Shot In The Dark - An Eddie Munson & Y/N Story

17 ~ "You Are Y/N Baker!"

For you, there'll be no more crying,
For you, the sun will be shining,
And I feel that when I'm with you
It's alright, I know it's right...

I can't get this melody out of my mind, my last attack was a total disaster, all because I kept humming this damn song! God, I'm so fucking hungry! My throat burns the way it did when I first awoke, I'm about ready to tear Hawkins apart just to quench this agonising thirst and hunger. What makes it worse is the chest in the corner of the room won't stop calling for me, my master says "I'll know when the time is right" to open it, reap the rewards inside, but I'm almost certain the nagging voice of somebody crying out at the back of my mind will surely drive me mad first. Maybe this is the time? Maybe opening it will give me the answers I need about what happened before I woke up?

I approach the chest cautiously, it's singing and taunting turns to encouragement, it too knows the time is right. I take the rush lock into the palm of my hand, feeling the cold metal turn to a burning sting searing into my skin, "Ahh! Fuck!" I hiss as I release the padlock, hearing a thud as it drops from the chest onto the carpet. Slowly opening the lid of the chest, my eyes become fixated on the most beautiful silver coloured sword with a holt embellished with delicate patterns and a crimson red jewel sits at the base, the blade is somewhat crooked in shape, zigging and zagging only slightly from holt to impressively sharp tip. As I watch the limited lighting around me glisten off the blade, the singing I heard before grows louder, the red amulet in the holt begins to glow with a magnetic scarlet glow, a glow that only burns brighter as my hand nears the holt, eventually taking the blade in hand.

As I feel the handle make contact with my skin, I feel the sobbing voice in my mind fall silent... all the previous intrusive thoughts and memories become locked away and only the echo of a single word is heard... Eddie.
Finally, I can focus... I know exactly who I need to feed off next...

- Eddie POV -
It's gotten almost pitch black in the woodlands now, the colds starting to settle in and there's still no sign of Y/N or any other hunting beasts lurking in the shadows. Since whatever's killing these kids seems to be attracted to me, Henderson decided it would be a good idea for my ass to be bait and sit at the bench whilst the rest of them hid in the surrounding woodlands... really hoping right now that it is Y/N and not somebody wanting to rip my throat out... or both. Sitting in the same spot on the bench I always sat, I spark up a cigarette to calm my nerves and look more natural as I wait for my potential killer. My nerves still rattling my core, I start to quietly hum the Fleetwood Mac song that's been stuck in my head since Y/N disappeared. The silence of the woods carries my muffled hums as it bounces off every branch in its wake.

As I continue to hum, I hear the sharp snapping of a twig overhead, a peppering of dead leaves fall from the canopy above onto the floor nearby. I gulp hard as I silently pray that whatever's about to happen doesn't going totally awry, and if it does, I'm praying to whatever god there is out there that they'll let me be with Y/N. I hear a swoop followed by a thud as a chilling breeze ruches up my back... someone's behind me... I can feel them staring at me. My breathing begins to quicken as I find the courage to turn and face them, they obviously want me to, otherwise, what's the purpose in the grand fucking show of dropping from the trees? Taking one final drag of my smoke, I toss it into the damp leaves and stand up from the bench, my heels slowly turning my body 180 to see the face of whatever's behind me.

About 6 foot from where I'm stood, I seen a dainty hooded figure cloaked in black clothing... except for a blue denim vest which is dirt and blood covered. I see their glowing red eyes peeking from beneath the hood as they watch my every movement. Either side of their body sits these fucking magnificent crimson and black wings, again, a little beat-up and war torn, but still incredible to look at. As I scanned their figure, my eyes locked onto their shoes. Black converse they were covered in dirt and blood, but the unmistakable sight of bright red shoelaces gave me the confirmation I heart and body ached for. "Y/N?" My voice a broken whisper, barely a sound passes my lips as I struggle keep myself calm. The figure only smiles, flashing it's pearly white, razor sharp fangs. Slowly dropping their hood and I see it, her beautiful hair tied in that high ponytail that would swing like a ticking pendulum of a clock as she walked the halls of Hawkins High, secured with the very same red scrunchie she wore whenever she needed some luck.