[ for a split second, the hindbrain that’s chasing it’s fix doesn’t care. the warm blood on his tongue tastes so good. it has him growling again, biting down to get more.

it also sates the animal and brings everything that is eddie munson back to the surface as steve's scream rips through the air.

and jesusjesusjesus he’s got his teeth in steve’s neck, he’s got his blood in his mouth. steve’s not strong enough to dislodge him like this, he’s not but eddie throws himself back. fuckfuckfuck.

he stumbles back, lands on his ass. he’s got blood on his chin, blood in his mouth painting his teeth, his fangs red. he scrambled back, looks up at steve with eyes wide. he feels like a monster, is a monster because what sort person does that—- ] I— Sorry. Fuck. I bit— I really bit you. Fuck, I’m sorry.

I’m so s-sorry. [ and he is at the same time the thing inside him isn’t, satiated or not he wants more. maybe not right now, but he knows he will. had a few drops and knows what will satisfy him now. ] I told you, it wasn’t—- I’m sorry. [ steve should leave him after this or just— fuck. the right thing to do when dealing with vampires (how is this a real thought he’s having???) is not one he wants to consider. ]