Change Is Coming || Eddie Munson

Awaken

Short message: I hope you enjoy, this is my second vampire Eddie fic. I felt as though he needed to be more moody, a better, more fleshed out story line. There will of course be smut, duh. But it will be porn with a plot!

TW. Drug abuse, over dose, attempted suicide

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Those heavy iron doors of life are swinging shut, creaking and groaning under their own weight. Another poor unfortunate soul being lost to their vices, breath leaving in sputtered gasps. A heavily used needle had been buried, broken off in the tender, bruised crook of the arm as this shell of a person drifted farther and farther from the world. A spoon still tightly gripped in the shaking hand, as if it were the only tether anchoring him to earth.

"Hey! Hey man." A voice sounding far far away calls out, the motionless figure on the ground groans as this stranger taps him with a booted foot.

"Shit, hey! Fuck dude, gross." The stranger flips this limp form onto its side, revealing a mess of putrid vomit both new and crusted over on this individual's white under shirt, a denim jacket and black shirt tossed aside haphazardly. He shook the figure, trying to rouse them.

"RONNIE" this stranger yells frantically, "RON- RONNIEYAH!" Adding an extra oomph at the end of his friends name for emphasis. Feet come stomping down this almost abandoned alley. Their shoes crunching the gravel slower and slower as they take in the scene before them.

"Oh my god." She gasps a creak in her voice "do you think we can save him?"

"I mean... we have to try don't we?" The friend whispered, unsure of this decision.

The last thing this tortured individual heard before feeling the most excruciating pain in his short lived existence was: "It'll be okay, we-we'll help you. It's- it's gonna be okay man."

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Fast forward, this individual finds himself thrust back into reality, frantically gulping cool fresh air, grasping at an unfamiliar fabric, rough under his aching body. Clasping at nothing over his chest, swatting his neck as if something were attacking him. Quickly relieved as he found no such thing.

He took a deep grounding breath before turning his head ever so gently to take a look at his surroundings. Feeling no pain as he felt up and down his arm as he peered around the room, no evidence of the needle that he expected to feel under his skin.

Where am I?

Once again trying to stay calm he firmly clasped his hands together, squeezing tightly to stop his arms from shaking as he rotated his body into a sitting position. Planting clean socked feet on the dirty floor.

When did I change clothes?

It seemed as though the only clean surfaces in what appeared to be this abandoned house? Apartment? Was the wool blanket he had woken up on and the coffee table ahead of him. His jacket folded just as neatly as if you found it in a department store. Leather boots rested side by side... looking freshly polished? With his belt rolled neatly beside them.

What the fuck is happening? What is this fucking purgatory?

Surveying his body for the first time since waking, he listed off the items in his mental notebook.

Someone washed my clothes, and dressed me.

"Hey!" He shouted, "is anyone here?" Waiting a moment before mumbling to himself.

"Stupid fucking alley angels, " Getting louder just in case someone was listening, " some people don't want to be saved!"

He angrily yanked on his boots, finding something blocking him from pulling on his left one. His wallet was placed deeply inside, dropping the boot he quickly examined his wallet. Finding everything in place, his cash completely untouched. He scoffed in shock that no one had run off with it.