My new favorite fic.
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đđđđđđđ | you always believed that Eddie would return... that he would escape, somehow, from the Upside Down and hold you again, tell you that he would never leave without his girl. well, something came back, that's for sure.
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đđđđđđđđ | smut (dubcon/noncon, really it's more like... noncon turned con?), extreme gore/violence, blood, vomiting (emetophobia tw), minor character death, vampire shenanigans, dark-ish eddie but it's complicated?, kinda stockholm syndrome-y, the most fucked up take on a "fix it fic" because it's me we're talking about here
this is a dark fic, do not hit 'keep reading' if any of the warnings would be triggering for you and/or if you are not 18 or older, thank you
You couldnât count on all your fingers and toes how many times youâd pictured this: him, here; Eddie, on your doorstep, alive. It hadnât even been two days and you couldnât count how many times youâd pictured this. Â
âOh my god,â you gasped, âtell meâ tell me Iâm not dreaming, Eddieââ
âIâm here,â he breathed, like heâd run all the way to your doorâ maybe he did. âIâm here, babyââ
You cut him off as you jumped on him, sobbing as you wrapped him up in a hug. You didnât believe it when Dustin told you that Eddie didnât make it out, and they all thought you were just in denial because you loved him so much. But you knew⌠he wasnât gone. You wouldâve felt it, the moment he left. You knew he was alive, and you held him so tightly, making sure it was real and not just some delusion of yours. But he felt real, he felt soft and hard in all the right places, his shoulders were strong and broad as you rested your weight on themâ he even smelled the same if, maybe, not quite as good⌠running around in hell for a few days will do that to you.
There was one thing different that you noticed right away, though. He wasnât warm.
âYou must be soâ oh god, come on,â you stammered, letting him out of the embrace to drag him inside. âYou must be freezingâ and so tiredâ have you slept?â
He shook his head. He still seemed a little dazed, and you guided him to your kitchen, pulling out a chair for him to sit in. He collapsed into it, leaning on the table slightly. His clothes were stained with blood, and you couldnât decide where to startâ should you go for a blanket first, or your first aid kit, or just a glass of waterâ or would he let you start cleaning his face a bit? Maybe you could run him a bath?
âSweetie,â you whispered as you knelt down before him, holding his face in your hands. His eyes were bloodshot and glassy; he still had blood on the corners of his mouth. âI canât believe youâreâ youâre here.â
He turned his face as your fingers brushed over his cheeks, and started staring at one of your hands closely. Slowly, he reached up to it, holding it as he leaned in and pressed his lips against your wrist softly. You melted inside, and watched him take a deep breath against your skin.
âI-Iâm gonna get you a blanket,â you decided, feeling how icy his grip was on your hand. You stood up, but he held on too tightly for you to get away. âLemme go, Ed, Iâll be right back, okay? I swearâ just let me get you the blanket, and then some water.â
He relented, releasing your wrist and watching you cross the room, ducking into the hallway to grab the thick wool blanket you kept there.
âHere you go,â you smiled as you ran up to him again, draping it around him as he stared up at you. You took the opportunity to give him another tight hug, but jumped back when you heard him hiss. âOh, godâ am I hurting you? Fuck, of course I am, youâre still injuredâ Iâm sorry, let me give you some bandages, okay? I donât want anything getting infectedâŚâ
You trailed off as you spun around helplessly, trying to remember which cabinet had the antisepticâ eventually, you got down on your knees and found it on your second try. There were bandages and gauze nearby, and you snagged those along with a rag to clean up the extra blood and some hydrogen peroxide while you were at it.
His eyes followed your hands as you set everything on the kitchen table, kneeling in front of him again and wetting the rag with some antiseptic to start. âOkay, Iâm just gonna⌠lift your shirt. Really carefully, and you let me know if anything hurts, okay?â
He didnât actually respond, or even nod, but you went ahead and gently peeled up the bottom of the shirtâ the dried blood stuck to his skin, and you winced in fear that youâd made it worse. But, when you glanced up at his face, it didnât show any signs of pain⌠his stare was blank, and focused in on you.
You managed to get the shirt up, seeing more dried blood all over his torso. âOh, Ed, they really ate you alive, huh?â you whispered under your breath. âThis might sting a little⌠but itâll hurt a lot less than these did.â
You swiped the rag over his skin, watching the stains of blood eventually start washing away. You kept wiping and wiping, cleaning more and more, waiting to find the bites and open wounds that all of this must have come fromâŚ
Looking up at him, you tried not to show on your face that anything was wrong. His face was still mostly expressionless; you shivered.
âEddieâŚâ you breathed, cleaning his entire stomach until there was nothing left to do but sit back and look at itâ look at the impossible. âEddie, thereâs no⌠there arenât anyâŚâ
His torso was clean, all the blood washed away and only skin leftâ no wounds, no bites, not even a scratch. Just the tattoos you remembered, the trail of hair leading to his belt buckle, that little scar heâd had as long as you knew him. But no signs heâd ever been attacked at all.
As much as you never even thought to question Dustin, you wrinkled your brows together and looked up at Eddie quizzically. When Dustin told you Eddie was dead, you knew he was wrong, but you didnât think he was lying. Dustin never wouldâve left Eddie behind if he thought there was a chance to save him⌠right? But you were forced to wonder how it was possible that Eddie was here, covered in blood and very much alive, if Dustin swore heâd died in another dimension. âDid⌠did theyâŚ?â you began to ask gently. âDid they leave you? Did they try to hurt youâ did something happen?â
Eddie shook his head.
âThen⌠what did happen? Did the bats attack you?â
He looked confused now, too. He thought about it for a long time. âYeah⌠yeah, they bit me. A lot. And I was bleeding.â
Okay, so it was his blood he was covered in. But where did it come from?
âAnd I passed out. I thought I was dying.â
âBut you woke up?â you assumed.
He nodded. âYeahâ they were gone, and I⌠I felt really sick, but I was awake. And I tried to remember where the gate was⌠and I found it, and then I found you.â
Well, that made a certain amount of sense, but not quite enough. âL-let me get you some water,â you offered, standing up quickly. As you turned away, he grabbed you at the wrist again.
âNo,â he blurted out, and you sighed with heartache as you moved close to him again.Â
âBaby, whatâs wrong?â you whispered. âWhat do you need?â
âHungry,â he finally said, âIâm hungry.â
You smiled, because you knew how to fix that. âOkayâ Iâm gonna get you something to eat, alright?â
You opened the fridge and examined the contents under the yellow lightbulbâs shine.
âIâve got fettuccine alfredo,â you listed, âand, uh, shepherdâs pie⌠half a cheese pizza⌠strawberry jell-o?â
You glanced over at him, waiting for something to work with.
âWhat sounds good?â you prompted him.
âMeat,â he answered flatly.
âO-okayâŚâ you stammered, looking back into the fridge. âIâve got a chicken breast in hereâ Iâll cook that for you, okay? It wonât take long. Iâll slice it thin and itâll cook fast, okay? Does that sound alright?â
He hesitated, but nodded.
It made you feel better knowing you could finally do something for him; you offered for him to lay down or get in the shower while you cooked his food, but he just waitedâ you sliced the chicken and seasoned it while the pan heated, glancing over at him every couple of minutes. Thankfully youâd convinced him to drink some water in the meantime, but he nursed it surprisingly slowly considering how long he must have gone without.
âYouâre sure you donât want anything else with this?â you asked, seeming to tear him out of a trance.
âHuh?â he mumbled.
âYou knowâ I could boil some pasta, chop some veggies, something to eat with this?â
âN-no, just the chicken is fineâŚâ he insisted.
âWell, itâs almost ready,â you smiled. âSmells good, right?â
His nostrils flared for a second, and his eyes darted away. You knew a no when you saw one⌠he reached up and covered his nose and mouth for a second, wiping the blood off of his mouth and chinâ seemed like a good thing to do before he ate.
Sliding the food onto a plate, you waved a hand over it to hopefully speed up the cooling-off process; you cut one of the pieces of cooked meat in half, to make sure it was white all the way through, and sighed in relief when it was. Last thing Eddie needed now was salmonellaâŚ
You felt like a proper housewife, setting the plate in front of him with a smile, taking your own seat. âHere you go, bon appetit,â you beamed, placing the fork next to him just in time for him to snatch it up and dig in.
You brought your elbows up on the table and rested your chin on your fist, and watched him eatâ maybe a little too closely⌠but you just wanted to see his eyes light up again! You wanted to see him acting a bit closer to normal, and you knew how getting some food in your belly could do so much for your energy⌠especially after this long.
He carefully chewed each bite, swallowing thickly, like he could barely get it down. You winced. âItâs not too tough, is it? Oh god, Ed, you know Iâm not a great cook or anythingâ is it dry? Itâs dry, isnât it?â
He shook his head, and you rolled your eyes.Â
âDonât spare my feelings,â you chuckled, âyou like to lie about liking my cookingâ but not right now, Ed, I can make you something else, I can go pick something upââ
You reached onto his plate and grabbed a cube of chicken, holding it with two fingers as you took a bite to prove that he was, in fact, flattering you and it tasted like shit.
But it was fine, actually; sure, not the most compelling dish, but not bland per se and not incorrectly prepared.
As you wondered why he was having so much trouble with it, he started coughing. You leaned closer, reaching to hold his shoulders, but he brushed you away, turning to keel over towards the floor and cough harder and harderâ
When he vomited the first time, you hadn't even noticed yet that it wasn't bileâ you cooed at him sympathetically, squeezing his shoulder and trying to hold his hair back, and then froze when another stream of fluid finally caught your attention: black, nearly pitch black. The puddle on the floor, you realized, was tarry and thick. You fought the urge to grimace as you yanked your feet away; you didn't want him to feel self conscious, he'd been through enough, butâŚthis wasn't right.
Vomiting on a near-empty stomach is bad enough⌠it shouldn't have been this dark, nor this plentiful. He convulsed as another rush came out of his mouth, and you started to cry a little as you grabbed his hand and held it tight. Your heart hurt to see him like this, but your gut sank with the knowledge that something was absolutely, horribly wrongâŚÂ
"What happened to you?" you whispered, not much of a genuine question because you knew he couldn't answer. You didn't know much about the place he'd beenâ no one didâ and he'd apparently been there for days. You decided not to ask him what he did to survive, because it didn't matter: he was here. You almost lost him, and you'd do anything to keep him here with you. You weren't ready to lose him again.
âIâm sorry,â he finally choked out when he stopped, catching his breath and sitting back up. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and when his eyes fell on you again, a chill ran over your spine.
âEddie, donât apologizeâ you donât have anything to apologize for,â you assured.
âNot yet,â he replied, and you tilted your head.
âWhatâŚ?â
You stopped yourself, because you saw his eyes fall on your exposed neck. His mouth fell open slightly, his eyes went glassy again.
âEddie,â you breathedâ because you knew, somehow, that you needed to call for him. That he wasnât quite⌠here, even though he was right in front of you. âWe should go to the hospital⌠youâre sick.â
âIâm not sick,â he promised, âIâm just hungry.â
He leaned a little closer to you, and you stood up quickly. âIâll make you something else,â you decided, turning and walking to the fridge againâ but then he was behind you, in an instant, so fast that you yelped a little when he pressed up against you from behind.
âIâm so sorry,â he said again.
âI told you not toââ
He grabbed you tighter, and as much as youâd longed for him to hold you again, you instinctively tried to squirm awayâ but he was too strong. Heâd always been stronger than you⌠this was different. This was too strong. âIâm hungryâ Iâm so hungry, just⌠just stay still,â he pleaded.
You whined when his fingers dug into your shoulders, his nose running over the skin of your neck. âEddie, I-I donât⌠I donât understand,â you whispered.
âI can feel your heartbeat, I can hear it,â he informed you, âI can⌠smell you. You smell good.â
His mouth traced along your pulse, and you knew that this moment could easily be interpreted as foreplayâ the compliments, the mouth on your neck, that was all pretty typical for Eddie when he was âin the mood.â The thing was, it was so clearly not that, just from the way his voice sounded, from the way he held you against him painfully tight. âYouâre hurting me,â you whimpered.
âIâm sorry,â he said one more time, âi-itâs gonna hurt less if you stop moving, baby.â
You gasped as he started to bite down on you, much too hard already. âN-no, Eddieâ!â
Your voice broke and fell into silence when his teeth pierced your skin. The pain shattered over your body like a crack in a windshield; it stole your voice, and when you tried to cry, there was only a silent tear that fell down your cheek and onto the tile floor.
His arms wrapped around you, and you went limp in them. He stopped suckling at the wound heâd created for a moment, in order to let you fall just enough for him to catch you; he dragged you into the hallway where he knelt down and cradled you, holding the back of your head to keep your neck tilted just the way he needed to make the blood flow fastest. He lapped at it voraciously, breathing heavier, but slower, than he had before. Your body naturally tried to fight him, your weak arms pushing at his shoulders every time the pain throbbed in your neck, but soon the energy was quite literally drained from you and your arms fell limp at your sides.
It felt like it went on forever, your vision going blurry from far more than just the tears that filled your eyes, your fingers twitching through the pins and needles as you longed for the strength to push him away and runâ but you were paralyzed, everywhere except your heart, which kept beating faster yet weaker by the minute.
âE-Eddie,â you croaked under your breath, the best you could do to beg for your life. Amazingly, for how little it was, it seemed to work. He broke away from you, and you saw his face appear above yoursâ his mouth and chin were soaked in blood, drops that had run down striping his neck. He swallowed and started to catch his breath.
âIâm so sorry, baby,â he panted, âI didnâtâ fuck, Iâm sorry⌠youâre gonna be okay.â
You blinked quickly, trying to reach up to hold his collarâ to tell him it was okay, you still loved him, even if you were terrified of him. He looked like your Eddie again, he had the light in his eyes, the sweetness in his voice you were used to, and you fought through your exhaustion to smile weakly and blink the tears away. âIâm⌠so tiredâŚâ you let out with each heave of your chest, too weak to really speakâ all you could do was make the right movements with your mouth as you panted to shape each breath into words.
âThatâs okay,â he nodded, âfall asleep. Iâll be here when you wake up, and Iâm gonna⌠Iâll explain everything.â
You sighed slowly, feeling your head roll to the side as you went totally lifelessâ slumping onto the floor just in time to slip into darkness.
~
You startled awake, grabbing your neck instinctively. It all felt like some horrible dreamâŚ
Until you turned and saw Eddie sitting at the foot of the bed. âHey,â he offered sympathetically, leaning closer; you scooted back slightly, and he sighed. âD-don't be scared of me, please,â he begged, looking heartbroken, which broke your heart, too.
âIâm not scared of you,â you assured, âI justâ is it really you? Youâre my Eddie, right? Not some Upside Down version of him?â
He reached up and rubbed the back of his neck nervously. âUhâ honestly, babe, I donât know for sure. I think we can both agree some things have changed for me in the last few days.â
You nodded. âJust⌠tell me what happened. Or what you remember.â
âWell... after I found the gate... I wandered in the woods, I was so lost andâ baby, you canât imagine how hungry I was,â he explained, pleading with you to understand. âIt hurt, I felt like I couldnât even walk, it was like something was inside me trying to claw its way out⌠and there was this, um, deer.â
You choked on your own throat, because you already knew where this was goingâ if he asked you to guess what happened next, you wouldnât be able to say it, you would say that you didnât know⌠but you did. You knew, deeper inside yourself than you were willing to look.
âIâve never even shot a deer before or anything,â he reminded you, âbut I caught it with just my handsâ I chased it, and it wasnât even that hard, really⌠I donât remember it all that well⌠I just remember, um, feeding on it for a while.â
âDid it help?â
âNot as much as I hoped it would⌠I knew, by then, what I really needed. I wouldnât let myself believe it, I wouldnât say it, but⌠I swearâ I came here because I knew youâd know how to sort this all out. I wasnât going to⌠I didnât want to do that to you.â He whined slightly, letting his head fall into his hands as he hid his face. âGod, baby, Iâm so sorryââ
âEddie,â you stopped him firmly. âDid doing that to me⌠help you?â
Even before he nodded shamefully, you knew the answer, it was obvious: he was acting normal again, acting like himselfâ if a little more serious than usual. You recognized this Eddie, even when you were half-dead from the blood loss and knew that he was responsible for it⌠even then, it was him.
âYouâre not hungry anymore?â you continued. He shook his head. âThen itâs okay⌠I told you Iâd do anything for you, Eddie, that Iâd die for youââ
âI wonât kill you,â he insisted. âI canât believe I ever hurt youâ I didnât know how to stop, babe, I really couldâveââ
âShh,â you soothed, reaching up to stroke his face as his eyes started to water. âItâs okay, whatâs mine is yours. Even my bodyâ even my⌠um, my blood.â
It felt weird to say it like that, but it was true. âI donât know how long itâll last,â he whispered. âI donât know if Iâll be that desperate again⌠what if I canât stop myself next time?â
âWeâre going to find you a real meal, Eddie,â you promised, âand maybe there wonât need to be a next time.â
~
âGuess youâre lonely without that freak boyfriend of yours, huh?â Greg snickered.
You looked away, holding your arms tightly across your chest. âY-yeahâ I shouldâve⌠left him sooner. I didnât know what he was doingâ him and his, uh, cultâŚâ
âWerenât you in Hellfire?â Greg wondered, crossing his arms to match yours, which made the puffy sleeves of his letter jacket look even more ridiculous. âWe all thought you were his second-in-commandâ you helped hide him from us, didnât you?â
âW-well, thatâs why I asked you to meet me here,â you explained, âto apologize⌠for everything. I wouldnât have protected him if I knew he was killing people.â
You hated the taste of those lies in your mouth. If this all went according to plan, no one would ever have to know you said those things about your Eddie, your angelâ but could he hear you now? It was so dark in the woods at night, so you couldnât tell if he was in earshot. If not, that would be in part a relief, but it would also be a problem since he wouldnât be here to save you when the time was right.
âSo, Iâm sorry,â you concluded. âI hope we can⌠be friends.â
You were looking down at the ground sheepishly, but in the edge of your vision, you saw Greg stepping closer. âNow, what do you wanna be friends with me for?â he purred.
âU-um,â you choked, fighting the urge to step back as Greg stalked closer. Â
âI think you might have a little crush, freak.â
Greg was right in front of you now, his sneakers just beside yours, and you found the courage to look up at him. He had the most horrible smile on his face, raising a hand to stroke your cheek. You werenât much of an actress, clearly, because you couldnât help but jerk away.
âAw, donât be shy now,â Greg frowned, âyouâre the one that asked me to come see you tonight⌠at Skull Rock⌠alone. I wasnât born yesterday, sweetheart, I know what that means.â
You wanted to scream at him, Iâm not your fucking sweetheart, but you couldnât; instead, you stayed still and let his hands reach around to your waist.
Now, we need to establish some⌠ground rules, you heard Eddieâs voice in your head, memories from yesterday still clear in your head. First rule is, you give the signal, and itâs over. You donât have to be a part of this if you donât want to.
You were just as sure now as you were then that you needed to do this, even if, yes, it was revolting to have Greg Willis pull you closer and slip his hands far too low on your back.
"You know, I always thought you'd be pretty if you dressed more normal," Greg informed you. "You know, ditch the ripped jeans and get a dress or something? You could even be popular⌠if you went out with me."
Shuddering, you yelped in shock when he grabbed your hips and yanked them forward into his own. His grin was shining in the moonlight, those perfect teeth in that megawatt smile. You hesitantly reached your hands up to rest on his chest.
"What do you say?" he pressed.
"U-um, well, Greg," you stuttered, "the truth is, I'm not really interested in going out."
He laughed, and you blinked quickly. "Damn, alright," he purred, "if you just wanna hook up, I'm not gonna say no to thatâŚ"
Second rule, donât let him touch you too much⌠or I might try to kill him too early, and then it all goes to shit.
Your hands balled into fists when he kissed you; he tasted like toothpaste and coffee, and you were trying so hard not to grimace or shove him back so you could deck him. He slipped his tongue in your mouth, far too aggressive, far too soonâ you whimpered and pulled him back, the two of you stumbling together until your back was pressed up against the tree. His hands squeezed your waist, then slipped down to grope your butt; you gasped and broke away, disgusted. He didnât seem to notice your disdain, or simply didnât care, and reached up to brush your hair out of the way so he could kiss your neck. Of course, when he saw the fresh scar there, he moved his head back. âWh⌠what happened to you?â Greg whispered. âIt was that cult, right? Did they try to⌠sacrifice you, like they did to Jasonâs girl?â
You pushed his hand away, but he just grabbed you again, tighterâ you whimpered slightly and tried to writhe out of his grasp.
âDonât worry, sweetheart,â he cooed, âIâm gonna make it all betterâŚâ
He grabbed your jaw, about to force you to kiss him again, when a loud thud beside you made you both turn to the side; Eddie, finally, had jumped down from the tree and was standing there glaring at both of you.
âSorry, Greg, but sheâs spoken for,â Eddie grunted, pouncing on him. Greg was well over six foot, a linebacker for the Tigers football team; Eddie knocked him down like it was nothing, sending them both flying back nearly two yards and pinning him easier than if he were just some puny kid. You yelped and covered your face, shrinking down to sit on the ground.
Final rule, you remembered as you swallowed and forced your eyes shut tightly, when I⌠do what I do⌠donât look. I donât want you to see me like that.
Memories flashed in your mind, against your will, of that look in Eddieâs eyes just before he bit you, of the way his voice sounded when he told you how hungry he was. They were interspersed with memories of your Eddie, the way he used to beâ when he would make you laugh and hold you close and make all your fears go away. Youâd been holding onto your dream that that Eddie would come back, but you could hear the sounds next to youâ the muffled whimpers, the voracious growls, the⌠gulping.
You took your hands down away from your face, slowly; you had to look. You had to know.
It was so dark, it was just shadows on shadows; you were able to make out Eddieâs wild hair first, then the general shape of himâ he was straddling Greg, on top of him, and you realized then that the movement was Gregâs legs shaking. Eddieâs rings glistened in the moonlight, his hand covering Gregâs mouth to stop him from screamingâ all just below where Gregâs wide, white eyes suddenly met yours. Youâd never been horrified to the bone before by just one look from a man; youâd never seen a man begging for his life before, either.
Eddie suddenly sat up, tossing his head back, gasping for a breath. He let his hand fall away from Gregâs mouth.
âPlease,â was all the jock was able to weakly choke out, blood sputtering out of his mouth as he spoke.
Eddie leaned down again, and you heard two horrible things at once: Gregâs final, pathetic cry; and the sound of ripping flesh.
The only thing more horrible than that was the silence. The heavy, abyssal silence of the woodsâ death didnât make a sound. Instead there was just the absence of sound, and the absence of life.
Gregâs throat was still between Eddieâs teeth, but Eddie was sitting up again, flesh dangling from his mouth. He spit out the piece of viscera, bending down to lap and slurp at Gregâs gushing open wound. Your eyes refused to tear away, even as Eddie feasted for what felt like hours, even when he wrapped his arms around Gregâs lifeless carcass and pulled his torso up so he could eat without leaning down onto the ground; he pushed Gregâs head back, until there was a horrific crack and his whole head was dangling off of what was left of his neckâ Eddie nearly unhinged his jaw to drink from where heâd torn the boy open.
It was finally over when Eddie groaned loudly, a satisfied sigh, and dropped Gregâs body unceremoniously onto the ground again. Only then did he seem to sense your eyes on him, and he turned around to look at you. The lower half of his face, even his nose and cheeks, were dripping in blood that looked black in the dark of the evening; his eyes dilated, blown out until they were almost all blackâ actually, maybe there were all black⌠you couldnât find any of that warm brown you were used to. Even without irises, you could tell that those eyes were piercing right through you, and you froze under their weight.
âThanks,â he smiled at you. âYou were right, that helped a lot.â
When you said nothing, only starting to cry, Eddie pouted slightly and tilted his head.
âBabe, whatâs wrong?â
You dared another look at Gregâs body, his head at an impossible angle from being nearly decapitated, and back up to Eddie; he frowned and let out a disappointed sigh.
âI was afraid this would happen,â he admitted, âthatâs why I told you not to look. It was hard for me to believe that I could do this, too. But this is who I am now.â
You shook your head, starting to crawl backward along the groundâ sharp leaves and sticks poked your hands as you clambered across the forest floor, but you were ignorant to the pain. âThen youâre not who I thought you were.â
âDonât do that,â he warned, seeming frustrated as you kept trying to move back. âBabe, really? Are you gonna run away from me?â
Iâm gonna try.
You fought to get up on your legs again, but they were shaking and your knees gave out instantly. Resorting to attempting to crawl along the ground, you obviously didnât make it far at all before he jumped on you; he was so fucking fast, how was he so fucking fast?
You cried loudly and kicked your legs to try to get him away, but he turned you on your back in a second and pinned you down by your shoulders.
âItâs still me,â he promised, but when he smiled at you, his mouth was still coated in blood. âBaby, itâs still me! Donât be scared.â
You shook your head, tears already flowing down your cheeks. âN-no, Eddie, itâs not. Youâre not a killerâ you wouldnât hurt anyone, ever.â
âNot if I didnât have to,â he corrected sternly. âBut Greg was a piece of shit anywayââ
âHe was a person!â
âYouâre the one that picked him!â Eddie reminded you sharply. And yes, that was true. Youâd seen Gregâs eyes on you more than once at school before, even though you were a freak and he was a quarterback; you knew he would meet you here alone if you asked him to. You knew he was kind of an assholeâ but you hadnât really appreciated before what it would do to you to send him to his death. That was your mistake, clearly; you thought you knew what you were doing, but you couldnât understand it until you saw it.
âEddie, this isnât you,â you insisted, âyouâre not youâ I believed it, because I wanted to so much, butââ
âStop,â he barked, glaring at you as his nostrils flared. You shut your mouth quickly, afraid to anger him further. âDo you need me to remind you?â he breathed. âDo you need to remember how it used to be?â
He reached down to his belt. âN-no,â you sputtered, âEddie, pleaseââ
âIâm sorry,â he sighed, ignoring you, âI havenât been taking care of you since I got back. Iâve been⌠distracted. Iâm thinking clearly now, on a full stomach and all.â
When you reached up and tried to push him off of you, his hands pinned yours down at the wrists, and you shivered as he squeezed them tightly. âEddie,â you panted, ây-youâre so coldâŚâ
âYou miss when I was warm, huh, princess?â he spat. âI was so weak then, so⌠fragile. Like you are now.â
He roughly jerked your arms up, holding both your wrists in one hand so his dominant hand could run down your body; it settled on your neck, squeezing it just enough to make you tense up and stop struggling.
âI mean, look at you, such a tiny little thing,â he cooed, âyou could just⌠snap.â
You choked on a sob as his hand tightened on your throat. He growled, low in his chest, and shut his eyes as he took a deep breath.
âI can feel your pulse, you know, I can hear it a mile away,â he informed you. âItâs so fast now, is that because youâre scared, babe? You donât need to be. Iâm not hungry anymore⌠I think Gregâs gonna hold me for a while.â
He leaned in closer, taking a long inhale right beside your face as you bit your shaking lip.
âBut itâs okay,â he whispered, âitâs okay to be scared. I like it, actually⌠makes you smell even sweeter.â
His free hand moved lower down again, and roughly ripped your jeans to shredsâ and only a split second later, carefully spread your legs, in a bizarre shift to delicacy; you didnât resist anymore⌠there wasnât much use.
âThatâs my girl,â he praised, âsee? You remember better than you think. Maybe itâs me thatâs forgottenâ it all feels so long ago now⌠but Iâm gonna remind us both how much you need this.â
He wasnât touching you anymore, he was opening his jeans and pulling out his cock, tugging on himself loosely a few times to make sure he was hard enough. His tongue darted out over his lips as he looked down at you writhing under himâ that, funny enough, reminded you of how it was before⌠except, you know, for all the blood and that you were in the fucking woods and that you just watched him murder someone with his bare handsâ and teeth. You cried a little harder as he pressed himself up against your opening.
âIâm not gonna hurt you, princess, okay?â he laughedâ like it was funny that you were terrified. âIâm gonna make you feel good, just like I used to.â
But good isnât quite what youâd call the sharp sting of him pushing in in one go, splitting you open on his cock. âEddie!â you shouted; he usually got you ready first, helped you warm up so you could take himâ it wasnât exactly an optional step, with his size. Your pain didnât bother him much anymore, apparently.
âAhah, fuck,â he laughed lightly through a sigh, âI remember this, actuallyâ remember how fuckinâ tight you always were. Like you never wanna let me go⌠sweet little cunt holding onto me so tightâŚâ
He gave you another rough thrust with a grunt, and you whimpered, tightening your fists above where he was holding you down.
âSo fuckinâ pretty,â he purred, âmy pretty girl, so beautiful when you cry for me.â
âS-stop,â you gasped out, even though this was what you thought you wantedâ even though your toes were starting to curl.
âIâm not gonna stop,â he panted, âIâm gonna fuck you, and fill you, again and again, until you rememberââ he groaned and gripped your wrists tighterâ âthat youâre mine.â
And you hated that your back arched, that your body still responded to him in a time like this; he moaned proudly, watching you with those impossibly-dark eyes.
âI bet you thought about this while I was gone,â he assumed with a growl, âI bet you touched your lonely little pussy while you waited for me, huh? Wasnât enough, was itâ âcause you need me, donât you?â
This monster had all the memories of every time you and Eddie were together, of everything that you ever said, everything that made you fall apart, and he was using it to manipulate you⌠but fuck, he was right. You used to say it all the time.
âThis is how you like it,â he recalled, ânice and deep, right? You like to still be able to feel me in the morning.â
He held his hips close to yours and grinded against you, forcing the tip of his cock to hit so deep it was like he was in your throat; your eyes rolled back, and he dipped down to lick a stripe up your neck.
âSweet girl,â he cooed, âmy needy little princessâ are you feeling better now? Not so scared, now that you know itâs really me? Nobody but me could fuck you like this.â
Yeah, he used to say that, too, but it used to mean something different. He pulled back and gave you a long but fast stroke, and you choked on a cry as your insides clenched.
âYâwanna come, babe?â he encouraged. âYouâre close, your heartbeatâs getting fast againâŚâ
It was so close, too close, and you wanted to fight it offâ but your pleasure was so much stronger than you, just like he was now. It kept your mind blank and your body weak as you started to convulse rhythmically, fighting against the words trying to escape your throat: the thing you always used to say when you came.
âSay it,â he teasedâ he remembered, too, what you always used to say. You hissed through your teeth, but kept it down, even as the feeling started to make you shake uncontrollably and go blind for a split second. âI wanna hear it, princess, just say it for me.â
You went limp beneath him, the sensation pulling away as fast as it had came, leaving you numb and lifelessâ so to speakâ as he fucked into you harder.
âI know you love me, baby,â he sighed, âcâmon, just say it. Isnât that what you wanted? To tell me you loved me one more time?â
Iâd do anything to have him back, you remembered praying, to anyone or anything that would listen, anything, Iâll give anything, just please bring him back to me. It all came into perspective then, and your fear abated. You sobbed harder, struggling under him moreâ but for a new reason. âEddie,â you cried, âplease, let me goâ pleaseâŚâ
He mustâve known it was different, because his expression changed as he carefully let your wrists go; you reached up and grabbed his blood-soaked shirt, pulling him down into you.
âI love you,â you told him, âI love you, I love you so muchâŚâ
âShh,â he soothed, slipping his arms under you and hugging you, âI know, princessâŚâ
âDonât ever leave me again,â you begged, ânever, ever everââ
âHey, hey,â he stopped you as your pleas became incomprehensible from your crying. âIâm not leaving you, okay?â
âEver?â you added, sniffling, and he released you partially from the hug to smile down at you softly.
âEver,â he agreed. âIâm so sorry that I had to go away before⌠but I came back, didnât I? Iâll always come back to you.â
You looked up at him, beaming even through your tears, and reached up to hold his face. As your palm held his cheek, he looked at you and his eyes were his again, those same eyes that always made you feel so safe. Your thumb stroked over his skin and he turned his face to give you a small kiss on your wrist; you gently grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled him down into a real kissâ sour and metallic with blood, which you chose to ignore.
âI love you, too,â he mumbled against your lips, âand I missed you so much.â
âI thought I was gonna die without you,â you admitted, and he stopped kissing you to laugh. âWhatâs so funny?â
âI thought I was, too,â he replied, looking into your eyes again, âand babeâ I think I did.â
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