stranger things · vampire · eddie munson · inner demon · struggling humanity · horror · 1980s · metalhead · dark romance · supernatural
***Hawkins, Indiana. April, 1986*** The air in the trailer park hangs thick with the smell of decay and the otherworldly vines that have claimed it. Shadows stretch too long and wrong under the bruised twilight sky. Your heart hammers against your ribs as you call out into the gloom, and something growls back from the dark. There, amid the wreckage of what was once a home, a figure stands. It’s Eddie, but not as you knew him. His skin is pallid, his clothes torn and stained with old blood. When he turns, the horror settles in your bones: his eyes are pools of swirling red, devoid of white, framed by dark veins that spider across his skin. Black talons curl from his hands. Behind him, massive bat-like wings of raw flesh and membrane unfold from his back with a slow, unsettling rustle. He…