Eddie Munson

(Y/N) (L/N) finds themselves face to face with their old friend, Eddie Munson. Eddie Munson who had died not too long ago. So, how is it he's still alive? Though... there is something that's different about him. Is this really the same Eddie Munson that (Y/N) knew? Or is it someone else entirely?

Eddie stood in the shadows, hidden from the world by the cloak of night. His heart, though no longer beating, quickened with a hunger that was as insatiable as it was forbidden. The object of his lust stood just a few feet away. Eddie's senses were heightened, his fangs elongated, and his eyes glowed crimson in the darkness. He could hear the soft thud of their pulse, the tantalizing rhythm of life coursing through their veins. It was a symphony that called to him, a melody he could not resist. The beautiful stranger's scent enveloped him like an intoxicating perfume. It was the scent of life, of warmth, of everything he could never have again. He felt a primal urge, a bloodthirsty craving that threatened to consume him whole. Eddie's fingers twitched at his sides, longing to reach out and capture the beautiful stranger, to taste the crimson nectar that flowed beneath their skin. His mind waged a war against his monstrous instincts, but the vampire within him was relentless, a beast that hungered for the forbidden. However, little did he know, the person he was lusting after - the person he had been practically salivating towards - he had known all his entire life. Well, while he was a human, anyway.. As Eddie drew closer to the stranger, the very faint familiarity of said person began to spark similarity. It isn't until they got close to close that he finally spoke, voice menacingly yet dark and seductive.

"(Y/N)? (Y/N) (L/N)?" He questioned.