Change Is Coming || Eddie Munson

Apology

CW: panic attack, blood, smutty day dreaming about vampire eddie, breif mention of drugs/death/suicide

You awoke to find yourself warmly tucked away amongst a plethora of pillows and extra blankets creating a nest around your body. The room was pitch black, and what's worse, it wasn't yours. You quickly shot up, startling Flea who hissed and arched his back before settling when he realized it was only you.

The only light that permeated the blackness around you came from under the door, and the alarm clock casting a faint green light atop the dresser it rested on.

"Shit..." you whispered, recognizing your environment, confused about why you were here after the blow up you had last night. How you even got here considering he locked you out and you passed out in his yard, and why the hell was Flea here?

You felt around for the chain on the desk lamp and shed some much needed light on your surroundings. Yes, Eddie's room. His pig stuffie tucked securely in your grasp, making you scoff in annoyance. After everything he's still confusing the shit out of you. As you go to toss the leather clad piggy on the other side of the bed you hear an unfamiliar crinkle.

A little sliver of paper was tucked under the collar of his tiny jacket.

"I went out, be back soon. I'm sorry please don't be mad. There's Fruity Pebbles in the cabinet."
Signed with little heart being held in the hands of a stick figure sporting a sad frown complete with those stupid fucking fangs. You groaned heavily, hating the fact that you might be greeted by his presence on the other side of the bedroom door.

Your bare feet hit the plush carpet, hesitantly carrying your forward. You lost your footing, almost falling just before reaching the door. The culprit being a sheet of paper. Stooping to crumple it between your hands to toss in the trash, because of course the only piece of trash in his otherwise spotless room would be the thing that you trip on.

Only after the paper left your finger tips as it rolled into the empty bin did you notice it was addressed to you, using a seldom spoken pet name for you. He reserved it only for the most important of notes.

"Great," you huffed bending down once more to retrieve the paper. You sat in his desk chair and turned on another lamp to glance over whatever shitty excuse or apology this was. But as your eyes examined the words before you, you come to realize it's not exactly what you'd expected.

Letter

'My darling dove,

I should've told you the first time we met, but I put it off until much to late, and for that I'm eternally sorry.

What you're gonna read might be a little shocking, or maybe not considering I gave you the shock of a lifetime last night. (Once again I am so very sorry.)

I'll spare you the grisly details and trim it down to a shorter story:

After my uncle passed, I fell into a black hole. I spent my days strung out and completely unaware of everything around me. My friends shipped me off to rehab and it worked until I was released.

To put it plainly I tried to off myself, and a stranger saved me. Pulled me out of the dirty alleyway and left me a changed man in an empty house. They left me a bus ticket back here and expected me to figure things out on my own.

Robin is the only other person on earth who knows what I am. That's what all the fuss was those first nights I was back, I freaked out, felt like I would hurt her and made her leave.

You've asked where I go at night, I go to a dark place. A scary place in my mind where I'm able to be the monster I wish I wasn't. I go out and prey on the innocent wildlife of the woods. I've done things I'm not proud of. Things that I would've never done before.