[ Steve slides down the wall to sit, blood and tears mingling as he tries (and fails) to breathe around the puncture in his neck. It feels deep. Bad. Exactly like two inexperienced fangs shredded their way inside. ]
How?
[ His spit is pink around his teeth as he asks. Even now, Steve still trusts him more than he fears him, which is ludicrous given Eddie just sucked his blood out like a Slushie straight from the machine, but he's starting to suspect the wound needs some help. ]
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How?
[ His spit is pink around his teeth as he asks. Even now, Steve still trusts him more than he fears him, which is ludicrous given Eddie just sucked his blood out like a Slushie straight from the machine, but he's starting to suspect the wound needs some help. ]