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bluudsucka · 12 days ago

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august night - remmick x fem!reader (chapter III)

chapter I - chapter II - chapter III

summary: after your found vampire 'family' was attacked by hunters, you and your lover remmick were separated. both lost and thrusted into the rapidly developing yet harsh world that was the twentieth century. finding yourself alone; you had to make do. doing anything you can to survive. after being apart for two decades - your once severed connection was reignited. remmick found you walking amongst the living within the bustling city of new york, miles away from mississippi. dropping everything he went to find you; to bring you back home to him...but things changed, you changed, and the once close relationship you both shared changed. yet it didn't hurt to pay you a visit...right?

word count: 16k

warnings: smut, bloodplay, squirting, oral sex (f!receiving), unprotected sex, slow burn (?), dialog heavy, slight angst, mentions of colonialism, slight mentions of race, noncanonical setting (early 90s), hivemind, slight mentions of toxic relationship dynamics, trauma bonding

author's note: the final part of the remmick august night series, i wanna thank ya'll for the support! this is the longest fic i ever wrote, so get your snacks, drink, etc. while writing this i was listening to pyramids AND pink matter by frank ocean (i got alotta inspo from those two songs, this fic took WEEKS to write loll. it's not mandatory but i recommend listening to both songs to get the vibe of remmick x reader dynamic) much love to all and thank you for reading <3

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August 25, 1992

The city pulsed like a beating heart with each step Remmick took; as if the city itself was alive. Sirens wailed in the distance and the multiple neon colored signs buzzed with energy, the reds and blue hues from advertisements dusted over his pale skin, and the steam that floated above the multiple street grates clung to his clothes like the cold sweat on his forehead. The New York air was thick with the smell of rot, diesel, and street vendor foods - he hated it.

This place reeks...

Remmick stopped his brisk pace through the crowded sidewalk and stood on the corner, his dark eyes gazing ahead as he waited for the signal to cross the rain slick asphalt, rolling his tense shoulders as his hands rested in the pockets of his leather jacket. The once speeding cars halted to a stop and the signal to cross the street lit up brightly, brushing pass the people who walked the busy crosswalk with him, his shoulder bumping into a man who spat out profanities to Remmick - telling him that he should watch where he was going.

Remmick didn't flinch at the strangers volatile words, his mind was focus on one thing, and his surroundings were nothing but an afterthought. Stepping over the cracked curb the sounds of people chattering and their heartbeats raced through Remmick's mind. The feral hunger clawed at his mouth with a vicious sting, clearing his throat with a strained cough he continued to push through the crowd of commuters, fighting the urge to sink his fangs into their flesh and indulge in the warmth of their ichor.

Remmick was starving to the point were his mind would feel fuzzy and his teeth would ache in agonizing pain - he would bite the calloused skin of his thumb or choke out a cough to ease the hunger. He needed to eat something soon, as his already undead body would tremble with late set rigor mortis.

Be he would not feed.

The once beastly hunger that plagued him became sickening - it became sacrilegious problem for him. And the thoughts of him over indulging just because he could sent a wave of embarrassment and shame through out his entire being. He thought he was free; but in reality he was shackled down by another ball and chain.

His sinful greed.

Mississippi had swallowed Rimmick and spat him out. For twenty-four years Remmick moved from apartment to apartment, never truly staying in one place, and he watched as the world around him evolved and progressed within the shadows. He wouldn't leave his apartment, he wouldn't wonder the earth like he had done previously, before losing you. He'd slip out of his rundown living space that he rented out for a short period of time to feed. But he only ate when the hunger was too much to bare; when the ache within his mouth and the hallucinations became ravenous. He had did a complete one-eighty, not taking any pleasure in feeding, starving and locking himself away from humanity. He even stopped looking for community, stopped dogpiling promises of eternal life onto young artist who didn't know any better.

Punishment.

For not protecting you like he promised, for mistreating you when you needed him the most, and for not dying with you hand in hand like envisioned all those years prior. Remmick's once charismatic charm hollowed away as the decades pass - becoming a hermit amongst the roaches and rats from the many cheap apartments he would live in. The city screamed around him, but all he could hear was your voice repeating that phrase.

"Come find me."

You were here within this city; you still walked the earth amongst the living and that gave Remmick something to 'live' for again, he was content with spending the rest of his unnatural life within the darkness surrounded by vermin and the forgotten until the sun caught him, or until someone decided to be brave enough to pierce a stake within his unbeating heart. He could feel it in his icy bones that you were here in the big city, that your presence resided up north.

The fire inside of him that was extinguished reignited.

The headache started off as mild as Remmick stepped off of the subway when he entered the city - he took a train all the way from Mississippi to here, only stopping once for a layover in Virginia - but once his boots hit the concrete ground of the city he was determined to find you. The ringing in his head ramped up as he slightly jogged up the filthy steps of the subway, the hot summer air hitting his face but the once manageable pain quickly escalated in sharp and hot behind his eyes. It felt as if his head was stuck in a vice grip. Leaning against a brick wall that was covered in graffiti his shaky hands held onto his temples, a vain attempt to ease the pain.

Overwhelming sensation of memories crashed into his already scattered mind as his calloused hand rested at his temple. The memories - your memories filled in head and drowned out his other senses.

The rough fabric of fishnets against cold thighs, the weight of sweat soaked bills stuffed tightly into garters and bra straps, the hazy neon red lights dusting across your brown skin, and that familiar hunger aching within your throat that only he could understand. Images and blurred fragments of your experiences within New York City's night life. Remmick saw men's faces, the burn of cigarette smoke against your lips, red finger nails tracing over your tips you've earned counting the multiple bills. And your once soft southern accent grew more harsh, more direct as it shattered into metropolitan twang, your voice sounded so different in his mind yet the sound of it gave Remmick nothing but comfort.

You work at a peep show in the Bronx.

Remmick's feet moved with desperation and each step he took was muscle memory, not of his own, but of yours. He followed your path that you would take every night, his feet ached with the painful sensation you felt with each step you took with your six inch heels. Your world bled in his mind like an open wound that wouldn't heal. This life you lived wasn't of choice - but of necessity. Something that wasn't in your control.

You had to survive without him.

Remmick's eyes were met with dirty windows and red neon signs that obnoxiously advertised: Live Girls - Private Booths - XXX - Girls, Girls, Girls. The perks of living in this decade was the fact that establishments proudly displayed 'welcome' and 'come in' signs, asking to be invited in was a thing of the past. Rolling his shoulders, Remmick opened the heavy glass door, the overwhelming noise of the city muffled within the dingy sex shop.

The faint smell of perfume and sweat nipped at his nose while the low vibrations of sensual music fluttered through the thick air. With a quick turn on his heel Remmick headed towards the black staircase without hesitation, he could feel you calling towards him, and the bond that was once broken tethered him towards you. He could feel your restlessness, you could feel his sadness, and you both could feel each others desperation.

He finally found you.

"Hey - hey! You gotta pay first!"

Remmick paused at the rough voice that sliced through his mind like a sharpen knife, and his face twisted in disgust as his thumb flexed around the strap that dug into his leather coat, a beat up guitar case was strapped onto Remmick's back like a lid on a coffin. Heavy boots slowly stepped down the creaking staircase that advertised multiple dirty magazines that the shop sold.

Behind the counter sat a man with greasy face and equally greasy hair, he reeked of sweat and the neon lights bouncing off of his swollen red skin. He couldn't have been older than fifty as salt and pepper colored chest hair tangled around the gold chain that hung around his thick neck. The man's thick fingers that were covered in cheap rings drummed away at the glass countertop, and his cataract eyes peered into Remmick, tilting his head at the price sheet that was haphazardly tapped to the grimy wall.

"You gotta pay like everyone else, loverboy," The man stated. "You wanna peak at my girls? That'll be five bucks a token, two tokens if you want five minutes - more if you really want a show."

"I'm lookin' for someone." Remmick replied, his southern accent fraying at the end of his short sentence, and his dark eyes narrowed hard at the man - but he didn't blink. Remmick said your name, whispering it as if it was a holy phrase that needed to be respected, and that earned the greaseball of a man to laugh in his face.

"You one of her regulars? She's in booth two tonight, didn't peg you to be the type to like ebony - can't blame you, though. The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice," there was a short yet heavy pause that lingered over the two men, and the clerk began to speak again, this time rambling in a vain attempt to break the ice and build 'comradery' between the two.

"Can't stop looking at her heart shaped ass, either. Grabbing it must feel like squeezing one of them stress balls. She's a pretty lil' thing." The man laughed, which only earn another beat of silence from Remmick, this time though the man noticed that the vampire clenched his jaw tightly at his words. The muscle beneath Remmick's jaw twitched with vitriol and rage at the man's crass descriptions of you - of his soul mate - his one and only. And it didn't help that he was starving ever since stepping foot in this sin city, hunger twisting behind his ribs with each breath he took.

The clerk was lucky that Remmick grew some sense of self restrain over the years...

Remmick eyes just stared straight through the man, and the thick air that lingered between the short conversation they shared felt wrong, felt deadly and the man uncomfortably shifted in his seat. In another attempt to ease the tense conversation the clerk blurted out a rushed: "Ten bucks...Ten bucks for the first round."

Without a word Remmick reached into the worn pocket of his leather coat, pulling out his wallet and fisting a crumple up ten dollar bill within his calloused hand. He laid it flat onto the plexiglass counter - not in the waiting hand of the clerk. The swollen man belted out a pained snort, trying his best to control the tense situation.

"And I thought people from the south was suppose to be polite..." He muttered out, his fingers sliding over a red plastic basket of golden tokens. "You two will hit it off, she ain't that friendly either."

Remmick reached into the basket, fishing out two golden coins without meeting the eyes of the clerk, but that only made the man more wary of his presence. Swallowing hard his hazy eyes watch Remmick walk towards the steps again, not bothering to even glace back at him with each step he took.

"Enjoy the show." He called after him, the confidence in his voice was thinner now, more forced. But of course, Remmick didn't respond, his mind was more focus the reason why he was here in the first place...

You.

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Remmick ascended up the stairs, with each step he took the worn down wood creaked like old bones under his weight, and the sickly yellow florescent light of the sex shop downstairs morphed into heated crimson colored neon that spilled over the dark environment like rich blood. With twitching fingers due to hunger and restrain, he made his way towards your booth, and the closer he got the stronger that the invisible tether yanked at him with force. Entering the cramped booth, Remmick's face twisted in pain, not from hunger this time, but from recognition.

You were hurting.

Catching a shallow breath he sat on the small metal stool, and the soft clink of the coins reverberated through him. His fingers grazed over the token, tracing over the jagged edges as his own hurt clung within him - how far you both had stumbled off the path. Flipping the token he slid it inside of the coin slot, a metallic clink echoed and the black partition began to rise.

And there you were in all of your lace bound glory.

Your back was faced to him as your hips swayed slowly, your hands ran up your thighs to the soft curve of your lower back until they finally rested within the thick natural curls in your hair. With a tired exhale, you finally spoke the rehearsed line you've said countless of times to men who truly didn't deserve to hear it: "Hey, baby. You've come to see me? I've been watin' for you all day."

You turned on your heel and time stopped.

Remmick's dark eyes stared back at you through dirty plexiglass, the air buzzed faintly from the flickering lights and the ruined AC, moans that twisted with pleasure from strangers clung onto the dingy water stained wallpaper. The red light crawled over your face, sharpening your features, you still looked the same all those years ago. When you first invited him in your home, when he first held you within his arms, and when times were simple.

Within the beat of silence your face fractured and reassembled to display various emotion that only Remmick could see - that only he could understand.

Shock, anger, longing, fear, shame, joy, love, and contempt.

Remmick didn't flinch under your intense gaze, his shoulders hunched over as he rested his forearms over the denim jeans he wore, drinking in your expressions in an attempt to pinpoint exactly how you truly felt in the moment. The lump in his throat formed when he felt the sizzling hot vitriol that was directed towards him, yet the intense feeling was underlined with love. No matter how pissed you were at seeing his weatherworn face - you would always find it in your unbeating heart to cherish this man . The one who damned you to walk amongst the living within the shadows.

Alone.

"I thought so," you whispered, and the once stilted city accent transformed into your natural southern twang that was music to his ears. "You the reason I had a headache all goddamn night."

You turn your back towards Remmick again, swaying your hips slowly as the red light that loomed over you, the harsh red hues painting over the dusty pink lace lingerie set you wore. The garters pressed into the plush skin of your thighs and ass; the thin fabric holding up the sheer stockings, the hem of the stockings were lacy too, it matched your bra and panties - which left barely anything to the imagination. You rolled your shoulders as your hands raced up your body, cupping your breast as your face contorted into faux pleasure, teasing Remmick as he looked away from you.

"You want the helpless and lovesick girlfriend fantasy, huh? Then go to another booth and no refunds, by the way - so don't get mad if I don't moan your name like how I use to." You bitterly whimpered out, looking over your shoulder at the man, biting your lip when you finally finished your sentence. Those words were dripped in nothing but shallow sensuality. It sounded so foreign to him, this wasn't how you use to speak to him in the past and it shattered him to the core, it felt like a knife hit his gut and your blasé demeanor towards him made the feeling sting even more. Remmick's face twisted with anguish and remorse.

"I'm here because you called me--"

"I ain't call you...Haven't thought about your sorry ass since that night." You blurted out, cutting him off before he could even fully explain how he found you after all these years. You turned your lace covered body to face him again, your ex lover, who you thought was dead for the past decades. His appearance changed ever so slightly since the last time you've laid your eyes on him. His stubble grew a bit longer, sporting a short beard and mustache, losing the 1960s aesthetic in exchange for a more sensible getup.

He wore a brown leather jacket, the cuffs on the cheap faux leather cracked and chipped away due to friction mixed with age, and the jeans he wore were a dark blue denim. A casual white polo shirt with green decals, the buttons stopping just below his collar bone, and the golden chain peaked through the fabric.

After all this time he still had it.

A faint smile danced across your face at the sight of it, and the feeling of butterflies bloomed within your core. You still had your chain too, you never took it off, even when you've grown a distain for Remmick over the past years being separated. You wouldn't dare remove the jewelry, even when you've hit a few financial patches within your life living in the big city - damn near pawing off the clothes on your back - you always made sure to keep the necklace he gifted you.

"You're lyin'." Remmick replied knowingly, his dark irises glued onto the gold necklace that rested over your collar bone, his tone wasn't laced with cockiness nor superiority. He was just stating a fact that the two of you knew; you always thought about him the moment you two were forcibly separated from each others embrace.

Every second, minute, and hour...Remmick was always on your mind and that feeling was mutual.

"So what? You just felt me 'beg' for you within your mind, or somethin'? That you'll come and sweep me off my feet like some damsel in destress - that I'll thank you for savin' me? Please, that's too coinvent, Remmick. Too easy..." You spat out, your hips swaying with every word that slipped past your gloss covered lips, finally reaching the dingy plexiglass that barricaded you from him. The sound of your nails tapping against the glass made Remmick shiver, leaning forwards in the stool - he wanted to break that glass - he wanted to be close to you. It was agonizing not being able to feel your skin against his hands, to hear your steady breathing, and to bury his face within the coils of your hair like he'd always do.

"I never stopped lookin' for you, darlin'. I searched all over since that night, I busted my ass and raced against the sun - I kept going, even if I hadn't felt you! I knew you was out there, somewhere..." He desperately choked out, his voice cracking and fraying as his southern accent melted into his natural Irish twang, he urgently rushed out his words. He wanted you to know that his life for the past twenty odd years was spent searching for you; he needed you to know that. With a heaving chest he spoke again, this time in an attempt at appeal to your senses - to tug at your heartstrings that only he knew.

"You're hurtin' somethin' awful, pretty girl--"

"Stop! You don't got the right to do that, not anymore!" You shrieked out, the sound of your raised voice made Remmick jump back a bit, his brown eyes widening as he adverted his gaze. His calloused hand rubbed the back of his neck in an attempt to self sooth, tightening his jaw when he felt your once neutral gaze turn ice cold. The subtle feeling of yearning quickly turned sour within you - half of you thought he changed - that maybe what he was saying was the truth. But the fact he used your nickname that he gave you; the same one he would throw around when things didn't go his way made the malice you felt towards him bubble to the surface once again.

"Do what?" Remmick meekly replied as his heavy eyes flicked between your scantily clad frame and his boots. His shoulders hanging low and resembled that of a child being scolded.

"Pretend to understand me." You whispered and your hands laid flat against the plexiglass. Remmick gazed at your palms, his eyes resting on the left one, the one with that jagged and raised scar.

The scar that started this all.

"I ain't pretending..."

But before he could explain himself further the thick partition raced down the plexiglass, shielding you from his gaze, his eyes was met with darkness. A strained gasp fell from Remmick's lips he hadn't even realized that he was holding his breath and with shaky hands he fisted the token out of his pocket. With rushed movements, as if each second that past would be detrimental, he thumbed the token into the coin slot and the clinking of metal flooded his ears.

He let out a sigh of relief to see you still standing there, leaning on your back against the glass with your arms cross, and staring over your shoulder as a thick pause lingered over the two of you like a weighted blanket.

"You still rottin' away in Mississippi?" You asked.

"Yea'." Remmick replied.

"Lemme guess: you still gorgin' yourself on blood until you're sick, throwin' up in the mud too? All pathetic like?" You bitterly sighed but your gaze still lingered onto Remmick, soaking up his every movement through long mascara covered lashes.

"No, I-I haven't 'ate' in a week..." He confessed as his leg bounced up and down franticly. Your eyes widen at this, you're shocked that the man could even sit in one place without groaning in pain or worse.

Going feral.

But you noticed how sickly he looked, how much he hunched over with his hands ghosting over his torso, and you watched intensely as he bit his thumb. His sharp canines jabbing into his cold skin in a vain effort to control his hunger, trying his best to fight the beast within that plagued every vampire who stalks the night.

"You always take shit too far - with everything you do! It's either all or nothin', I can't stand it," you stated with a roll of your eyes, but you didn't break away your gaze from him, and with a heavy sigh you continued speaking again. "You think starvin' yourself, going through all that pain makes you a different man, that it makes you better? It doesn't you ain't changed at all."

"You're right, I ain't changed, but I'm doing this as penance...For failing you, baby. For breaking the one promise I told you before all of this shit, it's a damn shame," Remmick looked away from you again, unable to meet your gaze as the guilt brutally ate away at him. His body began to tremble, and you weren't sure if it was because of his guilt or if his hunger was finally overcoming him. "What kinda man am I?" He croaked out, and that pitiful sound made your harden expression soften.

"Look at me," you whispered, turning on your heel you faced him again, your hand pressing onto the glass. Remmick's vacant eyes stared back into your irises, and he reached for the glass. Standing up from the stool the metal seat was knocked over by his desperate movements, the sharp sound of it hitting against concrete cut through the tense air like a sharpen blade. He pressed his hand over yours, he wanted to touch you. Dammit, he needed to touch you. But the thick and grimy glass withheld you from him.

"My shift ends in two hours. So, until then take care of your problem. There's a park three blocks south of here, I go there when I ain't got nothin' to eat, this city is big no one watches over there...Just be smart about it." You stated and your eyebrows knitted together. Your mind raced with worry as you watched Remmick nod his head slowly, processing the information that you gave him. You knew that he wouldn't be in his right mind for much longer and even though half of you still held animosity towards him - at the end of the day you loved him.

He was your man, you were his woman, and at some point your heart belonged to him.

Even though he never deserved it...

"Come find me." You urged and hearing that request fall from your plump lips made Remmick breath catch within his throat. Just hours ago this request echoed inside of his mind: the precise cadence, the drawn out pause between 'find' and 'me', the phrase spilled from your lips just the same like it was within his head. Remmick's face twisted in the sudden weight of recognition as his eyebrows knitted tightly together, creating a crease that formed across his forehead, deep and sharp.

"Y-You said that, baby. You said that in my head, exactly like that hours ago..." He murmured, his voice barely above a hush, but your expression didn't shift. You leaned in closer, your breath fogging onto the glass, and your lips hovered just above it close enough to kiss the surface. The golden necklace that adorn your throat caught the red neon light, glowing under the harsh hues and panting your brown skin as if you were shining like the sun itself.

"W-Where?" Remmick asked, his voice cracking with need, but you only stared, soaking up his worn down and exhausted appearance. And then, without warning, the black partition fell. The dull mechanical thud slicing between the moment you both shared, your beautiful frame vanishing behind darkness as his own reflection stared back at him within the dirty glass.

Pale, sickly, and desperate.

"Wait - no, no! Fuck!" Remmick franticly shouted as his shaky hands fumbled within the pockets of his coat, when he couldn't feel anything but his wallet, he shoved his hands in the pockets of his jeans. His fingers scraped along the seams within the pockets of his pants, emptying out every forgotten receipt, loose change, and folded scrap paper.

But there was nothing; he ran out of tokens...

Staring at the barrier with pleading eyes and heavy breathing he'd hope that something within the universe would make the partition rise again, to bring you back in his gaze, but that of course didn't happen. Eventually he broke his needy stare away from the glass, taking a stumbled step away from the stained plexiglass, then another, and then another.

Reaching up Remmick adjusted the worn strap of his guitar case on his shoulder with a trembling hand, and with a long reluctant breath he turned and left the booth. The echo of your voice hammering within is fried thoughts as he followed your direction towards the park you spoke about; he needed to eat before he lose his already scattered mind.

"Come find me."

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The diner was dimly lit and the lights flickered, it was as if the fluorescent bulbs that loomed over the restaurant were too tired to shine fully, resembling the half asleep patrons who hunched over dirty tables. It was around four in the morning, but the outside world was still loud - still alive. The humming of distant sirens and the occasional honking of horns slipped through the dew slicked windows. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of burnt coffee and equally burnt eggs. The yellow and beige tiles were sticky in some places, still clinging onto congealed grease that spilled onto the floor hours prior.

The diner booths that you and Remmick shared was old, extremely so - but you both were older than this entire diner combined. The red vinyl seats cracked and peeled at the seams, yellow stuffing puffing out the cracks like a bleeding flesh wound, and the table between you two was stained with years of use. The wood coated with a sheen of coffee stains, stale grease, and old syrup. No matter how much they'd clean the wood it'll always have a sheen of grime.

Remmick sat across from you in silence, his guitar leaning against the red vinyl seat, and he rolled his shoulders. His brown eyes staring intensely at you soaking up your presence as if you were a work of art; you were in his eyes. His sharp jawline was half shrouded by the collar of his leather jacket that he zipped up all the way, beneath the coat was his bloodstained shirt that clung onto his body, he was always a messy eater.

You regarded him with calm faux detachment, and with raise of your eyebrow you finally broke the silence that loomed over the both of you.

"You'll catch flies starin' like that." You said, tilting your head towards his slack jaw, but Remmick didn't bother to change his facial expression, afraid that if he looked away for just a second you'd disappear from him once again. The intense look within Remmick's gaze was a mixture of longing and worship that twisted into sharp reverence like a knife that stabbed into his heart.

You shifted in your seat slightly, the red vinyl groaning beneath you, and your golden necklace caught the hues from the flickering neon sign that displayed 'Open 24/7', the jewelry creating a halo effect around you, making you look ethereal - other worldly and Remmick couldn't help but to lean in closer.

Your body was swallowed by a thick, oversized flannel style coat, the hem of the jacket brushed against your bare knees as you sat within the booth. The coat was heavy, its texture was wool like and rugged, and a patchwork of deep brown tones broken up with thin swaths of moss green and faded yellow streaks. It had the look of being once owned by someone who meant something to you, someone who was close - warm, shapeless - yet comforting.

Beneath the coat, a short black dress clung onto your body like second skin, and the fabric was thin and slightly see through. Remmick could see the soft pinks of your lingerie peaking through the dress, the thin fabric outlining your feminine shape, but the thick jacket concealed most of your frame from his lingering gaze.

And yet you still wore those heels.

The six inch clear Pleasers catching the dim light within the diner, they looked out of place against the greasy tiled floor, and with a roll of your ankle the soft sound of your heels clicking against the dirty floor grounded Remmick ever so slightly.

Without a word escaping your glossed covered lips, you leaned forward, your bangles clanking against each other filled the thick space that danced between the two of you. You reached your hand out for his face, your thumb gently grazing the corner of his mouth, a faint smear of blood still lingered onto his face. Slowly, you swiped your thumb across the blood, cleaning his face but your fingers wandered - tracing the edge of his jaw - grazing the short beard that adorned his handsome features.

Remmick caught your wrist within in calloused hand, not with force, but with unbearable desperation. He leaned into your touch, pressing his cheek against your knuckles, inhaling the scent that clung onto your skin. Familiar, comforting, home. Slowly, but with purpose, he guided your wrist towards his mouth and held it there. With closed eyes Remmick's lips brushed against your skin, yet he didn't kiss, all he wanted to do was to savor your touch. Even if just for a little, he was afraid that you'd pull away from him, sliding out of the booth and telling him to leave you alone - forever.

But you didn't.

A jolt racked through your body, the sensation of something tender, raw, and unwanted.

Unconditional love.

For years you imagined this; the feeling of his skin against yours, the weight of his body and devotion towards you, and those honey dipped words that would make your head spin each and every time he spoke to you. The old rhythm of your bond reawaken again after the decades of slumber. It was happening - finally. But this was far too easy...

You let your touch linger for a moment, then slowly you pulled your hand away, but Remmick caught your fingers within his. And your hands interlocked with each other, settling on the grimy tabletop, holding hands as if no time had passed between you both as if it was 1932 again.

You stared at your hand holding his with bitter happiness, you were angry with how natural this felt, and how easily you melted under his touch. Remmick hadn't earned your touch nor your grace, and he knew this, but you weren't willing to pull away from him.

You didn't want to pull away not ever again.

"Why here?" Remmick asked, his voice was low yet it cut through the intense silence that was shared between the two of you. His thumb brushing over your knuckles, outlining the bones underneath his fingers, he wanted to make sure that this was real and not some hunger induced hallucination he'd commonly suffer from the moment you left his side.

You didn't look at Remmick; your hazy eyes peered out the window where you watched a garbage truck push past the multiple taxis, and with a sigh your irises flicked towards Remmick.

"They're open twenty-four hours, I come here all the time after finishing my shift...I like people watchin', is all." You stated trying to dodge the question he asked, but Remmick only shook his head, he knew you too well. You were trying to not go into the chaos that truly brought you to this city, yet he needed to know this. It was only fair of course. With your eyes lingering on his features you spoke again, this time explaining your truth.

"It wasn't my idea. After our...'Family' got hit by them hunters and you left me for dead, I had to run," you whispered as your body stiffened under his touch, but you didn't pull away. "I just ran. Didn't know where I was goin' but all I could think about was you, though. Each step I took, every corner I turned, I thought you'd be there...Waitin' for me."

A long beat of silence settled over the booth, it was thick and unmoving, like the smog that loomed over the bustling city. You were the first one to break eye contact, blinking as your gaze wondered back onto the street, and your mind raced with distraught yet tender thoughts.

"I ended up stumblin' into a small town just past the state line, bangin' on doors bleedin' out and burnin' from the sun. 'Course nobody answered, it wasn't until this man opened his door," you said in a hushed tone, your voice was so quiet that it was muffled slightly by the florescent buzzing of the lights and the clatter from the diner's kitchen. Remmick felt your grasp on his hand tighten, which earn you a soft squeeze back, urging you to continue your story. "He just stood there in his boxers, mouth wide open and starin' at me like I was a bat outta hell, I thought he was gonna slam that door on my face or worse shoot me down on his porch..."

"But he didn't." Remmick finished.

"He invited me in, bandaged me up, fed me some real food - but we both know that didn't do much - yet he ain't say 'nothin. Even when my wounds closed up and healed quicker than the 'average'." You sighed out and the corners of your mouth slightly twitched upwards as the memories of him flooded your senses; he was such a kind man, a loving one who had no agendas you're convinced that he was an angel in disguise.

"He was a painter; a damn good one, too. His hands were always covered in ash and yellow hues." You gushed as your small grin turned into a wide smile that was filled with nothing but adoration, but seeing how your once chilled demeanor quickly warmed up once you talked about your 'savior' made Remmick's unbeating heart twist with jealously and guilt, but he let you continue.

"He was too big for that small ass town, he was already plannin' on booking it to New York before I came along. Always goin' on and on about this damn city; said it was the place to be...I had no where to go, so I stayed with him, by his side. And he never questioned it, he just offered space. At night I'd sneak out to actually eat somethin' and every night he'd wait for me, invitin' me in, covered in paint with this tender expression on his face." You laughed and your hands picked at your natural hair, the coils snapping in place - biting your lip in an attempt to stifle your chuckles that were filled with nothing but...

Love.

"You love him?" Remmick asked. It came out soft, not a challenge nor a judgmental accusation, he just wanted to know. His thumb stilled over your knuckles, and with a tightened jaw Remmick's throat began to ache it felt like he just swallowed a pint of stale coagulated blood. You flinched at his question and your lips parted only to close shut as you avoided Remmick's gaze once again, your eyes staring at your hand that held onto his.

Remmick already knew the answer, he had known as soon as you spoke with so much fondness and respect, regaling the memories about the stranger with warmth not just about how he saved you from the sun - but him entirely. It was the same way you spoke about Remmick before that fateful night...

The numb pain within his chest grew sharp and hot with jealousy. And the green sickening emotion quickly transformed into that of grief, the kind that stung hot like the sunrays, you were being loved right, for the first time in all those years, and your love was given to someone who deserved it.

Someone who wasn't Remmick...

He failed you. Not once, not twice, but three times now. He let you slip away from him after damning you to hell with him, only for you to be saved by someone else; some damn stranger! And it angered him something awful. But his anger wasn't directed towards you, that would never happen, and surprisingly it wasn't even directed at the mysterious painter.

He was angry at himself.

"Yes. But not like how I love you, I-I was so alone, Remmick. I was broken and lost - I never felt that much...Pain before in my life," you stammered out, trying your best to explain away the visible discomfort that Remmick displayed. He looked at you and his hand was still in yours, it shocked you that he didn't pull away from your touch. The old him would've cursed you out, spitting on your name and telling you to leave him be until he was in the mood to get fucked or if he was hungry.

He'd even command you to kill your lover in front of him.

Yet he just sat there, listening to your words, understanding your pain without passing judgment, even though the information you gave pained him greatly.

"I know." Was all Remmick uttered, leaning back into the chipped vinyl, but this action made you lean forwards now. The oversized jacket, which he could now assumed belonged to your mortal lover, slipped off of your shoulder, exposing the thin black strap of your dress.

"I was hurtin', Remmi...Even when my ex-husband did me bad, I ain't felt pain like this until you left me. I-It felt like my heart was ripped outta my chest, I couldn't breathe without cryin' out for you. I never had to live my life by myself in a long time. I always relied on you - on your guidance, on your every word," you confessed, and then a short pause lingered over the two of you until you finish you're statement with: "...He made me remember who I was and I'll always, always be grateful for him enterin' my life when he did."

Remmick nodded slowly at your words, the truth of how you felt seeped into his heart like alcohol within a open wound. There was nothing cruel with what you said, and he reassured you that you didn't betray him, you just did what you needed to do to survive.

"When we both moved here, he was so excited, that look on his face...It didn't take long for things to get sour, though. He realized who I was - what I am. One night he saw my eyes, my fangs, and I couldn't hide myself no more." You whispered and your eyes stared past Remmick's shoulder, peering into the distance as if reliving that night shared with your lover.

"What you do?" Remmick asked with a pained sigh.

"He asked me if I killed anyone before, I answered honestly, and then he asked me if I ever turned someone." Your tone was vacant, hollow, and empty. With words you spoke was nipping at your heart and you continued with a bitter laugh, an attempt to ground yourself. "I left him before he could even ask me about it again, he was a kind man, and he doesn't deserve to become a...Haint just because a heartbroken woman scorned by her lover showered him in hollow affection, pretendin' that his touch was yours every single night. He deserved better."

"I saw myself in him, that same blind devotion I had towards you, the kind of devotion that makes a person offer up their life without knowing what they're truly givin' away..." You mumbled and for the first time the two of you sat there, stewing in the silence across from each other. Not as lovers, or haints, or even vampires. But as people who both broken someone down so selfishly in the name of love.

"So, enlighten me. Where you go - after the attack?" It was your turn to ask about Remmick's whereabouts. Beneath the stillness within Remmick's tense disposition he slightly shifted within his seat, this thumb slightly drummed against the back of your hand as he began his story.

"I went to feed..." Remmick replied, rubbing the side of his neck with one hand, it was pathetic - almost childlike, as if he's been caught doing something he shouldn't have been doing in the first place.

"Right after you promise me you'd stop, figures." You shook your head, but you didn't pull away from him, in fact you tightened your hold on his hand.

"I know, I know..."

Remmick explained to you that he was starving after your quarrel with him, that he promised himself that would be the last night of him gorging himself off of blood only eating when needed, but that promise was fulfilled quicker than anticipated. He was cornered by vampire slayers, two of them. One pointed a shotgun right at his temple and the other pressed a wooden stake where his heart would be, standing behind Remmick, they asked him if he'd remembered their faces - what he did to all those people he senselessly killed.

"I had no clue who they were talkin' about...That pissed them off somethin' fierce," Remmick whispered. Clearing his throat he explained that how he got away; he killed them. But alas he was beaten and bruised, weakened by the garlic and iron that they used against him, the pain was unbearable.

"I felt everythin', darlin...You and the others, ya'lls screams, the fires, and gunshots wounds. I was useless, every time I would try to move the pain from the family rip straight through me. I was dyin from you all - ya'll pain was killin' me. So..." Remmick trailed off, pushing his free hand into the pocket of his thick jacket, and your gaze grew intestinally.

"So?" You urged on.

"I closed my mind to it, I locked ya'll out to save myself." He rushed out, biting his lip as he tried to ground himself, the sight of his sharp canines jabbing into the soft skin of his bottom lip steeled you ever so slightly. "That's when I couldn't feel you anymore, but I made sure to send you one last command before cuttin' the thread; I told you to run."

"I hoped you would make it a-and you did! I couldn't go back, the sun was risin' and I dragged myself in a cave nearby, hidin' in the dark like a coward. I convinced myself that those hunters would be watin' on me. it was too dangerous and I made it up mind to just...Cut my loses." Remmick hissed as his face twisted in pain and self loathing, his already anxious demeanor doubled as he looked down at the table, avoiding your eyes in a motion that simulating bowing.

"I'm sorry, dammit. I'm so sorry, baby." Remmick choked out, his voice fraying with every syllable. His hand that was once within the pocket of his coat rubbed at the back of his neck rougher this time. You slightly flinched at how violent this once self soothing method quickly turned into, you're sure his hand would leave behind a bruise that'll quickly heal, but the fact that he resulted to this as a form of punishment made you wince in worry.

You swallowed. "I forgive you," and your fingers trailed out of his, only to trace the veins on the back of his hand. "But don't mistake my forgiveness with forgettin'..."

Remmick sucked in a slow and shallow breath, his jaw tightening at your words and the feeling of your fingers tracing small shapes across his cold skin.

"You think comin' up here unannounced and tellin' me you're sorry is gonna fix it? That I'll just revert back into that girl who worshiped the ground you walked on?" You asked, but you knew that Remmick understood healing this relationship you shared wouldn't be as easy as before. "I thought lovin' you meant serving you, I thought I owed you my devotion; but you made me think that..."

You leaned forward, your elbows resting on the table while your hands cupped your chin, ultimately removing your touch from Remmick. The sound of your golden bracelets revibrated through the quieting diner, it was about that time where people were done with their meals, leaving for work or heading home. Remmick's eyes were fixated on your every move while his breathing became slightly ragged from your absent touch. With a sharp chuckle you spoke again.

"Don't get it twisted - I am thankful that you turned me. You freed me from my shit husband, without you I would've probably died bitter and alone; raising grandkids that ain't even mine. You taught me that I didn't have to be afraid of dyin', or livin', you made me see myself," your voice stern yet it didn't drip with any animosity, your anger that you held onto for so long finally chipped away, never would you have thought this meeting would go down like this you and Remmick both changed for better or for worse. "I found my power within this body I found the courage to keep goin' even though I know our kind is damned, stuck here...But I finally found myself."

"I ain't that depressed preacher's wife you shacked up with all those years ago, darlin'. I ain't a shadow and I damn sure don't take orders, I'm not kneelin' to another man ever again. The sun gonna have to strike me down for that to happen." you then leaned back, crossing your arms over your chest as your eyes scanned Remmick's face, trying to find what was racing through his head. Even though you shared thoughts between each other, he was still your sire, which meant he had the choice to lock you out of his thoughts - preventing you from diving deeper within his mind.

"I'm free now, even if that means showin' my ass to perverts in a rat infested dump. For the first time in my life I can finally do whatever I want and I intend to keep it that way." You finished with a shrug of your shoulders.

"I don't wanna rule over you - not anymore. I'm not the same man from all those years ago, either. I-I just want to know you again, to see you and make sure you're...Safe." Remmick finally spoke, resting his arm over the vinyl seat, his eyes softening at your words. He finally realized your true emotions, your true thoughts, and feelings. Even though in the past he'd scour your mind endlessly for hours, reliving your faded memories as if they were his own, but his old self never put much stock in them. It was a form of control, understanding every inch of you in an attempt for you to solely rely on him, and it worked - until it didn't.

But now Remmick finally took off those rose colored glasses, putting his ego in check, and he saw the real you.

The good, the bad, the ugly, and the complicated.

You...

And the 'you' that he was finally able to see, past the fog of unfair expectation he gave you, was beautiful.

He didn't want to ruin you; stripping your personality down to bare bones and devouring your essence for himself, not again.

"I'll leave...I won't bother you no more, I..." But he trailed off. The whole of his being fought to stay with you, his cold and coagulated blood screamed to stay by your side, to never let you go. But he loved you more than this 'instinct' of connection that a sire has on their fledgling, he needed you to be happy, and if that was without him than so be it. Sliding out of the booth he reached for the guitar case that rested on the cracked vinyl, slinging the instrument over his shoulder.

You watched with an open mouth, your face fixed in a shocked expression, and without a second thought you spoke: "I figure you don't got anywhere to stay for the mornin'?"

"Yea', I didn't exactly plan on coming here so suddenly in the first place. But I'll figure it out, pretty girl...Always do."

"...Why figure it out when you can just stay with me?" You breathlessly asked. You were pissed at Remmick, hated the man, but you were in love with him too. Always thinking about him. And the fear of him leaving you again raced through your body intensely. You didn't want him to go, to leave, to abandon you.

"Stay with me, Remmi...Until the sun goes down at least."

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The sharp sound of gravel crunched with each step in your six inch heels, you walked side by side with Remmick, your shoulder brushing against his arm as you both ascended up the concrete stairs. In the distance muffled sounds of dogs barking, hums from cheap box televisions seeped through the thin motel walls, and drunken shouting coming from a couple who were downstairs by the mold rimmed pool. A piercing shatter of a glass bottle hitting the concrete followed by an earsplitting 'fuck you!' that made Remmick flick his eyes towards the couple downstairs.

"Don't worry they do this every weekend." You reassured.

Your room was the third one within the many rows of chipped doors, the golden '56' that hung on the door shined brightly under the orange ember of the street lights. An airy laugh escaped your lungs as you kneeled down, grabbing onto a plastic box shaped grocery bag. You handed the bag quicky to Remmick and began fishing your keys out of your heavy purse.

Looking down at the mysterious item within his hands he asked with a tilt of his head: "What is this?"

"It's food, my neighbor Ms. Edith always leaves me leftovers. Spaghetti, meatloaf, anything made in a crockpot, really." You said as the golden bangles on your wrist clicked against each other, pulling out your keys and sliding it into the lock, the sound of your door unlocking sent a small smile to your face.

Remmick looked confused as his eyes flicked between you and the leftovers in his hands. Surely you weren't eating 'mortal' food? With furrowed eyebrows Remmick began to speak, but you beat him to it.

"I don't eat it, obviously! I give it to some of the girls I work with, most of 'em live off of fast food and liquor, so they love a home cooked meal." You replied pushing the heavy door open. The rich syrupy smell of incense wafted through the air and hit Remmick's nose, the scent was practically pulling him in, but alas as ancient rules go he couldn't just waltz in without some sort of invite.

Stepping inside you tossed your purse carelessly into the seat of a chair. "Come in." You said in a knowing tone, which made Remmick's body cross the threshold. The room that you called home was dim, the only light source was the soft flickering of the tv, it was playing one of those nature documentaries but this one was about the different species of bats in the wild.

Ironic.

The faint smell of iron lingered within the strong incense while his eyes scanned over the environment surrounding him. A low double bed sat within the corner of the room, but instead of the usual motel bedsheets the mattress was draped with multiple thick comforters, all of which were different colors and patterns. The curtains were pitch black and drawn over the windows, he was confident that the sun wouldn't leak into the room, and the low humming of a box fan that sat on top of a grey minifridge within the corner caught his attention.

Kicking off your heels with a content sigh, your bare feet finally laid flat against the brown carpet, stretching your back you lulled your head towards the minifridge.

"Put that in the fridge, please. Wanna keep it fresh for my girls." You stated. Remmick obeyed your request without a word, moving to the fridge and placing the food within, turning on his heel he watched you slip off the heavy jacket you wore - tossing it onto a pile of other clothes next to your bed. His eyes raced across your body, drinking in your shape as the tight dress hugged your figure nicely, and the realization struck him like a silver bullet.

This is the first time in decades that the two of you were together, in the same room, alone. This wasn't a memory he'd relieve every morning nor was it a dream.

This was reality; the present.

Noticing him staring, you decided to break the ice.

"Work was awful tonight, some guy tried to jam a dollar bill in the coin slot like a damn vending machine. Another one kept moaning like a dog in heat - quite literally the worse sound I ever heard in my life, ugh." You joked, which earn you huff through the nose from Remmick, a small smile tugging onto his plump lips. "How was your day? Aside from starvin' yourself, the the skull splittin' headache, and reuniting with your ex-girlfriend?"

"Uneventful, I've became a shut in, mostly stayin' in my apartment." Remmick replied as he slipped off the guitar off of his back, leaning the instrument on the dingy water stained wall. "And ex? We didn't officially 'call it quits'."

"Ah, looks like we've traded personalities then!" You laughed. The sound of your laughter sent shockwaves of happiness through Remmick, if his heart could still beat it'll be racing by now, he could hear you laugh for the rest of his life. "Besides, I ain't seen you in twenty-four years, and during those years I thought you were dead so..."

"Mhm, well I'm here now, pretty girl. And I took the train here, so that was enough eventfulness for me." He shot back and the small grin turned into a wide toothy smile, showing off his sharp fangs.

It's been too long since he genuinely smiled he almost forgot how to.

"The train?" You asked, slipping off the jewelry that you wore, only keeping that golden necklace on. "Oh, we old, old! You know the mortals fly commercially now, they got these big ass plans with the fancy dvd players for each passenger - and they give 'em mini bottles of liquor when asked."

"Seems fancy, too fancy for me, though. I prefer the quiet, no one bothers you on a train."

"Please, nobody rides 'em except for dusty vampires and serial killers often you get a two in one deal," you jested, referring to Remmick's not so grand days that happened in the 60s. He slightly stiffened at your joke but you quickly reassured him. "Sorry easy joke, baby. But I agree, the train is my comfort place too...God - we sitting here talkin' about trains. We're so elderly."

"I'd argue that we're timeless."

"Which is just a pretty word that delusional vampires use instead of the real deal: ancient!"

A pause lingered over the conversation as you both stared into each other's eyes, you were the first one to break the staring contest as you gazed at the tv behind Remmick, your bare feet kicking at the soft carpet until you spoke again.

"I see you luggin' that thing around, still got that 'ol banjo?"

"No, lost it many years ago. Swapped her for a guitar, got plenty of other instruments back home, though. But recently the quality of 'em keeps droppin', can't find a good replacement of her." Remmick stated, which made you smile sympathetically. Remmick loved that banjo, often referring to that southern instrument as 'she' or 'her', so you know it pained him to lose it.

"I'll get you one," you said with a tender smile. "I know nothin' will replace her, but I got connections I'll make sure you get one of quality."

"Thank you, lass." Remmick uttered, slightly taken aback by your offer, you were too sweet for your own good - especially to a rotten man like him. He was forever in your debt and each day that passed, even when being apart for so long, he was always reminded of your kindness.

Of your grace.

You nodded your head in silent agreement and with fluid movements your nimble hands reached for the hem of your dress, pulling up the thin fabric up your body and over your shoulders. Your bronzed body was now clad in only your lingerie you wore working, except for the garters and stockings that laid flush against your thighs, you toss those in your purse after clocking out. Remmick's eyes widen as his mouth hung slack, he seen you naked more times than he could count, but it's been so long.

Too long.

It felt like the very first night that you two crossed paths all those years ago. He wanted to look away, to give you privacy, but you were too damn beautiful. You chuckled at his response, he looked like a smitten school boy seeing his crush undress for the very first time, it was adorable to you. And it also reignited the lust that burned only for him within your loins.

"I always shower before bed, the city is too grimy, you'd be a brave fool to crawl into bed without washin' up first." You whispered as your feet waltz towards him, closing the space between the two of you.

"You should shower too, y'know. With me...I can still smell the blood on you."

"I haven't...bathed with anyone in decades." Remmick mumbled as his breath hitched within his throat, yet he desperately wanted you to touch him, your fingers grasp around the metal zipper of his jacket slowly pulling the zipper down until the coat was open. Your eyes were met with a bloodstained shirt, the white cotton clung onto the crimson ichor as your hands raced underneath the stained fabric, feeling his toned muscles underneath your touch. You sighed as your hands traced over the dips and valleys of his abs, his muscles flexed under your feather light touch, you missed kissing him there.

"We're gonna have to get you a bib, or somethin'." You laughed but Remmick only shuddered under your hands rubbing against him. Ever since that night he lost interest in anything intimate, you were the only woman that touched him like this since then, so needless to say he was a little rusty when it came to sexual advances and flirting.

He watched as your hands left him, causing his face to twist with need, but your hands grabbed onto his thick jacket, sliding it off of his broad shoulders with his help. The soft thud of his coat hitting the carpet made you bite your lip, your fangs slightly jabbing into your plump gloss covered bottom lip. Your eyes raked over his strong biceps, landing on the vein that pressed against his pale skin, you wanted to trail your lips over it, maybe even take a bite.

But you pulled yourself back, taking it slow, and your hands rested at the hem of his shirt. You gazed into Remmick's eyes, asking for consent with intense exchanges of looks between each other, and without uttering a single word he nodded his head urging you to continue your movements. You pulled his stained shirt up over his head, his already messy brown hair falling back into its disheveled place, you tossed the shirt onto the floor. A gasp fell from your lips, you didn't even release you were holding your breath, but the sight of his half nude bloody form made you giddy.

It was as if he was sculpted by master artists; as if he was made out of ivory and stone. Your pointer finger raced up his blood soaked chest making him shiver like a leaf in the wind from this action, you stopped your finger, resting it on the necklace that hung around his collar bones. The silence between you two was heavy, but the muffle of the narrator's soothing voice slightly put Remmick at ease.

The narrator was explaining the average wing span of a fruit bat.

"You're long overdue, Remmi...But so am I." You whispered as the rest of your hand rested at the base of his neck. "You can touch me like how you use too, it's okay, baby." You reassured, noticing that his arms remained at his sides, giving you the impression of fearing to touch you. He nodded his head as his calloused hands hovered over your hips, and with a passing beat he placed them softy onto your skin. A deep sigh of relief escaped his lungs, it was as if touching you was all he truly needed.

You both knew that it was.

Pulling yourself closer towards him, your chest laid flush against his, and the old ichor that clung onto his skin seeped through your bra, paining the pink lace turning it into a stained rouge color. Dark eyes filled with need, desire, and forlorn clashed with each other. The both of you teetering over the line to see who would make their move first, your mouth hovered over his, and his hands that were once rested on your hips trailed up your body - his once knowing hands now quivered with anxious yearning.

You placed a tender kiss on Remmick's trembling lips, closing the sliver between the two of you, guiding him with the soft yet passionate kiss. Your lips danced against his making the vampire moan into your mouth, his strong hand holding the back of your head to deepen the kiss, the feeling of his calloused scratched your scalp and the sensation made your mind spiral. His tongue licked into your mouth in desperation while your hands reached for the clasp of your bra. Remmick's large hand that was once nestled deep within your coils and curls rested over yours, helping you undo the bra, not breaking the kiss as the thin fabric was tossed to the side.

It was his turn to undress himself as he reached for the buckle of his belt, you pulled away from the kiss - which earned a whimper from him - but your plump lips latched onto the sensitive skin on his neck. He groaned out your name at the feeling of your sharp canines dragged against the crook of his neck, teasing the artery that once sustained his body; all that the vein did now was pump cold, thick, dark, and coagulated blood.

It tasted truly divine to you.

Remmick's blood had a rich, oaky, and natural taste. It reminded you of a homecooked meal that took hours to prepare; made with love, patience, and care. And the full bodied taste of his ichor would always cool your nerves, not to mention it would taste even better when he would hold you in his arms, whimpering for you to have your fill. Your tongue licked up his neck, stopping at the bottom of his ear, and you began sucking on the spot that only you knew that drove him crazy. Remmick fought against the belt buckle until he sighed out in victory, finally unbuckling himself as his hands now tugged at the waistband of his jeans.

Remmick's sighs morphed into whimpers as your teeth slightly sank into his skin, the sharp sting of pain mixed with pleasure made him roll his eyes back, he could feel you drooling on his skin. He pushed himself closer to you, encouraging to drink deeper from him, chanting praises about how good your teeth felt against his neck. The soft thud of his jeans hitting the carpet made you smile, and with one last lick you pulled your mouth away from his attacked neck, the punctured wound already healing itself.

"You look so fuckin' beautiful," Remmick whispered as he cupped your face. Your eyes were lids were heavy from tasting his blood; it's been too long and the bold taste made you dazed for a few seconds, the headrush earned a lopsided smile from you as your mouth and chin was drenched with his blood. "You can use me all night. I-I want you to get drunk off me, pretty girl."

With a nod in agreement you planted a sloppy peck onto his lips, your thumb hooked underneath the thin waistband of your panties, pulling the off of your hips and down your bare legs. Your eyes, once full of faux life and humanity quickly transformed into pale vampiric irises, your pale eyes clashing against your brown skin. It made you look as if you were otherworldly, and Remmick couldn't stop gawking at you, you were a work of art that needed to be cherished.

Needed to be worshiped and sang about.

You stared at Remmick's nude form, he was naked just like you, and a airy chuckle escaped your bloodied lips.

"You took your boxers off with your jeans? Looks like someone's eager..." You mumbled as your fingers trailed down his body, halting your movements just above his already hard cock. Remmick groaned at this and he attempt to pull you closer towards him, but you playfully pushed him away from you with a soft shove against his chest. "You musta forgot: we needa shower first."

Your skilled hands reached for his and with interlocked fingers you guided Remmick towards the small bathroom, the sharp creek of the wooden door opening pierced his ears. With a flick of a light switch the room lit up with a florescent ember glow, painting the tiles in a cider shade. With your hands now resting on Remmick's biceps, you placed him besides the glass shower, and with a turn of your heel you pulled the water stained glass door open. Leaning forward your nimble fingers turned the shower knob and the sound of rushing water flowed out of the head of the shower.

The water was hot as thick steam rolled off of the tile walls, floating within the air, and clinging onto the cream yet chipped wallpaper. With open arms you pulled Remmick back into your embrace, and your lips crashed into his. His tongue desperately licked into your mouth, tasting his blood that danced across your mouth, the kiss grew more hungry as your foot stepped back into the shower.

Remmick followed.

Pulling the sticky glass door shut behind him. The hot water danced across his skin, easing the tense muscles within his shoulders, the water crept down his body - tracing over the hard dips and valleys of his arms, chest, and abdomen. He pushed your body flush against the ice cold tile, your back arching against the surface as a laugh fell from your lips, chuckling into his open mouth. The shower water washed away the blood from both of your bodies, the once clear water turning pink as it swirled down the rusty shower drain.

Remmick's large hand raced up your slick wet curves, stopping at the plush of your breast, cupping the soft mound as his fingers slowly pinched at your sensitive bud. He rolled your nipple within his rough digits, the sharp pain of pleasure sent shockwaves down your body and towards your aching pussy, a breathy moan fell from your plump lips. You threw your head back as the water cascaded down your face, washing away the makeup that clung onto your face, black lines of mascara crawled down your cheeks. Remmick pressed his face against the crook of your neck, placing sloppy kisses against your skin stopping to kiss the shell of your ear.

"Drink from me again, baby...I wanna be consumed by you." Remmick begged. His words made you squeeze your thighs together, trying your best to ease the throbbing ache of your clit, you wanted him to touch you - to fuck you against the tiles. You pushed him away from you again, your hands ran up his pecks, resting them onto his broad shoulders. Slowly your tongue dragged against the same spot you drank from earlier, and without missing a beat you bit down again, the thick blood painting against his skin. Remmick whimpered as his hand rested on your hip, while the other crept between your thighs, pressing his thick fingers against your throbbing clit.

You bucked your hips against his hand as he slowly rubbed circles around the sensitive bud, the sensation of his fingers slowly working over your wet sex made your maw tighten around his throat which made Remmick smile in bliss.

"Mhm, j-just like that..." He cried out, lulling his head back as his fingers picked up speed, and your nails scratched against his skin. With careful yet precise movements Remmick pushed two fingers inside of you, his ring and middle fingers nestled inside of your warmth, and his knuckles brushed against your swollen clit as he slowly fucked you with his fingers. You squirmed underneath his fingers as the hot water danced over you back and shoulders, the water clinging into your hair, making your natural tresses coil tightly to frame your face.

With a scissoring motion of his fingers he picked up the pace, earning a sigh of pleasure from you, your blood soaked mouth pulling away from his neck. With his free hand he held your face and his once brown irises transformed into a blazing ruby red shade, cutting through the steam that shielded both of your bodies within the shower. The wet sounds of your pussy being pleasured by Remmick's thick fingers were slightly muffled by the water beating against the glass sliding door and grimy tiles, yet the both of you could still hear it, soaking in the raunchy sound as if it was a beautiful symphony. Rolling your hips against his fingers you bit your lip, the shine of his dark blood on your mouth only drew him in closer towards you.

You were already feeling so full by just his fingers, and with a heaving chest your lips ghosted over his open mouth, his eyebrows knitted together at your actions - it was as if he was trying to taste your honey coated words.

"Come to me, open yourself to me, and make me realize what I've been missin' all these years, baby..." You groaned out as his fingers pressed deeper into your pussy at your statement. Obediently he nodded his head as his fingers picked up the pace, fucking into your core until a creamy mess was formed between his hand and your dripping pussy. Your body began to tremble against his as the tight coil of burning pleasure tugged within your core, begging for its release.

Whimpers and moans cascaded from your mouth and melted into the sounds of the shower. Remmick would pull his fingers out to rub tight circles on your clit, re-entering you to fill you up with the thrusting of his fingers, and then pull out again. The repeating actions of his hands working over your creamy and wet sex made your head spin, and with a slack mouth you screamed out a sharp 'fuck' as your eyes rolled into the back of your head. The knot within your core snapped like a rubber band and the floodgates of your orgasm rushed out of you, your legs shaking dangerously under your weight as Remmick pressed you against the wall with his toned body, steading your shivering body that racked with reaching your climax.

Remmick slowed his movements as he helped you ride out your orgasm, his red irises scanning over your face that twisted in ecstasy, and his mouth placed sloppy yet tender kisses on your cheek and jawline. You breath heavy against his ear as your hands tangled into his wet hair - your fingers splitting the soaked brown strands that clung onto the back of his neck. Remmick pulled his fingers out of your spent core, making you shiver from slight overstimulation, but what he did next only made your core clench with the need to be filled again.

He placed his fingers that were slick with your juices inside of his mouth, his tongue and sharp fangs greedily lapped up the sweet taste of you - a moan of satisfaction oozed from him as he continued to suck on his fingers. Slowly he dragged his tongue across his rough knuckles, licking at the velvety cream from your wet pussy off of his hand, he made sure that none of it went to waste and you watched on in awe.

Remmick reached for your thighs, lifting you up by your wet legs, making you yelp out in surprise. Your breast pressed firmly against his chest as he held you close to him, your forehead rested on his chin as you watched Remmick pump himself within his hand, your eyes gazed intensely as he jerked himself. His already hard dick growing stiffer as the thick vain that trailed up towards his leaking tip throbbed with anticipation of entering you. Lulling his head back your eyes locked into his while your hand scratched at his scalp, the soft tresses of his hair tangling between your fingers.

"I'm ready to show you...I'm not scared anymore." He mumbled. You weren't sure what he was referring to, but you simply nodded your head, which made Remmick sigh in comfort. Your legs wrapped around his waist while your arms steadied yourself over his shoulders, hugging him close, your nose brushing against his. And without warning he placed his tongue onto your bloodied chin, dragging the pink muscle over your chin and towards your swollen lips, cleaning off the blood that clung onto your skin and replacing the thick gore with saliva, yet it still left behind a shade of crimson on your face. You tried to catch his tongue with your lips, tilting your head up to follow his movements but he pulled away from you, a strained whine escaping your lungs.

You watched as his cheeks hollowed and you noticed that he didn't even bother to swallow the blood he had just lapped up from your face; instead he held the thick ichor within his mouth, leaning back as a thick string of red saliva slowly dripped from his lips. You gasped at the sight as your pussy clenched around nothing, the bloody drool slowly crept between you two, landing straight on his harden cock that wept with precum. His hand began to pump himself again and your eyes flicked between his flexing bicep and his heavy dick bobbing up and down from his own touch.

"Drink from me...I wanna feel you drain me while I fuck you - dammit! I-I needa feel that pain, I gotta," he whined as his hand moved faster, pumping his dick within his hand with a rapid tempo. "Please, please, please."

Your hands cupped his face and slowly your fingers trailed down his jawline, stopping to press down on the punctured wound your sharp teeth left behind. Remmick hissed in pain but he continued his plea for you to bite him again, as if your venomous fangs could absolve him from years of sins he committed. Your other hand that was once holding his face lovingly was now nestled within his hair, and with a sharp tug you pulled his head back, exposing his ivory neck that was covered in thick crimson. The water from the rusty shower head slowly washed away the blood that painted his skin, but alas - your mouth returned to the open wound and you began to feast. Gorging yourself on his rich and savory blood as if you hadn't eaten anything in weeks.

Holding the base of his cock within his hand Remmick lightly taps the tip of his dick onto your throbbing clit, making you moan with a slight flinch, your back arching as your tongue dragged against the flesh wound you left behind - pulling the blood out of his cold artery. His rough and calloused hand cupped your ass as he rubs his drool soaked dick between your slick folds, slightly poking at your entrance as he drag himself up and down, only stopping to tap his leaking tip on your clit. He was teasing himself, trying his best to savor your touch, and the softness of your body.

But dammit! You needed him to fuck you senseless...

Remmick whimpered as your sharp fangs bit down harder, your hand that was tangled in his wet hair yanked his head back, but he continued to rub himself against your dripping folds. A beat passed as he dragged his dick against your aching pussy one last time - and he entered you - the feeling of his thick cock pushing past your soft walls made your already foggy mind spin in pleasure.

A guttural moan ripped through your body, slowly you try to detach your mouth from his neck, to give your praises to him. But his strong hand held onto the back of your head, holding your face flush against his neck. He was serious about you draining him dry. He drags his length out of you, only his tip nestled within your clenching walls, and he rocks his hips back into you - hitting your sweat spot deliciously inside you. You bucked your hips to met his, both of you ravenous and out of sync, yet the feeling of him fucking you into the wet tiles made your core burn with pleasure. Tasting his blood on your lips and his cock ramming into your soaking pussy made your mind buzz with overwhelming emotions.

And then it happened.

Memories crashed into you like waves in a tsunami; memories that weren't yours. Your body froze in place as Remmick continued to buck his hips into you, sharp grunts revibrating from your chest with each thrust he made, yet the fuzzy echo of nostalgia pulled you from your body - it was as if you were floating overhead - observing a movie on the big screen. You felt everything that Remmick felt; the wind, the tall grass nipping at his skin, and the sun.

So warm...

The golden sun enveloped his form like a blanket, swaddling him in comfort and security. He laid within the grass, sweat clinging onto his face and neck, yet the soft wind cooled down his heated body. Tall hills rolled past the the tree line, green and endless, and the sky was crystal clear - not a cloud in sight. His hands, cracked and bruised, rested on his chest.

A beating heart.

Rough hands that were owned by a carpenter, the kind that barely made any money - spending his days shaping wells and homes. In the distance muffled sounds of horses galloping hit your ears, yet you couldn't see, Remmick didn't bother to tilt his head up to look. Fear tugged within his heart as words of Englishmen spreading their reach on his land, quiet whispers exchanged between villagers about strange new laws, unjust taxes, and even stranger beliefs.

He decided to clear his head by lounging outside of his cottage, listening to the birds sing their songs, wishing that the pain and hurt he was experiencing would blow away with the summer breeze. His wife had stopped singing, stopped stitching and sewing her days away, all she did now was lay in bed.

Crying.

His daughter, looked just like him, past away a year ago from sickness. Grief rattled within his bones with each breath he took, this life was hell, and it didn't help that an Englishman offered him something that he couldn't refuse.

Gold.

In exchange of his labor, he'd pay Remmick in hard gold, the fear and anger tugged within his rapid heart beat. Yet he couldn't refuse - he had a family to feed. Yet the choice gnawed at him like rot within bog water.

He wished he had refused.

Fear, pain, isolation. The feeling of razor sharp teeth plunging in the warmth of his skin, sharp fingernails holding his trembling body in place, and the screams of terror were only met with the squelching of his blood hitting cobblestone. Your body began to tremble, began to shake, and tears pricked at the corner of your eyes. In exchange of gold and false pretenses this...Vampire took his life.

Remmick's life.

He was trapped here now, no where to turn to, no one to save him. And his once clear yet troubled mind was warped, clouded by his sire's sick ideals, Remmick was under his spell - force to do anything that his sire asked for. It was hell, it was torture. Your mind raced, broke apart, scattered, and repaired itself as you scanned Remmick's faded memories. Your mouth pulled away from his neck and your eyes widen in shock, tears that clung within your eye lashes spilled over, your chest heaved heavily in an attempted to catch your breath.

It felt like you've just got punched in the gut.

Remmick held you close, still nestled deep within your core, and his hips slowly met yours. His strokes were purposeful, full of passion and love, resting his forehead onto yours you both stared intensely in each others eyes. Never in your undead life would you have thought Remmick would open himself up to you like this - to show you how he became...This way. You lulled your head to the side as cries ripped from you, but with gentle hands Remmick made you look at him again. The water from the shower head washed away some of the thick blood that clung onto your lips, your eyes were so blown wide and your senses heightened, everything you felt made your body tremble underneath Remmick.

He continued to fuck into you, and your soaking walls swallowed his throbbing cock with each snap of his hips. You crashed your lips onto his, and your legs locked him in place, no words were exchanged between the two of you - but you both knew that this moment you shared was more than an attempt of connection. This was his way of showing you just how much he trusted you; just how much he needed you to be here with him.

Even just for the night.

Remmick's tongue licked up your neck towards your jawline, his hips bucking faster, and the sensation of him stretching you out earned high pitched grunts from your lungs with each tender snap of his hips. You moaned into his open mouth, his lips ghosting over yours, and you could feel yourself reaching your second orgasm. You mouth hung open slack and you didn't realize you were drooling, but without missing a beat Remmick dragged his tongue across chin and towards your plump lips, savoring your taste that was mixed within his thick blood that clung onto your face.

"Fuck...Just like that, keep goin' I'm so close." You moaned as your speech slurred out with each sweet thrust of his hips, your pussy clenching around him. Remmick's head rested on your shoulder as he fucks into you sloppily, his thrust were sporadic and out of sync from yours - you can tell he was close too. The familiar knot within your stomach tightly coiled, the aching need for it to be released tugged at your loins.

Your nails dug into his skin, scratching at his back wildly and with cry of pleasure that knot within your core snapped - the burning pleasure of reaching your climax rippled through your entire being. The feeling of your soaking pussy swallowing him whole, fluttering around his sensitive cock made Remmick whimper out in unadulterated gratification, throwing his head back he rocked his hips into you one last time before the intense tidal wave of his orgasm crashed into him. The feeling of his warm seed filling you up made you shiver in ecstasy - it made you feel whole.

It made you feel completed.

Your hand stroked the back of his head, urging Remmick through his release to keep fucking into you, and he obediently followed your wordless order. Dragging his dick in and out of you Remmick filled you up to the brim, yet you both needed more. Pulling himself out of your warmth your body shook from delicious overstimulation. Remmick leaned in and kisses your tear stained cheeks, holding you close within his arms, the both of you standing in silence was the once hot shower water slowly got colder.

That didn't bother you or him though.

Pulling away you planted sloppy kisses on his mouth, cheek, and jaw. Your lips hungrily kissed anywhere that you could and he welcomed each and every peck from you. His hands guided you towards the foggy glass door, your breast pressing against the hard surface and Remmick toned body laid flush against your backside. Feather soft kisses trailed down your shoulder blade, the nape of your neck, and the middle of your spine. Remmick's hand pumped his sensitive dick within his rough palms, his once spent cock growing firmer with each stroke he made with his hand. Your curly coils clung onto your slick wet skin, clinging onto your hot brown face. The ember lighting within the bathroom made your wet skin shine brightly - it was as if you were a bronzed goddess that stood before him.

Remmick needed to feel every inch of you...

Slowly he entered you again, your slick sex that dripped with your arousal and his cum welcomed his thick cock deliciously, your breath hitched within your throat as his hands wrapped around your hips. He bucked into your warmth and the raunchy wet sounds of him fucking you into the glass sliding door reverberated off of the tiles and water stained walls, it was like music to your ears. You fucked him back, your ass meeting his hips halfway and your pussy gripped onto him for dear life - you wanted him to fill you up again - to feel his hot seed soak your pink soft walls. Your eyes were lidded heavily as your arched your back, and your head lulled back, looking over your shoulder to watch Remmick pound into your core.

His bottom lip was tugged between his teeth and his sharp fangs glistened within the golden florescent light. You ran your tongue across your upper lip, tasting his full-bodied blood that clung onto your mouth, you needed him to come in you again; to push you past your brink and send you to your ultimate ruin.

"Faster, ah shit - harder, baby..." You begged between the long strokes Remmick gave you. He replied to your request by bucking his hips firmly against your ass, the once slow pace grew faster as he fucked into your clenching pussy with force, making your mouth open slack in nothing but pleasure. Your legs were weak and you could barley hold your arch - yet Remmick's strong hands supported you, holding you in place while his eyes watched your pussy greedily swallowed his dick. A creamy mess was quickly formed between the two of you due to the friction, your wetness, and his come spilling out of you from his previous orgasm. His hand cupped the plush skin of your ass, spreading your cheeks to watch the velvety soft froth of come cling onto his throbbing cock.

The feeling of familiar pressure building up within your core again and your nails scratched at the water soaked glass. You backed your ass up against him, meeting his powerful thrust half way, and turning your head to look over your shoulder you both locked eyes with each other. "I love you, Remmi...Fuck - I love you so much." You cried. Remmick whimpered at your words, he paused his movements for a beat, warming his cock within your clenching pink walls.

"I love you too, baby."

"Don't stop, please! Fill me up again, I-I need to feel you..."

And just like that Remmick gave you one final thrust, his mouth latching onto the nape of your neck, and his ruby red irises shut tightly. The hold he had on your waist was vice-like and his second orgasm ripped through his trembling body, tears that clung within the corner of his eyes slipped pass his lashes as his release hit him and crashed into you like a snap of a rubber band. He came inside of you again - but this time he filled you to the brim, it was too much - he was giving you his all, and his sweet seed seeped out of your quivering pussy with each lazy thrust he made.

The creamy yet sinful mess from both of your orgasm clung onto Remmick's pelvis and toned lower half of his abdomen, he couldn't help but to watch how delicious it looked against your bronzed ass cheeks. He needed to taste you filled with him - at least once. Drool seeped out the corner of his open mouth, and with slowed movements he pulled himself out of your warmth, a shiver of ecstasy raced through your tired body.

Heavy breathing filled the air as Remmick lovingly turned you back around to face him, his hand stroking your hair softly, tucking the wet strands behind your ear. The water from the shower was now ice cold, but the multiple orgasms that racked through your body kept you warm - like being swaddled in a cozy blanket. Your forehead pressing on his your lips caught each other's, fighting and dancing for dominance, and Remmick moan into your hot mouth at the taste of his blood that still clung onto your lips.

He broke away from the kiss, his wet lips trailing down your neck, collar bone, between your breast, down your abdomen, and stopping at the mound of your pussy. You shivered at this, your mouth hanging slack as your hands cupped your breast - nimble fingers pinching your nipples as Remmick looked up at you with heavy lidded eyes. The sharp zap of pleasurable pain from rolling and squeezing your nipples within your fingers raced down your spent pussy.

"I needa taste you, pretty girl. I needa taste us."

"S-So do it then..." You whined, which made Remmick chuckle, his lips tugging in a wide toothy smile. He leaned forward, spreading your thighs with his strong hands, and you shivered at the feeling of his breath grazing your swollen clit. Remmick placed a tender kiss on your inner thigh and without warning he spread your slick pussy lips open with his index and middle finger, spitting on your clit, and a giggle slipped from your lips. Your hand tangled within his hair as he dipped his head lower between your thighs, and with a gentle lick he ran his tongue across your soaking come filled pussy.

Remmick was savoring the taste of your juices and his seed as if it was a delicacy, his warm tongue flattening against your throbbing clit, and he dragged his tongue back towards your entrance, repeating the movement as your nails dug into his scalp. Your back arched against the now cooled glass shower door, rocking your hips against his face in an attempt to alleviate the bubbling pleasure that tugged at your core. His nose brushed against your clit as his tongue licked at your dripping core, a moan of ecstasy ripped through his chest, and slowly Remmick pushed his ring and middle finger inside of your soft walls. Your pussy hungerly swallowed his digits as he fucked into you with his hands, plugging the leaking thick cum that slipped past your folds.

Slowly he moved his fingers in and out, his knuckles grazing against your swollen clit and your legs began to shake. Remmick spit on your clit again, but he quickly licked it up and a sigh of satisfaction rolled from your body. His lips latched onto your clit as he began to suck shaking his head as his fingers continue to fuck into you with a scissoring motion. It was nasty, raunchy, and dirty. Yet you couldn't stop rolling your hips, staring down at your lover with awe as he sucked on your sensitive button like it was a piece of candy.

He lightly bit your clit between his sharp teeth and his fingers worked over your wet sex. Your head still buzzing from your third orgasm and the mind altering experience of reliving Remmick's memories made your body shake, his mouth and fingers worked in tandem with each other over your core and that same agonizing need for release nipped at you brutally. And with a passing beat that knot within your stomach finally snapped, making you squirt all over Remmick's chin and heaving chest. He pulled his soaked fingers out of your quivering pussy, only to replace them with his tongue - using his tongue to fuck into to taste him and your sweet juices, cleaning you up as you rode through your intense climax.

"Fuck...Yes. Oh, god, yes!" You chanted rolling your hips against his face, he smiled into your core. With a wet pop he removed his lips from your sensitive pussy, rising up on his feet to crash his swollen lips onto yours. You could taste his comforting seed and your sweet pussy juice on his lips, you sighed into the kiss pushing him against the tile walls as your tongues danced across each other. Between the heavy make out session you bit his lip, pulling it back in a teasing manner, only for him to close the space again. The water from the shower washed away your sins, cleansing both of your sweat and blood slick bodies.

You pulled away from his kiss again, a string of saliva that connected your bottom lip with his snapping, and you shot him a wide yet lopsided smile.

"Yeah, baby. we're doin' this all night...We gotta make up for lost time."

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A lone lamp glowed low on the nightstand, it's ember light muffled beneath the balled up lace and silk from the top of one of your many lingerie sets that haphazardly, casting a sultry hue of pink mixed with burnt orange. Smoke curled lazily within the thick air as a half smoke cigarette hung between your plump swollen lips. The scent of stale nicotine mixed with soapy lavender and the raw carnal smell of sex clung within the air. Your brown skin glistened with a slight seen of sweat.

The TV flickered a soft neon blue, this time it was displaying a documentary about lions thriving within the savannas of Africa, the blue cutting through the warm shade like a sharp blade. It's blue glow crawled across the multicolored comforters that nestled within the double sized low bed. You laid sprawled on your stomach, the ashtray that were full of cigarette butts rested on the fitted bed sheets. Rolling your ankle your eyes were glued onto your lover and taking a drag from your cigarette you pushed out a cloud of grey smoke.

Remmick laid against the bed's headboard, he was just as undone as you were, just as spent. The two of you were taking a break after fucking each other within the thick bed covers, your jaw was slightly sore from sucking his harden cock - but you knew that more was to come. The cigarette he'd been smoking now rested delicately between the pegs of his guitar, the tip of his cigarette was still ignited, the thin smoke curling within the hot sex filled air. His calloused fingers moved with ease over the metal strings, a low moody melody reverberated and bounced off of the chipped motel walls.

You rolled onto your side, your eyes half lidded as you watched Remmick strum away, the blue light of the television painted over your body - clinging onto your skin as you took a long drag from your cigarette. Your lips parted slightly as heavy smoke slowly crept up your mouth towards your nose, you blew a breath pushing the smoke out into the air again. Your voice joined the melody of Remmick's strumming, a soft and loving hum danced along with the melancholy song. And the small room you both rested in held its breath, awaiting for the both of you to make another move. Remmick showed you more glimpses and snapshots of his life. Indulging you with his true wants, fears, and desires within your linked minds. It made you understand him; made you feel more connected and seen.

Two bodies, one mind, one soul.

Pressing the cigarette butt within the ashtray, you crawled closer towards your lover, slow and deliberate. The thin fitted bedsheets clung slightly on your sweat slicked knees and the soft hue of the shaded lamp painted over every curve, dip, and valley on your body. Your hands rested onto Remmick's shoulders; fingers splaying across his ivory colored chest and tangling around the golden necklace. His dark eyes gazed back into yours, the black wooden guitar still within his lap, but he halted strumming away on the metal strings.

Love, respect, reverence, and adoration.

For the first time in your unholy union Remmick respected you - viewing you as his equal. This was a partnership now, not some power fantasy that stroked his ego all those years ago. Your lips ghosted just above his, foreheads pressing against each other, and your steady breath filled his open mouth. A smile that was laced in nothing but pure devotion tugged at your lips and the warmth of care lingered within your intense gaze.

"When the sun sets; we're leavin'...I'm ready to come back home." You said, not breaking the heavy eye contact with Remmick.

"I'm ready to come back home too."

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