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The Sacrifice (Eddie Munson x Jennifer's Body Reader) Chapter 2

Summary: Eddie Munson X Reader (Jennifer's Body reader) You're Hawkins High it girl, along with your best friend, Chrissy Cunningham. However, after a fateful bar fire, you find you have changed for the worse. Your hunger for flesh can't be quenched until you decide to hook up with Eddie Munson, your long-time crush. (starts in the fall of 85)

Minors DNI

Warnings: Graphic descriptions of Violence, mentions of r@pe/non con, major character death, blood, gore, cannibalism, human consumption. bullying, smut, basically you’re a hot mean girl turned into succubus who’s had a raging crush on Eddie Munson.

A/N: This story follows what happened in the movie and continues to season 4. This is a multiple chapter fanfic. If you’re from tiktok you found me! Also we are on chapter 2 I had so much fun writing this! Thank you for all the support! It means so much to me! Leave me a comment of what you think, I love feedback!

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Previous Chapter

Your eyes snapped open as you let out a blood-curdling scream. You scrambled to your feet and looked around you, trying to find any signs of the boys who had stabbed you only moments ago. You only saw darkness and heard the loud waterfall roaring behind you. You quickly looked down at yourself and noticed a dreadful amount of blood. Nothing was hurting you, which was strange given what you went through. You slowly pulled up your shirt but were surprised to see your stomach free of any wounds. It was as if your flesh had never been pierced. The only way you knew the events were real was the crimson color staining your clothes, the ground beneath you, and the discarded knife beside you.

You didn’t know how you were alive right now. Surely they had killed you. There was too much carnage, and the pain of it all felt unbearable, as if you were dying. You start to stagger slowly out of the woods but feel a nagging pain in your stomach. It feels like you hadn’t eaten in days. As you reached the deserted road, you felt the hunger getting stronger. Your heels began to click and drag across the floor as you struggled to walk. The pain grew more, and you needed to eat NOW. You quickly assessed your surroundings and saw Eddie’s trailer park, only a few meters away.

You thought maybe you could eat something there and explain what happened. You knew he would be there for you. That's just the nice person he is. You gasped out in pain as the hunger grew more vigorous. It was like the guys who killed you were stabbing you again. You growled lowly and continued your walk towards Eddie’s house.

You slowly began to remember the fire and being removed from Chrissy’s grasp. Was she alive, or did she suffer the same fate as you? Was Eddie even alive? You began to worry as you arrived at his trailer and lazily knocked at the door. You inhaled and smelled something sweet and delicious. Your mouth began to water, and your hunger soon took over.

Eddie opened the door, and he gasped as he scanned your figure. Your clothes were tattered and stained; the entire front of you was soaked in blood. Your makeup was smeared, and your eyes were bruised. This wasn’t what Eddie was used to seeing. You looked horrifying. Worse of all was the way you looked at him and smiled eerily. “Y/N, what happened to you?” He breathed out in concern. It was silent for a moment, the only noise being a low dripping sound coming from you. He looked down and noticed blood droplets rolling off your fingers and onto the floor.

“I’m so hungry.” You whispered to him.

Eddie nodded his head and stood aside to let you in. He saw you rush to his fridge and crouch down, searching for food. You hastily threw various items from the fridge that seemed unappealing to you. He watched as you took a rotisserie chicken out of the fridge and threw it to the floor. You quickly shoveled the food down your throat. Eddie closed the door and slowly walked towards you, “I’m not supposed to eat-” He suddenly slipped on a puddle of blood you had left behind.

He quickly caught himself on the counter and looked towards you. You stared at him, devoided any emotions causing Eddie to squirm under your gaze. He didn’t know what happened to you after the bar fire. He tried to find you and Chrissy, but you two seemed to have disappeared, so he chalked it up to you hanging out with that band after. He didn’t expect you to come to his house in this state, rummaging his fridge and eating like a starved and rabid raccoon.

His imagination began to run. He’s seen what happened to many girls on several true crime shows. They would go with a group of guys and end up dumped on the side of the road. It looked like this might have happened to you, but you somehow escaped. Eddie prayed Chrissy didn’t suffer the same fate since you two hung out together or if she escaped the fire. He focused his thoughts on you. He needed to get you help. Call the chief of police so they could give you medical attention ASAP before you bled all over his floor. Eddie slowly began to move closer to you, hoping to stop you from bleeding.

He abruptly stopped as you opened your mouth and let out the highest-pitched scream Eddie had ever heard. He covered his ears and backed away from you. He was frankly terrified of you now. You began to gag and let out bloody black bile onto his floor. He watched in horror as the bile had hundreds of tiny spikes protruding and started moving. He’s never seen someone do that before, and he’s seen a lot of gross things. This just looked like something out of the exorcist.

Eddie turned to run to the door, but a hand clamped around his shoulder and threw him into the wall. As his lungs screamed for oxygen, he felt the air knocked out of him. You pinned him to the wall with your body, your leg between both of his. You slowly brushed your teeth along his earlobe, causing him to shiver. Eddie always fantasized about you being this close to him but never like this.

“Are you scared?” You asked hoarsely.

Eddie doesn’t move away from you, scared he’ll anger you more. He’s seen a lot of scary movies and knows better to anger any thing. He just slowly nods, trying to keep his whimpers inside. You smelled his scent; it was so sweet and intoxicating to you. You felt drunk off of him. It was like a reflex to you as your canines extended and your mouth opened more than it should have. You felt like an Anaconda extending your mouth to devour your prey. You needed him. You needed to feed. That’s what the hunger pains you had were all about. At the moment, you didn’t care who Eddie was or what he meant to you. You needed the pain to stop. You were so desperate for it to stop. You tilted your head back, prepared to devour every last bit of flesh, when suddenly you heard him whimper something out.

“Y/N, please.” He pleaded softly. His voice brought you back down to reality, and you quickly retracted from him and threw him to the ground, turning away from him. What were you doing?! Were you really about to eat Eddie like some cannibal monster? This wasn’t you. This never was you. What did they do? You sobbed and heard Eddie call out from the floor. He was still scared shitless, but his concern for you somehow gave him courage, “Y/N, are you okay?” He asked slowly.

You didn’t want to turn to him, so you flung the door open and ran out of the house, into the woods again. “Y/N, wait!” Eddie called after you scrambling from the floor, but you were gone. He didn’t see any sign of you. He closed the door, still terrified, and made his way back to the kitchen. He had to find a way to clean up all this blood before his uncle came back. He looked at the phone and debated on calling the cops. What would he say? You tried to eat him? You threw up this nasty blood?

He didn’t even know where you lived. He rubbed a hand down his face and decided to call Chrissy. He luckily had her number in case of emergencies or if she needed more weed for you and her. At least then he could call Chrissy, check if she was still alive, and have her check on you. Although explaining what happened tonight would be hard. How do you tell someone their best friend probably got raped, almost killed, and tried to eat you? As he dialed her number on his landline, he decided to leave the last bit out.

All night you had been trying to eat various foods to curb your appetite. It was to no avail. Everything you ate, you had vomited it up. The same thing that happened at Eddie’s house happened to you at yours. You were lucky that your parents weren’t home to see you like this. They were on a week-long vacation, which you took advantage of. You showered off all the blood, twigs, and food pieces that were on your body. You felt more relaxed but still painfully hungry and annoyed.

The landline in your room kept ringing, and you knew it was Chrissy. You didn’t want to answer it now in your state, but you needed to know if she was okay. You called Chrissy and lied to her, saying that the guys had let you off, and you simply walked home. You didn’t want her to worry or get involved with this. She had taken care of you enough at the bar.

“But Eddie told me you went to his house and were all bloody.”

You cursed Eddie under your breath, “Yeah, I did.” You faked a cheery voice, “But I wasn’t covered in blood. Maybe that freak is like mental or something. He’s seen way too many movies.” You snorted.

“Are you sure you’re okay, Y/N? Eddie seemed pretty convinced.” She was worried about you. When Eddie called her, he seemed frantic and anxious. She had never heard his voice sound like that, so she assumed it must have been bad, especially since those guys forced you into their van. Chrissy promised she would call the police, but when she did, they said nothing could be done because there was no license plate number. It would just be a report. There were no witnesses, so all Chrissy could do was hope for the best.

“I’m fine, Chrissy nothing happened.” Your voice caught her attention again.

“Okay, Y/N. I called the police after Eddie called, but they said they had no case. I’m not sure if they’ll call you and ask what happened.” She admitted.

You gripped the phone angrily. Eddie had ran his mouth to Chrissy; now, the police would be involved. You didn’t want to be known as the girl who was almost raped and abducted. It wasn’t suitable for your social status. Besides, you didn’t know what happened that night. Sure, you remembered getting sacrificed to this otherworldly being, but you didn’t know how you came back.

“Okay, Chrissy, I’ll see you tomorrow.” You hung up the phone before she could properly say goodbye to you.

You knew when tomorrow would come, you would see Eddie in the hallway or the cafeteria, and he would demand to know what the fuck happened. You sat next to him in class, so it was unavoidable. You tried to devise a plan to answer all his questions, but nothing came to mind. That's why you decided to pretend like it didn’t happen when the next day came. Eddie had no proof you were about to eat him or that you threw up black and bloody bile on his floor. It was your word against his.

You sighed as you walked with Chrissy, thoroughly annoyed at the people crying and mourning over two of your classmates who had burned in the fire. You stopped at your locker and yanked it open with force, “Oh boo hoo.” You said sarcastically.

Chrissy gave you a disapproving look, “Y/N people died. Like a lot. They got burned, trampled, or choked. It’s all over the news. National news.”

You rolled your eyes and tried to fix your dead and unhealthy hair. You were still starving, but the raw meat you devoured in the morning sorta curved it. “Anyone, we know?” You asked.

“We know everyone!” She exclaimed.

Under normal circumstances, you would have cared, but your hunger for flesh seemed to outweigh it. “I know it's tragic, but I’m not feeling so good. I’m sorry.” You confessed and turned to her with a pout. In reality, it was true. Your hair was dry and brittle, your usual plump lips were chapped and cracked, and your skin was dull and lifeless. You looked like you had stayed up for 12 consecutive nights without sleep. Chrissy softly smiled at you, “I know, Y/N. I’m just so glad you're okay.” She hugged you tightly.

You returned her hug and caught Eddie’s gaze from across the hall. His eyes bulged as he saw you, but he nervously approached you. He had to know if you were okay and if everything he saw was a dream.

You broke the hug with Chrissy, “Can I talk to you, Y/N?” He asked unsurely.

Chrissy smiled up at him, “Hi Eddie.”

Eddie smiled back down at her and turned to you, “Uh, just like in private.”

Chrissy got the hint and excused herself, and walked toward Jason. Eddie looked around him as he saw a couple of people giving him strange looks, but they continued with their business. He turned his attention back on you and noticed how dead you had looked. Your hair was lifeless, and you seemed to have bruises in some areas on your face. Most people would have chalked it up to the bar fire you two had been in, but he felt there was more to it, especially after last night.

He leaned toward you and whispered, “What happened last night? You threw up this evil bile shit in my kitchen and were all bloody.”

You gave him an emotionless stare, “I don’t remember that.” You said blankly.

Eddie blinked, clearly confused, “you tried to eat me!” He whispered a little too loud.

You smirked at him, amused. He wasn’t going to let you get away with lying that easily. You were sad that he had been the one to see you in that state. You wished it would have been some other jock who thought less of you but no. The universe had a sick sense of humor and decided your long-time crush would see you like that. You had to be mean to him. Maybe it would shoo him off, and he’ll stop bugging you. You had to shut him up before he ended up telling the whole school or, worse, the police.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You glared at him.

Eddie began to grow frustrated the more stupid you played. "What's wrong with you?!” He stressed. He knew this was another mind game you were playing. You were trying to make him believe that none of this happened, but it did. He recalls how he had tried various ways to clean up the bile you had left.

You narrowed your eyes at him, “No, what’s wrong with you, besides the obvious surface flaws.” You put up your mean girl front again, trying to get him to leave you alone and drop the topic. You inhaled and smelled the sickly sweet scent of him again. Your stomach began to twist, and your mouth water. He needed to leave. NOW. Before you devoured him in front of everyone.

He raised his hands and displayed his dirty black fingernails, “Ew.” You laughed dryly, “You need a mani bad. Now leave me alone and stop trying to make shit up.” You snapped at him and pushed past him, bumping his shoulder. Eddie watched as you walked off towards your usual group of rich kids and jocks. It was as if the whole world saw nothing was wrong with you.

At lunch, Eddie couldn’t keep his eyes off you. Not only because you were so pretty but also because you didn’t seem right. You hadn’t touched your food which was unusual. You always ate your lunch. He thought back to the night before when you tried to eat him and how you raided his fridge. It was as if you wanted flesh to satisfy your hunger.

“Eddie!” Dustin waved his hand in front of his face.

He smacked Dustin’s hand down, “what, Henderson?” He asked, annoyed.

He knew he was caught staring at Y/N again, but it was for a different reason.

“Dude, you keep staring at Y/N. I’m trying to talk to you about our D&D session next Friday.” Dustin stressed.

Eddie flickered his gaze to him and shoved a pretzel in his mouth, waiting for him to continue.

“Lucas has practice that day, and we were wondering if we could possibly, maybe,”

“Postpone.” Mike blurted out.

Eddie threw his pretzel on his tray and jumped out of his seat, grabbing the back of Mike’s and Dustin’s necks. “Postponing isn’t an option. Find a replacement.” He warned them. The two freshmen swallowed thickly and exchanged looks with one another. They knew they were dead if they didn’t find one.

“How about you ask Y/N since you’re always staring at her?” Gareth joked. Eddie grimaced and let go of the two boys. “Nah, man, she’s not into that.” He faked a smile. He glanced at you again, but your eyes were already on him this time. You were starting to creep him out.

“Since next Friday is Halloween, how about we dress up as our characters?” Dustin suggested. Eddie turned back to him, “Yeah, yeah, sure.” He sat back down in his chair and stabbed a fork into his food.

“Eddie, are you okay? You seem a little spaced out,” Mike pointed out. Eddie was still a little shaken after your encounter last night. He wanted answers. He knew none of it was a dream since he vividly remembered the putrid smell of the carnage you left behind. He also remembers having to tell his uncle he ate the entire rotisserie chicken by himself. “I’m just a little tired,” He confessed to them. The group shrugged and continued on with discussing their plans.

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