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He Ate My Heart - Remmick/OC - Chapter 10

Chapter Warnings: HELLA SMUT, Submissive Remmick, remmy boy cumming in his pants, creampie, Maeve being the dominant queen she deserves, Remmick begging and whining like the good boy he is, Remmick has a praise kink, blood play, could be considered self harm but I’m not sure

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“Dawn, this is Remmick, he’s-“

“Daddy?” She whispered softly, sitting more upright in her bed and meeting his gaze.

“Wha-How did you know that sweetheart?” Maeve asked in shock, looking back and forth between Remmick and Dawn.

“He-He told me before… when I go night night.” She clarified, “And-and-and I can hear his-his head voice.”

“She means the Bond…” Remmick said, noticing the confused look on Maeve’s face, “She and I share a similar bond to what I have with the rest of the coven. She sees my memories and I see hers. Except somehow she can also hear my thoughts… and I can hear hers.” His voice cracked with emotion as Dawn hopped out of the bed and approached him.

“It’s ok daddy. I’m not scared.” She smiled and wrapped her arms around his legs. That was the last straw for Remmick as he shattered completely. He collapsed to his knees and took Dawn in his arms, pulling her as close as he possibly could without hurting her. He started kissing all over her face and head, tangling his fingers in some of her hair as he picked her up into his arms.

“My baby… my baby girl….” Remmick sniffled, trying his best not to get his bloody tears on her, “I’m here… I’m here now.. I’ll never let anything hurt you, I promise.” He showered her with love and affection, causing Maeve to tear up a little. Remmick began spinning with her and Dawn laughed in response, which is when Remmick noticed her teeth.

“You have fangs?” He breathed, “You’re more like me than I thought!” He then showed off his teeth, his fangs shooting out as he gave her a tearful smile.

“Woaaah!!!” Dawn exclaimed, reaching up and tapping his fangs with her tiny finger, “I-i have those too!” She then opened her mouth in response, poking her own tiny fangs that stood out from her normal teeth. Maeve covered her mouth with her hand, fully in awe of the events unfolding in front of her. Dawn was clinging to Remmick and giggling like crazy. She had never seen her daughter this truly happy before, not even when she got to ride her favorite cow for the first time. It was like she was seeing Dawn completely whole, like she’d been missing a piece of her soul that she wasn’t even aware she was missing. Remmick looked over at Maeve, his face completely stained with bloody tears.

“Thank you, Maeve….” He whispered, sniffling softly as he finally put Dawn down once she started squirming in his arms. Maeve looked at him with tearful eyes, picking up Dawn as she had run to her.

“Thank you for saving Liam… He’ll be ok eventually, right?” She asked as Dawn nuzzled into her neck.

“Yeah… it might just take him a minute. His uh…. His memories are volatile.” Remmick replied, his voice tinged with sadness.

“Is Uncle Liam ok?” Dawn asked sleepily, clearly up past her bedtime.

“Oh yes, he’s ok sweetie, he just got a boo boo earlier, but he’s gonna be ok.” Maeve reassured her, kissing her on the temple before putting her back in her bed, “It’s time to go night night though now, sweetheart,”

“Will daddy be here in the morning?” She asked and Maeve looked back at Remmick with a soft glance.

“No sweetheart, daddy has some things he has to do in the morning, like how mommy goes to work and your Uncles take care of you.” She replied, smiling softly as Dawn yawned and snuggled further into the bed.

“G’night daddy…” Dawn whispered, reaching out for Remmick and the man froze yet again. He looked back and forth between Maeve and Dawn, still trembling a bit until Maeve nodded and smiled. He closed the distance between them and took Dawn’s tiny hand in his. He knelt beside her bed and kissed her little fist, meeting her eyes and offering her a heartfelt smile.

“G’night darlin…. I’m so glad I finally got to meet you.” He whispered, pulling away as Maeve tucked her into her blankets and kissed her on her forehead. She turned off the lights and closed the door, leaving with Remmick into the hallway. The pair stood there silently for a few moments, Remmick especially quiet as he continued to wipe bloody tears from his cheeks.

“You alright?” Maeve’s voice was soft and surprisingly warm given what had happened earlier that night. Remmick nodded slowly, running a hand through his hair.

“Yeah uh…. I’m good.” He sniffled, turning to look at the door to Dawn’s room, “Maeve, she’s so beautiful.” His voice broke as he spoke, an unconscious sob audible in his words, “She’s perfect… How I was ever able to help make such beauty, I’ll never know.” He paused and took a deep breath, trying to figure out a way to express how he was feeling, but was failing miserably. Maeve reached out, putting her hand on his shoulder to steady him, hearing his breath catch in his throat.

“If you saw Liam’s memories, then you know why I’m so determined to make sure she’s raised in a good environment. She’s being raised loved and protected and I can promise you, she’ll be safe.” Maeve explained, sliding her hand down his arm to take his hand, “And… despite all your insane behavior and terrifying actions in the past… I know you’ll keep her safe too. After all, you’ve been gone for the past six months and yet, when I needed you most, you came back…

“Well… you called for me. It was only right that I answer.” He looked down at their connected hands and sighed, “Now that she knows I exist, I wanna be in her life… I just don’t really know how since I can only be there for her at night.”

“We’ll figure it out. After all, Liam now can only see her after dark too, or atleast in a windowless building. But we’ll deal with it.” She said before her face grew stern, “Listen to me. If you’re going to stick around and be in her life, I refuse to let our daughter be around a monster. The violence, the manipulation, the insane behavior, it stops NOW.” Maeve’s words cut him deep, but he nodded. However, she wasn’t sure he fully understood, so she yanked him close by the gold chain around his neck, forcing him to look at her.

“I’m serious, Remmick. If you want to be Dawn’s father, you can’t go around killing people for the fun of it. Murder is the absolute last resort now, do you fucking hear me?” She hissed, pulling on the chain again and only then hearing the desperate whimper that tore from his throat.

“Yes… yes ma’am…. I understand.” His voice quivered and Maeve was confused. He’d never really reacted like this before to her demanding behavior, but she had noticed what appeared to be the trigger of it. She yanked on his chain once more and he gasped, his eyes widening as he stared at her, his knees nearly buckling underneath him as she could see the flush of desire rush through him.

That was when a lustful smirk crossed her face and she chuckled darkly, sucking her teeth and shaking her head at him.

“Oh no…. I don’t think you do… and I wanna make absolutely SURE you get it through your thick fucking skull by morning.” Maeve growled, pulling him down the hallway by his chain and back into her bedroom, closing the door behind her. Remmick continued to stare at her, words failing him as Maeve began to circle him like a shark.

“You had me trapped like this before… right after Dawn was born, when you found out she existed, you kept us trapped in the house all night. You screamed and cried and threw a whole tree at my porch.” She grabbed his chain and pulled him close once more, noticing the desperate noise he made and smiling as a result, “You once said it was my turn in this game. Well now I’m making my move.” He watched her with wild eyes, his gaze flickering back and forth between red and blue.

“Darlin…. Do you know what you’re getting yourself into?” He asked. Remmick was barely holding onto his self control. He was torn between either pinning Maeve to the bed and taking her himself or letting her do what he so desperately wanted her to do.

“Oh yes… yes I do. The real question is… can you handle what I want to do to you for all the years of insanity you’ve brought into my life?” Her voice dropped to a growl, her fingers tightening around his chain and watching as he licked his lips. He reached out to touch her waist, only for her to smack his hand away HARD.

“You try to touch me again without consent and I’ll make you leave this house right now.” He shivered at her words, immediately putting his hands behind his back.

“Won’t… won’t do it again… promise….” He stammered and swayed back and forth on unsteady feet. Remmick hadn’t felt this aroused in so long, his cock already beginning to ache in his pants. Maeve raised an eyebrow when she noticed it, as she had pulled him nearly flush to her body and he was shorter than she was.

“For the rest of the night, you belong to me. You’ve basically already been my pet vampire for the past three years, but I wanna make it official. You wanna make up for all the bullshit you’ve put me through? Start by worshipping me. I’m in control now. You’re nothing more than a whiny, desperate little vampire who follows my every command.” Maeve wore power and control wonderfully well. Her whole life, control was something she never had. Her father abused her and her brothers from the day they were born. He was always the one in charge, so now that Maeve had the opportunity to take a tiny modicum of control in her life, she grabbed onto it with both hands. And Remmick knew she needed this almost as much as he did, given the memories he’d received from Liam.

“Yes ma’am. Whatever you want.” He breathed weakly, following her as she began walking backwards toward the bed. Maeve sat down once the back of her knees hit the bed, pulling on Remmick’s chain once more to get him to fall to the floor. He knelt before her like a man in prayer, staring up at her like she was a holy being. She smirked at him and pressed her shoe covered foot firmly against the bulge in his pants. He gasped in response, wanting to grab at her leg but he remembered her warning about touching her earlier. He squeezed his eyes shut, arousal shooting through his veins as he struggled to keep his composure.

“You know, I should’ve figured out that you look better at my feet a long time ago. You were begging on your knees from the very start, I should’ve listened to you and made you beg for me even harder.” Her words were laced with desire, the soft bite behind them making Remmick start to hump up against her foot. She chuckled when he did so, looking down at him with a massive smile, “Poor thing, you can’t even control yourself can you?”

“Not around you… especially not when you’re like this. Seeing you in control, finally taking what you want… fuckin hell, makes me need you even more.” He leaned forward and pressed his forehead against her knee, since he couldn’t use his hands to touch her, all while continuing to rut against her shoe.

“You’re just a fucking dog, aren’t you? So needy and desperate for anything I give you that you’re currently fucking my foot because that’s all I’ll give you.” Maeve shook her head and leaned back on the bed, pushing her foot even harder against his clothed cock.

“AHA-Fuck!” Remmick gasped and was unable to stop himself from grabbing onto her calf to get better leverage. Unfortunately the moment he touched her, Maeve slapped him hard, the pleasure of which making his cock twitch even more.

“You can’t even listen to a word I say? You forget that I’m a teacher, Remmick. I will smack your hands with a ruler if necessary to get you to behave.” He whined loudly at her words, his entire body focused on the single pleasure point between his legs.

“P-please… please lemme touch you… lemme make you feel good… please!” He began to beg, continuing to fuck up against her foot desperately. The hot coil in his lower belly began to tighten, the shame and embarrassment from the idea of cumming in his pants just from her foot making him ten times harder.

“Oh so you’re begging already? You want me that badly?”

“Need you! Need you right now, need to fuck you so good, please! Wanna please you, wanna make you scream my name, please!” He started rambling, his thrusts beginning to falter the more pressure she put against his cock. His noises also grew in volume, the ache in his pants becoming the only thing he could focus on. Maeve could feel his dick twitching under the fabric, the need on his face only expressing just how close he really was. And when she started rocking her foot back and forth, making him nearly double over with pleasure, she almost threw her head back with how loud she laughed.

“You’re gonna fuckin cum in your pants? You want me so badly, you can’t even get it out before you soak yourself?” She teased and he whined, nodding feverishly as he continued to push his forehead against her leg.

“Wanna cum… please Maeve, wanna cum so badly, m’so fuckin close, god it hurts so bad, fuckin PLEASE lemme cum!” Maeve smirked as he picked up the pace of his hips, watching him rut like a mindless animal against her foot for a few more moments before she moved her leg away from him. The way he almost collapsed against the floor and nearly sobbed with desire had Maeve almost let out a moan. Seeing this man, the man who had been tormenting her for nearly three years, so desperate for her touch that he debased himself right in front of her, made her wetter than she’d ever been before. She’d been craving control in every aspect of her life since her father’s death, so to have pure unadulterated control over such a powerful being like Remmick made Maeve feel almost high. She wanted to grab him by the throat and force his cock inside her and not let him leave her body until she said so. She needed him begging and desperate and pathetic and she was going to get it that night whether he wanted to give it to her or not.

“You don’t cum until I say you can, is that understood?” Maeve hissed and Remmick nodded, forcing himself to stop grinding against the floor.

“Yes… yes ma’am… Maeve please, I need you… I’ll do anything for you.” His eyes were wide, his hands fisting at his sides to try and calm himself down.

“Good boy… get on the bed and stay there. Don’t even think about touching yourself or taking your clothes off.” Maeve commanded and Remmick nearly scrambled to get onto the bed. He lay flat on his back and stared at her as she pulled his boots off, tossing them aside.

For Remmick, he never really believed in God. Given all he’d seen and all he’d experienced, the concept of God and angels was foreign to him. But seeing Maeve standing at the foot of the bed, her dress clinging to her curves like it was made for her, Remmick swore he was looking at one of God’s angels made flesh. He wished he could go back in time and tell his former self never to let her go. If he had known this was the woman who would carry his child and bring him that family connection he was so desperately craving, he would’ve lived in the ground under her house if that’s what it took to stay with her. He may have been trapped on Earth, kept away from the spirits of his home, but Maeve and Dawn gave him that tiny bit of freedom he desired and that was more than enough for him.

“Now… I’m going to ride you. And I’m going to use you as I see fit. Your cock is mine tonight, do you have a problem with that?” She asked and Remmick shook his head.

“N-no… not at all. Maeve, I L-“ Maeve cut him off, covering his mouth with her hand as she knew exactly where he was going and she didn’t want to hear it.

“Did I say you could tell me anything other than yes or no?” She snapped with Remmick letting out a moan in response. She then crawled into his lap, plopping herself down and humming when she felt his massive erection throbbing against her through his clothes. She kept her hand over his mouth as she began to grind on him, keeping her pace slow and even so she could revel in his delicious moans. His noises got even louder when he started to feel her soaking him through his pants, her wetness making the friction even better. He stared up at her in complete awe, wanting nothing more than to grab her hips and make her grind on him relentlessly. However he wanted her to have control, wanted her to use him however she saw fit, regardless of how madly his body was screaming out for her.

Maeve began to moan softly herself, her dress flowing over his leg and giving him something to grab onto while she rode him. She moved her hand from his mouth and placed both palms on his chest for balance, to which he began panting and whining for more contact.

“Take me… please Maeve, take me… do whatever you want to me, I’m yours…” His voice was rough yet gentle at the same time, like he was trying to get her to open up and free the power she’d had inside her all along. She picked up the pace of her hips, her undergarments now completely soaked through and staining the front of his pants. When she leaned her head back and started biting her lip, Remmick moaned almost painfully. His cock was so unbearably hard that he had no idea how he was going to last, but he was determined to do so no matter what.

“Whatever I want, you say…” She repeated, stopping her movements for a moment before a thought crossed her mind. She then leaned down, staying just far enough away from him that he couldn’t kiss her, “Stay right there. Don’t move. Don’t touch me. Don’t do anything except watch and enjoy…” She returned to sitting upright, a soft smile on her face as she pulled off her dress, sitting atop him once more only wearing her bra and slip. Remmick’s eyes flashed red for a moment, his mouth opening with a breathless expression as he witnessed her dragging her hands down her body. His gaze followed those beautiful hands, his hips twitching unconsciously as he realized one of them was sneaking under her slip.

“Fuck…. Fuckin’ Hell, darlin, you’re gonna kill me…” He panted, watching helplessly as she began touching herself all while his clothed cock pushed desperately against her. Maeve just laughed at him, playing with her clit and arching her back, letting the pleasure begin to overwhelm her.

“Look at you… you poor thing, I can feel you aching between my thighs, your perfect cock just weeping for me. I’m almost tempted to take you in my mouth just to see how you taste… but tonight is all about me, and right now I’m enjoying watching you squirm.” She said, her voice breaking a bit as her body reacted to her own touch. Remmick growled and whined underneath her, fisting his hands in the blanket so he could control himself enough not to touch her. However, the sight of her indulging herself on his body, denying him even the possibility of touching her, caused his fangs to reveal themselves as he struggled to keep calm. The more she fingerfucked herself, the harder it was for Remmick to keep himself under control.

“That’s it baby… take your pleasure out on me. Let me worship you in any way you’ll let me, fucking SHIT!” He snarled when he caught the sound of her fingers entering her sopping wet cunt. The friction of his pants against his dick was driving him mad and he bit his lip hard to try and distract himself from the delicious arousal whipping down his spine. And when Maeve pulled back to undo her bra and pull her slip off, leaving her fully naked in his fully clothed lap, Remmick swore he’d died and been reborn all over again.

“You can’t tell me what to do. Did you forget that this is my night tonight, pretty boy? Or do I need to remind you of that?” She cocked her head as she spoke, tossing her hair back as she returned her fingers to her pussy, sticking two fingers inside herself with one hand while stroking her clit with the other. Remmick was completely addicted to the noises she was making as well as the fact that he was now fully able to see her hypnotic, curvaceous body covered in stretch marks and scars. He started rambling in unintelligible Gaelic, unable to stop himself from giving her praise in his mother tongue. She was a goddess in every sense of the word to him, his undead heart almost given life once more as Maeve blessed him with her beauty.

And then a thought struck Maeve as she pleasured herself, the sight of Remmick’s fangs gave her a delicious idea.

She stopped her touches only for a moment, reaching out and grabbing one of his hands. He stared at her wide eyed, wondering what she was planning on doing, only to gasp brokenly when she stuck two of his fingers in her mouth.

“God, what are you doing to me?” He whispered, his mouth and chin now covered with drool as he was forced to witness the woman he loved continue to tease him. When she removed his fingers from between her lips, lapping up any remaining saliva, she began massaging the palm of his hand and met his eyes.

“Extend your claws for me baby.” She said and he raised an eyebrow, off put and confused by her demand, “Excuse you, when I ask you for something, you do it!” She spat when she noticed his hesitance. Remmick immediately obeyed, his fingers lengthening and his claws sharpening to their monstrous points. Maeve smiled happily at the sight, taking his clawed hand and nuzzling into it for a moment. She pressed a kiss to his knuckles before dragging his hand down her chest, laughing at the feeling of his cock twitching beneath her. She then took one of his fingers and pushed the claw directly into the palm of her hand, hissing with pain as she sliced her hand open.

“Maeve what-“ He was about to disobey her to check on her safety until he realized what she was doing. The smell of her blood filled the air and his pupils blew wide. He was a predator, and his prey had just willingly offered herself to him in the most literal way possible for him. His breathing picked up and his eyes grew even more feral, his claws now outright damaging her blanket as he clenched his fists in them. The torture began with Maeve squeezing her bleeding hand, letting the blood drip down her arm and onto her chest, stray droplets landing on his shirt. He began growling low in his chest, his animalistic hunger starting to take hold as she coated herself with her own blood.

“Darlin, you’re playin with fire right now… You better quit teasin me or this is gonna get bad.” Remmick warned but Maeve just threw her head back and laughed.

“The fact that you think you have any right to say that to me right now is hysterical.” She reached down between her legs and cupped his erection through his clothes, squeezing tight enough to hurt, “This cock is mine. Your body is mine. Your mind is mine. You gifted that all to me when you got me pregnant.” She hissed, her voice deepening as she leaned close to his face, grabbing his chin with her bloody hand which made him moan and arch his back in response, “See? Just further proving my point. At this point, I wanna put you on a leash and make you my little pet. You beg me for treats like one already anyway, might as well put a collar on you like a pretty little puppy.” Her words sent Remmick into an erotic spiral, an obscenely loud moan ripping from his throat to the point that Maeve covered his mouth once more with her injured hand. He immediately began licking at the wound, his moans increasing at the taste of her blood.

“You be quiet now… you don’t wanna wake up Dawn, do you?” She said softly until she realized he was licking her palm, yanking her hand back before backhanding him hard, “Did I say you could have a taste?” Her words had a bite to them almost as strong as Remmick’s, the man beneath her shivering and snarling as it was clear the taste of her blood riled him up even further.

“N-no… but I need it darlin… I need you more than I need anythin else… Please, please, please… I need ya somethin fierce, darlin…” He growled gently, his fangs slurring his words. Maeve shook her head and sucked her teeth, leaning back and moving her bloody hand to her pussy. She gasped and quivered, playing with her clit, the blood slicking her up even further and making everything feel more intense. She smiled to herself as she began to ride her own hand, watching Remmick force himself to grab the headboard rather than grab her body. He knew she’d stop the delicious torture if he touched her, so he settled for wrapping his claws around the poles of the headboard behind him.

“Maeve please, darlin this ain’t fair!” He protested, never taking his eyes off her blood soaked cunt. He began unconsciously pushing his hips up to meet hers, making her hum with desire as the press of his cock only increased the pressure in her groin.

“Neither was you not tellin me you were a vampire, knocking me up, and then being a total asshole to me for two years.” She replied breathlessly, rocking back and forth in his lap while curling her bloody finger just enough to brush her gspot.

“Fuuuuuuuuck….” Remmick whined loudly, his grip tightening on the headboard as his cock ached even more, the pulse of it making him almost nauseous with desire, “Darlin, I’m not sure how much more of this I can take… fuck I’m already so close, wanna cum so badly and the smell of your blood is makin it worse! Please baby, please put me out of my misery! Lemme pleasure you babydoll, lemme make you feel good!” He continued to beg, rolling his hips intentionally then and nearly growling when he felt her knuckles brush against his dick through his pants.

“Too bad baby. You kept acting like a dog, so I’m gonna treat you like one.” She replied, her voice high and breathy as the coil in her belly kept tightening with every stroke of her clit, “Mmmmmm… feels so fucking good.” She purred to tease him, her words making him turn his face so he could practically howl a moan into the pillow. His panting got worse and he was starting to sweat, his lust for Maeve beginning to take over and he decided to toe the line of her demands, deliberately fucking his hips up slowly to meet her movements as he could no longer stand it.

“Maeve, Maeve, Maeve PLEASE! Oh FUCK I’m getting close, please, fuck I need you!” His begging picked up in frequency and desperation, his drool now having dripped down to his chest and the well of his collarbone.

“Oh I know you are, but so am I- Ah! Fuck!- so if you’re a good boy, I’ll let you have a special treat..” Maeve replied shakily, her orgasm beginning to build faster and faster. However, Remmick began to violently shake beneath her, his eyes squeezing shut and his head rolling back and forth on the pillow.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck, Maeve, Maeve, MAEVE! M’gonna cum, gonna cum, I can’t stop- OH FUCK!!!” Remmick tried to warn her but he couldn’t stop himself. His cock erupted in his pants, his back arching as he came completely untouched, his painful moans stifled as he didn’t want to wake up Dawn in the next room. Maeve watched in both awe and disbelief, but she wasn’t able to stay focused for very long as her own orgasm slammed into her out of nowhere. Remmick’s orgasm had somehow triggered hers, her body soaking her bloodied hand and the front of his pants. She came so hard and suddenly that she was forced to bite her lip to stifle her cries, the wave of her orgasm so intense she couldn’t even believe it.

It was only once she slowly came down from her high that she had realized what Remmick had just done. She scoffed loudly and looked down at him, his face turned away and flushed with embarrassment.

“Oh… Oh, you poor poor thing. You must be so uncomfortable huh? Well then, let me help you.” Maeve said, her voice almost a growl as she unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out in one swift move. She then squeezed her bleeding hand all over his softening dick, using her blood to slick him up, before lining him up with her core and pushing him inside.

“No no no no, Maeve wait, wait! Sens-sensitive! Aw FUCKING HELL!” Remmick shouted, barely even able to adjust as Maeve began to ride him hard and fast. He tried to squirm away from her, his hips pulling away but she kept forcing him back inside. He was so overstimulated that the pleasure was turning into pain, but he couldn’t ignore how delicious it all felt. He threw his head back and arched up into her, his body simultaneously trying to escape her while also desperately wanting to fuck up against her,

“Maeve, Maeve, Maeve it’s so fucking much! Hurts! Oh god it hurts so fucking good! Please it’s too much! Too much!” He cried out, forcing Maeve to cover his mouth with her bleeding hand yet again to silence him. He practically screamed into her palm, the pleasure overwhelming as she rode him faster, her free hand playing with her clit as she felt him deep inside her.

“I-I told you your cock is mine. And I will do whatever the fuck I want with your pretty cock, including fucking you stupid.” She explained breathlessly, refusing to let up her movements since his cock was so good she was seeing stars. Remmick learned from last time not to lick at her hand, but he reveled in the drips that flowed forth from the wound, howling his pleasure against her palm as he knew she would muffle him. Her tight wet heat was far too much for his body to handle, the overstimulation turning more painful than enjoyable but he could also feel she was getting close once more.

“P-please… lemme touch you…. Lemme hold your hips, lemme fuck up into you, PLEASE!” He begged against her hand, loudly enough that she’d understand him. Maeve just laughed and pulled back, staring down at him and letting out a sigh.

“Alright…” She conceded. The second she did so, his clawed hands fled to her hips and dug in. He also lifted his knees, pressing them against her back so his feet could be planted flat on the bed. Remmick snarled loudly, bared his fangs, and started fucking up into Maeve faster and harder than he ever had before. Maeve almost collapsed onto his chest from the sudden increase in pace, burying her face in his tits and fisting her hands in his shirt for stability.

“Yes, yes, yes! That’s my good boy, fuck me! Fuck me just like that! Remmick, Remmick, REMMICK!” Maeve cried out, sobbing out her pleasure as she could nearly feel his cock in her stomach. He gave a large fanged smile when he saw her eyebrows knit together, her face contorting into one of pure lust.

“Such a good boy, such a good fucking boy, Remmick! You fuck me so well, yes that’s it! That’s it baby! Don’t you dare fucking stop!” Her words increased in frequency and volume, her fingers now digging into his skin through his shirt because he’d picked up the pace of his thrusts. The muffled sounds of his clothed hips smacking her ass echoed throughout the room, his groans and growls getting louder and more desperate.

“Wanna-fuck-wanna cum again! Please sugar, lemme cum again!” He begged through gritted teeth, his claws now drawing blood due to how tight he was gripping her hips. The smell of her blood was even stronger now, the air thick with it, slowly causing him to lose control of his human mask. As a result, he grew more and more monstrous looking; his eyes going fully red and feral, his teeth getting longer and more pointed, his brow and nose becoming more pronounced, and his claws became longer and sharper. Maeve had her eyes squeezed shut from the sheer need that brewed in her belly, so she didn’t even notice these sudden changes in him. However, she did hear him speak, to which she nodded feverishly.

“Cum, cum inside me, fucking cum inside me!” She snarled, “Be a good boy and stuff me fucking full!” Maeve’s voice cracked as she spoke, the coil of her orgasm snapping hot and fast. She pressed her face firmly into his chest as she came, muffling her cries while her body milked him and refused to let up. At the same time, Remmick roared out his orgasm, forcing his entire cock inside her as he exploded. Thick, hot cum spilled deep inside Maeve’s waiting body, her own cum soaking his dick to the point where it leaked out from where they were connected. Maeve began to sob from how good it felt, her whole body trembling like a leaf while she rode it out, barely able to breathe. Remmick came so much and for so long that Maeve swore she could feel his cum in her womb, but she didn’t care. All that mattered to her was that he was there, with her, inside her, and he wasn’t planning on leaving anytime soon.

She practically collapsed on top of him as she came down from her high, shakily panting as she came back to herself.

“Holy shit…” She whispered, blinking and beginning to look around to get her bearings. She sat back up just a little bit, the entire world spinning around her, until she met Remmick’s face and her eyes went wide. There underneath her was a real life monster. It looked like Remmick and wore his clothing, but this was more creature than human being. Maeve knew Remmick was a vampire and she had seen his monstrous form before, but not fully exposed like this nor had she seen it up close. Now he was completely unmasked and right in front of her.

“Maeve?” He whispered, having noticed the odd way she was staring at him, a soft Irish lilt to his voice that he didn’t even realize he was doing. She said nothing, only reaching out to cup his face. Remmick froze under her scrutiny, confusion whirling in his dark eyes as he watched her. Her thumb ran over his cheekbone and her fingers slowly dragged down the rest of his face to his teeth. His whole mouth was covered in drool and blood, his fangs reminding her of the snake she’d found out in the field once as a child.

“What are you doing?” He asked, the Irish accent now fully in his words.

“I’ve never seen you like this… completely like this, I mean.” She replied softly, her eyes traveling down his arms then to his hands that were on her hips. She took one hand and lifted it so she could see it properly, admiring his lengthened fingers. She placed her palm flat against his, gasping softly at how much bigger his hand was than hers.

“You’re not scared of me?” He asked, his voice now just as soft as his eyes.

“Not really scared… more intrigued.” Maeve cocked her head and closed her fingers around his hand just as Remmick did the same. If Remmick’s heart was able to beat, it would’ve been pounding in his chest. He’d always done his best to keep his more monstrous side away from Maeve so he wouldn’t scare her, but now that she’d seen all of him, he didn’t even know how to react. She looked back down at him after a moment, leaning forward and kissing him gently despite all his fangs. He whined into the kiss, barely able to do anything but kiss back as his emotions ran rampant in his head. The mother of his child, the woman that had occupied his mind almost every night for three straight years, had seen his true face and didn’t scream. In fact, she was kissing him softly and delicately like a lover would, and that fact alone had more bloody tears forming in his eyes.

Unfortunately though, having the mask fully peeled back left him feeling vulnerable and exposed. Mid kiss, he returned to normal, his now human hand sliding into her hair and tangling in the long dark strands.

“Is breá liom tú…” He breathed when he pulled away, his eyes meeting hers only for a moment. Maeve didn’t understand what he said, but she had a bad feeling she knew what he meant, and that fear alone had her pulling off of him with a hiss. Remmick shivered when she moved, an expression of concern crossing his face at how suddenly she got off him. She cringed ever so slightly at the feeling of his cum dripping out of her as she stood, reaching for the towel laying in her hamper to clean herself up.

“Maeve?” Remmick spoke, his voice wrecked from their lovemaking but his eyes were soft and caring. Maeve sighed in response, sitting back down on the bed once she’d cleaned herself before handing the towel to Remmick so he could do the same.

“Thank you, Remmick…. For saving Liam… and for blessing me with Dawn. She is the most precious gift you could’ve ever given me.” She trembled lightly when she spoke. Her emotions boiled inside her, threatening to spill forth but she refused to let them.

“You’re welcome.” He replied, his southern accent returning, “She is precious to me, too. Even more so now that she knows who I am and that I exist. I just… wish that you had let me meet her before now.”

“You know exactly why I didn’t.” Maeve snapped back, pulling her clothes back on, “You’re a vampire, Remmick. The first night we met, you lied to me and left me bruised and bloody the next morning. Hell, you didn’t even attempt to come back after that night until you found out about Dawn!” She turned to face him, her eyes full of fire and pain, “You left me. You left me wounded and covered in your seed and you didn’t even care to come back and check on me.”

“But I did check on you. I saw you… in your dreams. Your mind called to me, I answered. And I always made sure you and your brothers were safe. Didn’t you ever wonder why yall were never bothered by any thieves or coyotes or wolves during that time frame?” He had cleaned himself up and put himself away by the time he met her eyes, his beautiful blue gaze flashing red for a moment, “I may not have approached you physically, but I sure as hell kept you safe.”

“You… what do you mean you were in my dreams? That… that was you?!” Maeve stuttered, taking a deep breath and pinched the bridge of her nose, “We will talk about that later. But right now, I need you to tell me what Liam will need to know about being a vampire so that we can keep him safe.”

“Well, seems like ya already know quite a lot, given the memories I can see from him. Your grandparents told you the basic gist of it all. No silver, no sunlight, no garlic. We can’t enter a home or a privately owned building without an invitation and blood is an absolute necessity, obviously. We can eat and drink normal human food, but not very much. It also won’t provide us any nutrition, blood is the only thing that sustains us, darlin.”

“God, I’m sure glad Dawn isn’t like that. One of the perks of being half human I guess.” She mused, shaking her head before sitting down next to him on the bed, “He’s gonna be devastated. Those animals are his whole life. Now that he can’t go out during the day and be with them… it’s gonna destroy him.” She sighed deeply and tangled her hands in her hair, curling in on herself as she was suddenly hit with a wave of conflicting emotions. In one night, she’d lost her brother and saved him at the same time, let her daughter finally meet her father, and let Remmick fuck her within an inch of her life despite trying so hard to tell herself that she hated him. Tears brimmed in her eyes as she lost control, sobs wrecking her body so fiercely that she didn’t even feel like herself. Wave after wave of emotion, pent up after years of not allowing herself to feel it, practically exploded out of her in one go.

And then she felt her world slow down by the simple touch of a hand on her shoulder.

Remmick had reached over and put a firm hand on her shoulder, holding her still as she sobbed. She cut her eyes to him for only a moment before the tears returned, even more intense than before, because she couldn’t bare to look at his beautiful face and feel anything but love. And the sheer truth of that fact broke her even more.

That was when Remmick wrapped himself around her completely, nearly scooping her into his arms to keep her close. For once in her life, Maeve didn’t fight his touch. She never really liked to be touched by a home other than her family, and the only reason she’d allowed Remmick to do so in the past was because she wanted to fuck him. This was an entirely different kind of touch, one that was gentle and loving and where nothing was being exchanged. Remmick just held her, letting her sob into his chest like she so desperately needed to. And eventually, Maeve held him back, tangling her arms with his so that she could pull herself closer to his body. He nuzzled into the crook of her neck and lovingly began petting her hair, his undead heart breaking as he could almost feel the weight she’d been keeping on her shoulders.

“Why can’t I hate you?” She whispered, one of her hands now fisting in his shirt as she started punching his chest, “It’s not fair! It’s not fucking fair! Why did you have to work your way into my heart?! Why did you do this to me?!” She said, her voice getting louder as she continued slamming her fists onto his chest. He didn’t let her go, of course, and he easily took the punches without complaint.

“I could ask you the same thing, darlin…” He said softly, “No matter how much it pained me to be away from my baby girl, I know I’d never be able to hate the woman who gave her to me. The fact that you not only survived the pregnancy but you gave birth to her and came out the other side? Sweetheart, that’s a feat in and of itself.” This was a side of Remmick that Maeve truly hadn’t seen before, and it definitely wasn’t helping with her internal conflict. She wanted him to be angry with her, to yell and scream at her because that was something she knew how to handle. This kindness, this open honesty with his whole soul bared for her to see, that scared her more than his monstrous vampire form ever could.

“I don’t understand you! Why aren’t you mad at me?! Why aren’t you fighting back!? You’re a vampire! You’re a murderer! I’ve been nothing but cruel to you for years, stop being so fucking nice to me!” Maeve shouted, now trying to squirm out of Remmick’s arms but he refused to let go, “Why did you save Liam?! Why did you let me torture you just now?! Why can’t you just let me go?!” She fought him even harder now, trying to hit his arms or his face but he was much stronger than she was.

“You know why, darlin!” Remmick shouted in response. The fact that he raised his voice made her freeze, her blue eyes blown wide with tears streaming down her round face, “You know exactly why I’ve done what I’ve done. And it’s why I will continue to fight for you, and for Dawn. You two are my family, regardless of whether you think so or not. That beautiful little girl is my daughter and you… Maeve, you mean everything to me.” Remmick lifted his hand to cup her face, his thumb wiping away a few tears before he turned his attention to her injured hand. She had cut herself pretty deeply, the blood still actively flowing despite the cloth she had wrapped around it. Maeve was completely frozen in his lap, watching him like a curious child as he took her hand and unwrapped it. She hissed in pain and Remmick offered her a sympathetic expression before exposing the wound completely.

“You hurt yourself for me. I don’t know if you even realized it in the moment but… you did this because you knew it would make me want you even more. You say you want to hate me and yet…. I don’t even think you could if you tried.” His voice went soft as he brought the wound to his drooling mouth, moaning deep in his chest as he started lapping at her palm. Maeve, meanwhile, was still in shock at the sight in front of her. Remmick was feeding from her while also being incredibly gentle, making sure his fangs didn’t graze her skin. This man, whom by every account was a horrific and dangerous monster, was now acting like a weak little kitten completely at Maeve’s mercy.

But the worst part of this whole situation was that she knew she loved him back…. But if she tried to admit that, especially to herself, that would make it real. And if it was real, then it could be taken from her, just like everything else she loved.

Remmick pulled back after a few moments, his mouth and chin lightly stained with her blood, his thick drool now completely soaked into the wound.

“It should heal faster now. You probably won’t need stitches, vampire saliva has some nifty properties that can be pretty useful.” He explained as Maeve continued to stare at him. She shook her head ever so slightly, like she was in denial about the man in front of her, “What? Do I got somethin on my face?” He teased with a bloody smirk, his joke snapping Maeve out of her reverie. She gave him an extremely weak smile before letting out a heavy sigh.

“Are you gonna stay the night or did you have plans with the rest of your group?” She asked. Remmick went silent then as he realized his entire life had been altered, now that he was allowed access to his daughter.

“Oh… I uh… I never really thought about that. Did… did you want me to stay the night with ya?” His voice went quieter, like he didn’t know if Maeve would be mad at him for asking to stay.

“I mean, I know you’d have to leave before sunrise, but after everything that’s happened in the past day, I wouldn’t mind the overnight company.” She admitted with a shrug and Remmick’s smile widened.

“Well then I don’t mind staying with ya.”

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Content warning!(cw): slightly suggestive, double clicks, plugging of USB port

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Jack O'Connell as Remmick

Sinners (2025)

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For fans of He Ate My Heart, here’s some edits I made for it! Here’s my favorite edit first!

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He Ate My Heart - Remmick/OC - Chapter 9

CHAPTER WARNINGS: SUICIDAL IDEATION AND ONE SUICIDE ATTEMPT, POINT BLANK MURDER, ANIMAL MURDER (two chickens are drained) GRAPHIC VIOLENCE, MENTIONS OF CHILD ABUSE AND CHILD SA, AND FLASHBACK IMAGERY! PLEASE READ THIS CHAPTER WITH CAUTION!

Once again, special thanks to my amazing friend @thenightshxdewitch for Mara’s portion! (I just finished up the end of the scene while she wrote the main part of Mara’s scene. Mara is her oc after all and I’m so glad to include her wonderful character in this fic)

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The longer that Remmick stayed away, the more Maeve started worrying that he was planning something. Dawn hadn’t mentioned him showing up in any more of her dreams, nor had Maeve had seen him in hers. The dark shadow that she’d seen on the property was still around, still doing the same thing it had been doing for the past 6 months since Remmick left. Life seemed to be returning to normal, but normal for Maeve didn’t feel complete without Remmick in it. She felt so strange for wanting him back. Now that he was gone, there was a void in the middle of her heart that she couldn’t figure out a way to fill. She tried her best though, continuing to be the best mother she could for Dawn, continuing to teach her students the best way she knew how, and making sure her brothers were staying out of trouble, the latter of which proving to be the most difficult.

As a result of finding out that vampires existed, each brother took that knowledge and processed it in their own way. John pretended like nothing was different, all while now refusing to walk around the farm at night without his gun. Declan, the intellectual that he was, decided to start researching every bit of vampire lore he could get his hands on. Liam, however, took that knowledge and internalized it. The fear began to eat him alive and the only way he knew how to handle it was by taking it out through his vices, mostly gambling. The Fogarty family had a lot of money from their farm and from their grandparents who saved every cent they could. But Liam seemed to be content with gambling it all away every chance he got, despite John and Declan threatening to cut him off completely if he didn’t stop. Unfortunately, Liam didn’t like to listen to his brothers. He was a wild one, had been since he was a child, and he did what he wanted when he wanted, no matter the consequences.

This included stiffing the wrong people at the poker table of the last bar he went to.

Liam had been putting the chickens up for the night when the sound of a car coming down the road caught his ears. He turned and cocked his head in confusion at the sight of three men hopping out of the car and approaching him.

“Evenin fellas, sorry to say but Fogarty Farm is closed for the night, but Declan will be heading to market tomorrow if you’re lookin for some fresh eggs or somethin.” He said, putting on his professional mask since most of the time, people didn’t appreciate the fact that he didn’t like to talk.

“Nah we ain’t here about the eggs. We’re here about the 30 dollars you still owe our boss.” The tallest man replied, “You got one chance to hand it over right now, or we’ll be forced to collect other ways.” Liam sighed heavily at the man’s threats, not taking him seriously at first so he shook his head.

“I don’t know what yall are talkin ‘bout, but I ain’t got no 30 dollars on me right now. Besides, even if I did, there’s no way in hell I’d give it to low life’s like you, especially not if your boss, as you so claim, doesn’t have the balls to come collect it himself.”

The next thing Liam heard was the sound of a shotgun going off.

The gunshot rang across the entire farm, startling everyone within earshot. The three men quickly piled back into their car and sped off as Liam felt the world begin to spin. He’d fallen off his feet at some point, he hadn’t even realized it until he hit the ground, and the feeling of his chest being caved in made his blood run cold…. All while his blood began pouring out of him.

And when Maeve heard the gunshot, she swore she felt it more than her brother had, because she’d had a feeling all day something was coming and it wasn’t going to be good.

She put Dawn in her bed and told her to stay put before booking it out the door. When she turned and spotted her brother on the ground, she swore time stood still. She felt like she was running in slow motion, her feet not carrying her as fast as she needed to as she bolted across the field.

“LIAM!! LIAM!!!!” She screamed at the top of her lungs as she ran, tears already blurring her vision by the time she got to his side. Blood was everywhere, there was so much blood that she knew not even Remmick could drink all of it himself. She scooped him into her lap as he struggled to breathe, not caring that she was completely soaking her dress with his blood, “No no no no no Liam! Liam, stay with me ok? You gotta stay with me, it’s gonna be alright, I promise, don’t you DARE close those eyes on me!” She sobbed, trying to yank at her dress to get something to stop the bleeding, but she knew she only had one option. Deep down, Maeve knew that her brother was going to die right there in her arms if she didn’t do the one thing she knew she had to. And despite all the possible consequences that could come from it, it was worth it to save her brother.

“REMMICK!!!! REMMICK!!!! REMMICK PLEASE HELP!!!! REMMICK PLEASE, PLEASE I NEED YOU! PLEASE HELP ME, PLEASE!!!!!” Maeve screamed as loud as her voice would allow, her throat feeling like she swallowed glass from how hard she screamed his name, “REMMICK PLEASE!!!!” She began rocking back and forth with Liam in her arms, howling her cries into his hair as she hoped and prayed the man she loved would answer her cries.

So when she felt the air change around them and heard the sound of feet landing nearby, she swore she saw the face of god in him as he approached.

“What the hell happened?!” Remmick asked, staring at the scene in shock all while a little bit of drool began to pool in his mouth at the sight of all that blood.

“Turn him, turn him NOW!” Maeve shouted, “Remmick you have to make him a vampire, I don’t care if you don’t want to, I’m demanding that you make him a vampire!” Her voice was hoarse from screaming and she refused to stop rocking as she held her dying brother.

“Maeve, do you know what you’re asking?” Remmick replied and Maeve looked up at him with sheer rage and terror in her eyes that he’d never seen before.

“Turn him and I’ll let you meet Dawn. You save my brother right now and I’ll let you meet her. She’s yours if you save him.” She spat, not even hesitating for one moment. Remmick didn’t hesitate either, the thought of finally meeting his daughter as well as making Maeve happy all in one fell swoop was too much for him to refuse. He knelt down beside Liam’s fading form and bit down hard into his wrist, drinking whatever blood was left and injecting him with his venom. Maeve was sobbing her heart out the entire time, clinging to Liam as she waited for Remmick to finish.

Remmick felt like he’d just been hit by a car. Not only had the woman he was obsessed with finally call him back to her after six long months, but now she was finally allowing him to meet his daughter. After two and a half long years, Remmick was going to see his daughter in person. He was finally going to hold her and feel her heartbeat and all it took in exchange was for him to save Liam’s life.

“It’s gonna be ok, Lamby… it’s gonna be ok… I’m right here, I promise, I’m not gonna leave you…I’m right here…” Maeve watched Remmick pull back, his mouth covered with her brother’s blood as the expression on his face was one of compassion as well as horror. He began seeing Liam’s memories as his venom worked its magic. All the years of the abuse by his father, not just to him but to all of his siblings, all the self torment and self hatred Liam suffered through in silence, Remmick saw it all.

And so did everyone else in the coven as the massive gunshot wound on Liam’s chest slowly began to heal and his eyes began to flicker open.

“Lamby…. Lamby it’s ok… it’s ok now, I’m right here…” Maeve was hysterical as Liam came back to himself, having pulled him even closer all while Remmick could do nothing but stare.

“Maeve?” Liam’s voice was almost as rough as hers, his blood soaked hand reaching up to try and touch her face when he was slammed by thousands of memories all at once. None of them were his own, voices and faces and flashes of pain and pleasure both gripped at his soul. He began to writhe in Maeve’s lap, seizing and screaming as he gripped at his head.

“What’s wrong with him?! What did you do?!” Maeve screeched at Remmick, who winced and shook his head.

“He’s processing all of the memories of the coven. We’re a collective consciousness, everyone knows everything. Sometimes this can happen to those who are easily overwhelmed at first. He’ll be ok in a minute or two.” Remmick explained, his Irish accent having returned from the sheer chaos of the whole situation. He himself was still processing everything he learned about Liam, and about Maeve by proxy. But he couldn’t stop himself from turning back to look at Maeve’s cottage, knowing his daughter was inside and he was going to get to meet her soon.

“Breathe Liam, I’m right here. It’s gonna be alright.” Maeve kept trying to soothe him but he only started panicking harder. When he saw the giant gaping wound in his chest slowly healing, the memories of the rest of the coven barely even crossed his mind anymore.

“What have you done to me?! WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?!” Liam screeched, trembling when he realized his mouth was suddenly much more full than it had been before. With a shaky hand, he reached up to feel his teeth, jolting in horror when he felt the sharp fangs where his teeth used to be.

“Liam! Liam please, I asked him to do it! You were going to die if I didn’t!” Maeve protested but Liam’s screams of horror and agony only got louder.

Little did he know that his horror was affecting someone else as well…

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Mara hummed to herself as she was putting a book back on the old weathered shelf in the coven's crypt, one that she had just finished reading, one she had in fact read before but this time around she didn’t like it all too much. She thought it to be bland, tasteless and had terribly poor pacing which was odd. She normally liked reading this particular book but lately nothing quite satisfied her. All she wanted was to see Liam again. Ever since that day he tended to her wounds all she wanted was to form a connection but it was difficult.

She was a stranger, she didn’t know him anymore than he knew her. It was as if there was an invisible wall separating the two of them, a threshold she could not cross and she hated it.

Mara would continue to visit him nightly, hiding in the tall grass or in the shadows of the tree line at the edge of the farm and out of his sight, watching him as he worked. It became routine for her. She adored the way he moved, the way his heart thrummed harder and his pulse quicked any time he did anything strenuous. She had also grown quite fond of the way the night breeze would carry his scent of whiskey and natural earth to her nose. To her, he was perfect. Not only was he physically addicted but the tone of his voice and the gentle nature of his soul haunted her since that day in the barn. The fact that she refused to get closer pained her but the idea of him feeling any ounce of disgust for her because of what she was, made her sick to her stomach. If she had to watch him from a distance for the rest of her life she would do so happily if that meant he didn’t hate her.

She let her fingers linger on the book of the spine, brushing the pads against the worn leather as she pondered the idea of going back to visit Liam tonight. She had opted not to as the last time she did he had gotten all too close to spotting her in the grass as she had stupidly stepped on a twig — desperately trying to get closer — which had startled him. Mara went to let out a soft sigh in annoyance but her breath got caught in her throat as a feeling of cold washed over her. It was the type of cold that burrowed deep, hollowing the body out, making itself a home. She gripped at her chest as her breath quickened and her head began to spin.

That’s when the first memory hit. She didn’t recognize it as her own and she did not recognize the people around her. This was something new, something foreign. She felt a piercing pain behind her eyes, burning as flashes of memories hit her like heat lightning. Blood. A lot of blood. A bottle of whiskey being thrown, glass embedded into skin. She grabbed at her arm as the phantom feeling of glass tearing at her flesh radiated up her arm. Crying, screaming. The sounds of foreign voices invaded her mind as well, echoing around her, taunting her. As more memories flooded into her she recognized a peculiar voice. Although this time it was not gentle and kind but loud and filled with a mix of anger and fear. Liam.

Mara had fallen to her knees as Liam’s memories hit her like whiplash. It was becoming all too much for her to bear. A whorehouse, a man yelling, unwanted touch, crying. Mara began clawing at her body, her skin no longer feeling like her own. A hand raised, a cracking sound echoing, the feeling of pain burning bruises into skin. His memory began to split like a broken mirror as her memories of her father began to seep through the cracks. Their memories starting to reflect each other.

At this point Mara was writhing around in pain on the floor. The memories pulling her underwater like a riptide, suffocating her, drowning any tether she had to her current reality. A bear trap, bones crunching, flesh tearing. She let out a fowl scream, her vocal cords burning as she grabbed her hand in pain. Maeve, protection, another hand from his father slamming into him.

Mara sobbed as she saw Liam’s entire life burn into her own mind. She saw every corner of his mind, every time his father laid a hand on him, every time he stood up to his father for his siblings only to be punished for such an act., She heard every word that fell from his lips. The memories flashed by quicker now, speeding up as they became closer to current time. Maeve, Declan, John. A baby… Dawn her name was Dawn. She saw flashes of the sun, the animals he took care of and was quite fond of. Remmick.

She saw Remmick. Liam knew of Remmick…

Confusion began to mix with the agony as Mara thrashed around on the ground, trying to control herself, trying to bring herself back to reality.

She saw her own flesh now and his hands that worked quickly and delicately.

The memories began to slow, trickling like a broken tap that had a constant drip. Three men, a gun, a bang, pain, Maeve, Remmick. Quiet.

His entire soul was now burrowed into her own. The sheer impact of feeling everything about the man she grew so very fond of split her open, ruining her from the inside and out. Her body and mind could not cope with the weight of seeing everything from his first to last breath.

Last breath… Liam had taken his last breath. Like a crack of thunder and the speed of lightning Mara sat straight up, still absently gripping at her body. There was only one way that she could have seen his memories like this. He was turned. And he was turned by Remmick.

Mara’s fingers — that now bared sharp claws — began to twitch as the feeling of ire slowly began seeping into her body, melding with the previous emotions of confusion and despair. Flashes of Remmick biting into Liam’s delicate skin looped in her mind as she shakily stood up, drool now dripping from her mouth; her mouth that felt slightly fuller as her fangs set in.

A few of the coven members took notice of Mara’s fluctuating emotional state. They circled around her — careful not to get too close — mouths hung slightly open as they watched in bewilderment. They too had received Liam’s memories through their shared mental connection but to them it felt like a newfound realization that was quickly processed. One of the coven members — a slightly older man with tuft brown hair and a larger build — stepped toward Mara, hand outstretched to offer her help.

“Mara? What’s wrong?”

It happened quickly, barely noticeable, barely any time to react, like a flash of lightning seen from peripheral vision. Mara grabbed the man's wrist, claws tearing into his skin as she pulled him down to his knees. She brought her knee up to his face, bones striking against each other with a sickening crack. The man howled in pain as Mara tossed him aside like a rag doll before darting towards the worn stone steps that lead out of the crypt. She paused for a moment before ascending, turning back toward the coven.

“If any of you follow me, I will kill you permanently.”

Mara ran through the woods, as quickly as her feet could carry her. The wind whistling in her ears was deafening as she darted through the darkness, stray branches and thorns catching at her dress, tearing at the fabric, cutting her skin and leaving behind thin trails of blood. At any other given moment she would take her time making her way to the farm, being careful to not get caught in the underbrush but this moment was different. In this moment all she felt was the overbearing desire to get to Remmick, to rip him apart the way he ripped Liam’s life from him. With every heavy footfall that fell upon forest ground, rage pulsed through her, driving her closer to the farm. She could already taste it in her mouth, the blood, Liam’s blood and now soon to be Remmick’s.

The Fogarty's farm was dark. Not only due to the shadows cast by the surrounding trees and the weak moonlight that struggled to break through but because of the sickening energy that shrouded it. The smell of blood that painted the scene was strong, intoxicating, and addicting. Remmick stood over Liam, wiping his blood stained lips in a futile attempt to clean himself up. The blood now smeared across his cheek like an abhorrent crimson painting. He watched Maeve closely, eyes narrowed as a mix of relief and guilt began to swirl in his chest, coursing through his body like a false pulse. He had gotten what he wanted, what he desired for the last two years, what he begged and pleaded for outside Maeve’s door till his throat became raw and Dawn was the only word that his tongue could form. However, in the back of his mind, he thought of Mara. Mara and her pleading eyes. Mara, the girl who rarely had anything nice to say to him, Mara. How her tone was always laced with aggression. Mara. How her walls were so high, he couldn’t see where they stopped. Mara, who then stood before him and in the softest voice, nearly cracking, body shaking, hand gripping his own. Mara who had begged him.

Please, Don’t lay a hand on Liam.

He knew how fond Mara was over Maeve’s brother. How she would follow behind him every night he left to see Maeve. She thought she was subtle, staying in the shadows, not making a sound, but he always knew she was not far behind. He could feel the ache in her chest, the longing, the desire that radiated from her. He wasn’t sure why Mara had such an affinity for Liam as she had never spoken a word to him before and didn’t have much of a desire for anything but herself. He seldom cared for Liam. It was Dawn he was always after but nevertheless he promised Mara he wouldn’t lay a hand on Liam. He held her hands tightly, the promise burning into their skin like a brand. An unbreakable bond.

Now here he was, covered in Liam’s blood, watching as he lay trembling in Maeve’s arms, her tears dripping down his face, soaking his skin in sorrow as her sobs drowned out any other noise nearby. He stood there watching them both as he wrestled with the emotions of triumph and shame. The inner turmoil that shackled him in his place, unable to speak or move, unaware of anything else around him. Perhaps that was the reason why he didn’t hear the footsteps that were rapidly closing in on him, the smell of dogwood flowers despite there being none on the property, the sound of a tortured growl ripping from a woman's throat.

“GET AWAY FROM HIM!” The scream tore through the thickness of the night air, slicing through the tension as if it was made of silk. Before Remmick had any time to react he felt his entire world shift, pain now in his shoulders as foreign hands gripped him tightly, nails piercing his skin. The sky suddenly seemed to be farther away, the stars blurring in motion as his body plummeted to the ground with a heavy thud. The impact shocked his system, freezing him in place. He struggled for a moment, vision blurring, pain radiating across his body but the feeling of something warm and wet dripping on his face in a quick rhythm brought him back to reality.

Mara straddled Remmick, drool dripping from her mouth onto his skin. Her eyes were wide and wild, the redness of them glistening with tears. She looked like a feral animal who had been starved for far too long. She held onto his shoulders still, nails embedding deeply into his muscles as she lifted him slightly off the ground towards her.

“Promise….” She muttered as she looked deeply in his eyes, her unfocused gaze piercing through his trapped soul. “YOU PROMISED!” Mara shouted, her voice heavy and raw, and slammed him back down into the earth, cracking the ground open from the force of impact.

In quick motion she raised her arm to the sky, the glint of moonlight catching on her claws before she struck down, slicing Remmick across his chest. The howl of pain that tore from his throat as her nails tore through him only drove her more wild as she thought of how much pain Remmick had caused Liam. Three deep gashes now decorated his skin under the torn fabric of his shirt. The soft blue now turned deep red as blood gushed from the wounds. Remmick struggled to coordinate himself, the pain causing his body to shake. He went to reach for Mara, desperately trying to get her to calm down but it was futile. She quickly grabbed his wrist, gripping it with such force before twisting, snapping it with ease, sending shocks of pain radiating up Remmick’s arm as she pinned him back to the ground, pushing his wrist into the cracked dirt, wanting to cause him as much pain as possible, wanting to punish him for what he had just done.

“YOU PROMISED!” She screamed once more, her voice echoing in Remmick’s ears with torturous effect. She shifted, pressing her knee down on his wrist now so she had both hands free to continue her bloodlust fueled assault. She struck at him with the speed of a viper and the strength of a raging storm, lacerating any skin she could get to, shredding him to ribbons, nails slicing deeply right through muscle, feeling resistance as she reached bone.With every unrelenting blow blood sprayed from the wound, painting her face in crimson dots that formed blood red constellations across her paled skin. If Mara had a heart that beat, it would be hammering out of her chest by now as primal rage dictated her every move. Liam’s memories played in a torturous loop as she took everything she had out on Remmick, “YOU PROMISED YOU WOULDN’T TOUCH HIM!” Her voice cracked as she screamed, the feeling of broken glass shredding her throat as she cried out in agony.

Mara faltered for a moment, her mind now flooded with her own memories of Liam. His smile, his kind eyes, The way the moonlight glinted across the sweat of his sunkissed skin, the melodic hum of his heartbeat, the sweet reverberations of his voice. The soft sound of his breath. The static of his life that shocked her still heart, making it want to beat again. Tears slid down her bloodstained cheeks from the knowledge that the man she lived vicariously through, the one thing that made her feel human again, was now cursed to walk in the same shadows that she was forced into.

That single pause gave Remmick just enough time to fight back, using all of his strength to kick her in the stomach and force her off him.

“Mara that’s enough!” He shouted, accessing the collective consciousness to force Mara to stop. He growled deep in his chest as he reset the bones of his wrist, his healing already working its magic, “Listen to me, I had to do it. He would’ve died if I didn’t. I had no choice, Mara.” His voice only seemed to make Mara angrier, her eyes flicking back and forth between Remmick and Liam’s bloody form in Maeve’s arms.

Liam was completely blinded by his own tears and suffocated by his senses, but he could still hear the cries of the woman who attacked Remmick. He looked up at her while he tried his best to come back to himself, only really able to catch a glimpse of her pitch black hair and her fierce dark eyes that glowed blue like the moonlight. He panted despite no longer needing to breathe, and the only thing that crossed his mind at the sight of this woman was Why?

“He was shot point blank. Had she not called for me, he would’ve been dead and you would’ve never seen him again, Mara.” Remmick continued, staring at her with a serious yet heartbroken expression.

“That would’ve been better than forcing him to live like this.” She snarled back, all while Liam kept staring at her through his tears. He’d never see this woman before and yet she acted like she knew him. This strange, hypnotically beautiful woman had tried to maul Remmick to death for what he’d done, an act of violence no one other than his family had ever done for him. It was like the world had slowed only for a moment, that despite all the chaos of the past 15 minutes, this woman’s mere presence was enough to calm him down.

Unfortunately, reality was practically slammed back into focus by the loud sound of a shotgun going off. Coming up behind Maeve and Liam were John and Declan, and John had just fired a heavy buckshot round into Remmick’s chest. Remmick was thrown backwards from the force of the shot, landing firmly on the ground with a loud pained grunt.

“Get the fuck away from my family, you MONSTERS!” John nearly screamed through gritted teeth, aiming his still smoking gun at Remmick’s squirming form. Declan said nothing, but the sound of the thick heavy chain he’d wrapped around his hands clanking against the barbed wire he’d intertwined with it made it clear he was ready for a fight.

Mara looked back and forth between Remmick, John, Declan, and Liam, her heart aching for the latter as she stood there frozen. John cocked his gun once more just as Declan began storming towards Mara. His thunderous steps forced Mara to move, cutting her eyes to Remmick in a fury filled glare before taking off running. Her last thoughts as she fled the farm were of Liam. Now that he was one of them, now that she could feel every ounce of his pain and suffering, it somehow only made her care for him even more. Declan gave chase shortly after, running on pure rage and adrenaline as he wanted to tear apart anyone involved in hurting his brother.

“DECLAN ENOUGH!” Maeve yelled after him, still clinging to the panicking Liam as her gaze then fell to Remmick on the ground. He was hissing in pain as John had just shot him, but he was healing.

“You’re welcome for saving your brother, by the way.” He growled, slowly getting to his feet and brushing himself off.

“What the hell, why are you Irish?” John asked, his shotgun still pointed at the man. Remmick groaned in annoyance, realizing he had been speaking with his natural voice this entire time.

“Look, that don’t matter now ok?” He said, switching back to the mask that was his southern twang, “All that matter is your brother is alive. He’s gonna need to feed soon as well, if he doesn’t drink blood soon the transformation won’t stick.”

“No…. No no no no, I’m not feeding off anybody. I’m not killing anyone and I ain’t turning anybody either!” Liam sobbed, shaking his head as if he was trying to wake up from a nightmare.

“Don’t worry, you can feed off animals and you can only make other vampires when you have the intention to do so. It has to be an intentional act on your part.” Remmick explained, staring at Maeve as his mind kept swirling with Liam’s memories of her. He saw her birth and how she killed her mother on the way out, he saw her grow up and only just barely survive her father’s abuse. He saw all of it through Liam’s eyes and it made so much more sense to him now as to why she’d been acting the way she did around him. Their grandparents' stories of the fantastical creatures lurking in the woods were the only things she had to hold onto. Those stories brought her joy when her father was determined to beat every ounce of joy out of her as well as her siblings. She and her family were very similar to Mara in that aspect, which was probably part of why he hung around them in the first place. But out of all Liam’s memories, the ones that stuck out to him the most were of Dawn.

Dawn was so well loved by her family it almost made Remmick cry. The way they all took care of her as a collective, making her feel accepted and happy despite her vampiric differences, it made the gunshot wound in his chest feel like a mosquito bite. However, despite all the memories he had of Dawn, he didn’t want to look at the ones with her face. He didn’t want the first time he saw his daughter to be through someone else’s eyes. He wanted to wait until he saw her in person, and then he’d burn that memory into his mind forever.

“Deck, go get one of the chickens, Liam needs to eat.” John said, finally lowering his shotgun but Liam continued shaking his head.

“NO!” Liam cried out, reaching over and snatching John’s gun now that it was within range of his grasp. Unfortunately he was now too fast for anyone to stop him as he promptly turned the gun around, put it in his mouth, and pulled the trigger. Maeve, John, and Declan screamed, trying to stop him, only to be splattered with more of his blood as he fell backwards.

“Shit….” Remmick muttered, barely having flinched in reaction to Liam’s attempt, sighing heavily and looking at the ground, “Somebody needs to go get him an animal or blood or somethin cuz he’s gonna be back up again here in a second.” He explained and all three of the siblings looked at him horrified.

“What do you mean he’s gonna get back up?! My brother’s head is a fucking CRUSHED WATERMELON NOW!” John screamed at Remmick, only to jump in surprise when he felt Liam’s hand grabbing at his ankle only moments later. Maeve hadn’t stopped sobbing once this entire time but she took this moment to smack Declan on the shoulder and point to the chicken coop, hoping he understood what she meant. Luckily he was the smart one and nodded, bolting to the coop to grab a few birds as Liam slowly woke back up. He tried to say something, tried to get some words out, but since he was such a newly turned vampire his healing wasn’t very good just yet and his mouth was destroyed. Crushed watermelon was a pretty decent description of his head, all while Liam was crying his eyes out on the ground.

Declan promptly returned with the chickens, standing over his brother with tears in his eyes as he looked at Remmick desperately.

“What… what do I do? His mouth is gone!” His voice was broken just as much as his soul was but Remmick understood. He grabbed one of the chickens and sliced their throat with his claw, holding the bleeding corpse over Liam’s blown apart mouth. At first he tried to fight it, tried to roll away from the blood, but the second he swallowed it down, it was like nothing he’d ever tasted before. It was like chocolate and sweet meats and all his favorite flavors all at once. He reacted almost immediately, sitting up and reaching for the chicken to continue drinking the delicious nectar coming from it. The more he drank, the more his wounds closed up as well. His chest wound was almost completely gone and his face began to slowly rebuild itself, his skin and bones reforming with every gulp of the blood. He nearly ripped the second chicken from Declan’s arms and tore into its throat himself, growling and moaning with pleasure from the taste of it.

By the time he finished the second chicken, he was almost completely back to normal, his mouth only slightly disfigured once he was done.

“I hope you learned your lesson about not doing that.” Remmick commented, “The older you get, the better you’ll heal, but as a newborn, your healing is shit. Don’t worry, you’ll learn in time how being one of us works.” His voice was oddly calming to Liam’s ears but his mind was still spiraling. Not only had he been shot in the chest by loan sharks, not only had he died, not only had he been made a vampire and brought back against his wishes, but now he couldn’t even kill himself no matter how much he wanted to.

“I don’t belong to you, you know.” Liam hissed as his mouth continued to heal, “I may have every other moron’s memories in my head but that doesn’t mean I’m your slave or anything. And I’m not coming back with you to that fuck ass coven, I’m staying right here with my family.” He finally managed to get to his feet, picking up his cowboy hat that had fallen off when he first hit the ground.

“Suit yourself, but when you start wanting to eat your own brothers, gimme a holler. Trust me, when you’re first turned, the hunger will eat you alive.” Remmick replied and Liam nodded, turning to his brothers who embraced him hard. Declan and John were both crying hard, nuzzling close to Liam as much as they could.

“We thought we lost you man… never fucking take my gun again, ok? I’m gonna be having nightmares for weeks now having to see that!” John snarled before smacking Liam hard upside the head, “Don’t you EVER TRY THAT SHIT AGAIN, YOU HEAR ME?!” John shouted and Declan seconded him, only for Liam to continue crying as well, nodding feverishly as they led him back to the house.

That just left Maeve and Remmick standing alone in the middle of the field.

“Thank you….” Maeve whispered as she began to calm down, and Remmick turned to look at her, “Thank you… for all of it. For saving him, and for saving me the last time.” Her words were quiet but genuine and he nodded.

“I mean, you called for me. You summoned me and it’d be impolite to ignore you.” He said with a weak laugh, “Plus I…. I don’t think I could ignore you even if I tried.”

“Then where have you been the last six months?”

“Trying my damndest to forget about you.” He admitted, “That’s how I know I can’t ever be rid of you. No matter what I tried, my heart always pulled me back to you.”

Maeve let out a heavy sigh, processing his words for a moment.

“Because your heart is there, isn’t it? Lying in her bed, waiting for me to get back.” Maeve pointed towards the cottage and Remmick felt his breath catch in his throat. She stepped closer to him and sighed again, motioning for him to follow her to the cottage, “Cmon… I made a promise. But we need to change clothes first before you meet her, I’m not letting you hold our baby girl covered in blood.” Remmick nearly had to be pulled to make him start moving, the shock and terror suddenly coursing through his veins made him freeze. Fear wasn’t something he often experienced, but in that very moment that was the only thing he felt. Fear that Dawn would be scared of him, fear that she would reject him when she saw him, fear of anything going wrong with this meeting because he’d been so desperate for it for nearly 3 years. And now that he had it in his grasp, he would rather die than let it slip through his fingers.

When they made it to Maeve’s front porch and she stepped through the door, Remmick swallowed dryly as he was still stuck on the porch. Maeve turned around, confused for a moment, before she remembered what he required.

“Remmick… would you please come inside?” She asked and Remmick felt a 3 year old weight lift off his shoulders. He took a step through her doorway and nearly trembled as he did so, still feeling mildly undeserving of even being in her home.

“Mama?” A soft voice reached Remmick’s ears and it nearly sent him to his knees.

“Dawn sweetie, stay in your room ok? Mommy has to change and take a bath, and then I have someone I want you to meet!” Maeve called, her voice still a little rough from screaming but not so much that it would scare Dawn.

“Okay Mama!” Dawn replied. Remmick was shaking down to his very core, his eyes not leaving the door because he knew behind it was his daughter, just waiting for her mama to come back.

“Cmon, we need to get cleaned up.” Maeve pulled Remmick by the arm towards the master bathroom, the man nearby stumbling as he moved. Her bathroom was beautiful and well maintained despite the small size of the cottage itself. Remmick wanted to look around at everything, but he was still like a deer in headlights as all he could hear was the sound of Dawn’s heartbeat in the other room.

“Hey! Remmick!” Maeve clapped her hands in front of his face to get him to focus, startling him out of the spiral he’d been in, “Take your shirt off. I gotta get the blood off you, plus your shirt’s all torn to shit anyway from Mara and the gunshot.” She said and he nodded silently, unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it aside. Maeve paused at the sight of him sitting on the side of her bathtub. For once he actually looked human. This wasn’t a monster made real, pretending to be a facsimile of a human. This was a genuine flesh and blood man sitting in front of her and Maeve wasn’t sure how to process that.

Once Maeve started the water, that was when Remmick finally came back to himself. He’d been so focused on trying to appear as normal as possible that he nearly forgot where he was in the process. He looked over at the beautiful woman beside him, only THEN noticing that she had stripped her dress off and was sitting on the edge of the tub in only her bra and slip. The last time Remmick saw Maeve fully naked was the night they made Dawn, and he had that memory etched into his mind. Now that he was seeing her naked after almost three years, he could see all the changes that time had on her. In particular, he focused on the stretch marks on the tops of her breasts that peeked out of her bra and the ones on her stomach and hips. The skin of her stomach was also mildly wrinkled and loose from when she had carried Dawn.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” Maeve spat, noticing the way Remmick had been examining her as she warmed up the water.

“I wish I had been here when you were pregnant with Dawn.” He said simply, “Your body… it’s so beautiful.” Maeve immediately snorted a laugh and shook her head.

“Yeah sure, I think my stomach and thighs say otherwise.” She huffed, stilling when Remmick reached over and ran his fingers along some of the stretch marks on her side.

“One of the things I miss about being human is the fact that you change. Your bodies and your minds physically change from certain things. Your body was permanently changed from carrying our child, and somehow that has made you even more beautiful. You fought to bring her into this world and you were left with scars. And if that’s not the mark of a true fighter, I don’t know what is.” He said. Maeve blinked and tried to stay calm, tried her best to keep her composure but felt it begin to crack.

“Your sharp tongue is how you manage to weasel your way in everywhere, huh?” She laughed, trying to play off his comment as she began to clean the blood off him. She wiped away not just the blood, but all the dirt and sweat and everything else that had accumulated on his skin for god knows how long. As she cleaned him, she realized that he had freckles. She hadn’t noticed them when they first met, she hadn’t even THOUGHT to look at him up close since then as she’d been spending most of the time trying to avoid him. But now that they were both sitting almost naked in her bathroom, now that they were cleaning each other and laying everything bare, Maeve could truly see the man behind the mask.

“Huh…” She mused as she cleaned.

“What?” Remmick cocked his head with a smile.

“Nothing just… Dawn has your eyes. And your freckles. Now that I’m getting an actual good look at you, Dawn is practically your twin.” She chuckled and shook her head, rinsing off the washcloth and the bath water slowly began to turn pink.

“What’s…” He paused for a moment, looking at the ground, “What's she like? I can see her memories on occasion but it’s only in flashes, and always from her perspective.” His voice was extremely soft and almost begging, his trembling returning as anxiety began to whip up his spine.

“Remmick she’s perfect.” Maeve said firmly, her words making him meet her eyes again, “She’s so beautiful…. She’s incredibly intelligent, she’s picking up on English faster than I can teach it to her. She runs faster than I can catch her most of the time, so I’ve started keeping her on a rope line when we walk around the farm so she doesn’t run off. The cows are by far her favorite animal, but she’s also partial to the sheep.” Maeve hummed and laughed, “She uh…. She also takes after your darker side too. She’s definitely a night owl, always wanting to stay up past her bedtime. I’ve caught her feeding on the chickens and the injured animals before. The only human blood she’s consumed was mine when she was first born, but it’s clear she still craves it even though human food is also needed. And I swear whenever she looks at me, it’s like she can read my mind, sense my emotions. It’s very unsettling to say the least, but I love her regardless.” Remmick couldn’t help but smile at the thought of Dawn’s antics. She was already so much like him and he still couldn’t believe his luck.

“Where’d you get this?” Maeve asked, tangling her fingers in the gold chain that hung around his neck, “You never take it off.” Remmick sat there for a moment, relishing in the way that she was touching him.

“It uh… it’s the last thing I have from when I was human. I won it off someone in a game. I had planned on selling it, but the Christian’s stormed my home and I became what I am before I was able to. It’s the only thing I have left to remind me of my humanity.” He partially lied. He shivered slightly when she ran the washcloth down his chest, cleaning him up so carefully he didn’t even know how to react, “Do you mind if I clean you now too?” He asked, trying to change the subject as quickly as possible. Maeve looked up at him with a raised eyebrow but nodded at his request.

She grabbed a clean washcloth from the closet and handed it to him. He scooted closer onto her as he began rubbing the warm wet cloth against her skin. The entire time he was fighting the urge to bite into her, to rip her throat out and feast on that delicious red life force that pulsed in her veins. Remmick had 1300 years of experience controlling his urges, but all that control flew out the window when it came to Maeve. When he had first seen her nearly 3 years prior, he knew he wanted her. He had originally planned on making her a vampire, but when he tasted her blood for the first time, he realized she actually had something to live for. He knew he couldn’t take the light from her eyes, so he let her go.

The more he wiped the blood from her skin, the more entranced by her he became, and he wanted nothing more than to just bathe in her beauty for the rest of eternity. He must’ve been showing his vulnerability on his face because the next thing he knew, Maeve’s soft hand was on his cheek. He gasped at her sudden touch, his entire body stiffening only for a moment before he completely melted into her hand. He let out a heavy sigh and pressed his face into her palm, rubbing against her like a cat. His eyebrows knitted together as his free hand reached up to grasp the hand on his face. The whimper that tore itself from his throat almost startled him, but at that point he didn’t even care.

“When was the last time someone touched you with any form of kindness?” Maeve asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Remmick’s eyes flicked up to hers, only for a moment.

“I could ask you the same thing.” He replied, “I saw what your father did to you…. Through Liam’s memories….” She started to pull away, like an animal caught in a trap, but Remmick shook his head and held on, “You didn’t deserve any of that… or any of this either.” He subtly gestured to himself. Maeve sighed and shook her head.

“Oh? Is that an apology I hear?” She said sarcastically, “And no I didn’t. I appreciate the apology, but I’m not sure if I can forgive you for what you’ve done. Not just to me, but to the people at that Club Juke that you killed, or god knows how many others you’ve killed.” She said with a trembling voice, staring at him unsure if he was about to rip her arm off or kiss her stupid. Remmick nodded, turning to kiss her palm with his eyes closed. Maeve watched him closely for a moment before sighing softly to herself, pulling her hand away and draining the tub, “Cmon, I have some of my brothers’ old clothes that would fit you.” She stood from the side of the tub and headed back to her room with Remmick following behind. He hadn’t been in her room before, as they’d only had sex in the living room and on the porch, so getting to be in such an intimate space of hers had him looking around.

“I would’ve never thought you had such an affinity for wolves.” Remmick commented as he noticed all the wolf statues and paintings around the room.

“I learned that in order to survive in this world, sometimes you have to be a wolf to do so. And I just think they’re cute.” She replied, digging through her closet for a clean dress and a nice shirt for Remmick. He kept wandering around the space, noticing all the odd things like how she didn’t really have a laundry hamper and just threw her dirty clothes in a pile on the floor. Or how her books were organized by the color of the spine rather than the title or author’s name. Her desk was a mess, papers strewn all over the table with multiple different colored pens scattered over them.

There was also a collection of children’s drawings taped to the wall above her desk. Most of them appeared to be from her students, as they were addressed to “Miss Fogarty”, but there was one in the middle that struck him. It wasn’t very identifiable, it was just a mess of crayon scribbles, but given the fact that it was in the center of the drawings on the best quality paper, Remmick knew it was Dawn that drew it.

“I love that you keep these.” He said, pointing to the drawings as Maeve pulled on a gentle white floral dress.

“Until I had Dawn, I always assumed I’d never have kids, so my students were my only children. Their drawings and gifts are precious to me. I try to keep whatever I can.” She explained, tossing him a shirt and an undershirt.

“I understand that… keeping what’s precious to you.” He cut his eyes to Maeve as he spoke, wishing she would understand but he didn’t want to force her. Maeve felt a shiver run down her spine from his gaze, a flush of arousal suddenly overtaking her but she pushed it to the side for the moment, smiling softly when he was fully dressed once more.

“You ready to meet her?” She asked and he nodded.

“Yes…. Yes more than anything.” He trembled then, fear beginning to overtake him once again but it was soothed slightly when Maeve took his hand and led him down the hallway.

“Dawn sweetie? I have someone I want you to meet…” Maeve knocked on her daughter’s door and opened it, stepping inside but Remmick couldn’t move. He was so terrified of what lay inside that room that he was frozen to the spot. The sheer look of terror in his eyes made Maeve’s heart break all over again, reaching out to him and lightly brushing her thumb over his cheek.

“It’s ok. It’s just a little girl, there’s nothing to be scared of.” She teased, pulling him with her into Dawn’s bedroom. The room itself was beautiful, covered in frills and flowers with lace detailing on the curtains. Remmick took two steps inside before his eyes fell to the girl in the bed. He was so anxious he swore he was going to vomit, but the look on her face when she saw him made everything fade away.

She was so beautiful, so unnaturally innocent and perfect in Remmick’s eyes that he couldn’t believe he helped make her. Her big blue eyes matched his own and her curly dark brown hair framed her face like a chocolate halo. He felt bloody tears brimming in his eyes when she smiled at him, his entire body shaking with emotion as he smiled back at her.

“Dawn, this is Remmick, he’s-“

“Daddy?”

[manyimaginativemuses]

my friend gave me an idea okay

[manyimaginativemuses]

papa remmick headcanons pleaseee 🥸🥺

ᴘᴀᴘᴀ!ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ ʜᴀɴᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ

ᴀ/ɴ: these have been floating around in my head since i saw the movie so it'd be an understatement to say just how excited i am to share them! for simplicity's sake i only wrote about one daughter but let's be real remmick would have like 4. i genuinely have so many more ideas than this so if i get a lot of traction i'm def doing like 5 parts. tried to go in a chronological-ish order! if imagining hot fictional characters as fathers is my favorite pasttime does that make me crazy? i don't do taglists personally, so just follow me if you want to be updated when i post c:

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: none, enjoy the cutest vampire mass murderer as the most devoted father in the world! i even made the setting and time period very vague because i absolutely refuse to terrorize this adorable family.

first and foremost, ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ could only be a girl dad. it is physically, spiritually, and cosmically impossible for this man to have sons. don't argue with me, argue with the universe.

from the start, ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ was incredibly attentive. if his baby girl so much as shifted lightly in her crib, he was already standing over her before you could even stir.

ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ insisted on skin-to-skin contact at every opportunity. didn't care if he had to stay still for HOURS. and he would too.

“she’s settlin’ her heart,” he'd whisper, “and mine’s the drum she’s gonna know first.”

ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ took her babbling dead seriously. would fold his arms, listen with furrowed brows, and nod as if absorbing the meaning of life.

talked to her constantly. about everything. you'd catch ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ engaging in full-on conversations with an infant.

“this right here’s nutmeg. we don’t touch that, ‘cause it’s strong. like your mama. now this is thyme. it teaches ya patience.” (he was very proud of that joke)

best believe ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ is singing to her if she won't go to sleep. real songs, not lullabies. low and soft. a little off key. a little too slow. and always with her name in the chorus.

if she trips over air, ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ's already crouched beside her like a medic on a battlefield.

“where’s it hurt, baby? show me. papa’s got you.”

ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ let her paint his nails. once. now it’s every saturday. sits there dead serious with one hand outstretched and the other holding a towel so she doesn’t drip.

says “gentle, baby” every time she pets a flower, every time she touches your face, every time she hugs his neck. because that’s how ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ taught her. love is gentle.

ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ never hid his vampiric features at home. she adores them. pokes at his fangs, tugs at his claws, stares into his eyes with not even a hint of fear. because there's no need to.

if she calls for ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ in the night, even once, he’s at her side with a glass of water, a fresh blanket, and at least four “ya okay, sugar?” before he even sits down.

when she gets sick, ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ holds her all night with one hand pressed to her forehead and the other on her back like he can make her feel better just by staying still enough.

do not ever ask ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ to discipline his daughter. ten minutes later, you'll find the two of them on the porch swing sharing a pint of ice cream and laughing like nothing happened.

“i talked to her,” he’d say, mouth full of rocky road (🤭). “we came to an understandin’.” they did not.

ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ is a constant bragger. constant. mentions her name in every single conversation, so avoid casually talking to him at all costs.

“my baby just got straight a’s. first grade, top of her class. can ya believe that?”

does not play when it comes to styling her hair. to learn, ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ sat on a little wooden stool for an entire afternoon under the careful eye of mama, focused like it was life of death. now he does them every sunday morning, and always ends with three sweet kisses.

“prettiest girl in the world. prettiest head of curls, too.”

ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ felt left out of not having a bonnet (literally made this :( face) so he wears one too. unironically loves it.

ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ always needs a picture of his family. first day of school, new dress, vacation, playing in the yard, doesn't matter. wallet’s full of folded photos and his side of the bedroom’s a shrine. framed memories everywhere. his girls, always.

y'all ain't never met a man who throws down in the kitchen more than ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ does. bakes, grills, fries, sautés, and seasons like nobody's business. he's been alive for over a millennium, so half the meals he makes have long been forgotten by the world. and of course he's teaching his baby girl all his skills.

girl ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ runs the pta like it's the navy. absolutely zero tolerance for slackers. despite his authoritarian, almost hivemindlike (🤭) style, every event and fundraiser ends up being a major success

he's never and will never miss a single recital, play, spelling bee, science fair, honor roll ceremony, or any other event involving his baby. ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ will fight his way to the front row if he has to, and records the whole thing with his favorite video camera. every tape is labeled, dated, and stored with care. if the house is too quiet, he'll be watching reruns.

ʀᴇᴍᴍɪᴄᴋ ends every night the same. “ya know who loves ya?” he asks, real low.

and she says, every time, “you do, papa.”

and he answers, “damn right i do.” with his hand over his heart.

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He Ate My Heart - Remmick/OC - Chapter 8

(SPECIAL THANKS TO MY AMAZING FRIEND @hyoscyxmine FOR WRITING MARA’S BIT AT THE END! Mara is her oc I’m including in this fic so I’m so glad she’s helping me out with her writing! Go follow her, she’s so talented!)

Chapter Warnings: Injuries, wound healing, mild stalking

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Since she had been attacked, Maeve hadn’t seen Remmick. It was like he disappeared into the night, like her torment was finally over. She often waited for the sun to set to see if he would show up, but she never did. For months he vanished, and despite Maeve enjoying the silence, his disappearance also tore a hole in her heart that she couldn’t fix.

The odd thing though was that despite Remmick not showing up, someone else had begun to. Maeve would notice, almost every night, a shadowy figure making its way either to the horse stables or to the main farmhouse and just… stand there. It didn’t do anything, it didn’t say anything, it just stood there… watching. Maeve never said anything about it as it didn’t seem to be harming anyone, but she still kept a wary eye on it.

Little did she know it was the one vampire that Remmick had left alive the last time he saw her: Mara.

Mara had been absolutely captivated by the young blonde man she’s seen in the stables that night. She couldn’t understand why, after all this time, some random human with hair like the sun had her so entangled in his grasp without even meaning to. She’d been following him from the shadows, watching him quietly as he worked and as he played, noticing how calm and relaxed he became whenever he was around the animals. Gambling seemed to be his vice though. She watched him have many a poker night with his brothers and other visitors, the only problem was he wasn’t very good at it. Mara often found herself giggling for the first time in decades when she saw him lose and throw his cards down aggressively. But then he’d pay it all back by blessing the room with music. He played the guitar and sang like an angel and Mara grew even more hypnotized.

One evening, however, she’d been so entranced with watching his morning routine that she completely lost track of them. When she eventually figured out what time it was, the sun was already on the rise.

“Shit! Shit shit shit shit SHIT!” Mara muttered under her breath, knowing she wouldn’t have the time to make it back to the coven before the sun rose. So she did the only thing she could think of which was run to the stables, the closest building with no windows, and rush inside. She gripped at her hair nervously, pacing back and forth as the horses started making noises at the sight of this new stranger. She’d been so caught up with trying to avoid the sun that she didn’t realize the horses freaking out had caught the attention of Liam, the object of her obsession.

“What the hell?” He muttered, quickly making his way over to the stables and throwing open the doors. Suddenly the sound of horrific pained screams reached his ears and the sight of a young terrified woman running out of the way of the sunlight made him freeze where he stood. He watched the poor woman run towards the hay bales in the back, nearly diving into them to avoid him. He didn’t get to see much of her before she ran but he did see she was injured, her flesh seemingly peeling off from the bone. He nodded to himself before running back towards the house, leaving the doors to the stables open as he forgot to close them.

“Hey Declan! Where’s the first aid kit again?” Liam called as he rushed back into the house.

“In the cabinet in the bathroom, why? You alright?” Declan called back as he was reorganizing his map collection.

“Yeah I’m ok, Aoife must’ve gotten caught on the hinge of her door again, I keep tellin you we need to fix that fuckin thing!” He shouted back and Declan rolled his eyes.

“If Aoife don’t keep her big fat ass off that hinge, I’m gonna get her made into glue, I swear!” Liam laughed to himself at Declan’s comment before grabbing the first aid kit and heading back out towards the stables.

Mara, meanwhile, was full blown panicking in the hay bale. Her entire body stung like she’d been set on fire, and there was nowhere she could go as he’d left the doors open. She hyperventilated as she desperately tried to figure out what to do, only to freeze once more when she heard someone come back into the barn. She tensed up even more when he slowly approached the hay bale in which she was hiding.

Liam spotted the woman in her hiding spot and took great care not to spook her. He felt his heart breaking as he saw the state of her, her arms and legs covered in blisters and cuts. He couldn’t see her face as it was obscured by both her hair and the hay, but it was clear she was watching him. He knelt down beside her and raised his hands defensively, trying to show her he didn’t mean her any harm. She reminded him of a terrified lamb that he found caught in some barbed wire as a child, and he was just as determined to help her as he was then. He opened up the first aid kit beside him and pulled out the gauze and disinfectant, making sure to go slowly so he didn’t startle her.

“Just gonna clean these up… don’t want it gettin infected.” He clarified, his voice soft and small as he tried to keep her calm. Mara stared at him in disbelief, wondering what the hell he was doing being so kind to her as he took her arm and gently began dabbing it with the disinfectant. She hissed with pain from the sting and Liam winced, “Im sorry… it’s better to get it clean now than let it fester later.” He explained and continued cleaning her up. She watched him like a hawk, trembling as he cleaned all the open burns he could see before wrapping clean gauze over each one. He did this for each limb and every inch of skin that was injured, taking as long as he needed to be satisfied that she wouldn't get an infection. Once he finished, he nodded again, slowly standing back up with his first aid kit in hand.

“You can stay here for the rest of the day, although I’d suggest you leave sooner than later. I’m kinder than my brothers when it comes to strays in the barn, so when you get your strength back, please stay safe ok?” Liam said, “And try not to spook the horses on your way out.” He smiled at her before leaving and closing the stable doors behind him.

Mara hadn’t moved from her spot in the hay bales. Her body still shook from pain as it was slowly mending the burns. Her mind was racing as she tried to digest what had just happened. The man who she had a curious affinity for, the one who she had been stalking for the past few months, the man she had been careful to get too close to, had just tended to her wounds. She couldn’t make sense of it. Why would he do something so kind for someone he didn’t even know? Why would he help her after her own stupidity of staying out too long had caused her this pain. Why hadn’t he asked for anything in return?

Mara shifted slightly, groaning from the pain as she raised her arm up to study it, taking note how the bandages were wrapped intricately around her arm. She thought back to how gentle Liam was, how dextrous his work had been. Although, it was futile. Common human remedies and medicine had no effect on her healing but she refused to remove them, wanting to remember his act of kindness for a bit longer.

Mara fiddled with the edge of one of the bandages, trying to mimic the feeling of his touch as she thought back to what Liam said to her. Please stay safe, ok? The idea of him wanting her to be safe tugged at something in her heart. Something she hadn’t felt before and it was confusing to say the least. Although it was clear Liam had no inkling of who or what Mara was, she still held his words close to her, letting them replay in her head like a sweet melody. The longer she thought about it the more prominent her curiosity became. She wanted to know more about him. She wanted to hear his voice again, yearning to feel his touch again. The feeling of a melancholic ache hummed inside her chest and she knew nothing would be able to satisfy this feeling other than him.

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HE ATE MY HEART MASTERLIST

Hey yall! So I never expected yall to like my silly little Remmick/OC fic this much, so I never really thought about making a chapter masterlist. But since people are enjoying it, here’s a masterlist of all the chapters so far!

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

More to come!

I’m so glad yall like Maeve and her family. If yall have any questions about her or Dawn or any of the brothers, lemme know and don’t hesitate to ask!

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the stupid slut vampire in high quality

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When are all the writers on here gonna realize that Remmick is a touch starved lonely submissive loser? Like that man is dying to be let in and shown some love. I honestly think that he would fall to his knees if he was ever shown any kindness. He simply couldn’t take it. Underneath that scary big bad wolf is a man that hasn’t been shown love or kindness in a millennium and I’m willing to bet that if you caressed his cheek and told him just how pretty he was he’d chub up bc he’s not used to it. I mean he’s been on his own for 1300+ years. I know for a fact that he isn’t this demonic villainous devil that the movie portrayed him to be for the sake of an antagonist . He’s actually a dog with separation anxiety that’s blocking the door and full on whining for you not to leave him flipping on his back and barring his belly at you for a few quick pets hoping to make you forget just why you have to leave home in the first place.

The whole reason I’m posting this is bc I have an addiction to powerful men being nurtured into submission by their significant others… and bc I’m so totally addicted to everything Jack O’Connell . I NEED SUB!REMMICK X DOM FEM READER ASAP. Im GNAWING at the bars of my encloser SEND HELP

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He Ate My Heart - Remmick/OC - Chapter 7

Chapter Warnings: Graphic Violence, graphic smut, hate sex, creampie, threats of SA (they aren’t followed through)

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“I’m sick and tired of Remmick leaving to god knows where every night. We’re a family right? Or atleast we’re supposed to be. We share everything, so why does he get to keep secrets from us?” One of the vampires proclaimed to his small circle of friends.

“Won’t he realize we’re following him from our memories?” Another vampire asked.

“Not if we hide them from him. Plus he’s pretty far away from us right now. It’ll be easy. I wanna see what’s so damn important that he can’t tell us where he goes.” He replied, “We also might just manage to get our hands on a delicious meal at the same time. Now cmon, who’s with me?” He proclaimed, watching many others cheer and stand up with him. Just like every night for the last two years, Remmick had left his coven at sundown to go… somewhere. He refused to tell them where he went but he commanded them all not to follow him. His control over his spawn was much like a puppet master, he could make them do or say anything he wanted, but the further away he went from them, the less control he had over them. His power could only stretch so far, and because he would often travel dozens of miles from where the coven was located, the only way he ensured they wouldn’t do anything stupid was because he left Mara in charge.

Unfortunately, Mara didn’t give a shit most of the time. Sure she was one of the only people Remmick “trusted” but she still had her own agenda most of the time. Which is why when others in the coven began talking about following Remmick to wherever he was going, she only decided to follow them for the boredom of it rather than because she was in charge.

“Do you even know where the hell you’re going?” One of the group whispered angrily as they practically tore through the woods.

“I guess I’m the only one with a functioning nose because I’m tracking his scent, Mr. Impatient!” The leader hissed back, the group continuing to walk with Mara coming up behind them. She was a few paces behind the back of the group, not really wanting to be associated with the rest of them.

Eventually they came to a clearing, the lead vampire smiling as he realized they’d come to a farm with atleast four humans, maybe more, on the property.

“Why is he coming here every night?” One of the followers asked, looking around as the wandered onto the land.

“Maybe it has something to do with that lady he hopped into the dream of a while back. Maybe she cursed him or something.” The leader replied as they continued walking further onto the property. Mara scoffed to herself as she followed, rolling her eyes as she didn’t understand why they were so determined to investigate the situation.

However, when they passed by the horse barn, Mara froze when her eyes fell upon the man inside. There stood a tall, handsome young man, a wide brimmed cowboy hat on his head as he tended to the horses. She blinked multiple times as she watched him, her eyes never leaving his form. She was curious. She’d not been curious in a long time, so long in fact that she barely remembered what it even felt like.

And then he took his hat off and shook his head, running his hand through his beautiful blonde hair. Mara swore she felt her undead heart skip a beat because his hair reminded her of the sun…. A sun she hadn’t seen in ages. She was so captivated by this stranger that she completely ignored the rest of the group as they wandered off. Instead, she approached the barn, making sure to hide in the shadows as she got closer.

“That’s a good girl… I know you don’t like it, but we gotta get it done. You were filthy, lil darlin, we had to getcha clean!” The man’s deep voice almost resonated in Mara’s chest, the kind way he spoke to the animal making her feel warmth for the first time in a long time.

Meanwhile across the property, the leader of this rebel sect caught the scent of human on the wind, the delicious smell overtaking Remmick’s. The small group followed him as he tracked down the source of the smell, spotting a young beautiful woman hanging laundry on a clothesline.

Maeve typically did her laundry during the day, but unfortunately for her she ended up having to go into work because her coworker couldn’t find a substitute for the day. As a result, she gave Dawn to her brothers to babysit for the night so she could take care of her laundry as well as Remmick if he came by. However, as she pinned one of Dawn’s dresses on the line, she froze when she heard footsteps behind her. Turning around, she came face to face with a group of about eight people, all with familiar glowing eyes that she had seen almost every night for two years straight.

“Can I help yall?” Maeve asked, crossing her arms and trying to figure out the best way to get out of this situation.

“I think you just did. I knew you were the reason he kept coming here… the taste of that pussy was just too damn good for him to ignore.” The leader chuckled darkly, “Now we all want a taste.” Maeve stood her ground against these vampires, reaching behind her and grabbing one of her wooden clothespins to use as a stake if necessary.

“Well I’m sorry to say, but this pussy too good for all yall. It’s gonna kill you if you get too close.” She snapped back, taking a few steps backward only for them to follow her.

“Oh don’t worry sweet thing, we can handle that. We’re already dead.”

With a snarl and a growl, the leader launched himself at Maeve, causing her to stab him in the eye with the clothespin. He screeched in pain as she kicked and fought him, screaming loudly as the rest of the group grabbed at her.

Fear gripped her veins as the only thing that crossed her mind was that she wished she could say goodbye to her family.

Suddenly, an animalistic roar echoed from behind her as all the vampires scrambled for their lives. The lead vampire clutched at his eye where the clothespin was buried in it, stumbling over his own feet as he fought to stand up. Maeve was hyperventilating, covered in vampire blood and drool as she frantically began looking over her body for a bite of any kind.

“What are you lot doing here?!” Remmick’s voice shook from the force of his rage, his southern drawl gone and replaced by his original Irish accent.

“We… we just wanted to see where you go every night! We wanted to see what was so special that you couldn’t tell us!” One of the vampires admitted, the group cowering in front of Remmick like kicked dogs, all except for the leader of the group who was staring him down.

“There was a bloody REASON I kept those memories from you.” He snarled.

“Yeah clearly, cuz you’ve been fucking a human. I can smell you on her.” The leader spat, “You talk about community, about us being a family, and then you come here every night for what? A woman who doesn’t give a fuck about you and who would rather see you dead at her feet. You’re a coward, Remmick, too blinded by your own emotions to see what’s going on in front of you-“ The man’s voice suddenly cut off and was replaced by a horrific gurgling sound.

Maeve managed to calm herself down enough to sit upright completely, getting her bearings just as she heard that horrible noise. When her eyes focused in the dark, she gasped softly at the sight of Remmick’s fist having completely punched straight through the man’s chest. In his hand on the other side was his bloody heart, being crushed to just a chunk of meat by Remmick. He yanked his fist back out before grabbing the leader’s head, twisting it completely around and ripping it from his shoulders. Maeve watched in both shock and awe as Remmick tore the man’s fangs from his decapitated head and discarded the head soon after.

“What did I tell you about coming here? I told ALL OF YOU that coming here was off limits. That she was off limits. And yet you lot decided that it would be ok for you to come here and take what’s MINE.” Remmick’s growling voice was monstrous, his anger clear and barely contained.

“Remmick, we didn’t know-“

“Oh but you DID know. I told all of you. And don’t even bother lying, I can see your memories.” He said, “Speaking of which….” Remmick cocked his head and whistled loudly. Across the farm, Mara flinched from the sound of the whistle, reluctantly leaving the young man’s side as she flew to where Remmick was. When she arrived, her eyes widened and her jaw dropped at the sight of the dead vampire and Remmick’s furious expression.

“Where were you, Mara? I saw that you followed them, where the hell were you?” He raged before pausing and scanning her mind, “Oh… oh ok, I see where you were. I will deal with you later.” He then snapped his head back to look at the rest of the group, all of whom were standing there frozen as Remmick held them in his mental clutches. He began to circle them, a deep low growl tearing from his throat.

“Stay there… don’t fucking move.” Remmick then cut his glowing red eyes over to Maeve who was sitting on the ground, staring at him in both awe and something else he couldn’t quite identify. He then spotted the shovel on the ground and grabbed it, tossing it back and forth in his hands before looking back at his small group of rebels, “I’m doing this as an example. The rest of the coven will see your massive fuckup and maybe, just maybe, they’ll get the hint to never disobey me again.” In the blink of an eye, Remmick reeled back and threw the shovel with all his strength. He had lined them up in a straight line, the shovel piercing through all of them like an arrow, staking each and every one of them in an instant. They burst like human sized blood balloons, meat and sinew falling to the ground in one large puddle.

In the end, Mara was the only one he left alive. He slowly turned his gaze back to her, his eyes narrowed as he could sense her fear in her mind.

“Go back to the coven. Tell them what you saw in case any of them decided to ignore my memories. I’ll be back before sunrise.” Remmick muttered bitterly and Mara nodded feverishly, bolting as fast as she could back into the forest.

“You didn’t have to do all that you know…” Maeve’s trembling voice spoke up and Remmick spun around. She was wiping the dust and vampire juices off of her as best she could, pulling the dirt and leaves out of her hair that had collected amongst the beautiful dark strands.

“Didn’t have to- Maeve, they were going to kill you! Maeve, they were going to murder you and feast on your flesh, you would’ve been dead if I hadn’t shown up.” He protested and Maeve scoffed.

“I had it handled! I stabbed that guy with a clothespin to the eye!” Maeve said, standing there like she just hadn’t almost been murdered.

“Yeah, sure, you had it handled when 8 of my coven members had you pinned down and almost drained you. Please Maeve, you’re a terrible liar.” He hissed, “Where’s Dawn? Is she ok? They didn’t get to her?” His voice softened then, double checking that his daughter was alright.

“Yeah, she’s with her uncles.” Maeve clarified, “Have a good night, Remmick.” She pushed past him, about to head inside her home, before he grabbed her firmly by the wrist.

“Hey! I think a thank you is warranted here. Or atleast some kindness for me saving your life just now!” Remmick was frustrated but Maeve was even more so. Here was the man she tried to hate, tried so desperately to make herself despise him, and yet she couldn’t do it. Now she couldn’t hate him even more so because he had just saved her life.

“The only thing you ever did for me that deserves any kind of gratitude is blessing me with Dawn. She is the light of my fucking life and she is the ONLY thing that’s stopping me from killing you right now.” Her words were pointed and painful, tears beginning to form in her eyes from the overwhelming emotions.

“Why is that stopping you, huh? You keeping her away from me is already killing me slowly. Why don’t you just finish the damn job and kill me yourself?” He asked, grabbing a large stick off the ground and snapping it to make a jagged point. He then put the stick in her hand and pressed it to his chest, forcing her to hold the point directly against his undead heart, “Do it. End both my suffering and yours. Take me out of a world that has you in it, because coming here every night just hoping to catch a glimpse of her is the worst torture I can imagine. And seeing you, every time, with the most beautiful smile as you hold her close and just far enough away from me that I can’t see her face…” His voice cracked as Maeve continued to stare at where he had the stake pointed at his chest.

“You torture me worse than the vampire hunters. Your mere existence is a nightmare to me.” Maeve’s eyes flickered up at his words, staring at him as she was eventually overtaken by her anger and frustration and heartbreak. She screamed at him through her teeth, shoving him away from her and throwing the stake down at the same time.

“You’re not even worth the effort. You wanna talk about torture? You’ve been stalking me and our daughter every night for two fucking years. TWO YEARS, REMMICK! You’re hunting us down and I can’t ever be comfortable anymore! It’s like I’m being haunted by my father’s ghost, except somehow worse because you’re the father of my child and there’s nothing I can do to change that. You’re so persistent and annoying and charming all at the same time and I don’t understand!” She exclaimed, shaking her head, “I don’t understand why you keep coming back no matter how many times I tell you no. Every single night I see your eyes watching me from the forest line and the craziest thing is that after a while I stopped seeing a monster and started seeing a man and I can’t fucking stand it! I cannot stand you, Remmick! So get the fuck off my property right the fuck now, or I swear to god I will go get my brothers and we will turn you into a pile of flesh just like the rest of your kind!” Maeve screamed louder and louder as she released all of the pain and suffering that had been building in her heart for years.

There was only a single beat before Remmick leapt at her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into a deep passionate kiss.

Maeve wanted to fight him, she wanted to tell him to fuck off and never even think about touching her again, but she couldn’t do it. She melted into the kiss but responded angrily and bitterly, her kiss biting and painful. He growled into the kiss, his tongue finding its way between her teeth and licking the roof of her mouth feverishly. And that was when Maeve started feeling that same buzzing, floaty sensation she had the first time they kissed. She still had no idea what it was, but somehow this time she reveled in the feeling even more because it gave her access to her untapped rage.

She pulled away from his kiss and slapped him hard, the sound of the smack echoing across the farm. She stared at him with fire in her eyes as he slowly turned back to look at her, his own eyes sparking with desire. In an instant he scooped her into his arms and ran with her towards her front porch, shoving her back hard against the wall. He buried his face in her throat and breathed in her scent, snarling audibly as he so desperately wanted to taste her blood., Maeve dragged her nails hard up his shoulders, eventually tangling one hand in his hair and yanking him by it back into a kiss. The kiss was all teeth, her biting his lips and mouth like she was trying to mark him.

Remmick, in turn, grabbed a fist full of her dress and began shoving it upwards, trying to get access to her skin. He started kissing down her chest and abdomen, eventually falling to his knees as he hiked her dress up and spread her legs.

“You better fucking give me what I want!” His voice had that odd, doubling echo effect and it made Maeve feel even more buzzy from the effects of his kiss. He forced her legs open once more as he tried to close them again, tearing her underwear from her body with his claws, and burying his face in her sopping wet cunt.

“AHA! Fuck! Remmick!” Maeve cried out, her nails immediately digging into his hair as he threw one of her legs over his shoulder to get a better angle. The noises he made drove Maeve even more insane in addition to the feeling of his tongue licking her from the inside. He worshipped her with his mouth, sucking on her clit just how she liked it and digging his claws into the meat of her thighs to keep her steady.

“I can’t-can’t fuckin STAND YOU!” She threw her head back, her eyes squeezing shut with pleasure as he practically devoured her pussy.

“If you can’t stand me, then why is your body begging for me?” He pulled back with a laugh, his smirk widening when he saw Maeve’s angry expression as she tried to force him back to where she needed him.

“Because a mouth is a mouth, and you’re the only one available.” She spat, trying to wrap the leg on his shoulder around his neck so that she could keep him trapped between her legs. He eventually relented and went back to work, increasing the stimulation on her clit to the point that Maeve began fucking his face. Remmick was pissed at her comment and lack of thanks for saving her life earlier, so he became even more determined to make her cum as many times as possible so she would be grateful…. And so that she could never forget him even if she tried.

He retracted the claws on his index and middle fingers before slicking them up with his own drool and pushing them inside her. Maeve sobbed in ecstasy in response, grinding down on both his face and his fingers as he curled them in search of the spot he knew would drive her crazy. And when he felt her tighten her fingers in his hair, he smiled to himself and increased the pressure where he knew it would make her go wild.

“YES YES YES! R-REMMICK RIGHT THERE! Dont you dare fucking stop! Don’t you fucking DARE! Oh GOD!” Maeve snarled her pleasure through gritted teeth as Remmick sped up both his tongue and fingers, keeping the pressure consistent exactly where she wanted him. Her orgasm hit her so hard she swore she saw stars, her body clenching desperately around his fingers and she shivered even more when she heard him moaning between her legs. Remmick worked her through it, not stopping his motions for even a moment since he didn’t want to miss any minuscule movement she made while in ecstasy. Only once she relaxed did he pull away, and when he did, Maeve stared down at him with both desire and hatred in her eyes.

“I fucking hate you…” She panted and Remmick scoffed.

“You hate me? You fucking hate me even after all that?” He chuckled, his Irish accent somehow seeming even thicker as he spoke. He then barely even gave her a second once he stood up. He grabbed her hips and spun her around, pinning her arms above her head by her wrists, “Fine then… show me how much you fucking hate me.” He challenged, nearly yelling in her ear until she started desperately grinding her ass against his crotch, “That’s what I fucking thought.” Remmick then shoved her dress up over her hips and pulled himself out of his pants, gasping at the feeling of the night air on his aching cock. And then he slammed home inside her without warning, growling like a feral animal as she moaned and sobbed at the feeling of him.

“That’s it… take it…. Take all of me and lie to me about how much you can’t stand me!” He fully wrapped an arm around her chest, nearly covering her with his body as he began fucking her so hard and fast, she was terrified her brothers would hear her moaning and think she was in trouble.

“Faster! Fuck me faster, you asshole!” Maeve hissed and stomped her foot, trying to get him to move how she wanted, only for him to growl right in her ear and make her tighten around him.

“Listen to me, love... The more you bitch at me, the longer it’s gonna take for you to cum. So just fucking stand there and take what I’m giving you!” He moved his hand from her wrists to her throat, his clawed grip tightening around her airway. Remmick deepened his thrusts, holding her closer to his body as she tried to hold back her moans, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of hearing them given the way he was speaking to her. When he figured out that’s what she was doing, he pulled the top of her dress down enough to expose her shoulder and bit down hard on her back.

“OW WHAT THE FUCK!” Maeve screeched, the pain suddenly morphing into pleasure as his drool continued to give her that delicious fuzzy feeling all over.

“Stop holding back and give me what I fucking want. And don’t you fucking dare try to hide from me because I will always find you, no matter what.” Remmick kept pounding into her as he forced moans from her, the hand not wrapped around her throat slipping between her legs to play with her clit.

“Rem-Remmick!” Maeve arched her neck in his grip, no longer able to stifle the moans pouring from her mouth, “P-p-pl-“ She cut herself off, not wanting to beg for him, but unfortunately that was exactly what he wanted.

“I’m sorry darlin, what was that?” He asked playfully, emphasizing his words with a thrust so hard he almost shoved her face into the wall, “It sounded like you wanted to say something….”

“Fucking hell, please! Please please please please, how many more times do I have to beg you fucking psychopath?!” She screamed back at him and he just howled a laugh, picking up his pace on both her clit and with his cock thrusting deep inside her.

“Cmon darlin, want ya to cum for me… wanna feel just how much you bloody despise me….” He demanded breathlessly, tightening his hand on her windpipe even more and groaning with desire when he heard the choked out moans she gave in response. No matter how much Maeve tried to fight it, her body was no match for Remmick’s onslaught. She slammed her hand onto the wall in front of her and pushed her ass back hard to ensure he was as deep in her as possible as she gave him what he wanted. She came hot and hard around him, her orgasm making her insides feel like molten lava, especially because of the after effects of his drool. Her body massaged and milked him for all he was worth, her broken cries forcing him over the edge as well.

“Fuck yes, take it, take all of it, you’re fucking mine!” Remmick’s stuttered grunts and moans made Maeve even shakier as she felt him stuffing her full, “I fucking love you..” He whispered, his admission so quiet that Maeve didn’t even hear him. She stood on shaky legs as she let him cum deep inside her, his cock pulsing and making sure to give her every drop. Eventually he let go of her throat, allowing her to breathe properly again but he didn’t let go of her hips just yet. He didn’t want to leave her body ever again if possible, but he knew she wouldn��t allow that.

As soon as she felt like she wasn’t going to pass out anymore, she tried to squirm out of his embrace, but he refused to let her go.

“Fuck you, Remmick…. Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!” Maeve sobbed, eventually smacking his arm hard enough that he let her pull away. He hissed from the sudden separation but still let her go, tucking himself back in his pants. She stood there in tears, shaking her head as if this were just some horrible dream she wanted nothing more than to wake up from.

“Why did it have to be you?” Her words were so soft, if Remmick didn’t have his enhanced hearing he wouldn’t have caught it. He chuckled dryly, shaking his head and looking up at the sky.

“It’s your move, darlin.” His southern twang was back, the mask pulled right back up after it was clear his vulnerability was ignored yet again.

“This isn’t a fucking game, Remmick!” She cried out.

“Isn’t it? You sure could’ve fooled me.” He crossed his arms and looked away from her.

“This is pointless…talking to you is fucking pointless.” She threw up her hands in frustration, causing Remmick to huff loudly.

“I’m tired, Maeve.” He practically whimpered, the tone of his voice catching her off guard, “I’m so fucking tired, darlin. We just keep going round and round in circles, always ending up back in the same place we started and yet every time, you get angrier.” He paused and met her eyes, knowing that deep down, her anger was just all for show.

“Why…. Why did it have to be you?” She repeated, looking at him directly this time.

“I could ask you the same thing.” He replied with a loving smile, his reaction making more tears come to her eyes, “Haven’t you ever wondered why I didn’t just kill you and take Dawn? Let me know when you figure it out because I’m done playing this game, Maeve. I’ve been trying for two years. Now it’s your turn.” Remmick gave her another sad smile before turning and bolting back into the forest. Maeve stood there on her porch, his cum slowly leaking down her thigh, processing everything that had just happened. Her mind raced, her eyes darting back and forth as she slid down the wall behind her and sobbed.

“Holy shit… what the hell happened here?” Declan asked and Maeve’s eyes shot up. Her brother was standing there holding Dawn, looking horrified at the pile of melted flesh and blood in front of her house. She didn’t know how long she stayed out there and just cried, her body eventually running out of tears and exhaustion setting in after a while, but clearly it was long enough that Declan had come to bring Dawn back.

“Oh… um… more vampire nonsense, it’s nothing.” Maeve brushed it off and stood up, taking the sleepy toddler from her brother’s arms.

“More vampire nonsense… is that why you have blood all over you too?” He asked, cocking his head and looking her up and down, “Are you hurt?” His voice grew serious but she shook her head.

“No… Remmick uh…. Remmick saved me. He killed some vampires that tried to kill me.” Declan’s eyes widened at her reply. He immediately started looking her over for any injuries or cuts that looked bad, all while she protested and tried to stop him, “Please Deck, I’m ok. I promise.”

“Maeve, you’ve gotta let us take care of him. If he keeps bringing this shit to your doorstep, you’re gonna get yourself killed one of these days. Both you and Dawn ain’t safe with him around.”

“I would’ve been dead if he hadn’t shown up, so I think keeping him around is a good idea, atleast for a little while longer.” She sighed heavily, lovingly rubbing Dawn’s back as the little girl hummed in her sleep.

“Just promise me that if shit goes sideways again, you’ll let us take care of him ok? Please?” Declan’s face softened as he put a hand on his sister’s shoulder.

“I… I don’t think I can make that promise, Deck. No matter how much he scares me I…. I can’t let you kill him.” Her voice broke and she turned away, “G’night Deck… Tell John thanks for watching Dawn for me.” She quickly headed back into the house and Declan ran a hand through his hair exasperated before heading home as well.

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He Ate My Heart - Remmick/OC - Chapter 6

Chapter warnings: Graphic violence/murder, corpses are shown in a dream sequence

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Maeve’s dreams after Dawn was born had been fairly consistent. Nothing too weird or out of the ordinary, on occasion she had dreams of Remmick, but they were usually fleeting and she forgot them as soon as she awoke.

So when she once again realized she was dreaming mid dream one night, she hoped that she would remember it in the morning. She had no idea where her mind had taken her, but she was surrounded by rolling green hills and what appeared to be an ancient medieval village. She cocked her head in confusion and decided to head further into the village. The sound of beautiful Irish music reached her ears as a familiar singing voice caught her attention. She turned the corner into one of the buildings and found Remmick performing with a group of others, his music hypnotic and magnetic.

It was so good in fact that Maeve couldn’t stop herself from joining in. She began dancing and humming along to the music, joining the crowd that had formed inside. She didn’t understand a lick of it, as it was all in Gaelic, but it was beautiful nonetheless. As she was dancing, Maeve began to notice others joining the crowd, people like her who didn’t seem to fit with the time frame her mind was providing her. Some resembled gangsters in full pinstriped suits, some wore clothes that reminded her of her grandparents, and there were even some she didn’t recognize at all. There were women wearing pants that were far too short and men in tights and flowy shiny shirts doing traditional Irish step dances all through the crowd. At one point, Maeve even swore she saw someone that looked like Dawn but all grown up. She began to feel uncomfortable with all the new people in the crowd, pushing past them and heading outside.

The moment she stepped through the doorway, she felt her dream change. It went from day to night in an instant, and the sound of screaming echoed in her ears. Fire engulfed the village she was standing in, the sounds of horses braying in the distance and metal slicing flesh made her nauseous. Maeve just barely made it out of the way of a stampeding horse, its rider wearing Christian symbols on his clothing. She bolted away from the fire, trying to find a way out of this nightmare, until she heard someone hysterically sobbing. She felt her stomach begin to twist when she turned towards the source of the sobbing as she recognized it as well.

When she walked behind the home that was on fire, she found Remmick on the ground, cradling the bloody corpse of a woman with the body of a young child beside him. He was screaming much like how he had when he first found out about Dawn and Maeve felt her heart sink when she saw him surrounded by a group of what appeared to be missionaries.

Remmick began to beg, his words foreign to Maeve’s ears but she could understand he was begging. What was strange was he looked much less pale than how she knew him. He looked desperate and horrified as he held the woman, staring up at the missionaries as one of whom knelt down to him. The man said something in Gaelic and put his hand on the back of Remmick’s neck soothingly. Remmick shook his head and tried to force the missionary away, his cries picking up in frequency and volume as one of the other missionaries picked up the dead child from the ground.

And then thunder crashed loudly overhead, storm clouds rolling in as the smoke from the flaming village was sucked up towards the sky. Maeve’s eyes widened as she watched Remmick begin to rock back and forth, holding the woman’s body as the thunder and lightning picked up. The missionaries began frantically talking to each other, one of them digging under his cloak for something as a lightning bolt struck a tree just behind them. Suddenly, the cloud of smoke in the sky began spinning as Remmick started trembling and muttering in Gaelic. The smoke sped towards Remmick and engulfed him, the missionaries being flung backwards from another nearby lightning bolt striking the ground. The smoke swirled faster and faster around Remmick as she heard racing Gaelic voices whispering to him until he stepped toward the missionaries from out of the smoke.

His eyes were a familiar bloodshot red as the storm picked up in rage behind him. She watched as he launched himself at one of the missionaries, ripping into his throat with his teeth and draining him dry. Blood sprayed everywhere, staining Remmick and the other missionaries nearby. As Remmick continued his rampage, Maeve slowly approached the two corpses he’d been protecting, her heart racing at the sight of them.

There lied a beautiful young woman with a golden ring around her finger, a massive sword wound through her chest. Beside her was a child, the gender of which Maeve couldn’t identify, but they had a similar stab wound which made her realize the mother must’ve been holding her child protectively and they were stabbed together.

Maeve turned around as the thunder increased in frequency, freezing when she saw Remmick rise from the ground, surrounded by the freshly mutilated corpses of the missionaries who killed his family. He met her eyes, his piercing red gaze sending a chill down her spine.

“Maeve…” Remmick’s voice breathed her name for only a moment. His arm shot out to reach for her only for Maeve to wake up with a jolt in her bed.

Tears had streamed down her cheeks while she was sleeping, nearly blinding her when she awoke. She was hyperventilating, desperately holding herself as she tried to come back down from that panic attack of a nightmare. The scariest part was that she couldn’t tell if that was a dream or a memory.

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The only reason she was able to access that pain in the first place was because Remmick was distracted.

In a desperate attempt to meet his daughter for the first time, Remmick decided to use their bond to try and project himself into Dawn’s dreams. He stepped aside from the coven to get himself centered as he didn’t want to share this dream with any of them. This was for him and him alone. Astral projecting himself was the easy part, but getting into the mind of a toddler was definitely something he’d never done before. Luckily though, because Dawn was his daughter, he simply followed the invisible glowing red thread of their bond right into her dreams.

When he stabilized himself inside her mind, he was a bit confused when he found himself back on Maeve’s farm. He began looking around, trying to find Dawn, only to freeze when he caught sight of her. There she was, his beautiful little girl, giggling and playing with a fluffy cow in the field. She was facing away from him but he knew it was her.

“Scuse me lil missy, your mama around anywhere?” He asked as he slowly approached, his heart full of hope as he spoke. However, this beautiful dream suddenly became a nightmare for him because when she turned around, her face was completely blurry and unfocused. It was like someone had smudged her face out with their thumb in a picture.

“Mama dat way.” Dawn said, pointing in the direction of the horses galloping in the fields. Remmick, however, was in the middle of a breakdown. He finally met his baby girl in her dream, he finally got the chance to see her, but because he didn’t know what she looked like other than her hair and from behind, his own mind couldn’t interpret the signals from her brain about how she saw herself. He collapsed to his knees in tears, pressing his hands to his eyes as he sobbed. When Dawn was born, she took a part of his heart with her. He loved her so desperately, but Maeve never let him see her, so to finally meet her but not be able to truly see her was truly a nightmare.

“Hey! Hey!” Dawn stumbled over to him, barely stable on her feet but she made it to his side, “No sad! No sad! Moo cow make better!” She grabbed at his shirt and tried to tug him towards the cow standing beside them. Her attempts to make him feel better only made him cry even harder. He so badly wanted to be with her, but even in dreams he was denied that connection.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry sweetheart… does… does your mama ever tell you about your daddy?” He asked, surprised that Dawn wasn’t startled by his bloody tears.

“Hmmm… daddy go GRRRRR!” Dawn put her fingers up over where her mouth should’ve been, pointing them downwards like they were fangs, and making a growling noise, “Daddy gone… mama miss daddy, moo cow fix.” Dawn tugged on his sleeve again and kept trying to pull him closer to the cow. Remmick sniffled and looked at his blurry faced little girl, allowing her to pull him towards the cow while also trying to force his mind to let him see what he so desperately wanted to see. He felt his heart break even more then when Dawn took his hand and put it onto the cow, forcing him to start petting the creature.

“See? Moo cow make all better!” She exclaimed with a giggle and Remmick gave a weak laugh in response.

“You… you said your mama misses your daddy?” He asked gently. Dawn grumbled and shook her head, as if she was annoyed by the questioning.

“Mama-mama say daddy… um…. Daddy not nice, that’s why daddy not here.” She said, stumbling over her words a bit.

“Has she told you who your daddy is?” He asked, the feeling of her tiny hand covering his, making him wish he was physically there with her even more.

“Um…. Um….no…” She shook her head and nuzzled her face into the cow. Remmick had to bite back a growl as the fact that Maeve hadn’t even told their daughter that he was her father made his anger boil to the surface.

“You wanna know something? I got a secret for you.” He whispered and Dawn immediately started nodding, turning her blurred face to look at him, “I’m your daddy sweetheart.” However, the reaction she gave him was not what he expected.

“Um…. Mama.. mama said not to talk to daddy. She-she said daddy’s mean.” Dawn protested and Remmick sighed heavily.

“Oh sweetheart no… no no, Daddy’s not mean. Daddy’s just… sad. Daddy’s sad because your mama won’t let me see you, baby. I… I’m so sorry your mama thinks I’m being mean.” He said softly. Deep down, he knew he was indeed being mean, especially given what he said to Maeve when he first found out about Dawn. But all he wanted was to be a family. All he wanted more than anything was to hold his baby girl in his arms and tell her how much he loved her.

And maybe, just maybe, he’d get to tell Maeve the same.

“It’s ok daddy, mama gets loud when she’s sad too!” Dawn replied and even through the blur, Remmick could tell she was smiling. She then wrapped her tiny arms around him and hugged him as best she could. Remmick froze only for a moment before realizing what was happening and immediately taking her in his arms as well.

“Ó mo chailín milis... A leanbh, tá brón orm…” He held Dawn close to his chest and began sobbing once more, his bloody tears staining her hair.

“You sound funny daddy!” Dawn laughed, trying to squirm out of his embrace but he didn’t want to let go, “Out! Out!” She protested and he finally released her, watching her rush over to a group of sheep that had suddenly spawned in the middle of the field and nuzzling her face into their wool. Remmick sniffled as he heard her laugh, the pure joy and happiness radiating off her only heightening his own emotions. When he wiped his eyes, he heard someone approaching and turned to look. He felt a jolt of protectiveness wash over him as he didn’t realize who it was at first, but all he knew was he needed to keep Dawn safe, even though he was aware it was a dream..

And then he realized it was Maeve, her eyes full of sadness and understanding. He was confused as to why she looked so sad in his daughter’s dream, but that’s when he began getting flashes of his own memories… but from Maeve’s point of view.

“Maeve?” Remmick asked, cocking his head and reaching out to her until both of them were forced out of the dream world. He slammed back into his body like someone had physically thrown him, grasping at his head as he tried to make sense of everything that had just happened.

“Hey Remmick, can you, you know, NOT have a panic attack right now? Some of us are trying to relax and we can feel your pain too if you don’t recall.” A voice spoke up. Standing behind him was a young vampire named Mara, her face serious and harsh as she told him off.

“Your commentary is not needed, Mara. Back off.” Remmick snarled back, taking a few deep breaths to help him reground in his own body. The remnants of his daughte’rs mind as well as Maeve somehow accessing his memories left him shaken and he couldn’t let it go. He could still feel where Dawn’s little body had been curled up against his chest and he instinctively folded in on himself to keep that memory alive.

Mara, meanwhile, was still watching Remmick amidst his breakdown. His memories were very clearly blocked off so she couldn’t see what was bothering him, but it wasn’t like she would want to see them anyway. She and Remmick had a complicated history that, despite them always butting heads, always led to her being the one vampire that remained in his coven no matter how many times he restarted it. Something about the fact that she was always honest with him made him keep her around. Seeing Remmick in this sort of state made her want to investigate, but at the same time, she really didn’t give a shit either. In her mind, it was much better to be safe than sorry when it came to Remmick, so she turned around and left him alone once more.

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“Mama! Mama!” Dawn nearly tackled Maeve as she was making breakfast for them the next morning. Maeve laughed in response and petted her daughter’s hair.

“Well now! Someone’s excited this morning! Did you sleep well, my darling?” She asked and Dawn nodded furiously.

“I saw daddy! Daddy was sad, but moo cow make it better!” She said joyfully, meanwhile her words almost made Maeve drop the plate she’d been holding.

“I’m sorry, what did you say darling?” Maeve asked with a mildly terrified expression.

“Daddy! I saw daddy! He was sad, but I help!” Dawn exclaimed again and Maeve put the food down, immediately kneeling down beside her daughter.

“What do you mean baby? When did you see your daddy? And how did you know it was your daddy?” She put her hands on Dawn’s shoulders to focus her.

“Last night! When I go night night, daddy poof in my head! He started crying but I make him feel better, just like you told me mama! When people sad, I be nice! Make them happy again!” Dawn explained, swaying back and forth on her little feet as she tried to make sense of it all, “He said-he said he was daddy. But! But I told him what mama said about daddy, I promise I told him! But he said mama wrong… that daddy not mean, he just sad. So I hugged him! Hugs make people happy!” Maeve listened to her daughter’s ramblings and her heart ached. Remmick must’ve somehow gotten to Dawn through their bond, using her dreams as a way of communicating with her.

“Baby… next time something like that happens, if you recognize him as your daddy, don’t say a single thing to him ok? I know he won’t hurt you but… but he’s not safe ok? Can you promise mommy? Next time he shows up in one of your dreams, don’t talk to him.” Maeve said firmly, making sure Dawn promised before she let her go. A new development like this made her sick to her stomach, but at the same time she felt her heart reaching out desperately to Remmick. She knew that if she was in his position, she’d be acting the exact same way, right down to trying to manipulate him to see their child as well. She also knew she’d need to talk to him eventually. She couldn’t keep hiding Dawn forever…