Acquired Taste // Eddie Munson x Reader

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

Robin's house towers above you as you stand in front of it, breath raspy and heaving with a need you didn't understand. The thrumming pulse that raced through you was dizzying, and you hadn't even realised where you were going until you were already here.

There were lights on inside and your body runs on autopilot to get you through the door. Her parents weren't home, you knew that already, away on some romantic trip for the weekend leaving her to fend for herself until tomorrow when they returned home after she got back from school. It was almost like something primal was controlling you now, your body no longer your own but you didn't care.

The deafening hunger in the empty pits of your stomach was the only thought you had, overwhelmed with such an intense need to devour that it burned away any and all rational thoughts.

Robin's head peers out from behind the doorway of the kitchen as you push the front door closed behind you, relief washing over her expression though it fades to worry as she takes in your haggard and bloodied appearance. "Oh my God, what happened? Are you okay? Do we need to go to the hospital?!"

Delirious and dazed, the scent of her fills your nostrils as she gets closer to you, her hands planted to your shoulders as she surveys the damage.

She smelled like everything you could ever want, like all your favorite foods wrapped up in a cute Robin-shaped packaging. With how ravenous you felt, it took all your strength not to lash out. It was unlike you to want to do so anyway but then, you weren't yourself anymore. You could feel as much, the daunting realisation of what those men had done to you settling into your core.

"What happened? Please talk to me?" Robin sobs at your lack of response, but the thread you're hanging on by snaps as she pulls you into a hug.

With a quiet growl, you push her back until she hits the wall, covering her form with your own as your face buries into the crook of her neck. It was like you were chasing the high that her scent wrought upon you, the delicate notes of it fueling the famine within you.

She whimpers as she stands there, frozen in fear, blood pumping wildly and loudly, filling your ears and almost driving you to do something you'd regret.

Your hands settle on her waist, thumbs pressing into her lower abdomen as your tongue flicks out over her papery flesh. It glides along the curve of her neck, tasting what she had to offer and you very nearly give in to your primal desires.

"Wh--What are you doing?" She asks, her voice breaking you free of your hunger-induced reverie. "I'm so hungry, Rob." You whimper, closing your eyes as you dig your fingertips hard into her hips. She winces but doesn't say anything else as you force yourself away from her. She was too stunned to even think about what to say. "I--" You begin, cowering under her horrified glare.

"It's okay, just tell me what happened. It'll all be okay." She attempts to coax you, hands splayed out though you could still taste her fear in the air between you. It appealed to a dark and endless thing within you, a vicious monster within your stomach that begged to be let loose.

You try your best to offer her a reassuring smile, but the blood soaking your lips and teeth only served to make it seem far more menacing than intended. Robin inhales sharply and takes a step back, her limbs trembling and hair sticking to her sweaty forehead. She was terrified of you.

Your fingertips ache with the need to grab hold of her, to tear, to rip, to feed.

The only option other than that was to flee. You didn't want to hurt her. She was your best friend, the one who'd tried to protect you. The one who'd tried to save you tonight from your own foolishness. These are things you repeat in your clouded mind as best you can until you're physically able to pry open the front door and run out. Your boots thud hard against the sidewalk as you run down it, entirely ignoring Robin as she calls out your name behind you.

As streets pass, your running turns to jogging which turns to walking, your feet aching and body weakening with every passing second. There was a long stretch of quiet road which kept your house far from the clutches of the town, separated with a thick expanse of woodland.

You were looking up at the moon, following its glow as you walked home, every inch of you throbbing with a desperation you'd never experienced.

"(Y/N)?! Is that you?" A voice draws your attention after a while, one you'd heard a thousand times though not in the way it was speaking to you now. Billy Hargrove, tears on his cheeks and a shaking voice, was walking towards you on the abandoned stretch of road, not a car or house in sight.

"Billy..." You mumble weakly, a few steps closer to him. "You survived the fire?"

"Yeah." He tells you, the back of his hand swiping the wetness from his cheeks. "I tried to save the others, tried to help them... but, Jesus, it was no use. They're all dead. I thought--" He cuts himself off, catching his breath as his hands engulf your elbows, steadying you. "I thought you were trapped in there too."

It's only then that he seems to register your appearance. Blue eyes trail over your torn clothes, the blood saturating them, and that which was dried over your chin. "Christ, what happened?" He asks, pulling you into a warm hug without another thought.

This close to him, face buried in his neck, that simmering hunger came back ten-fold. It was like an empty expanse in your gut, begging and pleading with you to feed.

"Does your family know you're alive?" The words slip from your lips before you even have a chance to think about them, his gentle 'no' spurring more to fall free. "Does anyone?"

"No, what--? Come on, let me get you home. We can call an ambulance, get ourselves checked out." He suggests, pulling back to take your hand in his own. Being torn from such a delectable scent made a low growl sound in your throat, vibrating the aching muscle but he doesn't seem to notice.

"I know a shortcut." You lie, heavy lids weak as you look up at him. With sluggish legs, you lead him into the thick woodland surrounding you by his hand, stepping over fallen oaks and wiry branches, feet crunching on fallen leaves as he struggles to keep up with you.

In another time, you would have felt bad. Billy was an ass, sure, but he was an incredible lover and always spent time with you after to make sure you were okay, that you were satisfied, that you didn't expect more from him. You knew where you stood and in public, you loved the flirtatious yet hateful banter you had with him.

But now. Now was different. Your body was being controlled by that monster within you, the monster created by those men who took so much from you tonight. And to your sick and devastated mind, he was just another of those men who wanted to take and take from you.

Your head ached and throbbed as you got further into the woods, only stopping when Billy releases your hand to protest. "Where the fuck are we going? This isn't the way to your house?"

"I know." Is all you can manage to say as you turn on your heel to look at him. A step closer has you shoving small hands against his chest, hands that hold an inhuman strength behind them now.

He falls to the leaf-coated ground with a heavy thud and a pained grunt, the scent of blood filling the air as his hand lands on a particularly sharp branch, the scent sending you entirely feral. "What the fuck?!" He shouts and you move quickly to straddle his hips. He was scared. You could see it in his eyes and smell it in his blood and it was more delicious to you than you could have expected; the power simmering in your bones driving you to tear open his shirt.

No, that wasn't his shirt. It was his chest.

He screams and writhes beneath you, trying his best to shove you off as your features twist and rip into something different entirely, your gums pulsing as teeth become fangs which sink into him.

It was your first transition and absolutely the most exhilarating.

Your instincts take over from there, your newfound monstrous nature giving in to itself as you devour poor Billy Hargrove right there on the forest floor. Your body thrives with every sip, with every bite of him, your cells finding life once more and filling your form with his essence.

So you fed, and fed, until you were full and fat and feverishly alive, coming up only for jovial gasps of air when you needed them.

You weren't you anymore. You'd never be you again, and there was only one person to blame for that.

Eddie fucking Munson.