💔Eden💔

Do you like vampires?

Do you like vampire Byler?

Then you should go read “One Taste of Your Life and I Own Your Soul” by Edebee33 on AO3

(And if you have Wattpad, you can read it on froggy669’s page)

I’ll try to update it every two weeks!!

Warnings: explicit content such as sexual themes and graphic depictions of violence

Ultimately, I just want to say that I will NEVER participate in the usage of AI, especially in my fanfictions, so you’ll never have to worry about that with me :)

Ao3: @Edebee33

Chapter One Excerpt:

Mike isn’t sure how he got here- he’d just known in the moment while sitting on his couch watching the television that he needs to be here.

Right at the very spot the police found Will.

He hasn’t been here in years. Back when Will had first been pulled out of the lake, he’d sit by the water every night, crying until he couldn’t stand the rocks digging into his legs anymore. Sometimes, he’d cry so hard that he would realize until he’d be bleeding.

Eventually, seasons changed, and so did the party. They’d been wrapped up with Vecna and closed the Upside Down somehow, and though Mike had still been convinced that he could find Will somewhere in the red hellscape of the alternate universe, his family and friends had pulled him back to reality.

His reality without Will.

But Mike felt him calling, like a distant but powerful echo in the back of his mind. He can’t explain the urge to himself. The soft, cold waves of the lake from nearby birds floating on the surface lap against the pebbles at the shore, but Mike can’t hear it. All he hears is Will.

His Will.

Mike had been sure that the body pulled out of the murky lake was in fact not his best friend. He could tell, but intuition hadn’t been enough for anyone. Still, he wonders sometimes if Will is out there somewhere. Maybe not wholly himself but a fragment of his soul.

He hasn’t noticed the way the waves grow louder or the red light glowing from the bottom of the water, but when he does, he feels a cold sweat down his back. He can’t move, just barely puffing out air from between his chapped lips. There’s movement within the lake, a living thing moving underwater. Mike can see it through the last light of dusk, and though fleeting, he makes out a dark figure.

The figure slowly rises out of the water, staggering up to the shore. Mike’s eyes can’t focus from panic, and he falls backward onto the jagged rocks. Groaning out in pain, he lays there, powerless to what may come.

The person- or rather what’s left of a person- emerges into his eyesight, leaning over him. Droplets of fishy water plop onto Mike’s face as the person leans closer. The figure is drenched, one eye open and the other cracked. A large gash on the side of their face beads blood, and Mike guesses it’s probably a rather fresh wound. Their left hand is missing, and they stand in a strange manner.

They crouch down, and Mike’s hand scrambles for any protection around him. Finding a sharp rock, he swings it forward without a second thought. The person grabs his hand quickly, grip loose, before the rock can make contact.

Slowly raising their hand, the figure points to themselves, finger jabbing at where their heart is, then places a hand on Mike’s chest.

“I don’t understand,” Mike whispers, voice wavering in fear.

This seems to upset the person because he stands up and begins tugging at his hair.

Suddenly, Mike is transported back to before everything happened. When Will was here. It’d been a particularly frustrating D&D campaign, and the party was beat, Will mostly. He’d been asked to make a decision regarding the storyline, and once everyone found it their job to tell him what to do, he’d sat back with his head hung low and hands in his hair. Tugging, just tugging.

“Will?”Mike asks aloud.

The person turns around quickly and kneels back down, nodding fervently.