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Hunter and Prey

Part 1, Part 2

Steve's life goes on as usual. Well, okay, not his life, because he's dead. His un-life goes on, or something. Semantics were never his thing.

He sleeps during the day and roams the streets of Hawkins at night, making sure to stay away from humans and vampires alike. He's not a big fan of either, so he keeps to himself. It sounds lonely when he says it like that, but he's a vampire. He has no soul to feel loneliness, or so they say.

It's a few weeks later that Steve sees him again.

The human is talking to another vampire, or more likely goading him, and tries to pull out his holy water gun again, but the vampire is too quick. Steve suspects that the other vampires in town must have heard about this trick by now. This one, Jason, if Steve remembers his name correctly, definitely has. Vampires are terrible gossips, he found out, something that not even death seems to cure in people.

The human's eyes widen in surprise as Jason pins him to the ground and he tries in vain to push the vampire off of him so he can crawl away, but he has no chance. It doesn't look good for him, but Steve has underestimated him before, and he is sure that the human must have another trick up his sleeve.

Jason smiles menacingly down at the human prey beneath him and Steve can tell that he thinks he has the upper hand by far. At any moment, the human will surprise them both. Steve holds his breath, even though he doesn't have to draw one at all, and waits for it, when Jason leans down and bares his fangs. Steve can hear the human's heart beating wildly in his chest, a panicky bird flapping against the bars of its cage, and he realizes that no, there's no trick.

Call it a soft heart (the other vampires definitely do), but Steve feels drawn to help him. He doesn't want to question it, he just chalks it up to his knowledge that this particular vampire is an asshole. That's what he tells himself as he jumps behind the vampire, puts both hands on his head, and twists. There's a loud snap, like someone stepping on a dry twig, and the vampire falls to the ground.

He's not dead. Or he is, but he's still undead. Goddamn semantics. What matters is that Steve knows that Jason is only out for a little while and that he will be pissed when he comes to again. He looks down at the human who's still lying on the ground, his chest heaving, and Steve can hear the blood rushing through his veins, can smell it. His fangs tingle.

They make eye contact and the human's eyebrows are furrowed, eyes still wide and pupils dilated with fear, but there's something else in his eyes too, something that looks a lot like curiosity.

Great, just what he needs, another human who wants to know shit about him. As if Dustin and his endless questions for Science, Steve weren't enough. He needs to nip this one in the bud.

“You got a sword or something?”

The human blinks at him, seemingly trying to shake himself out of his stupor. "What?"

Steve's eyebrows climb practically to his hairline and he rolls his eyes with a sarcastic look on his face before sweeping his hand in the general direction of the still unconscious Jason. "A sword? Y'know, sharp, pointy thing that can finish this?" Is this guy for real?

Still looking back at Steve, the guy pulls out a short blade, and Steve looks around to make sure no one is around to witness what he just did. What he is about to do.

His kind don't help hunters. Their literal job is to kill them. If one of the others found out, there would be a target on his back.

Steve turns back to the human, who is back on his feet and still looking at Steve with the same curiosity. It’s tinged with suspicion, his head tilted to the side, eyes scanning over him.

“You’re a vampire.”

Steve snorts. “No duh, Sherlock.”

"You just knocked out one of your own."

"Got it in one. Though it pains me to be associated with scum like him." He toes Jason's head none too gently before using his supernatural speed to grab the human's blade and sever Jason's head from the rest of his useless body before the human can even blink. Jason’s body crumbles to dust right before their eyes and Steve smirks. He likes showing off, sue him.

The human gapes at him, his hand closing around the air where the blade had been seconds ago, but quickly recovers. "What the fuck, dude? This doesn't make any sense. There's no such thing as a good vampire."

"Got that right too. Such a smart human. Want a treat?"

"Oh, look, he's funny. If you're a vampire, why would you help me?"

"I'm bored?"

They stare at each other, playing a weird game of undead chicken.

Instead of indulging this line of question further, Steve says, "You really need to have a backup plan, rookie. You almost ended up being Jason's breakfast."

“Jason?” Eddie asks, but then looks at the pile of ash on the ground. “Ah. Not a very cool vampire name. You guys don’t make up something better after…?” After gesturing to Steve Eddie brings his fingers up to mimic fangs. Steve scrunches his nose and shakes his head.

This conversation has already gone on too long for Steve’s comfort. “Okay, I’m out of here. Just - cover your ass better next time, okay? I’m not saving it again.”

“I don’t need you to save my ass.”

Steve looks down where Jason's body was moments ago. "Uh huh.”

“Hey, I had it handled,” Eddie bites out.

Steve snorts. “Whatever helps you sleep, rookie.”

“Stop calling me that. I’m not a rookie.”

Steve turns towards the human, eyeing him up and down. “I will when you stop acting like one.”

Before the human can answer, Steve leaves. He’s already stayed around far longer than he should have, and done far more than any vampire would for a human. Especially a hunter.

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Chapter 12!

Steve Harrington: Vampire Hunter

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CW: nsfw/smut ahead

It was a little surreal, walking up the steps of the Corroded Coffin after the events of his last visit to the place. At least this time he’d be walking in the front doors instead of trekking through the unholy depths of the city sewer. Steve was a little surprised that this was where Eddie had chosen to meet. He’d expected to be called to the vampire’s office at Guilty Pleasures, presuming the strip club would be his base of operations now that he was in charge, but then again, this place had belonged to Billy. Was it possible that when Eddie took on the role of Master of the City he’d also inherited the former leader’s estate?

There was a show on that night, some theatrical metal band that Steve had never heard of, and the place was as busier than he’d ever seen it. He scanned the crowd, unsure of what or who he was looking for, only that there would be someone waiting for him at the door.

A young girl with bright blue eyes and red hair caught and held his gaze for so long, he started to feel uncomfortable. No, not uncomfortable. That tingling feeling on the back of his neck had nothing to do with the girl’s intense stare, terrifying as it was, it was the power coming off of her that was making his skin crawl.

She sized Steve up, her eyes scanning from the top of his head to the tip of his toes, taking quite the detour inbetween. She looked a little young to be ogling him like that, but he was reasonably sure that she was much older than she appeared.

“Are you him?” The girl asked pointedly, with a single raised eyebrow.

“I’m Steve, yeah, if that's what you mean.”

“Hmmpf,” She hummed, tilting her head slightly. “I thought you’d be bigger. Follow me.” The girl quickly turned on her heel and walked away, not even bothering to look back and see if he was following.

Steve furrowed his brow, looking down at himself in confusion. He wasn’t short or anything, 5 '11'’ was a perfectly respectable height, thank you very much. He wasn’t skinny either, though he supposed he could stand to lift a few more weights here and there in between cardio workouts. She certainly couldn’t have been talking about his personality. They’d barely exchanged a handful of words, hardly enough for a first impression, let alone a judgment like that. Come to think of it, why was he letting this little girl get to him anyway?

Steve shook his head at himself and jogged a little to catch up with the red ponytail bouncing its way through the thick mass of concertgoers.

While the girl moved easily through the crowd, like the bow of a ship cutting through deep waters, Steve had to fight his way through the sea of leather-clad bodies. He caught up to her eventually, staying close so as to not get lost in the shuffle.

He had assumed he was meeting Eddie in the underground, but that appeared not to be the case since she was leading him further into the venue and up towards the balcony. He wanted to be annoyed, the whole reason he had come here in the first place was to see if Eddie knew anything about the murder and he couldn’t exactly ask those types of questions around this many people, but he was too nervous to manage it properly.

Once they were in the upper section of the theater it was much easier to get around since there were so few seats up there and the only other people around were those few who could afford the insane price for these private sections.

Steve grew impatient as they passed door after door until the girl finally stopped at the one that must have housed their destination.

She knocked twice, not waiting for any sort of signal that he could detect anyway, before stepping inside.

Steve was surprised to find two men standing to attention like sentries just inside the door, even more so when he realized that one of them was Jonathan, the wererat. They shared a brief nod of recognition. He didn’t know the other guard but thought he could safely assume the guy was another wererat by the way his energy felt so similar to Jonathan’s in Steve’s head. Grant, his nametag read, which almost made Steve chuckle. He knew that all wereanimals were human before they caught the disease, officially called lycanthropy, but it still seemed funny to him when they had such mundane names, same with vampires.

Red abandoned him immediately, taking a seat on the plush leather couch that sat in one corner of the space. She wedged herself between a young black man that Steve didn’t recognize and a girl who, judging by their resemblance, had to be his sister. Both of the new faces sang with an otherworldly energy, not the same as the redhead. So not vampires, but something more akin to Jonathan and Grant. Some other flavor of wereanimal he supposed.

On the other side of the box sat a small private bar complete with a surprisingly human bartender. One seat was taken up by another new face. A tall vampire with very long, very straight black hair, and an easy smile.

The other three stools were taken up by familiar forms. Dustin, Jeff, the vampire from Guilty Pleasures who had helped Steve out after he’d been bitten by Billy, and of course… Eddie.

Eddie, who looked somehow even better than Steve remembered.

He was dressed head to toe in all black. Skin tight leather pants tucked into boots with just a smidge of a heel. His shirt was a similar style to those Steve had seen on the man before, apart from its color. With long frilly sleeves and collar, it was almost antique looking at first glance, but on closer examination the body of the shirt was entirely sheer.

He saw Eddie only in profile at first, but one nipple was clearly visible through the light fabric, as was a hint of the line of hair that disappeared into his pants. His curls were pulled up, reminding Steve instantly of the dream they had once shared, of Eddie dancing on a pole just for him. There was something new to catch his attention as well, various gold hoops, studs, and dangling jewels hung from both of Eddie’s ears, glittering in the light low light.

Steve stood frozen in the doorway as the dark haired vampire turned and their eyes met for the first time in months. His mouth went dry, pulse quickening. He’d thought, well, he’d hoped with all the time apart that maybe Eddie’s presence wouldn’t affect him quite so much, but he was wrong.

Oh god, he was so wrong.

The pull was worse than ever and it took all of Steve's willpower not to cross the room and climb right into the man’s lap.

He couldn't seem to wrench his gaze away and panicked briefly thinking that it was Eddie using mind tricks on him, before he remembered that he couldn’t. With the first and second marks firmly in place, Eddie had less power over him than ever. Which meant that this fascination was all him.

Fuck.

Steve dropped his gaze to the floor as he entered the room, finally letting the door close behind him, not for fear of being compelled but for self-preservation. He couldn't stare into those deep chocolate drowning pools that, power or no, he could get so easily lost in. Eyes that tonight were framed not only by the fan of Eddie's naturally long eyelashes, but were also lined in black, artfully smudged into smoky wings at the corners.

He was beautiful.

Steve took a deep breath and conjured up images from that morning’s crime scene in stark detail to remind himself of why he was here. He could do this. Just a quick interview and then he would get the hell out here and as far away from this temptation as possible.

“Harrington.” Eddie greeted him, rising from his seat but thankfully remaining a safe distance away. “To what do we owe the pleasure of this unexpected visit?”

Steve looked back up hesitantly, catching Dustin’s nervous stare from where he sat behind Eddie for a second before offering an answer.

“Maybe I came to congratulate you on the promotion. Master of the City is a pretty tall order. I didn’t think you had the kind of power it takes to keep control of a city.” He was thrilled that, though he felt like he was going to vibrate out of his skin, his words came out strong and even.

“You and everyone else.” Eddie remarked, with more honestly than Steve would have expected.

It was subtle, but he sounded tired too, strained, regardless of the front he was trying to put off with the clothes, makeup, and entourage. It couldn’t all be for Steve’s benefit, and it had him wondering what sort of trouble the creatures of the city were giving the new head vampire and If there were others after Eddie in the same way that Humans First was.

That wasn’t Steve’s problem though, he had to keep reminding himself of that.

Apparently he’d been quiet for too long, and Eddie spoke again. “I know better than to hope this is a personal call. It’s okay Steve, just tell me what you came here for so you can scurry off back to your life of raising the dead and pretending I don't exist.”

Steve frowned, feeling like he wanted to defend himself or maybe apologize?

He wasn’t sure.

He grit his teeth hard enough that his jaw cracked, hating the way his thoughts swirled and his emotions flared hot and cold around this vampire. Life had been so much simpler before. He’d know what was right and what was wrong then, and he wouldn’t have been struggling this hard to not close the distance between them.

Steve looked around the room, taking stock of just how many ears with supernatural hearing were around, and also gave himself a second to get a grip before looking back at Eddie.

“There is something I need to speak with you about, but it’s police business. Is there someplace more private we could talk?” He asked, finally.

Eddie’s eyebrows rose slightly but otherwise he kept his face carefully blank. He cleared his throat roughly which seemed like an odd thing for a vampire to have to do, and suddenly Steve wondered if Eddie was having some of the same difficulties he was.

Before the vampire could respond, Steve’s ears were abruptly assaulted by the overwhelming sound of power cords and thumping bass, drawing his attention and reminding him that there was in fact a concert going on outside of this weird bubble he’d been brought into. The box they were standing in was positioned high above the crowd, dead center facing the stage.

The sight was normal enough, a band consisting of a pair of guitarists, one also being the lead singer, a bass player and a drummer with one of the most complex setups Steve had ever seen. Less typical were the extra performers on stage, namely a giant snake that looked too big to be real and a woman dressed as a belly dancer who appeared to be charming the humongous reptile to the beat of the music.

Steve…was not a fan of snakes. They didn’t bother him as much as rodents did, though after the events of summer he thought he might be over that particular phobia, but there was just something about snakes. The way they moved, the feel of their scales, their smell, all of it conspired to set off goosebumps running up and down his arms.

There was another reason this particular serpent was making him so nervous, and that was the unmistakable pulse of power he could feel coming from the creature.

Steve rolled his eyes and tried to pretend he wasn’t sweating with fear. Of course Eddie would book a band that performed with, not only a giant fucking murder noodle, but a magical one at that.

A hand touched his shoulder and Steve nearly jumped out of his skin. It was Eddie trying to get his attention. Steve wanted to lash out, but realized with how loud the room now was, the man could have been shouting his name this whole time and he might not have heard.

Eddie tilted his head towards the door before setting off in that direction himself, a clear indication that Steve should follow him.

It was quieter out in the hall but Steve could still hear the music and faintly behind that, the hum of the crowd.

A short walk and another nondescript door later, Eddie was ushering him inside…a bathroom.

Granted, it was a fancy one with dark ornate tiles and gleaming fixtures, meant for the well paying patrons of the upper floors, but still a bathroom. Steve laughed for real then. It was ridiculous, but of course Eddie wouldn't have an office up here.

Oh well, he’d asked for privacy.

The door swung closed and Eddie locked it behind them. Steve opened his mouth to protest but Eddie cut him off. “There may not be many people up here but we still don’t want to be walked in on, or do we?”

Steve gulped and squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, unable to stop his mind from running through all the different positions and scenarios in which they could be walked in on.

“There's been a murder,'' he blurted out, before really getting himself under control. He had to get this done and get out before he did something monumentally stupid.

“So, someone in this city of over 800,000 people dies, and the first person you think to question about it is little ole me?” Eddie smirked.

Steve put his hands on his hips. “You say that as if you’re not a vampire and a natural killing machine.”

Eddie shrugged, nonchalant. “I can’t help what I am. I wonder though, if you think I'm guilty of this murder you are investigating, then why are you in here with me alone?”

“You’re not a suspect, more a… person of interest.”

“Oh?”

“I think you might be able to help me figure out who is responsible.” Steve explained.

“Why would I do that?”

Because you want me just as much as I want you, Steve’s traitorous mind supplied.

Instead he said through slightly gritted teeth, “It’s not exactly a good look for you, is it? Humans suddenly found dead with multiple vampire bites. Surely, as the newly famous Master of the City who wants to keep the peace between vampire and humans, you can see how that might be a little difficult if one of your new pet vampires has gone rogue.”

Eddie was unimpressed by the accusation. “If someone really has been murdered the way you describe, I can promise it wasn’t any of my people. Even the new additions.”

“What do you mean, if?”

“Well, it sounds like this body you describe had several bites, perhaps your so-called ‘victim’ chose this. Can’t you just ask them when they rise in a few nights?”

“You don’t understand. The way this body was left…” Steve shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. I checked the bite radiuses. It was more than one vamp. This victim won’t rise.”

Eddie stilled. “A group attack then. You’re looking for a master vampire and their flock.”

“Yes, one that has clearly gone off the rails and is hunting humans in your territory, Eddie. Now do you see why I came to you?”

Eddie conceded, nodding. “Max, that’s the girl that brought you to me, and Argyle, he was sitting next to Dustin at the bar, they are new here and both master vampires, but I know they didn’t do this. They’re blood-oathed to me, I'd know if something like this happened.”

“You could just be covering for them, protecting them.”

Eddie, who’s eyes had drifted away as he was deep in thought, snapped back to attention and angrily met Steve's gaze. “After everything we’ve been through, you think I'm lying now?”

Steve sighed and shuffled his feet, uncomfortable with what he was about to admit. “No, actually. Somehow, I believe you.”

“What about Jason Carver and his order?” Eddie suggested. “He is a master, and from what I hear he gives his people a pretty long leash.”

“We’ve considered that. The police are talking with him tonight too.”

“Oh, so you volunteered to take me on while they speak with him, huh?”

“That’s not…” Steve stuttered.

“Tsk tsk” Eddie reproved. “Careful Steve, you might be able to lie to yourself, but you can’t lie to me.”

“That’s not fair, you can hear my heartbeat. You’re like a walking lie detector test.”

Eddie leveled him with a penetrating stare. “You and I both know that’s not why. You may be getting better at shielding yourself from me, but when we are this close I can't help feeling some of your emotions. You project them so loudly.”

“The only emotion I feel towards you is hatred, Eddie.”

The vampire shook his head, taking a step closer. “Lie.”

“Would you rather I had sent the police here?” Steve snapped.

Eddie snorted, waving a hand dismissively. “And miss out on this lovely visit we’re having? Of course not.”

“Then why are you pushing?”

Eddie took a few more slow steps towards him, closing the wide gap between them. He gently stroked the back of his hand over Steve's cheek, the touch so soft it was like being caressed by a ghost. Steve remained unmoving, at war with himself, unsure of which instinct was stronger, to step back and regain some distance, or move in closer and surrender to his darkest desires.

Eddie, likely fully aware of Steve’s internal battle, grinned. It wasn’t his Cheshire cat smile either, the one where you could be sure he was up to something. No, this smile was sweet, a little crooked, and undeniably genuine. “Because, I like the music your heart makes when it beats like a trapped animal in your chest.”

Steve gulped.

He needed to back away.

He needed to get out of here.

“You want me so bad right now you can hardly see straight.” Eddie breathed the words, continuing his assault on Steve's defenses. The hand that had been gently stroking his face traveled lower. Steve sucked in a breath but Eddie’s touch didn’t go where he expected, instead he found the vampire taking his hand, pressing their palms together, fingers entwined.

Eddie was…holding his hand.

“Why do you insist on fighting it? On fighting me, when we could just be together?” Eddie whispered, his face suddenly so much closer than Steve had realized.

“You’re a vampire,” Steve rasped.

He’d meant for it to come out strong, defiant.

He’d utterly failed.

Still, Eddie flinched, a sorrowful look crossing his face as he said again, “I can’t help what I am.”

It was the sadness shining in his eyes that did it. For one split second Eddie looked all too human and Steve’s resolve broke. He crashed his lips into the vampire's and walked him back until he was pressed firmly into the tiled wall. The kiss was deep and dirty, barely a kiss at all, it was more like they were feeding at each other's mouths.

Both of them pent up, desperate, and wanting.

Eddie made a noise low in his throat, a moan, almost a growl, and the sound set fire burning through Steve's body at the same time all the blood in his veins rushed south.

He didn’t think about the fact that they shouldn't be doing this, or that he was going to hate himself later for giving in.

Steve ran his fingers along the waistband of Eddie's pants until he found the zipper, pulling it down slowly as he broke the kiss and sank to his knees.

He took a moment to look up into Eddie’s eyes before releasing his rapidly hardening cock from the confines of his tight pants, and found him heavy lidded with desire.

Steve returned to his task, unconsciously licking his lips as Eddie’s length finally sprang free. In all their encounters, dream and otherwise, Steve had never seen Eddie laid bare, had never gotten to hold him in the palm of his hand.

He reveled in it now as he gave Eddie a few strokes before taking the head into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around, dipping the tip of it into the slit to catch a bead of precum he could feel there before sinking down as far as he could go. Steve moaned at the feeling of Eddie's cock sitting heavy on his tongue.

“Fuck.” Eddie cursed above him, winding a hand into Steve's hair, gripping firm but not pulling.

Steve relaxed his throat, taking Eddie as deep as possible and set an even pace, bobbing up and down on the considerable length. He couldn't help noticing that, even here, Eddie’s skin was cooler than a humans. It was different but not unpleasant, as was the slightly coppery flavor of him.

“Feels so good.” Eddie gasped. “Baby, I'm not gonna last.”

Baby.

That really did something for him. Steve groaned and popped the button on his own jeans with two fingers. He shoved the hand into his boxers and began to stroke himself in time with the movement of his head.

”Look at you, sweetheart.” Eddie cooed, stroking a thumb down Steve’s cheek. “All worked up just from your mouth on my cock. Had I known where this was going I would have taken you somewhere more comfortable.”

Steve whimpered, the sound muffled inside his overfull mouth, and suddenly he was cumming hard enough that stars burst on the edge of his vision. He screamed his release around Eddie’s shaft and the added sensation was enough to push the vampire over the edge. Steve had taken Eddie all the way down as he rode out his own orgasm, and Eddie's release shot right down his throat. Steve swallowed reflexively as he came down from his own high.

He pulled off of Eddie slowly, jaw sore, and sat back on his heels for a moment to catch his breath. Eddie tucked himself away and offered a hand to help Steve stand, which he took.

Eddie tried to pull him in for a kiss but Steve, suddenly all too lucid, threw himself backwards violently.

Now that he’d cum, now that they’d both cum, reality was setting in. He was embarrassed and angry, though for once not at the vampire standing in front of him.

He felt like he’d betrayed himself.

Eddie’s eyes shuttered, his expression that was once wide open, and full of some emotion that Steve didn’t want to think about, a moment before, was now closed off and stony.

“This doesn’t change anything between us.” Steve said, voice hoarse from the abuse he’d just put his throat through. “It was a mistake.”

“I see.” Eddie replied coldly.

Steve stumbled over to one of the sinks, refusing to meet Eddie’s gaze as he washed the sticky mess off his hand.

When he did finally raise his eyes to the mirror to risk a glance behind him, he found Eddie stiff and alert, staring at the door they’d entered through and tilting his ear in the same direction.

Supernatural hearing.

“What is it?” Steve asked, ignoring the uncomfortable squirming in his gut in favor of the sudden dread coursing like ice through his veins.

“Screaming. Something’s wrong.” Eddie answered quickly. He didn’t waste any more time explaining. He unlocked the door and took off at such a speed that Steve barely saw him move.

He dried his hands quickly and set off after the vampire without hesitation.

The panicked screams hit Steve in the hallway. He rushed to the door of Eddie’s club box and threw it open.

All of the vampires and wereanimals inside were staring at the stage, matching looks of horror on all of their faces as the crowd below descended into chaos, everyone trying to leave at once through too few doors.

It appeared that the giant snake had attacked his trainer, a fact that Steve was only aware of because he saw, for a brief moment, the woman’s legs sticking out of the monster’s mouth, still kicking as it swallowed her whole.

All of the blood drained from Steve’s face. He suddenly felt faint. This was beyond his worst nightmare.

“What are you doing?” He asked, realizing that everyone around him was now pushing past him to the door.

Eddie looked back but didn’t stop, a grim look of determination on his face as he answered. “Going down there, we have to stop it before it wades into the crowd.”

Steve made to follow but Eddie spun around and stopped him with a hand on his chest. “Go home, Steve. This isn’t your problem.”

“I’m not leaving, I can help.”

Eddie’s jaw tightened, but it was worry swimming in his eyes, not anger. “Fine. I hope you have something more on you than that little blade you like to keep in your boot.”

Steve withdrew the gun that had been hiding under the loose dress shirt he was wearing. “I have 15 rounds of silver ammunition on me. If I need more than that then we’re truly fucked.”

“Steve, it’s a magic snake. I don’t even know if it can be killed.” Eddie made to reach for him again but stopped before he could make contact. “I can feel how much it scares you, you don’t have to do this.” He said again, sounding guilty.

“I’m fine, and to be clear I’m not doing it for you” Steve said, and deep down he knew it was a lie. “I’m doing this for Dustin and for all of those civilians down there that you put in danger by booking an act like this. Besides, anything can be killed if you try hard enough.”

Chapter 13

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Gripping the heavy bat in his hands, Steve contemplates his life choices for the millionth time.

To truly understand the angst, a little background is necessary. See, Steve’s a supernatural hunter and the bat is his weapon of choice. It’s covered in pure silver nails that are both werewolf resistant (though terribly ineffective when actually fighting them) and perfect for smashing demogorgons to pieces. It’s not the dream job that Steve dream of as a kid, but it’s his life’s work and he takes it seriously.

And what a life that is. Steve’s constantly on guard, never sleeping, always roaming the streets of Hawkins at night looking for a fight. It’s his penance for letting Nancy die all those years ago when the Upside Down first made its way into Steve’s life – the shit storm that followed is the main reason Steve’s still swinging his bat to this day.

There’s a reason why the people of Hawkins don’t know anything about the creatures that go bump in the night; Steve Harrington takes care of them before anyone’s the wiser.

Well, that’s not entirely true. Steve’s got a partner who’s fickle at best but there for him when he needs it. They run their whereabouts and potential enemies through the town’s sheriff, Jim Hopper. He’s the one that initially recruited Steve for the job. In those moments following the news about Nancy’s death, Steve would’ve said yes to anything. While he loves being the town’s guardian, the job is a lot more dramatic and scary than is good for any person. Hopper never explained that part during his recruiting spiel.

Steve’s been especially on guard since Robin got taken three months ago. Ever since that mission, that still to this day reads like a trap they walked right into, Robin hasn’t been the same. She’s short with him, even more so than before. With so few people in his life that Steve cares about, it’s a little heartbreaking to watch Robin pull away from him. He’s caught in that line of thinking when Eddie Munson comes into his life.

Their first meeting is a horrendous thing that Steve wishes he could take back. Mere minutes post demodog chase, Steve’s sweating profusely, a smear of black blood covers his cheeks. He’s just getting his heart rate to settle when the squeak of the park’s swing has him on guard all over again. Holding his bat to his chest, Steve turns the grip over in his hands – he needs to stay loaded like a spring to wield his weapon effectively. Steve tells himself that over and over again in hopes of warding off the anxiety that he knows the habit is actually from.

A soft breath leaves his lips at the sight of a long haired boy sitting on the furthest swing in the set. There’s a fluorescent light above him, though it does little to actually help Steve put a face to the name. Cautiously, Steve takes a couple of steps closer, trying to be as quiet as possible. It’s all for naught, though. The brunette turns to look over at Steve with an eerie smile. “I come in peace,” the boy says, taking his hands off the metal chains on either side of the swing to raise them in surrender.

The closer Steve gets, the more he allows his guard to drop. There’s no distinguishing characteristics of the stranger that merit his worry. He’s just a gorgeous boy on an innocent swing. Little by little, Steve relinquishes his tight grip on the bat. His fingers throb as they unclench and blood starts to flow back into them. There’s enough tingling there for Steve to take his right hand off the bat completely to shake it out. When he’s done, he looks up with a sheepish smile. “Sorry, I get a little paranoid at night.” It's a silly thing to say to someone he’s threatened with a nail covered bat but it’s all he has. The stranger doesn’t seem to mind, anyway.

That evening, Steve spends hours on the swings for the first time in years. He learns the stranger’s name is Eddie, that he’s new in town living with an estranged uncle after his parent passed. He’s handsome and clever and so beautiful that Steve wants to run away. The only other time in his life that a thought like that ran through his head, the girl in question died a couple of nights later. Still, it’s nice to soar through the air and talk to someone who’s not lecturing him about safety or boiling down a supernatural species to its most important bullet points. Eddie leaves him a little before dawn – Steve thinks nothing of the fact that the sun starts to come up a few minutes later.

Right around the time Eddie walks into Steve’s life to distract him, small things begin to happen around town. Neighborhood dogs and cats go missing each night. People start to report memory loss and sleep walking that has no prior precedence. Steve ignores it all until Hopper brings up a handful of people who checked into the ER with puncture marks on their necks. Though he’s seen a lot of things in his young life, Steve’s never been exposed to vampires, or whatever it is they’re dealing with. For some reason, blood sucking is harder to believe than anything the Upside Down spat out and threw at them.

Steve becomes a believer during his nightly patrol a couple of nights later. He and Robin are joking about something Joyce said to Hopper to make their usually stoic boss laugh when a pale, lifeless looking thing sprints at them. They’re close the park where he first met Eddie, so Steve pushes the thing in that direction until there’s enough light to actually make the fight fair. He sees the fangs right before they dig into his forearm. Steve’s just quick enough to roll out of the way and come up swinging. The thing hits the ground with a satisfying crunch. The victory is short lived – Steve now knows what the town’s problem is. Vampires, shiny fangs and all, were moving in.

Knowing he needs back up, Steve collects all of the young kids that constantly chomp at the bit to work with Steve and Robin. Both Hopper and his wife come with kids who are just as obsessed as the two of them are with all things supernatural and scary. It’s disturbingly easy to talk Dustin and the rest of the group into helping him track down the night walkers. In many ways, it’s a little too easy – but Steve pushes past his worries in favor of training the kids up right so he’s not responsible for their deaths, too.

In the spare moments Steve nabs for himself, Eddie is all he can think about. They meet up almost every night after Steve’s done training or making his rounds. Sometimes they sit on the balcony outside of Steve’s room, but mostly, Eddie walks with Steve through town when he’s restless or overworked to the point where sleep is never going to come. They share stories and secrets and Steve grows fonder of him every single day. His feelings make him blind – he allows himself to clench onto the thing that feels so right in favor of not noticing Eddie’s pale skin and affinity for never showing his face in the sunlight.

It isn’t until Will Byer’s, Joyce’s youngest son, joins the group that Steve starts to become suspicious. He’s heard the name that Will brings up in one of their late night meetings before – Kas is a character that Hopper underlined multiple times in his notes, missives… even the stupid D&D book he made Steve read when all the fun began. It rings a bell in Steve’s head that’s so loud it’s hard to focus on anything else. He’s missing something and that’s never good.

Turns out, he’s crushing on the Upside Down’s second in command. After leaving the group and going off on his own, Steve searches out the name Kas with a manic vigor. He’s determined to understand why his entire body feels like it’s on fire with familiarity. The long hours of the night lead him down a rabbit hole that makes his stomach drop down to his toes – finding out the truth has never been so bittersweet. Eddie, the beautiful boy with pale skin and shocking yellow eyes and hair like shiny silk is Kas the Ancient. Not only is Steve the ultimate asshole, falling for the enemy, he’s an idiot, too. From the beginning, Steve’s eagerness to please and overwhelming crush has led Eddie or Kas or whoever the hell he is through every obstacle Steve put before him. He’s his own worst enemy in this situation.

Determined to remedy that, Steve comes up with a plan to lure Eddie out close to sunrise to trap him. He’s not sure about Eddie’s ability to be out in the sun but the timing of his exit every evening speaks volumes. It’s a hail mary pass that Steve’s 98% isn’t going to work. Except, it goes off without a hitch. Robin plays her part perfectly and Eddie, well, he comes with them willingly. That in and of itself sets of warning bells, but Steve ignores them. He’s too hungry for answers to his questions to notice the meaningful eye contact happening between Eddie and Robin.

His heart breaks a little at the sight of Robin undoing Eddie’s bindings. She waits until they’re in the small cabin Steve always uses for his interrogations, then reveals herself to be the ultimate betrayer. She spends a few minutes talking about the attack that almost killed her and how Eddie, the giving vampire that he is, saved her from that fate. She goes on to call him dense and an idiot – he went six months without ever noticing something was wrong. Steve wants to defend himself, to say that he’s trusted Robin implicitly. He’s not dumb enough to make himself look even more stupid, however – Steve bites his tongue before anymore of his pathetic actions make themselves known.

The biggest shock of all comes when Eddie, instead of killing Steve like he believes the vampire is going to do, pulls Steve to his chest, instead. There’s a rumble, a sound that’s sort of like a purr, that happens the second their chests touch. Steve feels it, too, the contentment of being in Eddie’s arms. It’s wrong, so damn wrong to be comforted by someone who killed many people and made a backstabber out of his best friend, but Steve can’t help it. He finds out why a moment later when Eddie draws back with a gleam in his eye. “After thousands of years, I’ve finally found you,” he says, reaching his cold hands up to palm both of Steve’s cheeks, “my beautiful mate.”

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #eddie is kas #kas is eddie #kas the ancient #vampire eddie au #vampire hunter steve #steve harrington x eddie munson #stranger things #bobbie writes #i was going to flesh this out into smething more in depth #but my fics have been doing shitty lately #so i tried something new #let me know what you think!

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Thinking bout a foursome with flayed!Billy x vampire!Eddie x hunter!Steve n you… trying to compete as to who knows your body the best 👀❤️

ANON!!!!!!!! WE SHARE A BRAIN CELL!!!!!!!!!

Tws: triple penetration/foursome, vague genitalia, flayed Billy has tentacles somewhere and you can pry that from my crispy crunchy fingies

You have Stevie in your mouth, dripping precum down your throat while he caresses your face, praising you sweetly. His eyes are locked on yours, it's comforting and familiar from all the nights you spent together like this, soothing yourself on his cock until you could fall asleep. His hands are warm on your skin, rubbing your back and caressing your chest, rubbing your nipples and praising you sweetly.

Eddie's mouth is latched onto you, sucking on your sensitive spots and stroking you with his cold fingers. The metal of his rings is now a contrast only in roughness. His tongue makes quick work of you, savoring the taste of you dripping all over his tongue. You jump at the sharp graze of his fangs every time they brush your tender flesh. He can hear your heart beating, sucking harder when you buck your hips into his mouth.

And Billy watches. He stands to the side of you, and even though you can see him in your peripheral vision, you can't see where the cold, slimy, surprisingly strong tentacles come from. The same thrashing vines you'd seen in the upside down now wrap tight around your waist, keeping you pinned down tight. They roam around, keeping your chest and nipples occupied when Stevie’s hands are elsewhere. One particularly thick tentacle creeps down your spine, and he sighs, breathy, his pleasure evident as he probes gently into your puckered hole. His hand pumps his cock in sync with the dexterous tentacle pumping in and out of your ass, squeezing its juices deeper inside you.

You're so glad to have your boys back <3

#stranger things smut #stranger things #eddie munson smut #steve harrington smut #billy hargrove smut #flayed!billy #vampire!eddie #monster hunter!steve #tw smut #tw triple penetration #tw tentacles #steddingrove #drabbles #thirsting hours

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074kira · 2 years

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UGHH i hate how this turned out but i still wanna share it :,,) anyways kas!eddie but instead he’s just a regular vampire pinning down a vampire hunter steve

#doodle #stranger things #fan art #fruity four #sketches #st4 #steddie fanart #steve x eddie #steve harrington #edward munson #vampire eddie munson #kas eddie munson #eddie munson #vampire hunter steve

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three-possums-playing-human · 2 years

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I need an au where instead of all the upside down bullshit it’s more like fkcn… i dunno a blend of Gravity Falls and Teen Wolf where the party is a weird mix of supernatural creatures and humans and they go ghost hunting and monster hunting and just have fun with it. And of course Steddie is a part of it.

#steddie fanfic #steddie #steve x eddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #stranger things au #ghost hunter au #monster hunter au #feel free to tag who is what creature #obviously eddie is a vampire #steve is a werewolf #or a very confused human #eddie is alive #and no one dies #fanfic ideas #someone write a fic #please #i am on my hands and knees

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comfortablynumb · 2 years

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I’ve seen Vampire Eddie and Werwolf Steve AUs, but I’d like to counter it with:

Vampire Eddie, Werewolf Cub Dustin, and retired Monster Hunter Steve.

#steddie #steve and dustin #steve and eddie #eddie and dustin #steve harrington #dustin henderson #eddie munson #vampire eddie munson #human steve harrington #monster hunter steve harrington #werewolf dustin henderson #stranger things #stranger things s4 #stranger things season 4

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eddiesbirdie · 2 years

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In The Name of Love Masterlist

Summary: Hawkins is under investigation for sudden the earthquake that happened recently along with the murder spree happening throughout the town. Outsiders of Hawkins have to join forces with the group to defeat the new threat while protecting their own.

Pairing: Vampire! Eddie Munson X Fem!Henderson Hunter Reader

The Typical Supernatural Creatures Featured in this fan-fic.

Future Warnings: Blood & Gore, Violence, Cursing, Anxiety,

Sorry for the grammar and spelling mistakes in advance.

Ao3 Link | Teaser |

Chapters:

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More Chapters to come.

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Hunter and Prey

Part 2 (Part 1) and more to come!

Eddie never thought he would end up here.

Sure, he always knew he'd stay with Wayne, even through the occasional dreams of getting out of this shithole of a town. Staying here, with Wayne and Chrissy, was something he had imagined when he thought about the future, but he never thought his life would become this. Growing up, vampires and werewolves and swamp monsters were figments of people's imaginations. Stories to be told around the campfire. The right stuff for movies and books, but too scary (or campy) to be real. The Munson Doctrine was pretty clear on this.

That is, until Eddie walks in on an actual vampire sucking the life out of his best friend his senior year. He's not proud that his first reaction was to freeze in absolute horror, his mind rejecting what was happening right in front of him. Chrissy was lying motionless, a tall guy with dirty blond hair leaning over her, his teeth prolonged into fangs and dark blood dripping from his mouth. Eddie's body felt numb, but he stumbled over to Chrissy as fast as his shaky legs could carry him and tried to help her, but nothing he did would dislodge the vampire. It actually seemed like the bastard thought it was funny.

Just as Eddie was about to go into full panic mode, ready to do something probably very stupid, the doors to the gym slammed loudly open. Both the vampire's and Eddie's heads whipped around in perfect harmony at the sound, something he would have found hilarious under any other circumstances. Before Eddie knew what was happening, the vampire gasped, a choked sound of utter surprise, and clutched at his chest, where a stake protruded from where Eddie thought his heart must be.

Right in front of Eddie's eyes, the vampire made one last garbled sound before simply turning to ash. Eddie slowly looked up from where a monster of the night had just been feasting on his best friend to a tall, broad man holding a crossbow at eye level.

"What the —" Before Eddie could finish the thought, Chrissy started coughing and his attention was drawn back to helping his friend. The man walked over to them, watching as Eddie pulled off his shirt and pressed it to the wound at Chrissy's throat. After a long moment, he said, "She'll be all right, son. Probably saved her life."

And that was the moment that changed his life forever. The man who introduced himself as Hopper helped him bandage and clean Chrissy, and in the process opened his eyes to a world he never dreamed existed.

His earlier run-in with the strangely helpful vampire made him think about that day. He had to remind himself that this was the true nature of vampires. They don't help humans out of the goodness of their unbeating hearts. They are soulless predators. He'd do well to remember that.

"You got everything, son?" Wayne asks, filling a large pitcher of water from the sink.

"Yeah, I think so." Eddie watches as Wayne finishes filling the pitcher, then picks up a worn book, muttering under his breath over the water. Meanwhile, Eddie checks to make sure he has everything he needs, patting himself down to do a quick inventory. Wayne fills the assortment of water pistols on the table with the holy water he just consecrated and hands them to Eddie. Eddie holsters the guns. Wayne's eyes roam over him, double-checking that he's got everything he needs.

"Hey," Eddie says, drawing Wayne's attention to his face and putting a hand on his shoulder. "I'll be fine, Uncle Wayne. These leeches won't know what hit them." He punctuates the statement with a broad grin.

Wayne huffs with a small smile, but Eddie sees the twitch in his eyebrows. "You better, son. Remember, if you get even an inklin’ that things might head into something unsavory, you call —”

"You and Hop, I know, I know," Eddie interrupts. Wayne smiles at him, but it doesn't reach his eyes. Eddie knows how much it stresses Wayne out to see Eddie put his life on the line like this, but Wayne also knows how important it is for Eddie to go out night after night. "Batten down the hatches and I'll be back soon."

"Just come back in one piece and with all the blood still in your veins, 'kay?"

Eddie gives Wayne a two-finger salute, backs up to the door, and pushes it open. Wayne follows him as Eddie steps through it and into the night, watching as he gets farther and farther away, the darkness quickly consuming him.

Part of an ongoing series @legitcookie and I will be doing! We’ll be going back and forth posting parts, so keep that in mind.

This is dedicated to our Elle Woods-coded, big brained, fabulous friend @yournowheregirl We’re taking your twilight loving heart, corrupting it with a show you’ve never seen (btvs), and making our blorbos smash together like barbies. We adore you immensely and we would be nothing without you 💜

#steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things fanfic #steddie #steddie ficlet #steddie au #vampire hunter!eddie munson #vampire!steve harrington #reposting because tumblr acts weird #trying to find out if it's a bug #My writing #hunter and prey fic #sidekickcookie

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Mercy

Still accepting prompts for oneshots in my ask but for now enjoy this one ^-^

Vampire! Eddie, Hunter!Steve, Hunter male!reader.

Warnings: blood, slight gore (light descriptions of a wound), SH (the use of a blade and blood to tempt Eddie)

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The day had been long and draining, full of meetings and training sessions and at the end of it all Y/N just wanted to get changed into his pyjamas and slide into bed early.

But of course the universe had other plans for him, as he stares out of his front door at the two rain soaked figures on his porch. Steve Harrington, a fellow hunter and Y/N's best friend since middle school stands in the film street light, an arm slung over his shoulder as he shoots him a shy smile. "Hi" he readjusts the body leaning against him.

A vampire, he can tell by the goosebumps rising on his arms, a subtle warning from his mind. This man is dangerous, stay alert. Though currently the danger seems nullified by the fact that the beast can hardly stand on his own. A dark mop of sodden brown curls covers their face. Harrington must've really fucked this guy up.

His eyes move back to assess his friend "Harrington" . It's formal, the way they'd speak within their place of business. "You got an explanation for this" why was he here in the middle of the night? Why does he have a half dead vampire clinging to himself? Why does he look so broken? He nods "I do, invite us inside and I'll explain" Y/N eyes the vampire cautiously and Steve takes note of this "he won't be trouble, his name is Eddie" he supplies.

Clearing his throat the hunter nods, stepping back to allow space for them to pass by "alright. Eddie, come inside" and just like that he can feel his defense to the outside world drop with a single invitation. Steve shoots him a grateful smile as he hurries them inside, making his way into the living room. "Do you mind explaining what's going on now?" Y/N asks as he shuts the door and follows them in, watching as Steve lays the vampire down on his couch with too much care.

Steve turns to face him and takes a deep breath "I didn't know who else to turn to, he's hurt and I panicked and you always seem to know how to fix things when I fuck up" Y/N observes the vampire from where he stands across the room. His breathing is shallow, mouth barely parted to allow for what probably started as harsh pained panting. There's a sheen of sweat across his forehead and the skin it sits on is pale and sallow. The cause for his condition is clear to him now, the shaft of a wooden stake protruding from his chest, the wound staining a grey Metallic cropped shirt with dark patches of crimson.

"You staked a vampire...and now you feel bad about it?" Y/N asks incredulously, Steve runs a hand down his face and shakes his head "no, I didn't stake him" he levels the man with an annoyed look, though Y/N feels its directed towards whoever actually staked the vampire " some stupid trainee attacked him, I was lucky to find him. The bastard just left him there in the alley way to rot" he growls.

"Still not understanding why you want to help him. You're acting like you're friends with this bloodsucker" the hunter frowns eyeing the body on the couch. Steve huffs hands on his hips "I am, well Henderson is. Eddie and I are...acquaintances? I guess" he sounds unsure of his own answer but Y/N ignores that in favour of the new information "you let Henderson hang out with a vampire?" He grinds his teeth trying to rein in his anger. "No! I didn't even know at first but then he started disappearing for hours each day and got cagey when I asked about it, so I followed him and long story short, after a scuffle I met Eddie" he sounds like Robin in the way that he rambles quickly barely pausing for breaths. "Okay" Steve eyes him as if he were expecting more than just "okay".

Steve startles as (Y/N) moves forwards without another word, stepping closer to the vampire "do what do we do?" He sounds anxious and with the way he eyes Eddie it's clear he cares for the man, but sometimes people have to do things they don't like. "We stake him, usual protocol" (Y/N) asserts when Steve moves to stand in front of Eddie who only murmurs a groan when his arm hanging off of the sofa is bumped into. He'll be waking up soon he surmises. "No, are you fucking crazy? That'll break Dustin's heart. I asked for help, murder isn't helpful" (Y/N) remains steadfast in his decision. "This is a mercy, there's no gain in living as a vampire".

He's trying to be kind but Steve just can't seem to see it.

"Just cause you've got a bad past with vampires doesn't mean we all have to see them as simply villains" that cuts deep and with the look Steve's giving him, he definitely knows it did. Before (Y/N) can retort a low growl cuts the tension, a hand grips Steve's wrist as a pair of crimson eyes lock onto (Y/N)'s own, the face twisted into a feral snarl beneath a dark mess of matted hair. The vampire is awake and doesn't at all look happy at being woken up.

"Steve" the voice rumbles from deep within the vampire's chest. Steve doesn't move his gaze from the other hunter, the air feels thick with tension "are they threatening you?" (Y/N) feels irked at this, as if he'd threaten his best friend. "No, he's threatening you" at this the vampire settles a little, the snarl dropping into a deep frown. "Oh" his hand doesn't leave Steve's wrist, his thumb rubbing back and forth along the skin of his forearm.

"(Y/N)" Steve's addressing him now "Eddie isn't a threat. He's had plenty of opportunities to rip my throat out and hasn't. He's sweet and is a great friend to Dustin. So please help me out here" it's tense, both seemingly not willing to back down. Eddie's eyes flicker back and forth between the two, every muscle in his body tensed, ready to intervene if the two decide to come to blows.

Then just like that (Y/N) backs down "fine" both Steve and Eddie look equally shocked. Without a word Steve stumbles forwards, bringing (Y/N) in for a tight hug. There's not much he can do other than pat his friend on the back whilst keeping a wary eye on the vampire. It seems the two have a mutual distrust of each other, Eddie eyeing the hand (Y/N) uses to stroke Steve's back. "Thank you" he mumbles into the shoulder of his grey pyjama top. Stepping back Steve gives him a genuine smile which he has no hope in not returning.

"Right" (Y/N) clears his throat, combing his fingers through his hair "go check the mini fridge, it should have a blood pack in it" Steve's smile falters, eyes darting between his two friends. Noticing this (Y/N) holds up his hands "I'm not going to hurt him. I just want to check the wound area, we don't know if the stake was laced with something or not" he explains, though Steve still seems unsure "Steve, I've never lied to you before. I'm not going to start now" with a sigh he nods "you're right, I'm sorry" (Y/N) Pats his shoulder as he passes by, leaving the hunter and the vampire alone.

It's silent for a moment, the two sizing each other up.

(Y/N) may not like this guy but for Steve he'd try to be on his best behaviour. "You try anything and I may have to bend my word" he warns, moving to stand in front of the couch. The vampire chuckles moving to lay back down, wincing as he readjusts himself to a more comfortable position. "Oh we wouldn't want that now would we? Don't want to upset Stevie". Stevie? Seriously, that's what he was nicknaming his colleague?

"Glad we agree on something" he mumbles crouching down in front of the couch, without a word he pulls on either side of the hole in the vampire's shirt, tearing it open to reveal more of the wound. "Woah, hey!" The vampire squawks indignantly, to which (Y/N) ignores him "at least take me out to dinner first" he huffs, the hunter eyes the skin around the wound. It's so pale that (Y/N) can see the blue veins hiding beneath the skin, looking the stake over it's clear that it wasn't made to hold poison and the veins look clean.

(Y/N) is aware of Eddie's eyes on him throughout the inspection, he doesn't move, doesn't say anything. He just watches.

The hunter sits back on his heels as Steve re-enters the room empty handed "no luck on the blood bag" (Y/N) frowns, he must have used it up on his last hunting trip. "Shit" he curses before leaning back to reach for the coffee table. Steve makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat, starting towards (Y/N) as he grabs the red pen knife and flicks it open.

"You said-" (Y/N) holds his empty hand up to stop Steve from going all mother hen on his ass again. "I'm not using it on your vampire friend" he huffs, pressing the blade into the skin of his forearm, he can hear the vampire's breath hitch audibly as Steve lets out his own gasp. A tan hand quickly wraps itself around the wrist holding the blade, pulling it away from the shallow wound with a harsh jerk, (Y/N) raises his eyes to meet Steve's which seem to flash between frustration and worry "what the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Feeding your leech, he's not going to heal on his own quick enough with an injury like that" he throws a glance at the vampire who is now leaning up on his elbows, dark eyes locked onto the trickle of blood making its way down the knife in the hunter's hand. "And from the looks of it he hasn't fed in awhile either'' Steve's attention is now directed towards the vampire. "Eddie?" He questions and (Y/N) can't help but wonder if Steve has ever even seen his friend look so...animalistic before.

To his suprise however Eddie manages to shift his gaze to Steve, it's clearly a struggle with the blood being so tempting but he does it. A vampire actively resisting blood? Now that's something he didn't get to see often. "Sorry, yeah. I'm here" the vampire shakes his head in a clear attempt to shake his feral thoughts.

(Y/N) pulls his hand free, placing the knife handle in Steve's, now, free hand. "Right, let's get this over with" turning to face the vampire, he holds his forearm out to the man "if you try to drain me, I'll stake your ass so fucking quick" he warns which the vampire seems to heed as he once again observes the blood before him with a fascination. "Yeah" he breathes "go on then" (Y/N) urges wanting this to be over with as quickly as possible.

It seems Eddie doesn't need to be told twice as he leans forwards, hands coming up to wrap around (Y/N)'s wrist and elbow as he leans forwards to brush his lips across the skin of the hunter's arm. (Y/N) watches as his lips lift back to reveal gleaming white fangs in the dim glow of the couch's table side lamp. The bite is quick, fangs slicing cleanly into the soft flesh in his grasp, the hunter grunts in pain dropping his head forwards to squeeze his eyes shut and clench his bared teeth. It hurts but soon that feeling is washed away by a wave of warmth spreading throughout his body, relaxing his muscles and filling his mind with cotton. He can feel the blood being drawn from his body, the vampire gulping down mouthful after mouthful of the precious crimson liquid.

While he's still somewhat in his right mind (Y/N) moves his free hand to grip the stake jutting out from the vampire's chest and with a quick harsh tug, pulls the wood free from the mess of flesh it had bitten into. Eddie hisses in pain driving his teeth further into flesh and (Y/N) groans at the flash of pain before it's once again wiped away by that oh so gentle warmth.

This isn't exactly what he was expecting a vampire bite to feel like.

"Easy" that's Steve's voice in his ear and his hands on his shoulders keeping him steady from behind as (Y/N)'s leans back into his chest. The vampire on the couch laps at his still bleeding wound, cleaning every little drop from his skin before releasing his arm to watch him being hauled up into his friend's arms. "Eddie you stay here, we'll sleep on the couches tonight" the vampire nods seemingly well and truly satiated. "Sleep tight hunter" the vampire waves as Steve backs out of the room and towards the stairs taking two at a time to reach the landing. "I owe you" he mutters as he walks "I know that was a lot for you, I'm really grateful" (Y/N) can only grumble something unintelligent as he's placed rather gently onto his bed and tucked in.

This is nice, Steve tucking him in is a nice gesture.

(Y/N) watches glumly as Steve makes his way back over to the door to leave and join Eddie downstairs. There's a vampire in his house and he's extremely vulnerable right now. That should freak him out, he should be on high alert but all he can think about is how he wants Steve to stay. For them to share a bed like they did when they were younger after the trauma of their first few missions together. He wants to, but he doesn't. Instead he watches Steve flick the light off and step into the hallway. "Goodnight (Y/N), I'll see you in the morning" he slips further under the covers, eyes fighting to stay open in the dim light but it's a losing battle and as he begins to drift off he hears a simple "thank you".

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