tonight. He walks past Steve towards the stairs and gently brushes his arm to take it. The usual indicator that Eddie wanted him to join him. Steve pulls his arm away sharply, and it feels like a stab to his heart, so he keeps walking to the stairs until he hears a soft thud and a sniffle.
Eddie looks over his shoulder, even though the pure dread in his stomach is urging him to keep walking and not look at what he’s done. Steve isn’t pinching the bridge of his nose or walking away into another room to hide it. He’s down to his knees on the floor with his face in his hands and really crying. His body shakes with each hiccup noise that leaves him, and Eddie can’t bear it.
He rushes down the stairs, skids to his knees to take hold of Steve’s hands to pull them away from his face, and by some miracle, Steve doesn’t pull away. He just looks up at Eddie with those big beautiful eyes filled with tears, and it makes him feel like the very shit on the shoe of the scum of the earth.
With his hands out of the way, Eddie uses his own to hold Steve’s face, his thumbs desperately trying to wipe away the torrent of tears. He wants to say something, but the words won’t come, but Steve beats him to the punch.
“Were they better than me? Is that why you were so long?” Steve manages through intermittent sobs.
Eddie closes his eyes slowly in realisation, and he almost wants to punch himself in the face with how mad he is that Steve has probably been thinking about all sorts of gut-wrenching scenarios for the last few hours, all by himself.
“No, sweetheart. No! Never!” As he ducks his head down to capture his attention again, he says, “It wasn't like that at all. I swear.” He throws his arms around him and grips him tightly. Kisses his face and hair so many times he loses count like it could be the last time because it might be because right there, he resolves to tell Steve everything.
Eddie guides him to his feet and seats them both on the sofa. He holds and soothes Steve until he calms down until he’s no longer a limp weight in his arms.
“I didn't do what you think. I would honestly rather starve to death and disintegrate to fucking dust than do that to you,” Eddie tries again to hammer that home as they both sit up and then he creates a little space between them. It is barely a foot away but it might as well be the Mariana Trench.
He’s still tightly gripping Steve’s hand between them like it’s his last tether to all of this. He swallows hard, pats the back of it, and moves away. With his eyes still on their hands, he reconfirms, “I didn’t cheat on you. I didn’t prefer it. It wasn’t like what we do, not even close,” then raises his eyes to Steve’s red-rimmed ones, “But I did do something terrible, and now I think-I think I’m bad, Steve, like evil, a monster.” He sees Steve's fingers twitch toward his own, and then they settle back on the seat cushion.
“Can you tell me? Please?” Steve asks quietly.
“I’m scared. I’m scared you’ll go, and I know that's selfish as shit. I know you aren’t a thing I can just keep,“ Eddie looks to the ceiling for help, as a tear he can’t restrain drops from his eye, “You deserve to know. To make your own choice.”
“You’re right. I do.” Steve says gently, and though the fear coursing through him is worse than anything he’s ever felt, worse than a swarm of demobats, worse than seeing Chrissy snap to pieces on his ceiling, he tells Steve everything. The feelings he had when he was only feeding on Steve, the talk he had with Hopper and Jane, how angry and possessive he felt, how he got into that guy's home, how he’d lured the guy in, the feeding, the soul, the wings, all the stuff he found in the guy’s apartment afterwards, and how on the way home he didn't feel remorse for ending that guy, not one bit, even though he knew he should.
“I’m a monster now, Steve. The darkness is just spreading in me, you know? I should feel bad, shouldn’t I? I killed something!” Eddie drags his hand down his face and corrects himself, “I killed someone. Good or bad. I took their life. You know? What if it gets worse? What if all this evil just keeps spreading? Until I’m as bad as that guy, or worse?” Eddie doesn't look at him when he’s finished spilling his guts. He doesn't want Steve to stay out of sympathy. There is a long silence. It feels like forever, but in reality, it's probably only seconds, but everything already feels so cold and distant.
He hears Steve take a deep breath. It has a slight shudder to it, and Eddie expects the worst, “I don't want you to be kind about this, Steve, ok? Don’t lie to me. I can go. I would never hurt you or anyone we care about just because we can’t be together. Just be honest, and we’ll go from there, yeah?” He ensures his words are careful and gentle. Though he could roar with the pain of his heart being torn asunder, he’s proud that at least this is the best thing he can do. Assure Steve he has a safe get-out-of-jail-free card, and Eddie won't darken his or anyone around here’s doorway again.
“You want me to be completely honest?” Steve asks.
Eddie nods repeatedly, his eyes fixed on the floor, “Yes. Be honest.”
He feels Steve’s hand at his jaw, and he’s turned to face him, but Eddie struggles to look Steve in the eyes until he speaks, “Can I see them?”
“What?” Eddie says in surprise, almost double takes, if not for being held in Steve’s hand.
“Your wings, can I see them?” Steve says again, and there is the tiny crumb of a laugh that Eddie's heart gorges itself on, like its ambrosia of the gods. He nods, standing up quickly; Steve follows suit, leaving them some room. As Eddie removes his jacket and shirt, Steve looks wide-eyed when he sees how blood-stained it is on the front and back, but Eddie continues.
“Ok, bear with me. I’m still new at this,” he says, rolling his shoulders and squeezing his eyes shut as he keeps his mind focused on the wings. He feels them pierce through the fresh scabs that have already started forming, that he hopes will eventually scar so it’s not this fucking painful every time. Then once he feels the tip glide down the small of his back to a stop, he knows they are entirely out and slowly unfurls them, steps back a little to not knock the lamp over or rip the sofa.
He hears a gasp from Steve and shuts his eyes again because he’s just not ready to see the horror on his face. He can hear Steve’s breathing, he’s so close, and then he feels the strangest sensation, and it causes him to look.
Steve is looking over his wings, his beautiful mouth slightly parted, and his fingertips are reaching out to touch the webbing of them, so very gently, and then across the more structural parts, which Eddie isn’t sure if it's bone or cartilage or what they were made from.
“Wow,” Steve says in absolute awe as he traces over them, “Jesus, Eddie,” he says slowly with reverence.
Eddie huffs, “Pretty fucking creepy, huh?”
Steve’s head snaps to him with a frown like the time, he said that he didn't get all the hype around that new Kenny Loggins song.
Eddie raises his eyebrows, “Not…creepy then?” he tries.
“They’re beautiful, Eddie,” he says with a raise of his eyebrows that Eddie recognises easily. It’s the same face he pulls when he needs someone to really comprehend him.
“You think wings are beautiful?” Eddie tries to understand.
“No. I think these wings are beautiful.” The tenderness in Steve’s voice matches his touch as he reaches out to caress the other, which, oddly, Eddie had got the distinct impression felt left out. But it was a fucking wing. How could it feel left out?
“What? The colours? Thought it’d be a bit goth for you,” Eddie says, confused but feeling slightly better. Steve walks right up to him, puts his arms around his waist, and pulls him close.
“No, idiot, because they’re yours!” Steve says with a half-smile, that might as well have shot Eddie dead right there and then. Steve’s warmth against him feels so good, like when he’d get in front of the electric heater at home after doing the rounds in his ice block of a van in the dead of winter. Where they touch heats first, but then it spreads throughout him, dispersing the usual coldness in his undead self. He wraps his arms around him in response, sighing as he rests his head against his.
“No more secrets, yeah?” Steve says in his ear.
“You had secrets, too,” he replies quickly like it was even on the same level.
“You’re right. I guess I just didn't want to make you feel helpless because you can’t come with me during the day when I go with El, who I will also have words with,” he's trying to sound parental, but the grin in his voice is unmistakable.
“What about everything else?” Eddie mutters into Steve's hair, “You know, the murder and wanting to go too far?”
Steve tips his head back so he can look Eddie in the eyes, “That guy, I dunno. It didn't sound like him sticking around was gonna be good for anyone, but I agree you should have waited for Hopper, and maybe you could lay off of the theatrics,” he pouts a little and adjusts a few strands of Eddie’s hair, twisting them around his fingers and staring at them “And I do not like the idea of your flirting with anyone else, for any reason.” he raises his eyes to Eddie’s again, “Is that gonna be a problem?”
Eddie raises his eyebrows in surprise but shakes his head in a no.
“You think I wouldn’t do the same?” Steve says, brushing his nose against Eddie’s, “You think I wouldn’t have wanted to completely destroy a guy who was going to hurt you?”
“I think you’d see him brought to justice,” Eddie barely says, a little confused but mid completely enamoured, melting into his partner, who has bewitched him completely. Steve didn’t need vampiric gifts to lure Eddie anywhere. He had his own Steve powers that Eddie is yet to fathom.
Steve lets out a breathy chuckle, holds Eddie's chin on the crook of his finger, and wiggles it side-to-side, “Maybe you don't know me as well as I thought you did. With you hanging in the balance, I couldn’t let him walk the earth waiting for clowns like Callaghan to bring him in. No way,” Steve’s words should be worrying, he should be concerned that Steve would do something so reckless, but his mind does something completely different. It falls even deeper in love with Steve Harrington, pulls him in tight and smiles against his warm skin.
Eddie would probably opt to disappear into him entirely if it was an option. Sometimes being a separate being felt simply too far apart. He closes his eyes and rests against him, subtle head movements enabling his mouth to softly brush against his neck. Kisses and licks over his last bite mark reverently like it was communion on the tongue of a sinner. He feels Steve’s hum of appreciation vibrate between them both, making him feel stupefied.
The room suddenly gets darker, and Eddie feels something rub against his arms. He raises his eyes and sees Steve’s hair moving. Looking up further, he can see his wings looming over them, flapping and bumping against one another and his arms. Steve chuckles, and it’s almost a giggle.
“What's so funny?” Eddie asks.
“They’re clumsy like you were. You know, when we first got together,” Steve laughs as one of the upper parts tries to move through his hair, “I think they like my hair. Here, I think I know what they need,” he reaches for Eddie's arms around his waist and pulls them apart, places them around his neck instead, and as he does, one wing flaps gently a few times before it flattens against the back of Steve and settles down. Then the other slows and gently wraps around the other, pushing him closer to Eddie, making them both laugh.
“I think I could get used to this,” Steve smiles and kisses Eddie softly, and it feels almost like all the bad feelings and darkness melt away.
“You’re a freak,” Eddie teases, wholly hypnotised, as his wings relax, re-open and unwrap Steve, who rolls his eyes and playfully pats his chest.
At that moment, Eddie realises he doesn't need to fear the voices, thoughts, or darkness consuming him because he has his own night light to keep him safe, to always bring him back.
A knight lite, he muses to himself.
A knight in shining armour called Steve Harrington.
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