<the wolf and the bat> (Completed.)

well... this sucks.

Warning: this chapter has some gore and depictions of extreme pain.

"EDDIE!"

Eddie sat straight up, he saw no one around him in the dark gray landscape around him.

He saw multiple dead demobats, but none of his friends. Strange, he could've sworn he just heard Dustin's voice... oh. Right. The demobats. He had been killed in the fight. Or so he thought.

Otherwise, how would he be sitting here? Then an extreme pain in his abdomen made him double over in pain, he almost screamed when he bit his tongue, his teeth felt sharper than before... that's strange.

He leaned over, grasping his stomach, wondering if the party had been able to get back to the real world unharmed. Then he heard a grunt behind him.

"Shit."

Wait... harrington? That voice was awfully familiar. He shifted around to face who he thought was steve harrington. Instead he was met with a large mass of brown fur and fangs.

"AHHH!"

The large creature jumped up in fright and immediately pounced onto him. Eddie thought he has survived the demobats just to be killed, when he felt the creature release him, and heard the creature mutter, "holy shit, munson?" He replied with "wait, harrington?" "What're you doing in the upside down looking like you're wearing the pelt of a bear?"

He realized the big brown furred creature was indeed, Steve harrington. He stood up, struggling with the pain in his stomach. Then, he got a good look at steve. "Steve!?" Since when was Steve a wolfman??? "Hey, munson, just let me explain, alright?" He let out a sigh. "Alright, spill it." Eddie stared at steve, wondering what the fuck happened to steve.

"Well, when I was a kid, I got bit by some crazy dog. Thought nothing of it. Got it healed, all that stuff. But then something happened, it was just really horrible stuff. I had a huge craving for meat, and my sense of smell increased a lot, I thought it was really weird, then one night I turned into... this." Steve was mumbling the words, almost whispering them.

"Dude... that's kinda sick. Can you turn on command or do you only turn on full moons?"
Eddie blurted out the question. "Despite what most people know about werewolves, I only turn on command. I turned just now because I have more strength as a werewolf and I'm less likely to die." Cool.  Eddie thought. "Hey man, I think we should try and get back to the real world, I don't like the upside down at all."

-Time skip about 4 weeks-

Eddie has been living in Steve's house, since his is a gate to a literal different dimension entirely. Eddie was still trying to make sense of his fangs, and uncurable hunger, no matter what he ate, it didn't help him. At least he didn't throw it back up.

"Man, what the fuck happened to me? I don't know what this is!" Steve looked at him with sympathy, this is how it had been like when he was becoming a werewolf. He knew how confusing this was.

Although he knew Eddie munson was no werewolf. They had come to the conclusion that Eddie was a vampire, and Eddie constantly denied it. "Listen, Eddie, we know your a vampire man, I mean, your sensitive to light, you hate garlic, and before this all you loved garlic. Crosses don't really do anything. We didn't try immortality on purpose but I'm pretty sure getting hit by a car and running off isn't something any human can do man." Steve listed all the proof they had of eddie being a vampire.

"Alright then harrington, but how am I supposed to drink blood? I don't think little mice aren't going to feed me for the rest of my life." Eddie's words made steve wonder. How would eddie survive?

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Woah, 660 words. Not too long of a chapter though. I'm still trying to figure out what should happen in the next chapter.