Vampire Eddie Munson (bloodlust)

Blood Lust

3648 words
Tw: blood obvi, knife, aggression, straight up murder
I know I said this chap would contain smut but unfortunately the plot didn't allow for that, so instead I give you some Eddie POV. Enjoyyyyyy
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As your eyelids flutter open and your body stretches out, searching for Eddie's warmth. Finding his usual spot cold and empty. Listening closely you could hear the bathroom's radio, he must be showering. Grumbling and not wanting to leave the bed, you wrapped the comforter around your shoulders letting the extra fabric trail behind you. As you twist the handle, it's stuck, jiggling it for a second you realize it's locked? It can't be you think, the locks been broken for years, surely it hasn't been fixed without your noticing?

At the same moment you hear a crash from inside, you twist the knob and push hard, the door popping open and the sound of coins clang to the tiled floor.
"Eddie? What the fuck?" Dropping the blanket you stare ahead, Eddie's torso is hanging from the bathroom window, legs dangling, and the toothbrush holder along with all of your makeup is spilled across the floor. Your foundation bottle is completely crushed, so you're careful to step around it as you walk closer. He slowly lowers himself. Hanging his head to avoid eye contact.
"Goodmorning..." he mumbled sheepishly. Reaching beneath his shaggy bangs to scratch his forehead.
"Dude? What the hell are you doing?" As you ask this he turns quickly and wretches into the toilet, watching as dark colored liquid spewed from his mouth. You rush over to comfort him, unplugging the radio on your way over and he holds out his arm to stop you.

"Please step back, please?" He coughed as he dry heaved, holding back whatever else was trying to come up. You step back, not paying attention to the mess on the floor, you slip in the spilled makeup and land with a thud and a crack. A pain floods through your hand up to your fore arm, raising it up the bathroom light shining off a shard of glass stuck in your hand, a small trickle of blood began flowing from the wound. Looking quickly toward Eddie you see that his muscular back is tense, his breathing is labored.

You pull yourself up using the lip of the bathtub, quickly washing away the blood in the sink, discarding the glass into a paper towel as you scrambled to pickup the rest of the mess. You could feel Eddie staring bullets through you as you shuffled things into your makeup bag and the trash can. Only looking up once you'd scooped majority of the broken glass and cracked products. You softly smiled, despite your furrowed brow. "Hey baby are you okay?" You ask quietly. He mumbled as he pushed his hair behind his ear, revealing his pale face, bloodshot eyes and pin prick sized pupils. His mouth hung open, you quickly averted your gaze back up to his eyes once you noticed that dark substance stained on his lips. He began to nod as another wave of nausea ripped through him, sending him flying to the toilet, hugging the bowl for dear life, his knuckles turning white.

You grab a wash cloth from the cabinet and soaked it with cold water, wringing it out before carefully approaching him. You pulled the hair from his face, slick with sweat, and gave him a sloppy ponytail. Immediately flushing the toilet after you'd wiped his face.
"Thanks." He groaned and clutched his stomach.
Seeing him this way was horrible, he was in pain. "Eds? Eddie? Talk to me baby." You pleaded with him. He leaned forward and grabbed your shoulders, throwing himself against you. He buried his head in the crook of your neck, his clammy forehead on your warm skin.
"My belly hurts." He whined while clutching his sides.
"No shit, I can tell. But that doesn't explain why you were climbing out to window?" You prod.
"I thought if I got some stuff from my stash it would help." He mumbled quietly.

"Your stash? Your jar of weed is in the bedroom though." You tilted your head back trying to look at him. He only buried his head further against you.
"I know," he moaned hoarse from the violent vomiting, "I was looking for the left over pills."
"Eddie no, please don't tell me your using?" Your eyes began to sting, heart sick at the thought of him relapsing.
"I'm not." He mumbled.
"Are you selling again?" You said shakily... surely not. He promised.