Chapter 1

                                    

                                          
****Eddie's POV****
I woke up and my throat felt like it was on fire, almost like I swallowed a handful of razorblades, or sand... I gasped and struggled to breathe as I clenched my hand around my throat. I could feel tears streaming down my face as a reaction to how dry my throat felt. I coughed and felt like I was coughing up blood. I sat up and took in my surroundings, I'm in my trailer but... It's not my trailer. The last thing I remember was... Dustin being next to me and... Bats... Are Steve and Nancy here? Dustin? Robin? I stood up in the dark gloomy enclosed space and looked up, the gate... Was right above me and my trailer back in Hawkins looked abandoned from what I saw. I wanted to swallow but it hurt. I felt like I was swallowing fire.
"Jesus H. Christ." I hissed.
Did they leave me here? I grabbed the sheet that Dustin left behind and pulled myself back into Hawkins, real Hawkins. Dustin... Where the hell is Dustin? There was no real struggle, climbing up the sheet was... Effortless? My throat was still on fire. What time is it here? Where is everyone? Where is anyone? I shrugged and made my way to the cluttered messy kitchen and opened the fridge. Big mistake. It smelled putrid and disgusting. I swear I saw a few roaches scatter as the sudden movement made them go hide in the old moldy food that I couldn't even recognize anymore. My throat burned even more when I gagged. I slammed the door shut and peeked out the window before stepping outside into the cool night air. I could hear so much... A twig snap in the forest, someone in the trailer next door coughing... Someone a few trailers over complaining... Everything is so loud. I could hear... Blood... I can hear it pumping through someone's body... The burn in my throat subsided a bit when I could smell it?
"OW! Honey, I cut my finger!" My neighbor shouted.
Never ever have I smelled something so good... Like perfume on a pretty girl... Or something close to it... I crept up to the window, making sure not to be seen and saw the knife on the cutting board. I could see a bit of blood on the blade and licked my lips. I guess she was making herself a sandwich and cut herself in the process. The food didn't look appetizing at all, I wanted the blood.
Wait a fucking minute... I ducked down against the double wide and sat on the cold dirt, my back against the wall as I ran my tongue over my teeth. Holy fucking shit... I... I can feel them. I have fangs... What the fuck is going on? What the actual fuck is happening to me? Or... Happened... To me... Who the fuck am I? What the fuck am I? I ran my finger along the two pointed fangs and jumped. I could feel a pit form in my stomach out of pure fear. There is something wrong with me and... I don't exactly know what it is and there is no one who can help me... The smell of the blood wafted around my nose again and I sighed. I need it. I stood back up and checked to see if anyone was near. So... if I am what I think I am... Can I enter this place uninvited? Am a vampire? Am I vampire like in the books? Do I need to be invited in? Well there is only one way to find out... I bit my lip and looked around to make sure no one could see me before jimmying the window open and reaching in to grab it. I didn't burst into flames... Does that happen? I shook my head and slithered out of the window and ran behind my trailer. The blood on the knife wasn't much but... It smelled like absolute heaven. I licked the blade and I have never tasted something so fucking good. The burning in my throat started to subside and it clicked. I... I am a vampire. I'm a fucking vampire... I didn't have time to accept this because I could hear the woman who cut herself step back into the kitchen. I snuck back to the trailer and made sure I wouldn't be seen as I watched her. She isn't alone I could hear another heartbeat. I don't wanna get caught but... Oh fuck it. I don't know what took over me but I needed this woman's blood and I needed it now. My throat was on fire again and my ears were ringing. I could feel a sharp pain in my head almost as if it was telling me what I had to do.