𝑲𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 | Eddie Munson

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Eddie's POV

I've never craved anything more in my life than Cassie's blood. Fuck. The craving I have for cigarettes doesn't compare to this. I thought that was bad. I was wrong. This desire is burning my insides and her blood is slowly soothing the pain.

This is the first time the crippling disgust I have with myself is not at the forefront of my mind. She doesn't make me feel like the monster I am. Maybe it's the sense of home I feel around her like I'm the Eddie I used to be. With her, I feel like him.

"E-Eddie," She whimpers,

I pull back and look at her. My stomach drops at just the slightest hint of her in pain. "Are you okay? Am I hurting you?"

Cassie's eyes are closed as she breathes unevenly. The corners of her mouth pull up and then it disappears. Her eyes meet mine and relief washes over me.

"I'm fine. I'm sorry. I just —I didn't realize I said your name. It's all a little overwhelming."

I can't read her. I've never seen her look like this and she's not entirely telling me exactly how she is feeling. It's confusing me. "Do you want me to stop?"

Please say no. I don't want to stop, but I will. For her.

She shakes her head and tilts her head, permitting me to continue. I let out a light sigh. I wrap my hands around her back and lean into her. She feels soft. Soft is nice in the world I've been living in. I always knew she'd be soft. My hands don't fully press up against her skin, but I can still feel her with my resting touch.

To be honest, I'm fucking terrified of hurting her. She's too fragile. Too soft. Too beautiful. Too perfect. I'm the opposite. I'm too robust, too rough, too vile, and too imperfect. Touching her feels criminal. It's the devil touching an angel, it's forbidden. I'm undeserving of anything this good.

But here I am. Barely touching her. Barely holding it together. It feels like there is a war inside me, but I'm only fighting myself. Her blood pours inside me trying to make the bad turn good, but eventually, my rotten insides will devour her good and turn it into something spoiled. This isn't beauty and the beast. No curse will be broken by love. I'm not a beast, I'm a damn monster. A dead monster walking the earth pretending to be something it's not.

Well, the dead don't rise. The dead end up where they belong and that's six feet underground. That's how this will end. 

Cassie shakes me from my thoughts when I start to feel her gentle hands move up my back and into my hair. She moans and her blood sings louder for me. This is the high I've chased all my life. This right here. No drugs or alcohol could compare. The taste of her blood and the sound of her pleasure would send me to my knees right now if she wasn't sitting in my lap.

Oh, fuck.

She's moving her hips. Does she like this? Am I making her feel good? God, I hope so.