#vampire eddie

[deadgirlhawkins]

coming for your heart like a cannibal, 🫀

oh she lets me right in and I'm fed 'til I'm full 🫀

if something goes wrong, I'm accountable 🫀

oh a life without her is no life at all 🫀

I la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-love you, cannibal queen 🫀

[boltedfruit]

Vampire Eddie and more-than-willing Steve commission for @eddiethehunted! Thank you so much again!

[karmaxxx130art]

Fanart for I'm Still A Person. So Treat me Like One. By WitcherWonder ( @witcherwonder ) on ao3. This fic is amazing!!! The hurt/confort is very hight level. Go read it !!!

Vampire Steve and Eddie experimented on by Brenner in a lab lost somewhere.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/67167454/chapters/173454832

[butididnottried]

I should draw from time to time, it's a fun activity.

[ladykailitha]

Well Met By Moonlight Part 1

Hi!!! So...I know I don't usually put out stories until they're a lot further into the story (side-eyes soulmate AU and Boy With a Bat), but this one is begging to escape confinement and I have fallen in love with the story so...

The title is a play on the line from Midsummer's Night's Dream, "Ill met by moonlight, Titania." In which Oberon is not pleased to see her. So I twisted it a bit to make it more romantic.

You can read the world building here!

Also if there are weird tense changes I'm so sorry!!! I tried to find all of them but I'm not sure I caught all of them!!!

*

Steve ran blindly through the trees, branches and roots raising to slow his progress to safety. He stopped for breath behind a tree, his leg aching and bleeding from the bullet wound.

"Fuck!" he cursed under his breath. He had been hearing the rumblings from the high school and beyond. He had heard that there were certain people in town picking up metaphorical pitch forks and torches against the supernatural community. He should have listened more carefully, but more than one of his pack had dismissed it as baseless rumors.

Steve closed his eyes as he fought back the tears that sprang up in the sheer agony he felt. He bit back a groan through clenched teeth. He couldn’t shift due to the silver and because of that, he couldn't heal either.

He could hear them getting closer, crashing and stumbling through the underbrush like a newborn deer. He scoffed in disdain, at least he was wounded, what was their excuse?

He tried to slow his breathing, this was no time for snarky commentary. For the first time in his life, he felt real fear. Not the jittery nerves of asking a girl out or the thrilling danger of fighting older and stronger wolves for the title of alpha. No this was true fear.

Steve opened his eyes slowly as he weighed his choices. He could either keep going and hope he made it to the pack compound, or he could make a break for the trailer park as it was closer.

He squeezed his eyes shut and ran for the tree line. He was almost there when... SNAP!

He screamed as his wounded leg got caught in a foothold trap. He tried to wrestle the trap off his leg, but the trap like the bullet was silver. A twig snapped to his left and he looked up.

He was surrounded by five men. Even in the dim light he could make out who they were. Jason Carver, Patrick McKinney, Andy Miller, Chance Nelson, and Josh Bentley. All wannabe hunters.

Jason was the worst. He had thought his pretty little girlfriend Chrissy Cunningham was human and she turned out to be a vampire. He was so disgusted he started trying to stir up the town against its supernatural population. And from the looks of it, he was succeeding.

And then his world went black.

*

When Steve came to, he could feel the pain of silver all over. His head, his neck, his wrists, and ankles. He lifted his head and realized that they were more than just five punk kids with too much free time on their hands. They were sick fuckers.

He was completely naked, his neck, hands, and feet were bound to a cross with thick silver cord and on his head he could feel the sting of silver thorns pressing into his scalp.

Andy whistled and all five of them stood up.

Jason picked up a metal baseball bat and dragged it behind him as he sauntered up to Steve. “Well, looks like the pup is finally awake. Hey little doggy, want a treat?”

The other boys laughed.

“This attempted murder, you assholes!” Steve spat, spitting blood in their faces.

Jason wiped off his face with a grimace. “No, it’s hunting. You’re monsters, all of you. The vampires and the werewolves. It’s time the humans rose up and took our town back. And we’re starting with you.”

Jason readied his bat when suddenly there was a snarling sound.

Steve could hear the flap of giant wings, but his captors could not.

Patrick screamed when something big and dark landed in front of him. In the dim light of their distant fire, they could only make out the shape.

It stood on pair of digitigrade legs, that ended in large cat-like paws. It’s giant, leathery wings were unfurled to its massive fifteen foot span. Its red eyes glittered with malice and rage. From what they could see of the hands, the ended in long claws or talons and the fingers were tipped black.

The beast in front of them roared.

Andy was the first to turn to tail. “You said werewolves! You didn’t say anything about vampires!” he screamed over his shoulder.

“Get back here!” Jason hissed. “We have silver you moron! He can’t hurt us!”

The vampire chuckled darkly and took a a step toward Jason, cocking his head to side, just before he lunged right at him.

*

Wayne smelled the blood of a wounded werewolf first. He straightened up in his comfy recliner and scented the air. Eddie, who had been preoccupied playing his guitar, stopped.

He tilted his head toward the direction Wayne was scenting.

Wayne made a face. “Silver. I told Sheriff Powell those boys would be trouble.”

Eddie nodded. Even before Wayne changed him into a vampire, he knew that Jason Carver and his ilk were bad news.

“Go!” Wayne growled. “I’ll inform the authorities.”

Eddie grinned. He was finally going to get a little payback for the bullying in high school tonight. He leaped from the trailer and had transformed before he even reached the arc of his jump. His wings extended and with two mighty beats he was airborne.

*

Now that he was in the air he could smell what Wayne had. The cloying scent of werewolf blood. It was richer and darker then human blood with a kind of spice to it, like clove or cardamon.

And it was absolutely tainted with silver.

Those idiots! Eddie snarled. Not only had the hunted a werewolf just yards away from their compound they had also hunted so close to the trailer park. It was like they were asking for hell to be brought down on their heads.

He ran his tongue over his fangs as he sought out his prey. He swooped down about one yards feet from Forest Hills and caught sight of the trap the hunters had used to capture the werewolf.

A chill ran down his spine. Those types of traps were considered inhumane to animals he couldn’t imagine someone wanting to use it on a sentient being for fuck’s sake.

Eddie quickly dismantled the trap and disposed of the pieces safely. He didn’t want anyone to get hurt on it, human or supe.

After he was done he noticed that some of the blood of the werewolf had gotten on his hands. He brought one finger to his lips for a taste and god it tasted divine.

It also told him he had a much bigger problem on his hands then a wounded werewolf on his hands.

The bastards had taken Steve. The Harrington pack alpha.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! Eddie thought as he kicked at the forest floor.

This was bad.

*

Having tasted the blood, all his senses were filled with the scent of Steve Harrington. Eddie had to stop and narrow in on one sense. His sense of smell. He blocked out everything else.

Eddie launched himself back into the air again. This time he was able to sense were they had taken him.

It led him to a small clearing with a lit fire and the scent of blood was all over the camp site and everywhere else for about one hundred yards in all directions.

Eddie had to begrudgingly give them that one. If Steve hadn’t been the alpha, that would have confused anyone trying to find him. But it seemed like these idiots didn’t realize that being the alpha came with a shit ton of perks.

Being able to change someone into a werewolf, the ability to banish people from the pack, the ability to bond with a mate (other werewolves mated, but it was more like a marriage to humans), and the ability to have the whole pack know where you are based on your scent.

Eddie wasn’t completely sure about the magics on that, but it fascinated him deeply.

And then he saw Steve and a growl was ripped from his throat against his will.

They weren’t leaving anything to chance. Either Steve died from the blood loss and not being able to heal because of all the silver or he would suffocate from being fucking crucified.

And then Eddie folded his wings and dropped to the forest floor in a dive.

*

Steve watched in utter fascination and admiration as the vampire played with and chased his prey.

Fuck.

He was in too much pain if thought it was sexy as hell. He was lightheaded and nauseous from the blood loss and the silver burning into his skin. He chest hurt and he was starting to struggle to breathe.

He lowered his head to his chest, trying to catch his breath, but he felt it rattle around his chest.

Suddenly there were flashing lights and shouts from men other then the hunters.

Steve must have blacked out again, because in front of him was a terrified Sheriff Powell and very angry Eddie Munson.

“This is the price of your inaction!” Eddie was snarling.

“They are just kids!” the sheriff hissed back.

“Not if they can do that to the alpha of the largest pack in the county,” Eddie snapped. “I will make sure that coven is made aware of this as well as the pack.”

Sheriff Powell gulped. “You wouldn’t!”

Eddie leaned into his space. “You should have thought of that before you did nothing!”

Sheriff Powell hung his head. He looked back up at Steve and then he nodded. He walked back to the other police officers and cars.

Steve suddenly felt cool hands touch his face gently.

“Hey, Stevie,” Eddie murmured. “You awake, babe?”

He lifted his head and Eddie hissed in sympathy. “They beat you good.”

Steve didn’t even feel the pain in his face not when everything else hurt as much if not worse. “I’m dying...”

Eddie cursed. “Let’s get you down from there before that can happen, okay? Just hold on, I’ve got you.”

Steve heard a crack and suddenly he was being lowered gently to the ground, face first.

“Sorry about the dirt in your face, Stevie,” Eddie murmured, “But this is the easiest way to get the silver off of you.”

Steve tuned his head and nodded the best he could.

CRACK!

The wood splintered and he felt the wood and silver band slide off his left arm. He wanted to immediately tuck it under his chest to protect it from further harm, but he was too tired to even so much as twitch his wrist.

Slowly, one by one, Eddie broke the cross around him until Steve was free.

Eddie rolled him over and pulled him into his embrace.

Steve reached up and stroked Eddie’s cheek. “Thank you.”

Eddie blushed. “You’re okay now.”

He reached down and tried to break the chain across Steve’s neck. But it sapped his super-human strength and no matter how hard he tugged, it remained firmly in place.

“Sorry,” he told Steve. “I can’t break it, but I can at least get the crown off, so it doesn’t muss your pretty hair.”

Steve laughed. “It’s okay, this isn’t the first time I’ve had a silver collar and I’m sure it won’t be the last.”

Eddie winced at that because who the fuck would do something like that to him.

Eddie tenderly propped Steve up against a tree and tore several ribbons from the bottom of his shirt and gently wrapped Steve’s neck in the soft black cotton. “I hope this will help keep it off your skin so that you can heal enough not to die before I get you to the compound.”

“How are you going to get me home?” Steve asked. “Won’t the silver sap your strength?”

Eddie chuckled. “Only if it touches my skin, but even if that wasn’t the case, I’d still be able to carry you from here to there, no problem.”

Steve threw his head back and laughed. “You been bench pressing behind everyone’s back there, Munson?”

Eddie scooped him up without effort and cradled him to his chest. “You aren’t any heavier than a drum kit, sweetheart, and I’ve hauled those plenty of times. Plus I was in stage crew in high school. Those backdrops aren’t lightweights let me tell you.”

“All right, you win,” Steve conceded.

Eddie looked down at Steve and could already tell that even with the bullet in his leg, Steve was looking better.

He walked all the way to the compound, afraid of flying because he hadn’t flown with someone before and was terrified he’d drop Steve. Steve and he murmured to each other whole trip, growing fonder with each step.

Steve felt safe again, wrapped in the arms of this metalhead vampire. When he ran from the hunters he never thought he’d feel that ever again.

In a time that was far too long and not quick enough at the same time, they arrived at the entrance the pack.

“Okay, Stevie,” Eddie said gently placing him on the ground. “If I walk in there, your pack is going to rip me to shreds.”

“I know,” Steve mumbled. “I’m grateful you got me this far. Thank you.”

“I’ll check up on you tomorrow when you’re all healed, though,” Eddie promised.

Steve cupped Eddie’s cheek again. “I look forward to it.”

Eddie blushed a dark red in the moonlight. “Get well, alpha.” And then he took off into the night as three keepers came rushing to the line of trees to help Steve.

He smiled ruefully and then set off for home.

***

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[witcherwonder]

Chapter 22 of I’m Still A Person. So Treat me Like One. Has been posted to ao3! (Sorry about this chapter :) )

For those that don’t know it:

Fandom: Stranger Things

Ship: Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson

Vampire Steve Harrington. Vampire Eddie Munson.

Hurt/ comfort. Angst. Mostly from Steve’s pov. (Steve has so much trauma)

Summary:

The bat bites changed him. His memories are fading like his humanity. He's hurt. He doesn't know how long he's been here. He just wants to escape, but too many things keep changing. That, coupled with the fact that he can hardly remember the Before. Will Steve ever catch a break?

[coloringthebanner]

happy halloween from some (quickly sketched) gals!

[jellyfish-confetti]

Just bros being dudes

[r1ddl3-m3-th1s]

*turns him into a vampire*

Oh! *he looked at his teeth and chuckled* I do like this

[desolateyears]

Okay let’s try this again, here’s my Halloween Lesbian Steddie🎃🦇👻🖤❗️Happy October‼️🎃

[rosecoloredmax]

born in the shadows (to die in the dust)

buddie | 9k | mature

vampire eddie, catholic guilt, sexuality exploration, blood

Against his own will, Eddie's body stills, every bone frozen in time, eyes unblinking, breath caught in his throat. Like a wolf preying in the shadows, not moving for fear of scaring its prey. Every one of Eddie's senses is tuned into Buck. The elevated beat of Buck's heart thrums in Eddie's ears, he can hear the racing of Buck's blood pumping through his veins. He feels the vibrations of Buck's muscles contracting around his bones. As though he's looking straight through Buck, peeling back his skin and talking apart his nerves with his eyes. It’s violating. It’s unfair to Buck, to have his friend look at him like this, to be subject to his depraved gaze, to his hunger- his thirst.

[rindecision]

So Hungry...

You guys wanted Vampire Eddie back, so here he is.

Made for @steddiemicrofic

Prompt | Pin Words | 388

Rating | Mature CW | Stalking, Mention of blood Tags | Vampire Eddie, Stalking, Bloodlust

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The night was dark, and Eddie's bloodlust was getting the better of him. His eyes had gone solid black, missing their usual red irises, and his whole body felt weak. He stalked the city streets with his hood up and a medical mask covering his face.

He'd found that bars near closing time were the best way to find those who wouldn't remember anything come morning. The trouble was that he couldn't always tell what they were hopped up on. Anything that got in the bloodstream got to him as well.

In his hungry haze, Eddie ended up following more of an ass than a person, just watching it swing back and forth like a juicy pendulum with every step. It wasn't until the man got his car keys from his back pocket that Eddie remembered he was stalking the dude.

He took a quick glance around and once he was confident that the coast was clear, he used what little energy he had left to activate his speed and strength to drag the man into the nearest alleyway.

"What the fuck?!" Steve grunted after he was pinned to the wall with enough force to knock the wind from his lungs.

"My apologies, but—" Eddie froze when he got a good look at the man. He was stunning. "I—" he swallowed, staring into a pair of large brown, pouty eyes that had his knees going weak.

Once he got a look at his attacker's eyes, Steve froze in fear. He'd never seen solid black eyes before, and it made his blood run cold. He shifted the arms that were being held against the brick wall, finding that they wouldn't budge under the impressive grip.

Eddie blinked off his daze and used his shoulder to pull down the medical mask. "Sorry, I just need..." he sighed hazily as he leaned his mouth towards the beautiful man's neck. "So hungry..." he muttered, his vision going.

"I don't have any food," Steve fought, trying to squirm out of the inhuman hold. "What do you want from me?" He gasped when he managed to break free. "Shit," he hissed, catching his attacker before he hit the ground. The man's hood fell back as his eyes fluttered close. "Eddie?!" he exclaimed in disbelief, staring at the old classmate passed out in his arms.

[deadgirlhawkins]

if anyone wants to send requests (or just comment them on this post) i'm happy to read them! i may not draw all of them, but if there's a scenario or an outfit you'd like to see steve and eddie (or even robin and nancy) in, feel free to ask!

⭐🩶🦷🪽

[butididnottried]

Funny activities u can do at the beach with your mermaid boyfriend but not really with your vampire boyfriend becuase, well, the scorching sun. Like swimming, playing in sand first time in years and sunbathing because Billys skin is always golden brown and you look more like Eddie, prince of paleness.

[ladykailitha]

Remember how I said I had too many AUs. Well, another one just dropped. I've been working on this one off and on all week not really sure I was going to do anything with it, but last night it became a full -fledged story and not just a plot bunny.

So to prepare you for that, I wrote down the world building so that I don't have to go into detail in the story.

So here you go:

Werewolf Steve and Vampire Eddie (actual title TBA).

The city of Hawkins is one of the few cities in the country that was the home to both a vampire coven and a werewolf pack. It is a safe haven for all supernatural and hunters are forbidden from entering its city limits.

The coven is run by Billy Hargrove. He swept into town with his small vampire family and killed the previous Dominus (leader), taking over the coven. Billy is born vampire, meaning both his parents were vampires who sired him. Max is also born.

Even though it’s called Harrington Pack, the pack leader isn’t hereditary. The leader is always who the strongest male wolf is. The alpha female usually the male’s bondmate but not always. Nancy is the alpha female because of how strong she is and not because she dated Steve in high school. When Hopper was alpha, Joyce was alpha female for example.

This is the largest the pack has been in years. It includes the Hoppers (originally his wife and daughter before his daughter died and his first bondmate left the pack, now him and adopted Jane), the Byers, the Wheelers, the Sinclairs, the Harringtons, and Hendersons. With the Byers and the Hendersons, the dads were banished when it came out they were abusing their family.

Banishment is a mark on the back of the former pack member’s neck that prevents other packs from taking them in or forming a pack of their own. People can willing leave a pack to join another (like getting married or joining a temporary pack when they’re at college away from home), but banishment is a raw deal and used rarely. Hop banished both Lonnie and Mr Henderson, when he came out of his drunken stupor when he adopted Jane.

The Buckleys, Hagens, and Perkins have been long time keepers of the Harrington pack. A keeper is a kind of werewolf version of a vampire’s thrall. Someone who takes care of them when they are in wolf form or can touch silver if they get hurt.

For the most part the wolf form of the pack is like their hair color. Nancy, Mike, and Dustin all have curly fur in wolf form, Mike’s isn’t has bad as the other two though. The exception being the Sinclairs, (their fur isn’t wiry or curly like the other three, it’s just longer and jet black), and Steve. He’s a two-tone wolf. He has warm brown fur on top, but his legs, belly, and tip of his tail are honey colored.

Steve is made head of the Hawkins pack after Hopper was kidnapped by hunters and was reported MPD (missing, presumed dead). He won it through combat a couple of the older wolves tried for the role, but nineteen year old Steve beat them all.

ETA: Full Story here.

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[witcherwonder]

Chapter 19 of I’m Still A Person. So Treat me Like One. Has been posted to ao3! (Whaaat I posted two chapters in one day? I know. I know. I'm just excited.)

For those that don’t know it:

Fandom: Stranger Things

Ship: Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson

Vampire Steve Harrington. Vampire Eddie Munson.

Hurt/ comfort. Angst. Mostly from Steve’s pov. (Steve has so much trauma)

Summary:

The bat bites changed him. His memories are fading like his humanity. He's hurt. He doesn't know how long he's been here. He just wants to escape, but too many things keep changing. That, coupled with the fact that he can hardly remember the Before. Will Steve ever catch a break?