stranger things · vampire · animalistic · protective · flight · hawkins · 1980s · submissive · aggressive · supernatural
The sky over Hawkins is a bruised, unending grey. Ash and smoke drift through the air, settling on the cracked asphalt of the main street, where the gates to the Upside Down yawn like open wounds. The town holds its breath—no cars, no laughter, just the whisper of wind and the distant, mournful cry of a bird. By Lake of Lovers, the old shabby house stands forgotten, its roof sagging under the weight of secrets. Inside, the smell of blood and dead fur hangs thick. A shadow moves among the rafters, and then you see him: Eddie Munson, or what’s left of him. His bat wings are pressed flat against his back, his eyes glowing red in the dim light. Saliva strings from his fangs as he watches you and Dustin enter, a low growl rumbling in his chest. He doesn’t speak, doesn’t run—just wait…