To Hell And Back - Vampire Eddie X Reader Part Four
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"If you wanna save her, you're gonna have to trust a dead guy."
Season 5 spoilers:
Y/N was never meant to enter the Upside Down but when Holly Wheeler is dragged into it by a monster, she follows without hesitation. Now she's trapped in a rotting reflection of Hawkins… and the only one who can help her is a boy who should be dead.
Eddie Munson isn't human anymore. And Holly is running out of time.
Word Count: 4399
Stranger Things fanfiction | Dark Eddie | Angst | Horror | AU
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Holly was sinking.
Not falling — sinking, like the world itself was swallowing her whole.
Her tiny fingers slipped through mine again and again, no matter how tightly I tried to hold on. The floor beneath us was soft and alive, pulsing like a slow heartbeat, and everywhere around us the walls stretched and warped like they were breathing. I dragged her toward the light tearing open in the distance, my throat burning as I called her name over and over, but the sound came out wrong here — thin, broken, barely real.
“Holly!” I screamed, my voice breaking into nothing.
She cried out for me, her small body jerking violently as something unseen yanked her backward. The light behind her flared red and sickeningly bright, painting her face in shadows that didn’t belong on a child. Veins spread across the walls like black lightning, crawling closer to her feet with every second.
“I’m trying,” I sobbed, my nails digging into her skin. “I’ve got you — I’ve got you!”
But I didn’t.
Her tiny hand tore free.
She was ripped from my grasp and dragged screaming into the tearing dark, her voice echoing around me, not fading — multiplying. Coming from everywhere. From nowhere. The world collapsed inward as the gate sealed shut, flesh knitting itself closed where she had been.
And then she was gone.
I stumbled forward into emptiness, choking on my own breath, my chest tearing itself apart as I screamed her name into a world that no longer answered me.
I woke up gasping.
My body lurched violently against the thin mattress, my heart slamming against my ribs like it was trying to escape.Bile burnt my throat as hands clawed at the sheets, my fingers curling into fabric that wasn’t flesh, wasn’t bone, wasn’t Holly.
The scream strangled itself in my throat and dissolved into a sharp, panicked breath instead.
The trailer ceiling swam into focus above me, warped and too close, lit faintly by the cold glow seeping through the window.
It was Eddie’s room. And Holly was still gone.
The door flew open.
It slammed against the wall hard enough to make me flinch, my breath hitching violently as a shadow filled the doorway. For half a second, terror seized my chest all over again — that split second where my brain couldn’t tell nightmare from reality.
Then I saw him.
Eddie stood in the doorway like he’d been dragged out of hell itself, chest rising and falling too fast, eyes wide and wild. The faint blue glow from outside caught the edges of his face, and I realized with a jolt that the veins along his temples and beneath his eyes were darker than they’d been before — not blue, not purple, but almost black, threading faintly across pale skin like cracks in glass.
“Y/N.” My name left his mouth raw and urgent. Not joking. Not teasing. Real. “Are you hurt?”
I pushed myself up on shaking arms, my head still swimming, my throat tight. “I— I was dreaming,” I whispered, the words sounding small even to my own ears. “I thought… I thought I lost her again.”
He crossed the room in three long strides and dropped down in front of me like his knees had finally given out under the weight he carried. His hands hovered near my legs, unsure whether he was allowed to touch, like he was afraid I might break if he did.
“You were screaming,” he muttered. “Look your here, none of that was real.”
I dragged a hand down my face, my skin slick with cold sweat. “It felt real,” I said brokenly. “Like it was happening over again and I couldn’t— I couldn’t stop it.”
His jaw clenched, something sharp and wounded flickering in his eyes. I watched the dark veins pulse faintly under his skin, shadowing movements that didn’t belong to him before. Whatever the demobats had done… it hadn’t let him go. It had stayed.
“You’re here,” Eddie said quietly. “You’re not in that house anymore. Holly is going to be saved. You’re breathing. I can hear it.” I tried to anchor myself to his voice, dragging air into my lungs in uneven pulls.
“I thought you were gone too,” I whispered. “In my dream, everyone was gone.”
Eddie’s face twisted like that hit deeper than anything else. He hesitated, before placing both of his hands on either side of my face
“I’m right here,” he said immediately. “Feel that, I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. Not on you.”
For a moment, neither of us moved. Then I swallowed. “Your eyes…”
He froze.
“Do they look bad?” he asked softly.
“Not bad,” I said, even though my chest felt tight looking at him like this. “Just… different. Darker.”
He exhaled slowly and rubbed beneath one eye with the heel of his hand like he might wipe it away. “It happens when I get too worked up,” he admitted. “Adrenaline or… whatever passes for it now. It’s like my body flips a switch.”
“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I didn’t mean to make it worse.”
“Hey.” His voice gentled instantly. “None of this is your fault.”
Silence settled again, thin but real.
Then, quietly, “Do you want me to stay?”
I nodded without hesitation, not trusting my voice.
Without another word, Eddie shifted down to sit against the bedframe, close enough that I could see him breathe, like he was guarding the last thing in the world that mattered. The dark veins slowly faded from his skin as his breathing stilled, but his eyes never left mine.
I stared at the ceiling for a long moment, listening to the faint creaks of the trailer settling around us like a ship at sea. My heart had slowed, but my mind hadn’t. The question had been sitting in my throat since the moment I’d seen him again — heavy and rotting and impossible to ignore.
“Eddie?” I whispered into the dark.
He shifted slightly where he sat on the floor beside the bed. “Yeah, Prom Queen?”
I swallowed. “Did you… did you really do it?”
The silence that followed wasn’t sharp. It was heavy. Like I’d placed something fragile between us and neither of us knew how to move without breaking it.
Eddie tilted his head back against the mattress and let out a slow breath through his nose. When he spoke, his voice was softer than I’d ever heard it. “Wow. Okay. Cool. Didn’t take long for you to ask.”
My chest twisted. “I didn’t mean it like that, I just—”
“I’m messing with you,” he said quickly, glancing up at me. “Mostly.”
Then he sobered.
“No,” he said simply. “I didn’t kill Chrissy Cunningham.”
My eyes burned. “I didn’t want to believe it. I just— everyone in Hawkins—”
“Yeah. I know.” His mouth twitched, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “They turned me into the town’s favorite bedtime story real fast. Satanic cult leader. Witchcraft. Human sacrifices. All the good hits.” He shook his head. “Real flattering stuff, honestly. Makes selling drugs look downright wholesome.”
I let out a weak, shaky breath that almost passed for a laugh.
“What happened?” I asked.
Eddie inhaled and stared at the floor like it might answer for him. “She came by my trailer after the game like we planned. She was scared. Really scared. Worse than before.” His jaw tightened. “I gave her something to calm her nerves. Never anything heavy. Never something dangerous. And then…” He swallowed. “Then the lights started freaking out. And she did too. Like she was seeing something I wasn’t.”
My hands clenched in the blanket.
“She lifted off the floor,” he whispered. “Not metaphorically. Not drugs. Not a bad reaction. She floated. And I couldn’t move. Couldn’t scream. Couldn’t do anything but watch.”
Tears burned behind my eyes.
“And then,” he said quietly, “she broke. Right in front of me. And I didn’t even get to touch her. Didn’t even get to help.”
The room felt colder.
When he looked up at me again, his expression was raw in a way that stripped all the bravado away. “So no. I didn’t kill her. But I sure as hell had to swallow the horror of seeing it.”
My throat ached.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I shouldn’t have asked like that.”
Eddie blinked and then scoffed softly. “Nah. You absolutely should’ve.” He glanced at me sideways, a familiar grin flickering back to life despite everything. “I mean, come on. You’ve known me since I was eating mulch and claiming I’d be a rock god by age twelve. If I were a murderer, I would’ve been way more dramatic about it.”
Despite myself, a tiny laugh escaped.
“Still,” he continued, smirking faintly, “I can’t believe you’d even consider it. Me? A psychopathic ritual killer?” He gestured at himself. “Look at me. I can barely commit to a haircut.”
I rolled my eyes weakly. “You did wear leather in a town allergic to difference.”
“And you danced with pom-poms and perfect hair in front of the entire student body.” He shot back. “If anyone was going to snap and go full slasher, my money was on you.”
I snorted before I could stop myself.
Then quieter, softer, “I never stopped being me, you know,” I said.
His expression shifted instantly.
“Yeah,” he murmured. “I know.”
The silence that followed wasn’t heavy anymore.
It was safe.
And for the first time since Hawkins burned his name into the shape of a monster…
I saw Eddie Munson for exactly who he’d always been.
The quiet stretched again, not uncomfortable — just full. The kind that presses on your ribs until your heart spills out something you didn’t plan on saying.
Eddie shifted, fingers drumming once against his knee before stopping. His jaw worked like he was chewing on words that tasted wrong. Then he cleared his throat, suddenly very interested in a crack in the floorboard.
“…I used to watch you at practice.”
I blinked. “What?”
He winced immediately. “God, okay, that sounded horrific. Let me rephrase before you call the undead police.”
A reluctant smile tugged at my mouth. “Eddie—”
“I mean cheer practice,” he rushed. “From the bleachers. Or the hallway. Or accidentally on purpose when Hellfire let out early and I had no reason to be near the gym whatsoever.”
I stared at him, heat flooding my face. “You… watched me?”
He finally looked at me, face flushed, eyes bright in that strange Upside Down glow. “Not in a creepy way,” he insisted. “In a really stupid, painfully fourteen-year-old-boy way. You know. Quiet. From a distance. With absolutely zero game.”
I laughed under my breath. “You could’ve just talked to me.”
He barked out a humorless chuckle. “Yeah, because the cheer captain and the town metal freak had so much in common.”
I softened. “We knew each other before. You weren’t just some guy in a jacket.”
He swallowed.
“I didn’t think you remembered me at all,” he admitted. “And every year it felt like you got further away. Different friends. Different world.” He shrugged lightly, like he could toss aside the weight of it. “So I just… kept you the way you were in my head. Maple Park you. Purple backpack. Scraped knees. Laughing so loud the boys wanted to be quieter.”
My chest ached.
“So sometimes,” he continued quietly, “I’d just sit there and think… great. She’s real. She didn’t disappear after all.”
I didn’t trust my voice.
“You were never invisible to me,” I said instead.
Eddie let out a shaky breath that sounded suspiciously like a laugh trying not to break.
“Well,” he murmured, “guess that just makes me the world’s deadliest cheer fan.”
I reached forward before I even thought about it and nudged his arm.
“For the record,” I said, “I would’ve sat with you.”
He blinked at me.
Then smiled — slow and real and entirely Eddie Munson.
“Yeah,” he whispered. “I think… I would’ve liked that.”
I hesitated, then glanced toward the small table near the wall — the one cluttered with candles melted down into warped little towers, scraps of wire, and the familiar shapes I’d tried not to stare at earlier.
“Eddie… I saw the pieces,” I said quietly. “In the hallway. The D&D ones.”
His shoulders tensed instantly.
“You weren’t snooping, were you?” he asked lightly, but the joke didn’t land. His eyes flicked away.
I shook my head. “No. I just… noticed them.”
For a second, he didn’t speak. He scratched at the back of his neck, jaw tightening like he wasn’t sure how much to say.
“I had to keep my hands busy,” he admitted finally. “Mind too.” He huffed under his breath. “If I didn’t, I’d start thinking. And in this place? That’s a real bad hobby.”
My gaze softened. “So you made a whole party.”
He nodded. “Every one from memory. Mike’s stupid little staff. Dustin’s hat. Lucas’ sling. I even carved Steve’s dumb hair into a knight once. Didn’t turn out great. Kept looking like a medieval pineapple.”
I smiled weakly. Then frowned. “You were… planning on seeing them again.”
He swallowed.
“I had a campaign ready,” he said. “Mapped it out in my head. Full arcs. Boss fights. Tragic near-deaths. Terrible accents.” He gave a faint shrug. “Told myself if I kept it ready, then… maybe that meant I would.”
There was something fragile in that confession, thin as glass.
“You really thought they’d come for you?” I asked gently.
Eddie shook his head slowly. “No. I thought I’d find them first.” His mouth twitched into a sad smile. “I figured if I ever got back… I’d walk up like nothing happened and go, ‘Gentlemen, Hellfire reconvenes tonight. No excuses. No dying.’”
My chest tightened.
“And if they weren’t there,” he added quietly, “at least I’d know I remembered them right.”
Silence folded itself around us.
“You didn’t forget them,” I whispered.
“Never,” he said immediately.
I hesitated… then said the thing that had stuck in my throat.
“You kept yourself alive for them.”
His eyes lifted to mine.
Then just as quietly:
“Yeah.”
Eddie glanced back at the table like she’d just pointed out something alive, then slowly looked back at me, one corner of his mouth lifting like he was trying to decide whether to joke or tell the truth.
I shifted on the edge of the bed, nerves buzzing under my skin. “If… if I was part of one of your campaigns,” I said, picking at a loose thread on the blanket, “what character would you make for me?”
He blinked once, like the question caught him off guard more than anything else I’d said all night. “For you?” he echoed, softer.
I nodded. “Yeah. If I was one of them. What would I be?”
He leaned back against the cluttered counter, crossing his arms, eyes narrowing slightly in that familiar way — like he was already building a world in his head. “First of all,” he said with a faint smirk, “you don’t get made. You’d roll your own fate. That’s kind of the whole point.”
I huffed quietly. “Okay, but hypothetically. If you were cheating.”
That earned a low laugh from him, the sound rough but real. “Alright. Hypothetically.”
He studied me like I was already a character sheet laid out in front of him. “You’d be something dangerous in a quiet way,” he said after a moment. “Not the loud, flashy hero. You’re the type that walks into a room and the mood changes without anyone knowing why.”
I swallowed. “That sounds… ominous.”
“It’s not,” he said quickly. “It’s powerful.”
He tapped his fingers against the counter like he was thinking. “Maybe a cleric,” he mused. “No. Too gentle. You’ve got more bite than that.” His mouth twitched. “A ranger. You survive when the map gives up. Or a warlock,” he added, glancing at me sideways. “You’ve got real ‘bad things are drawn to you for a reason’ energy.”
I frowned. “That is the opposite of comforting.”
“It’s a compliment,” he shot back. “Means destiny keeps tabs on you.”
I waited, my heart thudding way too loud in my chest.
“But honestly?” he said, quieter now. “I’d make you a multiclass. Someone who knows how to heal when it really counts… and still knows how to hurt things that deserve it.”
Warmth spread through my chest. “You make me sound cooler than I actually am.”
Eddie shook his head once. “No. I make you sound like you.”
I hesitated before asking the next thing. “…What about alignment? Am I evil in your little fantasy world?”
He didn’t even have to think. “Chaotic good,” he said immediately. “You don’t follow rules. You follow people. That’s different.”
The words sat heavy in the air between us.
Then he added, almost under his breath, “And you’d survive the campaign. No matter how messed up the world got… you’d still be there at the end.”
My chest tightened. “I don’t feel like someone who survives things.”
For once, he didn’t joke.
“That’s how you know you’re the hero.”
Eddie tilted his head, his grin sharpening as he stepped closer, the faint glow from the trailer casting shadows that made his sharp angles look almost predatory. “Y’know,” he said slowly, letting his fingers brush against the edge of the counter near me, “for someone who swears she’s never played, you’re asking a hell of a lot of dangerously specific questions.”
I blinked, a shiver running through me. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
He leaned in a fraction closer, letting his hand lightly touch my shoulder, just grazing me, enough to make me notice. “Alignment? Multiclassing? Cleric versus warlock?” His smirk widened. “Prom Queen, that is not the vocabulary of someone who’s just ‘seen it around.’”
I swallowed hard, my pulse spiking. “I— I’ve just… picked things up. From people. Observing.”
He laughed quietly, that low Eddie laugh that always set my stomach on edge. “Uh-huh. Sure. And I learned guitar from ‘observing.’”
My cheeks heated. “Maybe I paid attention.”
“Oh,” he murmured, letting his hand slide a little from my shoulder to my arm, light, teasing. “So the perfect, shiny, all-American cheerleader has a secret nerd streak? Hawkins is not emotionally prepared for that revelation.”
I shivered at the contact, and before I could stop myself, my hand found his, letting my fingers tangle with his. “I was not perfect,” I muttered, trying to sound nonchalant.
He tilted his head, eyes darkening with amusement. “You danced with pom-poms and dated guys who looked like toothpaste models. That’s social gold, baby. But clearly…” His thumb brushed the back of my hand slowly, deliberately, “you’ve got your own… hobbies.”
I let a soft laugh escape, leaning into the touch. “Maybe I did.”
“Maybe,” he echoed, closing the small distance between us so our arms brushed. “So you did watch us then? From the outside looking in?”
I nodded, fingers tightening around his. “Sometimes. I didn’t understand it all, but it sounded like a different world. One where bad things still happened… but you got to fight them. Together.”
His grin softened, thumb tracing tiny circles over my knuckles. “Damn,” he murmured, almost to himself. “Didn’t know I was running escapism 101 for Hawkins royalty.”
I let my hand squeeze his, leaning just slightly closer. “You are unbearable,” I whispered.
He leaned his forehead almost against mine, voice low and teasing, “And yet…” His lips brushed the shell of my ear, sending warmth down my spine, “…you know what multiclassing is. Somewhere in that cheerleader heart of yours… there’s a very tiny, very repressed dungeon dweller.”
I laughed softly, breath warm against him, my other hand resting lightly on his chest. “Don’t get used to it.”
His grin returned, more possessive this time, fingers lacing with mine. “Too late, Prom Queen. You’re already party material.”
The air between us hummed, the teasing laced with something heavier, warmer, and I didn’t pull away.
Then suddenly, a scream tore through the trailer, rattling the walls and making my stomach lurch. Then, over the creature’s shriek, other sounds rose: shouted commands, the clatter of boots, and the sharp, echoing cracks of gunfire. My heart slammed against my ribs.
Eddie’s eyes darkened, veins almost black around the edges, jaw tightening into a hard line. “Army supply drops,” he muttered, voice low, grim. “They keep sending stuff to the lab… operating out there.” He gestured vaguely toward the twisted, flickering landscape beyond the trailer walls. “In the Upside Down.”
I swallowed hard. “The army? They… go in there?”
“They do,” he said tersely, then his lips curved into a dark, almost feral smirk. “Lucky I didn’t get to them first.”
I froze, my pulse spiking. “Wait—what do you mean, didn’t get to them first?”
Eddie dropped my hand, leaving the room exiting out of his trailer with such pace. I leapt out of the bed and followed him out.
I scrambled out of the trailer after him, the door slamming behind me with a deafening crash that seemed to echo through the distorted landscape. The cold, heavy air of the Upside Down hit me instantly, carrying the faint metallic tang of blood and the oppressive, pulsing stench of decay. Eddie was already moving ahead, his steps swift and certain across the uneven, spongy ground, vines brushing against our legs like grasping fingers.
“Eddie! Wait!” I shouted, my voice cracking with panic. “What do you mean you didn’t get to them first? What the hell are you talking about?”
He glanced back over his shoulder, eyes dark, veins almost black around the edges. “I mean exactly what I said,” he muttered, but his pace didn’t slow. “You wouldn’t understand.”
“Yes, I would! You’ve been dodging me this whole time!” I hissed, fumbling to keep up, my hands slick with the residual blood on my skin and the cold sweat that clung to my temples. “What did you do to them? Eddie, I need to know!”
He stopped abruptly, grabbing my shoulders and spinning me to face him. His gaze pierced mine, sharp and unyielding, and the flickering glow from the Upside Down made the shadows in his eyes dance unnaturally. “You want to know the truth?” he growled, low and dangerous. “Since the bats infected me… since they bit me, the only thing that keeps me moving, keeps me alive, is blood.”
I staggered back, shock hitting me harder than the alien chill around us. “Blood? You mean… like…”
“Yeah,” he cut in, his voice dropping further, almost a whisper meant to haunt. “The only thing that sustains me now… is blood. Mine, yours, anyone’s. That’s why I can get to places no one else can, why I can hear, smell, move like this.” His hand grazed mine, brushing over the warmth of my wrist, lingering just a fraction too long. The pressure was intimate, possessive, and it made my chest clench in a mix of fear and something else I couldn’t name.
He scoffed softly, the sound bitter, almost a laugh without any humor in it. “You just had to follow her,” he snapped, dropping his hand from my wrist like the contact burned. His face twisted with a frustration that looked far deeper than anger. “Out of all the stupid, brave, self‑destructive things you could’ve done… you picked that.”
I flinched. “I wasn’t going to let her go alone,” I shot back, my voice shaking. “She’s seven, Eddie. She’s scared and who knows what that creature wanted with her.”
“And now so are you,” he growled, running a hand through his hair, pacing a short, sharp line in the dirt like a caged animal. “And now you’re here. Bleeding. Human. Breakable.” His jaw clenched hard. “Do you have any idea what that does to me?”
I lifted my chin, forcing myself not to step back. “I’m not sorry for trying to save her.”
“I didn’t say you should be,” he fired back, eyes flashing. “I’m just saying now I’m stuck with you. Which means I don’t just have to get one kid out of this hellhole… I’ve got to protect you too.”
“Protect me?” I scoffed weakly. “You just told me you drink blood.”
“Exactly!” he shot back, voice cracking for just a second before he tried to crush it down. “You have any idea how messed up that is? That I’m trying not to think about the fact that your heart’s pounding in my ears right now like a countdown clock? That you smell like copper and fear and something that still feels alive and warm and—” He cut himself off sharply, breathing hard. As he shouts, its as if his canine teeth are longer than usual. Vampiric and cunning.
My throat tightened. “So you hate me for being here.”
He looked at me like I’d stabbed him. “No,” he said, quieter now. Raw. “I hate that you’re in danger because of me. I hate that this place will chew you up if I screw up even once. And I hate that I can’t afford to.”
Silence stretched between us, thick and humming.
“I didn’t ask you to be stuck with me,” I whispered. “But I’m not leaving Holly. And… I’m not leaving you either.”
Eddie looked away, jaw tight, shoulders rising and falling like he was barely holding something inside. “Yeah,” he muttered. “That’s kind of the problem.”
I shook my head, anger finally slicing through the fear in my chest. “I didn’t ask you to save me,” I snapped, my voice cracking louder than I meant it to. “I didn’t ask you to look after me, or protect me, or whatever you think you’re doing right now.”
Eddie turned back to me sharply, eyes flashing.
“And hell,” I went on, blinking hard, “up until twelve hours ago, I thought you were dead. Just like everyone else in Hawkins did. A body in the ground and a name people whispered like it was a curse. You don’t get to act like I dragged you into this when I didn’t even know you were still breathing.”
His mouth opened like he wanted to interrupt, but I didn’t let him.
“I came here for Holly. Not you. Not whatever you’ve turned into. I followed her because she needed me, not because I wanted some dark hero to keep me alive.”
The words spilled out before I could stop them, raw and shaking.
“So don’t stand there and tell me you’re ‘stuck’ with me like I ruined your life. I didn’t choose this. I didn’t choose monsters or gates or you coming back from the dead. I chose a little girl who was scared.”
Silence stretched between us, thick and bruising.Eddie stared like I’d just knocked the air out of him. The anger drained from his face, leaving something quieter behind it—something raw.
“You really thought I was gone,” he said, soft.
I swallowed. “Everyone did.”
The words were still hanging between us when it happened.
A sharp thwick cut through the air.
For a split second, I didn’t understand what I was looking at—just a thin wire-lined dart buried in Eddie’s shoulder, a flash of electricity cracking across his arm. He sucked in a breath that sounded wrong, staggered once toward me—
And then another bite of impact slammed into my side.
Pain exploded white-hot through my ribs. My legs buckled instantly, my nerves screaming like they’d been ripped inside out. A sound tore out of my throat that I didn’t recognize as my own as electricity flooded through me, violent and blinding.
Eddie dropped to his knees beside me, teeth clenched, a hoarse growl ripping from his chest as the current tore through him too. His eyes met mine for half a second—wide, furious, helpless—
“Run—” he tried to say.
But his body locked up. So did mine.
My fingers curled uselessly against the ground as everything seized at once, muscles convulsing, breath jerking in shallow, broken gasps. The world tilted and fractured, sound warping into a dull roar in my ears.
Boots crunched through the dead leaves.
Shapes loomed through my blurred vision, dark uniforms, raised rifles, faces hidden behind masks that meant nothing in this ruined place. Voices barked words I couldn’t understand over the ringing in my skull.
Eddie collapsed fully onto the ground beside me, his hand twitching once toward mine before going still.
I tried to reach him. I couldn’t move.
The last thing I felt was cold flooding my veins. Then everything went black.
A/N thIs is my fave chapter yet, yes i know this burn be going extraaa slow but just think about it, its only been a couple hours, be patient!
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