cheerfire | if there's no one beside you when your soul embarks

[There's an edge to the pain that she does need. It's something that feels amazing, yes, but there's also something about it that puts her at peace. Even as she's reduced to wails and sobs of his name, she feels a sense of purpose. She actually whines when she feels him pull free from her, her hips wantonly bucking like it's going to entice him to slide back home where he belongs.

He doesn't though, and two of his fingers are good enough with how close she is. Chrissy puts on a pretty show for him, writhing and begging him to make her come. She's desperate for it by the time it finally happens, her peak overcoming her and making her fall flat against the ground out of sheer exhaustion.

There's no way she could have withstood that as a human. But now, she's been built to love him exactly like this. It's perfect, and what they need to form the bond they'll require to rule this dark world together. She's left a quivering mess, his name whispered reverently like a prayer. The pain and soreness barely register with her. She feels so boneless and good in that moment that nothing else matters. ]

I think this makes me yours.

[She murmurs as she crawls over toward him. She's bruised and scraped all over, but they're already slowly healing. All she wants now is to crawl into his lap and curl up with him.]

Here, come here.

[ His arms reach for her in the darkness, find her easily and pull her close to him. The rage that had pulsed through him only moments ago has quieted, leaving Eddie the boy largely in control. And all he wants is to hold her close, kiss each of the beautiful scrapes and bruises he's just given her. There's nothing like them in all the world, so unholy and profane and yet so impossibly in love. ]

You are mine. There's a sharp, possessive edge to his voice, but everything else about him is gentle. Eddie buries his face in her hair, smells the dirt and blood and sweat caked there, takes it deep into his lungs. ] And I am yours.

[ If she asked him, he would rip himself apart and expose his heart to her, let her feast upon it. That may yet happen. He trails sweet kisses over her face, tracing the line of her jaw. Remove all of the surrounding context and it's the sweetest gesture in the world. He reaches to tickle his fingers across her stomach, smooth and pale in the hazy light. ]

All full?

[His tickling at her stomach makes her muscles twitch and she giggles, the sound out of place here. In that moment, they're just Chrissy and Eddie, and everything's sweet and calm. Her smile is just as bright as it had been when she was alive, the thought of their belonging to one another making her incredibly happy.

When he asks her about being full she makes a soft sound, eyes full of life and joy as she looks up at him.]

For the first time in my entire life.

[She grew up a hungry child. Became a starving teenager. And if things had continued on the same path, she would've been a ravenous adult. But she doesn't have to deny herself anything. Not anymore.

Her fingertips gingerly touch at his cheek as she tries to be gentle. The time for animalistic roughness has passed. As her touch maps out his face, just one finger winds up pressed against his lips.]

I don't think I'll ever let myself go hungry again.

Good. [ Eddie practically purrs against her finger. ] It's the least you deserve.

[ As for everything else she deserves, he plans to be the one to give it to her. Now that their bloodlust has been quieted to a dull whisper, he can see to some of that now. While he could remain curled around her like this for all of eternity, eventually there will be more revenge to take, and before long, orders to follow. He stands slowly, easily taking her into his arms. The upside down thrums lazily around them, as if it too has been sated. ]

Wanna see something cool?

[As oblivious as she is at the moment to the fact they'll have to answer to Vecna at some point, Chrissy seems every bit her old self as she laughs in delight as he pulls her up with him in his arms. Her legs give an experimental little kick as they drape over his arms, and she smiles up at him like he's her entire world.

She can feel the environment that surrounds them fill with a sense of light and fleeting peace. It's almost as if her joy is radiating off of her and influencing the upside down. But he's asked her a question, and she pulls her attention off of focusing on the world around them. Nodding, she relaxes back in his arms with the knowledge that he'll be able to support her weight just fine.]

Always.

[She will always want to see something cool, if he's the one showing her.]

Watch this.

[ There's a sudden sound of tearing, accompanied by a grotesque chorus of cracking bone. Two fleshly lumps bubble up on his back, and in another moment leathery wings unfold from his back. They flap out wetly, flicking bits of gore away from them. The newly emerged wings flutter behind him, and Eddie sports a wicked grin. ]

What do you think? Badass, right? [ There's something downright boyish to his tone, creating a sharp contrast to the look on his face. ] You've got a pair too, you know. Part of the whole thing.

[Her eyes are wide as she takes in the sight of Eddie with wings. They're huge and impressive, and she's actually pretty captivated by them. So of course she reaches up to try and touch at them. But she doesn't try to move from his arms just yet.]

They're super badass. Really!

[The thought of her with things, or anything that's badass, makes her feel a little perplexed. She's never been a badass person. But she is now. Chrissy shifts in his arms, moving so she can have enough room to try and let her own wings pop free. There's the same sound of crunching bone and tearing flesh, and she winces briefly as they first emerge. Hers aren't as large as his are, of course, and she's pleased when they don't get in the way of being held in his arms.

She's completely naked thanks to his tearing off her clothes. But now she's naked and has wings. She's a total badass.]

I was about to ask what exactly we are now. But I guess it doesn't matter. Look at these wings! They're so metal, I think I might die.

[ What exactly are we. That's actually a very good question, and even Eddie himself doesn't quite know the answer. They're different, changed, that much is obvious, and yet somehow exactly the same. They are themselves walking contradictions, but in a way, they always have been. He licks his lips as he watches her test out her own wings, finding something about it impossibly attractive. ]

I guess a little bit like vampires?

[ It's certainly enough to explain their bloodlust, their enhanced abilities, but it doesn't paint the entire picture. There isn't any word for what they are, but vampire feels like enough for now. Eddie gives a solid flap of his wings, sending them upward as he holds her close. The Upside Down shrinks as they ascend, and it seems almost a docile place as they drift above it. It's their home now, after all, and will never hurt them again. ]

We should pick somewhere to settle down. [ He nips at her ear as he says it, his gaze sweeping over what is a rough, twisted version of Hawkins. There are plenty of bizarre replications of houses to choose from, or they could build something entirely their own. ] Any idea?

[As content as she is in his arms, there's a point where they're flying where the wind catches her wings and she's filled with curiosity and a desire to explore. After squirming free from his hold, she's delighted when she flies alongside him. Her skills as a flyer in cheerleading seem to lend themselves to this kind of flying. Only now no one is holding her and throwing her. She feely moves on her own.

There's a whoop and a holler as she takes off, stretching out her wings and taking to flight pretty naturally. She winds up being able to dip downward ina corkscrew before rising up back to him, laughing as she playfully plows right up against him.]

What about the big houses on the rich part of town? We could have our own mansion.

[ Eddie doesn't really want her to go, but his grip relaxes so she can twist away. Seeing her flying alongside him more than makes up for the absence of her in his arms. It doesn't take much for him to get used to his new appendages, but he's absolutely enamored by way she takes to it. He follows her though the sky, each flap of his wings feeling like a natural part of his anatomy. ]

I like the sound of that.

[ He pushes her away from him, but it's equally playful, the only context in which he would want her apart for him. Eddie carries himself over the part of Hawkins she's described, and even with the dark influence of the Upside Down, it's still far more luxurious than what he's used to. His gaze sweeps over the the decaying versions of mansions, but he shakes his head. ]

None of these are quite right. [ He floats towards her, wraps his arms around her middle so that he can pull her close. ] I think we should make something all our own.

[She gasps as he pulls her in close, and tucks her wings enough that he can take care of the flying for them. He can't seem to keep his hands off of her, and she likes that about him. Her arms wrap around him in return, and she leans in enough to press a probably distracting kiss to his lips. Thankfully they're both satiated enough, bloodlust and arousal ebbed so they can focus on the task at hand.

Chrissy's incredibly intrigued by the idea of creating something that belongs to just them. It's beautiful to her how even in a place that's dark and lifeless apart from themselves and the monsters that killed them, there's still able to be the gift of creation.]

Could we? Right now, I mean. We can find somewhere to make something that's only for us. Like a castle.

[He's the king of the upside down, and she's his queen. It's only fitting that they have a castle.]

A castle, hm?

[ Oh, he likes the sound of that. It's exactly what they need, what they deserve. For all intents and purposes, the Upside Down is their kingdom, and they should rule it from somewhere fitting. Eddie scans the ground below them, finds a place where the ground rolls up into a twisted hill. He brings them back down to the ground, sets her carefully back on her feet. While he is no longer holding her outright, he still reaches to wind an arm around her waist, pulling her close. ]

This looks like a good spot to me.

[ It feels perfect. Eddie raises his free hand, and the ground begins to morph, walls exploding upward as though erupting through flesh. He watches his work before his gaze shifts back to her. The hand falls back to his side as he leans to kiss the top of her head. ]

Why don't you give it a try?

[Chrissy is a patient person. She's a loving person, she's a ray of actual sunshine. But she isn't necessarily a creative person. She never got the chance to go to one of his Hellfire Club meetings and play his game, so doesn't really understand the whole thought process behind creating using imagination. It's been a long time since her mom thought she was young enough to still play pretend.

She leans back against him, hand holding onto his arm. And she watches him break ground on their home. It seems so easy for him that she's almost intimidated. What if she makes something wrong? Or it's horrible and they have to start over?

The kiss to the top of her head reassures her that he would never be angry with her, even if they had to demolish this and start somewhere else. She makes a soft humming sound as she eyes what he's made so far, really taking the time to observe the walls he's created.

If she took to flying so naturally, she'll be fine at this too. She just has to believe in herself. One of her hands stays holding onto him, while the other extends outward.

She thinks of the books she used to love when she was a little girl, some of the movies she had seen. And she starts to focus, causing the ground to rumble and shift as more walls slowly become reality. She moves her hand to guide them into place, and focuses on adding details like towers and turrets, and even a front drawbridge.

Stopping when she feels a little winded from that, her hand drops down to cling hold of his arm along with her other one.]

I think we should work together to make a moat. All castles need one.

[ There's something so impossibly attractive about watching her work, watching her feel out her own power. He has given her almost everything that he is capable of, and it delights him to see her come into her own. Eddie watches as the building that will be their home take shape. It is truly something out of fairy tale, granted one that is dripping with blood. It's still so perfect, just right for the two of them. He licks his lips, before turning to kiss her, rough, but still so open in his wanting. ]

We can definitely have a moat.

[ His tone is light and boyish, free of all the burdens that have previously dragged them down. They are the rulers of this domain, and they can have every last thing that they want. This macabre castle is only the beginning, just one step along the path they'll walk together. ]

You did such a good job, baby girl. It's perfect.

[There's something inside of her that gets a thrill every time he calls her baby girl. Her lips are still parted from his kiss, but they're doing little more than sharing the same breath as her eyes look up to him with adoration.]

You're perfect.

[She fiercely resumes kissing him, moaning into his mouth as she enjoys the contact. He's so addictive she could shove him back and enjoy him again. The fact she's naked and doing all of this isn't lost on her. Her hand takes hold of his, and guides his touch down between her thighs so he can feel how wet she is just from this. His praise and kissing alone is enough to get to her. In another life, she might've been embarrassed. Now it just feels like a declaration of love to let him know how responsive her body is to him.]

And you made me perfect for you.

[Not actually perfect, the way everyone else saw her. He remade her into someone perfect for him in every way, and it's because of that she pulls away and focuses on trying to split the earth and create a moat for their new home. She wants it to be perfect for him, and uses both hands to create a large moat that fills with blood and gore from the ground itself.

And when she finishes, she's beyond drained. She stumbles forward and leans up against him, letting his arms keep her on her feet. Maybe she could have waited for him to help her. But she was filled with the urgency to do it by herself so he could see just how perfect and strong she is.]

[ Everything else falls away, Hawkins, the Upside Down, who they once were-- none of it matters as she presses against him, guides his hand between her legs. She is so impossibly wet, every inch of her wanting hm. Eddie slips his fingers into her, rocks them with careful practice. The time is too short before she's pulling away, Eddie left panting and watching her carefully. ]

It's perfect.

[ There's nothing else he can say as he gazes over what she's created. Any place in the Upside Down would have been the right place for them, but he's so impossibly happy to see her testing out her new abilities. He wants her so badly, and so as he takes her into his arms, he lowers her back to the ground. His fingers dance over the skin of her thighs, once again finding their way to her center. They have their home, their castle now, but that doesn't stop him from wanting to take her once more in the Upside Down. ]

My love. [ His voice is a melodic croon as he lowers her back to the ground. Eddie fucks her with his fingers, moving with a heated passion, pressing her down into the dirt. ] Do you like this?

[There's nothing frantic and violent about the way he takes her now, lowering her to the ground and uses his fingers on her. She's still pressed down into the dirt, but there's no attempt to claim her by doing it this time. Now it's all for her pleasure, and she takes no issue with that. Legs splayed open, she knows no one else is around to see her like this.

This is for his eyes only, each rise and fall of her chest that goes along with the gasps and groans he pulls from her, belong to him. Her back scrapes lightly against the dirt as she rocks in time with the way he's fucking her with his fingers, and she looks up at him with heavy lidded eyes.]

Baby, I love this. I don't think I can ever get enough.

[And really, she can't. He already knows her body so well that it doesn't take long for him to get her to the point where she's whimpering his name and begging for more. Her hand curls around his wrist, fingernails digging into his skin. She's not stopping him as much as just holding on, granting herself purchase as he toys with her sensitive body and she reaches the tipping point.]

[ It's short work to bring her over the edge, and as she orgasms Eddie lowers himself to kiss her, open mouthed and brimming with desire. It strikes him that neither of them will every be able to get enough of each other, will always ultimately be left hungry for more. He likes the idea of that very much. Once she's finished, he helps her carefully back to her feet, curling his arms protectively around her. Nothing about the changes they've undergone have robbed them of the ability to be careful, loving. He doesn't think there's anything that could possibly take that from him, not where Chrissy is concerned, anyway. ]

You've done so well.

[ His voice is warm, filled with genuine pride. He sweeps her off her feet then, carrying her in his arms so that he can bring her over the threshold of their new home. Despite their macabre surrounding, the inside of what is now their castle is almost normal. Dark and quiet, it could almost pass for something that might exist in the real world. Eddie keeps her held tightly in his arms as he strides from room to room, observing all she's created. ]

Absolutely perfect.

[ It's only once he's found what is clearly the master bedroom that he finally sets her down. It seems plucked from the pages of some gothic romance novel, massive in its size, a gigantic four poster bed in its center. The posts are draped in gauzy, dark silks, and the rest of the room is furnished in a similar style. Eddie laughs, sounding much like the boy he once was. ]

You've got good taste.

[Chrissy's full of laughter and squeals as he carries her inside. She's absolutely delighted by all that she's managed to create (even though she thinks to herself there needs to be more touches of pink) and is already considering improvements for later. But by the time they reach the master bedroom, she's light on her feet as she's set down. She's quick to pull away from him to look everything over.

This is their new home, and she's so pleased that he likes it. It feels like maybe they're just Chrissy and Eddie, back in Hawkins, and nothing at all has changed. But of course, everything has.

She's in the middle of touching at the silks around their bed when she glances over at him with a proud smile.]

I just tried to think of what you'd like.

[It's a painfully shy admission, more of the girl leaking through the monster. She tries out the bed next, taking a leap onto it. Falling back with her limbs outstretched, she sighs happily at how soft and comfortable it is. Everything outside of their home is dark and sharp, rigid and inflexible. But here, it's their own special place.]

I think it needs more pink though. And maybe some of my old things would be nice too.

[ As Chrissy goes to try out the bed, Eddie circles the room, one hand against the wall. For as much as their new home looks fairly normal, it is alive, as much as anything in the Upside Down. He can feel its heartbeat through the wall. He laughs as she makes her suggestion, but it's a warm, fond laugh. If she wants pink, then let her coat the entire Upside Down in the color. He'll stop nothing short of giving her the world. ]

Anything you want.

[ Eddie ends his procession around the room at a wardrobe, sleek and black. He throws it open, eyeing the contents with a pleased expression on his face. It's filled with fineries unlike anything he'd ever worn in life, let alone have been able to afford. And yet it is all completely to his taste, dark leathers, metal accents, perfectly befitting the dark king he now is. Eddie leaves the clothing untouched for now, stalking back towards the bed to join her. ]

We'll need rest first. [ He crawls over her, leans down to kiss her, slow and soft. ] Then we can get whatever you want.

[She loses herself in that kiss, groaning as she lets him take his time showing her such soft affection.]

Are you sure we don't have to sleep in a coffin or something? That's what happens in the movies.

[And this whole new phase of their life feels a lot like a movie. Not that she's complaining. The alternative is the both of them being dead. This is so much better than that. But really, she's just attempting to be cute. Even if she is really clueless about the way vampires are supposed to do just about everything. Eddie seems to just naturally know, he's fallen into his role of king of the upside down and apex predator so easily.

It's with that thought in mind that she realizes she is feeling a little drained after they built their living castle. After one more soft kiss, she pulls him down beside her. Curled up at his side, she feels safe and loved and like they're invincible here.]

I think that would be a little cramped.

[ He chuckles as they settle down into the bed, curls himself possessively around her. The smell of blood lingers on them, but beneath it he can still catch the scent of her shampoo. It's an intoxicating combination. It touches at the shreds of humanity deep inside him, brings a gentle smile to his face. A boy's smile.

Eddie's fingers flex against her, and the room plunges briefly into darkness. In another moment, a few hazy lights pop into existence, phantom candles that shine dimly from somewhere high above them. When he speaks again, his voice is a low whisper, only for her. ]

Sleep now, my darling.

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[She stares dazedly up at the floating candles, mesmerized by how pretty they are. The flickering flames put her into a near trance, but it's his words in her ear that make her eyes start feeling heavy. It's almost like he's issued a command and her body feels like it needs to obey.]

I love you.

[Her voice is barely more than a whisper, before she curls inward enough that she can be completely enveloped by him.]

Thank you for saving me.

[That's a little more audible, even as her voice is heavy with sleep. In a matter of no time at all, she's fallen into a deep rest. It's probably easy for him to sleep too, with her cuddled up so nicely beside him.

She has no idea how long they sleep. It could be hours, it could even be days. Time is pretty meaningless here. While she's safe in his arms, her mind wanders. Moments from her old life play through her mind, mostly of her mother and Jason. There's scattered memories of Eddie too, but the thing that eventually gets her to be restless are memories of what happened in her final moments back in Hawkins.

Those dreams quickly slip into pure terror, and she starts to thrash about in his arms as she tries escaping from Vecna as he chases her like she's still a victim.]

[ As she drifts into sleep, Eddie whispers quiet words to her. Promises of their future, declarations of love, apologies for the way he's failed her in the past. Before long he is plunged into sleep himself, though his own experience is far more pleasant. Perhaps pleasant isn't the right word, but the dreams have structure, order. A dark voice whispers to him across planes of reality, providing a list of instructions, commands.

Eddie doesn't have much time to grapple with those thoughts, to consider just which orders from the darkness he will-- or will not-- follow. Because then he is shaken violently awake, by the way Chrissy thrashes against him. He's awake in an instant, hackles raised, ready to strike at whatever outside enemy might be at them. But it's only her, wracked with fear. ]

Chrissy! [ He shouts her name, pulls back enough that he can take her by the shoulders, try to shake her into consciousness. ] Chrissy, wake up!

[Like when he told her to sleep, her body just seems to respond. She snaps awake with a gasp, pushing away from him to recoil back. She moves so fast and hard that she roughly topples onto the floor. That seems to do the trick to waking her up fully, and she blinks up at the candles that are still dimly floating overhead as reality settles in around her.]

Eddie?

[She warily calls out to him, moving to sit up. It's easy to remember now, that Eddie brought her back. This is their new home, their room they'll share together. They're different now. She's safe, he won't let anything happen to her.

Without really being sure if she jumped up and hurried back into his arms, or he rushed over to swoop her up, she finds herself cradled in his arms and she feels she needs to explain.]

I guess even things that aren't human can have nightmares. Sorry.

[ Eddie is on her in an instant, scooping her up in his arms to bring her back to bed. Aside from being worried about her, he feels enraged. This shouldn't be happening, nothing should be able to touch her, to upset her. And yet there's something that makes it possible for nightmares to get through. His anger is reflected inwards, at himself, he must have done something wrong when bringing her back. This is his fault. ]

It's alright. You're alright. [ His voice is decidedly human, almost fragile as he pulls her more tightly to him. He knows so much about how this world works, how to use his newfound powers, but he doesn't know how to fix this. All he can do is hold her, try to will the nightmares away. ] Nothing to apologize for.

[ Eddie brings the light in their room up a little, trying to make things feel safer. ]

You want to talk about it?

I think I was dreaming about memories from before. Back in Hawkins.

[His holding her does wonders to soothe her, and she almost doesn't explain further than that. But he wants to know what's bothering her, and she doesn't want to make him any more tense than he already is.]

About my mom. My friends at school. But then I remembered how I died. And I guess it kept replaying over and over again. But there was something different about it. That monster's voice told me he'd always know where to find me. That I couldn't hide from him.

[And if she didn't know any better, she'd think that he was watching her, even now.]

Nothing can hurt you now.

[ He speaks with conviction, as though he fully believes it to be true. Until this moment, he had thought as much. Now... he doesn't want Chrissy to know that he isn't entirely sure, doesn't want her to know that he's trying to figure out how this happened in the first place. If he can't keep her safe here, then where can he? It stirs up something primal inside him. ]

That's your old life, my love. [ While both of them try to figure out what's just happened, he's determined to offer what comfort he can. ] It doesn't mean anything now.

[ Even though it seems that might not be the case. ]

We are the only monsters here.

[A part of her doubts that. But she wants to believe it so much that she's willing to try and forget her nightmare. He sounds so sure of himself that nothing can hurt her. Like he'd tear apart the universe if anyone tried.

She moves in his arms, shifting so she can press her lips to his.]

You won't let anything happen.

[There's another kiss, then another. She loves the taste of him, and thinks she can spend hours doing nothing but kissing him.]

You're my life now, my love.

[Calling one another my love makes her feel a sense of giddiness. She's hardly tired, but also doesn't want to interrupt his sleep.]

I know, I know.

[ He repeats the words several times over, even as she presses her lips against his. His mouth is hungry for hers, but he restrains himself, keeps things gentle and chaste. She was made to be the perfect half to him, and physically, she fits so perfectly. But emotionally, she needs something still, and he is happy to give it. ]

There's nothing to worry about.

[ That should be true, but now Eddie is suspicious, sending tendrils of thought out into the Upside Down. Whatever has caused her nightmares, he wants to find it, rip it shreds. Words murmur on the edge of his consciousness, but he pushes them away. No one has any business worming their way into his mind but Chrissy. ]

You can sleep now, if you want. You'll rest easy, this time.

[She has a feeling he'll stay up and keep guard over her. He knows she needs the rest, and seems to be hinting that it's what she should do. The part of her that's giddy and wants to go out and explore the upside down relents, for now. She situates herself so he's curled around her once again, and she falls asleep quickly.

This time she stays asleep.

The next day is spent expanding their castle with more touches, Eddie surprising her with a breathtaking dark garden in the courtyard. It's all black roses and dark, twisted thorns and vines. But it's beautiful in the way they both are now. Alive, but not really. Sharp parts that can pierce and harm, but a beauty to them that's unnerving.

Her wardrobe she takes on here is dark, leather and lace to compliment his look. She thinks the skirts are impossibly short, but hey. He likes her in tight little skirts, and she likes the way he looks at her while she's in them.

It's later that night when they're lazily sprawled out in the throne room they've created that she tells him that she's hungry, pouty lips and begging eyes as she rests her chin on his knee. They both have thrones, but she's opted to sit between his legs on the floor. Ever since she had those nightmares, she's wanted to stay right at his side, in near constant contact with him.]

[ Anything she wants, he has the power to give it to her. And he considers it his solemn duty to make sure she is never in need, never anything less than absolutely delighted. Some part of him feels like he has already managed to fail, given her previous nightmares. But he does his best to distract her as they work to make their castle truly their own.

After a day's work of testing their powers, using them to shape what will now be their home, Eddie is beginning to feel hungry himself. Devouring Jason feels like so long ago. The hunger settles into his blood, floods his senses. One hand has settled in her hair, stroking gently as his mind wanders. Beyond the hunger, he can feel Vecna regaining his power, knows this is something he will need to deal with sooner than later.

But then she's telling him she's hungry, and it's a merciful distraction. Eddie's fingers slip from her hair to cup her chin, tilting her head back so that their eyes meet. ]

Then let's get you fed, darling. [ It would be easy enough to summon something up for them, they could stitch Jason back together only to devour him again. But he thinks going after some live prey will be good for the both of them. Eddie stands, offering her a hand to pull her up with him. ] Shall we pay Hawkins a visit? It'll be fun.

[She doesn't hear his question right away, because his agreeing that it's time to feed makes her ecstatic. A bloodlust quickly settles in, her eyes a dark shade of red as it takes over. It's tempting to just pull Jason back up like he had before and swoop in straight for the kill. She could do it a few times and she isn't sure if it would be enough.

Where she went hungry in life, there's no shame in a little gluttony now that she's something better.

When she takes hold of his hand though, and he pulls her to her feet, it's like everything comes into focus. Her mind clears enough that she can process what he's asked her, and the motion of her head is sharp as she turns to glance up at him. Her fanged grin is just as eager as the look in her eyes, and the nod of her head is almost childishly impatient.]

Who are we going to see?

[She knows he has a sadistic side now, one that he likes to indulge. Chrissy's starving and just wants to sink her fangs into anything she can get her hands on. But if she gets to show off her new, darker look to someone that might recognize her. She wouldn't say no to that.]

And...how are we going to get there?

[She died before the whole portal into the upside down thing was discovered. She's absolutely clueless they exist.]

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