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• THE DEVIL OF HELLFIRE •

pairing: kas!vamp eddie munson x (she/her) reader

warnings: 18+ content, mdni, adult language; violence, blood (he be vampin'), mentioned; hostage & kidnapper dynamics, internal dialogue/processing, etc.

word count: ~3.3k

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stories of eddie munson series • season two •

note: inspired by @steveshairychest & this post, fantastic ideas y'all, check 'em out; it's a rather short part for this series, but i think we can take our time with it ♥️ we finally get to meet kas, i hope you like him...

Lightheaded. That’s the last thing you’ll ever feel as you collapse into your killer’s arms. Familiar arms, but you're not sure why. You hear sucking against your skin. You smell nothing, not a single thing to identify this entity. You feel your blood trickling down your collarbone and chest. It’s a lot - a lot of blood.

A rush of energy pulls you out of this darkening vision. Your eyes blink open, widely, as you take in the scene before you. With a quick decision, you dig your elbow deep within the gut of your killer. Their arms let go of you as a loud grunt escapes their lips. You run like a bat out of hell. You run as fast as you can, desperate to get out of this new version of Hawkins. Back to the school.

You feel the adrenaline bursting through your body as you run, faster than you ever have, to the border of this hellish place. Your breath is heavy and rapid. You feel like you're running low on oxygen. There's not enough in the air. The streets are dark. Those eery blackened veins are covering the road signs. Your home town is now unrecognizable.

At a crossroads, you decide to run left - hoping that may take you to safety. You continue running as fast as you can. A part of you is shocked that you've maintained your speed. That's when you hear it. A rustling of leaves. Your heart drops and you turn to your right, praying to see a rabbit or a deer as its cause. Unfortunately, there is nothing. Nothing but pitch black darkness. All you see is the cloudy breath in front of you. Your hair begins to stand on its ends. Your heart begins to beat faster, so fast that you can hear and feel it. You are terrified.

“What was that for?” a voice appears behind you. It sounds ... It sounds like... You turn around. Your eyes are huge saucers as your brows pull together in a mixture of excitement and sadness. His name escapes your lips softly, "Eddie?" You take in a sharp breath. A pale shell of a man stands before you. A smile across his face with blood falling from his lips. You note sharpened teeth hiding behind his grin. A huge blood soaked stain on his shirt making what was bleach white now deeply crimson. His - no, a black and white bandana across his forehead. Curls puffing out beneath its tie.

Your gut screams that the individual before you is a stranger, an absolute stranger. Yet, he has the face of an angel - your angel.

The man before you looks at you with amusement and a slight twitch to his eye. “Wrong answer, try again,” he laughs. Your eyes rake his face, his hair, his body. Physically, there is nothing different. No way to discern what part was the love of your life and what part is your apparent killer. His paleness and sharpened teeth continue to pull you out the rumination. His fair skin honestly brought out his chocolate eyes even more. But this - this thing in front of you? This is not yours.

“Who are you?” you ask with a shaken tone as you shuffle a few steps back. He follows you with excitement. His eyes watching you as though you are prey. His neck extends as his shoulders come to his ears. “See, I thought we were guessing,” he shrugs with a smile. “Where were you going?” he asks innocently with a slight tilt to his head. “I’m leaving,” you say weakly. Your lips involuntarily quivering in fear.

The man walks up to you. His face floating beside your neck. You feel those familiar curls brush against your shoulder. It's so confusing. “And who said you could do that?” he whispers as he brushes your hair back once more. He eyes the side of your neck that isn’t already gushing blood. You place your hand against his chest. You attempt to push him off but it required so much effort. Eventually, he let you push him off of you.

He swiftly moves in front of you, blocking your way. “I want to go home,” you whisper, holding back your tears. He sucks his tongue against his front teeth. “Honey, you don’t have a home,” he says with laughter. “Wanna know why?” His body moves closer to yours, smooth like a snake about to pounce. “Because you’re dead,” he whispers into your ear. He tongues those ivory fangs before licking your sensitive skin.

“Just!” you yell, as you feel his hot breath against your skin. “Just tell me what you want and-and then I get-get to leave - alive,” you mutter sternly. Your gaze still at this chest, not wanting to look into those chocolate eyes. “What I want is swimming inside your body,” he says as he circles his finger in your face. “There’s nothing else you can offer that would beat that-" He interrupts himself to think. A smile sprawling across his lips is now something that causes you fear. "Not unless..." he trails off playfully.

“Not unless what?” you ask with fear stuck in your throat. “You can suck me off,” he whispers as he bites his lip. You pull away from him in shock as he bursts into maniacal laughter. “Just kidding,” he scoffs. “Don’t get your panties in a bunch.” He begins to walk around you. His eyes rake you up and down as a beaming smile grows upon his face. “I need Henderson,” he mutters. “If you bring me the boy, I’ll let you live - easy as that.” He shrugs as he walks around you once more.

“W-what are you going to do with him?” you hesitantly question. The man laughs as he clicks his tongue. “Hm, no questions from the audience.” He leans in once more. His cold finger trails your cheek bones down to your jaw. “Yes or no?” he asks. You are disgusted. You take a step back as you feel bitterness in your mouth. “No, I’m not bringing him here for you to kill him!” you yell as you place more space between you two.

He rolls his eyes with a smile on his face. “Is his life more important than yours?” he asks with a growing smirk. You remain silent, unsure of your answer. He steps closer to you once again. You step back only to back into a nearby tree. His hands float to your waist and pull you closer against his groin. You shake in his embrace, unclear if this will be your last. “He’s not worth your life,” he whispers as he leans closer to your mouth.

Your eyes remain on his, fearful for your life. “I’ll let you live,” he says nonchalantly. His mouth draws closer to yours. “But you’ll be staying with me for a while,” he whispers with a grin. “What’s your name?” he genuinely asks. You take in a shaky breath as tears well in your eyes. Confusion written all over your face. He doesn't know who you are?“Y/n,” you whisper. “Beautiful name,” he says as he licks his bottom lip. His eyes now fall upon yours. Slowly, he leans in and presses his cool mouth against you. This is the first time you were able to recognize Eddie within this interaction. You feel him, deep inside this hardened shell of a being.

As the man pulls back, his eyes slowly opening, his thumb rubs against your hip bone. “I’m Kas,” he smiles. “And boy, are you pretty.” You watch in horror as your sweet boy has somehow become a monster in a span of days. “Kas?” you repeat. “It sounds better coming from your mouth, darlin’,” he laughs. You watch him in absolute shock. You tremble in his proximity. Your mind is working hard to comprehend that someone who looks like your Eddie is not your Eddie.

“Follow me,” he whispers as his finger curls back to him. A smile pours over his face. You barely move your head left to right, but you can feel yourself shaking - wanting to say no. He walks forward and then turns back suddenly. You jump from your stance. You note that any movement he makes is no longer comforting. “Wait, I haven’t met you before, right?” he laughs lightly. “W-what?” you say as you release a breath. “Have we met?” he asks again as he swings his finger between you. He slyly steps forward and pushes your chin up with that same finger.

You wince at his touch. Another thing that pains you. You should never feel your skin crawl when Eddie touches you. This isn’t Eddie, you remind yourself. “I have never met you,” you whisper as you pull your chin from him. His soft face grows into another smile. “Good!” he smiles as he reaches for her hand. “If you did, I would've had to kill you," he responds nonchalantly as he walks off, pulling at his grip. "Now, come on." You're frozen still, but he continues to drag you to whether he intends. He has excitement in his eyes. A goofy laugh falls from his lips as he pulls you off the road and into the woods.

You rush behind him. Your feet have a hard time catching up. You watch as your town has completely changed into something so deranged and scary. Those small, thin black roots that you saw coming in are now huge, at least a good foot tall. The air is muggier, colder. He jumps over a huge thick vein acting as a dam for, what used to be, a strong river. “Careful with those,” he says as he points back. You nod and carefully step over it. It’s texture looks wet and disgusting.

“Vecna doesn’t like when they get stepped on,” Kas mentions as he gently supports your elbow as you cross. You still shudder at his touch, but your face shoots towards him as soon as “Vecna” left his lips. Vecna was an evil villain in Eddie’s campaign. Why was he talking about that now? “It’s just a little further,” he says with a smile. His energy is ecstatic and vibrant. He resembles an excited child, just like Eddie did.

With another few scrambling steps, he climbs up a rope ladder that swings against a tree. You follow it to see a rather large tree house in the middle of the woods. You take a look around and realize that you have absolutely no idea where you are. There are no clear signs that can point you home. “Come on!” he yells in excitement. Your body starts to panic. The oxygen is escaping your lungs once again.

A ticklish sensation on your outer wrist pulls your attention. You turn to note the heavy blood streaming down your right arm. “Kas,” you mumble as you watch the blood actively trickling onto your collar bone. He jumps into the wooden tree house above you. He peers down the opening. You look up to see his sweet face. In this lighting, in this direction, he looks like your Eddie. Why can't he be your Eddie?

"What's wrong?" he asks, absolutely clueless. “I-I can’t climb,” you whine as your shoulder crashes against the trunk. That lightheaded feeling returning as your legs begin to feel wobbly. Kas jumps down immediately, not at all phased by the distance of the fall. “Hey sweetness,” he says as his hands hold each side of your shoulders. He prompts you up against the trunk, enjoying his work. With a smile, he then takes a finger and pricks it with his right fang. He lightly taps it against the two holes dug deep within your skin.

Within seconds, you feel undeniably better. You roll out your shoulder in shock. “Hurry up, slow poke,” says as he jumps onto the rope again. You laugh, partly because you've just witnessed a miracle but also out of complete shock. You reach for the rope. It feels rough and textured against your hand. It's thickened bristles poke you. You giggle again. Why does this rope feel so funky? You grip against it harder, feeling all those bristles dig against your palm. Suddenly, you lose your grip. Suddenly, you lose everything as you fall onto your back in the cold dirt. You feel slime against your hand. You attempt to hold your head up but it's incredibly heavy. You manage to look over to see that you feel atop a few of those disgusting veins before your eyes roll back and you drift off into a mind-numbing sleep.

Your eyelashes flutter. Your head aches and burns. A gentle hand pushes your hair back. “Didn’t expect you to make it,” he coos. You open your eyes to see a smile spread across his lips. Those two pointed teeth flash behind his thick upper lip. “Welcome back to the living, darlin',” he whispers with a light laugh. You push your brows together, wincing from a pretty powerful headache. “Eddie?” you ask, still unsure if the last 24 hours was a nightmare or reality.

His tilts his head. His right eye squinting as he watches your confusion. “It’s Kas,” he says sternly. “Do not call me that again.” He stands, cursing under his breath as he walks into the other room. You gasp. It’s slowly starting to sink in. This is the new reality. You’re in Hell Hawkins and the man you love is gone. Gone, just like they said.

You hesitantly pull yourself up without issue. Your hand floats to your neck. It doesn't feel any bumps, pain, scabs, or bruising. Your neck is fine. How is it fine? With barely opened eyes, you turn to see red devils everywhere. You immediately recognize the devil of Hellfire club, despite its many alterations, painted over the wood paneled walls. It’s horns harsh and more curved. It’s ears like yellow bat wings. They are larger than normal and expand over at least one full wall. The fangs now bloodied across its bleached teeth.

Kas comes back into view as he crouches in the corner of the room. His eyes rest upon you in excitement as his hands smoosh the sides of his cheeks. “What happened?" you ask with a coarse voice. He giggles with glee. “I’ve never shared my blood before,” he states. “It was an experiment and look! You lived!” He claps his hands together proudly as his smile grows larger. "Good thing you were asleep the last couple days 'cause you fell on a few of those vines I was telling you about," he whispers as he grabs hold of a stool nearby. He sits on it before you. "Vecna would have killed you on the spot if you didn't already look dead."

Your brows pull together as you attempt to wrangle your control of this headache. You recognize that you are laying on a couch. You look down to see that your bloodied clothes are gone and you are now in one of Eddie's grey sweatpants and hellfire shirts. "A few days?" you ask as you place your hand to your temple. You apply pressure to aid the pain. Your mind races. Who is taking care of Pete? Is he okay? Does he think you abandoned him? "Yeah, it's honestly probably been closer to a week now. But who's counting?" he laughs as he shrugs.

You shake your head as you weakly push yourself up off your side. "Where did you get these clothes?" you ask as you try to catch your breath. "I found 'em in this old trailer," he shares. "Man, do you usually ask so many questions?" You look at him in confusion and disgust. "Yeah, when I find out I've been unconscious for a few days, I usually ask a few questions," you spit out sarcastically. "How did I get in them?" you ask sternly. Fear collapses your heart as you await the answer.

"I helped you out," Kas mumbles, pouting as he crosses his arms over his chest. "You undressed me," you restate with disappointment. "What?" he scoffs. "Was I supposed to leave you in all that blood? You would've started to stink." Your skin starts to crawl. "What are we doing here, K-Kas?" you ask, but the name was difficult to push out. "I was thinking we have a bit of fun," he says with excitement. You let out a shaking breath as your fingers dig into the couch's cushion. "What kind of fun?" you ask with a monotone.

He sighs and stands from the stool. His fast movement scares you. "God, I thought we could just have fun in town and get to know each other," he whines. "I thought - Ugh, I just - You're pretty, okay?" By the end of the sentence his voice had become more genuine, sincere. "I have seen a lot of ugly things in the past few days," he starts with a serious tone. "You're the first beautiful thing I've seen since." You watch him in horror as neurons fire off repeatedly in your head, attempting to make sense of the scene before you.

You rest your chin against your palm as your fingers grab hold of your cheeks and mouth. You quickly switch to bite your nail as you watch him in a panic. "W-What happened to you?" you ask hesitantly as all your muscles tighten in worry. He watches you with thoughtful eyes, until they drop to the floor. Then those eyes become saddened, horrific. "I woke up, just a few days ago, in front of that trailer I was talking about. I don't really know what happened, but I know that I was alone," he mutters. "I had a lot of blood on my shirt. Got left with some pretty gnarly scars, already healed right up."

With deep breaths, you try your best to keep from crying. What had happened to Eddie where he sustained an injury so horrible like that? And then he miraculously healed? Just like you. Kas shakes his head as he leans against the wall. "Then this burnt ass naked dude showed up," he continues. He looks off to the side as though he was brought back to that very scene. "He walked up to me and said that my name was Kas. That I was his 'puppet.' That I died alone," he whispers. His brow furrow. You watch in horror as he recollects the memory. "That my friends left me to rot," he ends with anger. He pushes himself off the stool and into your face. "That is why I need to find Henderson. I remember when he left him - me behind," he shakes his head in confusion.

Your horror undeniably becomes rage as you place a gentle hand upon his cheek. "They left you?" you ask with tears in your eyes. They start to spool over your waterline and down your cheek. Kas watches you in bewilderment. He doesn't understand why you are crying. Why he can hear your heart beat increasing in speed. He slowly nods, curious as to what your reaction will be.

Your mind spins out of control. Is this why Dustin wouldn't tell you where Eddie was? Is this why they so confidently said that he was dead? Because they left him behind? A person so gentle and sweet, left behind like trash while they all get to live their beautiful, normal lives? No. You've lost Eddie and now have an emptied psychotic shell. You feel dead inside without him. Lack of life, lack of love, lack of morals. "I'll help you find him," you mutter as your eyes fall upon the wooden floor. He smiles as he places a hand out for you. Your jaw loosens as it hangs in disappointment of yourself. The words feel disgusting out of your mouth.

But if they left Eddie behind? You will stop at nothing to make sure they feel the very same pain he felt. Dying. Alone. You grab onto Kas' hand. "Lets go."

note: shit, vecna manipulated kas and he be manipulating our reader? they are both of his puppets now. what the hell is gonna happen next? i don't even know! also the title? bitches, i am so pleased with it. perfection. and the gif? thank goodness for whoever did that. you a real angel.

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