Tell me, how does it feel to have my teeth in your heart?
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steve harrington x fem!oc
stranger things ╱ season 2-5
cross posted on ao3 by cosmiclovrs
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CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX It's a Cruel, Cruel Summer
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THE NEXT MORNING started the same way the one before had — with that dreadful, heavy feeling that something was wrong.
Which wasn't even the worst part. Because when Rhiannon pulled back her sheets, her body was covered in dried blood. She stilled at the sight. Of course, a bloody bed in itself didn't scare her — not when she faced the same dilemma every month since she was twelve — but what did unsettle her was the absence of memory. She couldn't recall where she had gone during the night; only the faint echo of a boy's screams (and a nagging suspicion they might have belonged to Billy) clung to her mind. The rest was fuzzy, hollow. Like she was a puppet being pulled by marionette strings, vaguely aware of her movements but unable to intervene.
She didn't want anything getting in the way of her summer, but she feared the demon issue had reared its ugly head again. He was back, at full force this time. Where he once had been a whisper over her shoulder, a malicious undercurrent in her mind, now he was stealing hours from her, hijacking her consciousness in the night. She was missing chunks of memories, having little to no control over her own body.
Even her precious Nyx seemed concerned by the bloodbath on her mattress, and though he meowed inquisitively at her, she couldn't understand him.
But there was only one person she trusted to confirm what she feared. The one person who understood this the way she did, who would reassure her that she wasn't losing her mind.
"You still haven't gotten through the campaign?" Rhiannon asked as her eyes darted across the Byers' living room, skipping over the pile of fridge magnets scattered across the floor.
"Mike and Lucas are dealing with their own stuff. Girl stuff, or whatever," Will answered, fingers tugging at his hair. Rhiannon loved the kid, she really did, but someone needed to hide the scissors from Joyce because the haircuts were getting out of hand.
