I know that an Edward Cullen-type version of Vampire!Eddie probably isn't an original thought but, bear with me on this nonsense...
Eddie knows he came back different after waking up in the Upside Down alone. As he made his way back to Hawkins-proper, he noticed his senses were heightened. He had a thirst he couldn't quench when he broke into Steve's house and drank some of his beer from the refrigerator in the garage.
In fact, it made him sick.
Then when Steve caught him, taking a swing with a baseball bat covered in nails, he realised he could read the boy's mind. At the time, Steve was scared... Then relieved... Then thinking all about when they had parted ways to enact Operation Death to Vecna...
So Eddie stopped listening at that point. It seemed private and probably not the most pressing matter anyway because he was most certainly very much alive again. But not... Sort of...
It couldn't be vampirism, could it? He had been chomped up by bats. But he had read enough stories, including the one and only Dracula a time or two. And, if his whole Spring Break had taught him anything, any beast of fantasy and fiction was possible, right?
Though he is still pretty miffed that dragons don't appear to be real...
He finds himself arguing with Steve in his plaid-encrusted bedroom the following morning, curtains drawn. Steve wants to call in the cavalry (aka, Dustin) to talk through his "symptoms" and confirm his suspicions.
"Harrington," he says sternly, "I'm telling you, I'm totally a vampire."
He wants to stomp his foot he's so frustrated with the flustered boy before him. Flustered (okay, annoyed) from arguing about what the hell has happened to him as they stand in the middle of the bedroom, a beam of sunlight dividing them as it streams in through a gap in the curtains.
"Fine," Eddie says as he rolls up the sleeve of his tattered Hellfire shirt, "I'll prove it."
He braces himself, balling up his fist as he sticks his hand in the beam of light.
"Wait stop!" Steve yells and lunges forward.
But nothing happens.
Well, not nothing.
His skin isn't burning to a crisp, nor has he spontaneously combusted.
He is still intact in Steve's ugly bedroom.
But his arm is fucking sparkling like it is made of goddamn diamonds.
"Whoa," Steve says, stumbling upright. He stares at Eddie's skin, mesmerised with his mouth agape as he whispers, "Pretty."
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Eddie huffs.
He retracts his arm and stares at his alabaster skin before shoving it into the sunlight again.
And again with the fucking sparkling!
"No!" Okay, now he stomps his foot.
He retreats once more, this time backing all the way to Steve's desk where he slumps onto the chair.
"This is so fucking lame," he pouts, crossing his arms.
"Eddie," Steve beams, striding towards him, "This is great, dude. If you are a... vampire..." he momentarily makes a face, "You can go in the sun! Your life barely has to change. Although I don't know what we are going to do about the fresh meat situation. Does your uncle know how to hunt? Because I've only been once when I was eight with my dad and I - "
Eddie cuts him off with a loud groan as he hangs his head in his hands.
Trust him to become the most pathetic kind of vampire.
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