WARNING: there’s blood and the harming of a animal in this, so if that makes you squimish or anything I’d keep scrolling.
Eddie couldn’t stand blood, more specifically the sickness you could get from having contact with other people’s blood. Anyone who was in his presence for more than five minutes knew that. That’s one of the many reasons this was so terrible. He remembered the night it happened not only because it felt like it happened yesterday, but because it DID happen a week ago. He’d been bitten by a vampire, to put it simply. He’d been dead for a few minutes, probably from blood loss if he had to guess, but the vampire had either decided he hated him or liked him enough to bring him back after draining him like a go-gert pouch. Maybe it was even guilt that pushed it to save him. Eddie would never know. All he knew was when he woke up he felt like he was starving, that the sun rays that snuck through the cracks in the blinds were to bright, that his head felt both to light and to heavy all at the same time. When Eddie finally stumbled his way home from wherever he’d been before he raided the fridge. He ate until he couldn’t anymore, but the hunger was still there. The thought maybe he was sick, but medicine did nothing for him. Each day that passed he felt more and more hungry, it was painful, and it was all he thought about. Eating was all he thought about, but he wasn’t sure what to do. For awhile he was in denial about what he’d become. He ignored the way that night time looked almost like day time to him. He ignored how his canines had gotten sharper over night. Most importantly, he ignored how the wounded bunny that had just ran past with blood soaked into its fur looked, and smelled, like a home cooked meal. He was trying to ignore it at least. He was at the quarry with Richie, only vaguely aware of whatever Richie was going on about, Eddie’s eyes fixed on the rabbit as it limped and hoped along the forest line. “I’ll be right back.” He muttered, cutting Richie off, but to focused to care. He started slowly walking towards the rabbit, his canine teeth almost itching with anticipation, it hoped off into the woods. Eddie followed. In the back of his mind his brain recognized Richie’s voice asking what the hell he was doing, but now Eddie wasn’t thinking like he should. All that he cared about was him, his hunger, and this rabbit. They came to a small clearing by a stream where the rabbit stopped to drink. Eddie approached it, pupils dialed. It was probably in pain, his brain reasoned, Eddie would be doing it a favor. ‘What am I going to do?’ Eddie asked himself mentally, but his body and some primal part of his brain already knew. He dropped to his knees behind the rabbit and grabbed it. The rabbit was surprisingly calm, and upon closer inspection his pelt was brown under the blood. The human in Eddie thought maybe he could help the rabbit, he had bandages in his backpack, and it wasn’t hurt all that bad- but before Eddie could even start to get up whatever animal that had been put into him raised the rabbis throat to his mouth and made him bite in. His teeth sunk in, and with a mix of horror and a sick kind of relief he began to drink. Before being bitten blood tasted like a dirty penny, metallic, and unpleasant. Now it was like taking a drink from a fresh water spring after wandering in the desert for days. Before he knew it he’d practically drained the Rabbit’s veins of all its blood, and it laid limp in his hands. It’s blood stained his teeth and trickled down his chin, he knew if anyone saw him he’d look like a monster. God, he felt like a monster. Maybe, he thought, maybe he was a monster now. He laid the rabbit gently down, tears falling in trails down his cheeks, guilt and regret high in his chest both from what he’d done and how satisfied he felt because of it. His hunger was subsided, at least for now, and he felt so much better physically. He started rinsing his hands off in the cold stream water. Eddie was much to lost in his own mind to feel Richie’s wide, horrified, and confused eyes on his back.
“Eddie?” Richie muttered, his voice wavered at first, but he cleared his throat and tried again. “Eddie, What the hell did you do that for?” He said more firmly this time. Eddie was frozen, his whole body stiff.
“How.. how much did you see Richie?” Eddie asked nervously, refusing to turn around and look at him with the rabbit’s blood still on his face. Richie was quiet for a long minute, which scared Eddie more than anything he could have said, because Richie was never quiet.
“…I’ve been following you this whole time. I was- I was talking to you while we walked.” Richie said, stepping towards Eddie.
“Oh.” Eddie said simply, that realization sitting heavily on his shoulders. “So you.. you saw..?” Eddie started, his voice small. He looked over his shoulder up at Richie, his brown eyes so doe-ish and innocent it was hard to believe if you looked just a few inches down to his mouth there’d be a trail of crimson blood trailed down his chin, and four sharp blood stained fangs where his canines should be. “I-I was just so hungry Rich. I was going to help it- I was- I just.. I don’t know- one moment I was just watching and I- I blinked and I was.. god Rich, what’s wrong with me?”
So this isn’t finished and it may never be, I originally was trying to make a starter with it but now it’s sort of a?? Drabble??? Idk but I doubt I’ll ever finish writing it 😔 sorry about that.