Acquired Taste // Eddie Munson x Reader

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄

"Did you hear about Tommy Hagan? They said he looked like he spontaneously combusted, I mean is that something that can actually happen? Because you know, is it contagious? I really hope not, you know-" Robin's frantic rambling down the phone did nothing but amuse you as you stood in your room, underwear on but nothing else as you looked over the supple plains of you body. Had it always looked like this? Surely not, but then... Oh, screw it. It didn't matter. It looked like it now and you felt positively God-like because of it.

"Maybe it is, Rob. But I think you'll be safe," In fact, you knew it. But of course, she couldn't know that. Half-paying attention to another of Robin's tirades was an art you'd perfected. She was always worried about some ailment, or possible infection, or ... Well, anything really. It was sweet, but she didn't really need you to participate much when she went off on her little tangents.

"Okay well, hopefully not, I mean they did say they were thinking about getting the FBI in to help out the local cops." That piqued your interest, a small frown creasing the delicate skin of your forehead though you don't say anything. "Which they should, right? Oh my God -- do you think it's a murder? Why else get the FBI in, huh?"

"Jesus, Robin. Who cares?" You groan to mask the slight bubble of apprehension in your gut. Not for being caught, no, but for the fun you were having coming to an end. You'd have to be more careful, that was for certain.

"Uhh, I do-! Quite a fuckin' lot, in fact."

"Why? They were assholes."

"They? What do you mean, 'they'?"

Oops. Of course. Poor Billy was still decomposing in the woods near your house. Nobody had found him yet, and if they had they were keeping it hush hush. "Hmm? Oh. I meant Tommy. He was an asshole, everyone knew it, I mean he cheated on Carol all the time."

"So... He deserved to be killed for it?" Her judging tone was doing nothing for the fabulous vibes you were thriving in after tearing apart the very boy you were talking about. "Shall we go out tonight? I'm way too buzzed to stay inside..." You change the subject, allowing your mind to speak for you without thought. "I'm like on fire right now. I need to do something. Come out with me? Pretty please?"

"And go where, exactly? The only place in town worth going to burned down, remember? Not to mention I'm practically swimming in homework."

"Right. Ugh, why do bad things happen to good people?" You groan and she agrees, though you had a feeling she was thinking more about the helpless souls who died in the fire whereas your mind was on yourself. "Okay, bye. See you tomorrow." You hang up on her without waiting for a response, returning the stretched out phone to its place on the wall in the hall. 

You'd have to find some other way to entertain yourself. What a depressing thought.

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Due to the investigations, you were working hard to see how long you could go without feeding again. The thrill was all you wanted, your mind pulsating with that same thought every day and your stomach practically screaming to be full. 

Normal food wouldn't satisfy and just served to make you sick. You knew what you needed, but to risk being caught was stupid. 

A month had passed, and your bones were threatening to snap with how weak they felt. Your hair was dull and lifeless and looked unclean no matter how many times you washed it. Your eyes were rimmed with darkness and you couldn't even muster the energy to coat your face expertly in makeup as you always did. 

Chapped lips purse as you glare at yourself in the mirror. You can do this, you tell yourself, the first test of your restraint proving more difficult than you would have liked.