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Your neck burned like a thousand suns, your nerves were on fire like fireworks throughout your entire body. Your flesh was searingly hot until it slowly cooled. Then you feel it at that moment. Every touch, every feeling, every thought he’s ever had. All the wounds inflicted upon him, every injury he’s had.
All the emotions he’s ever experienced. His own past in his homeland in Ireland passed through your mind, which made you sad.
“Darlin,’ honey. Wake up.” You heard his voice. It was in your head at first, but he then spoke it physically. “That’s it, I just need ya to breathe in and out. Ya think ya can do that?” You couldn’t breathe when your lungs were on fire before turning ice cold. You didn’t need to breathe anymore. “It’ll be your last breaths until you don’t got to no more.” Remmick encouraged you.
You breathed in and out, maybe about three times. Then your chest started to ache from breathing alone. Whatever ailments you suffered quickly started to heal. Your gums started to hurt, and your throat stung like you swallowed hot coals. "Ya startin' to get hungry, darlin. I can tell." Remmick stated. Your eyes burned for a few seconds, then calmed down.
“Ya alright?” Remmick asked you. He stood beside you, then leaned down to look at you properly. Nothing was wrong; everything was healed. Even the bullet wound that entered your heart and your temple. “What happened?” You asked him, he sighed.
“Vampire hunters broke into the house while I was away.” He explained, you can see it in his memories. The way the men barged into your home after you told them that Remmick wasn’t at your house.
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You answered the front door after there was a loud knock, a couple of knocks actually. Vampire hunters again. It’s not surprising they come every other week. Questioning you about your husband, who wasn’t home at the moment. Opening the door, you were met with four men wearing black and brown.
“Can I help ya, gentlemen?”
“Evenin’ miss. We’re sorry to disturb you, but we’re lookin’ for a vampire that lives here.” The man told you. “There ain’t no vampire here, sir. Good night…” Just as you were about to close the door as usual, the man stopped you from fully closing the door by stopping you.
“Sorry, miss, but this vampire in particular is dangerous. Killed a couple of folks three towns down and a few others in our very town. Heard from a few hunters that he resides here.” The man explained to you. “Sorry, you’re mistaken. No vampire lives here.” You reiterated your earlier response.
But the man wouldn’t let up. “Now, miss, we’re just tryin’ to help ya.” “I said there ain’t nothin’ here for ya. Good night.” You said, slamming the door in his face. Releasing a breath, you walked towards your kitchen right before you heard your front door burst open suddenly.
Scaring you. You looked to find the gun that Remmick gave you before being grabbed by one of the hunters tightly. “Now, just tell us where he is and ya won’t get hurt. We promise.” He says to you as if he were almost flirting with you. He was so smug about tearing down your door and barging in.
“Fuck you.”
He shook his head, the man who grabbed you and squeezed you tightly. His calloused hands on your jaw, you tried to escape his grasp, but he was stronger than you. “Ya gonna tell us or not? How ‘bout I cut that pretty little face of yers beyond recognition?”
You eyed the knife in his hand, sharp and silver, which made you nervous. But you wanted to fight back, call your husband. Even when the other man had his hand over your mouth. Preventing you from screaming. You looked at the gun that was hidden in the vase, not one that they knew about. You bit the man’s hand over your face, forcing him to let go with a shout.
Pushing the man with the knife out of the way with all your strength to reach for the gun in the vase. Only to feel a sharp sensation in your back. It caused you to stagger, but you tried to get the gun from the vase, which you managed with the pain in your back. Your vision slowly changes from blurry to clear, your head swimming into lightheadedness.
You grasped the gun with your hand before feeling the quick yet hot pain in your forehead. In your chest. Causing your body to fall to the ground before you can even fire the pistol at the two intruders. You faintly hear them rush out of the house, your own vision going blurry. A metallic taste forms in your mouth, and warm blood drips from your lips.
Choking on the warm liquid that slowly turned cold by the second. Your remaining thoughts only went to your husband, Remmick. His dark brown hair, his yellow eyes, his claws, his fangs, how much he loves you. How much he tells you he loves you, the way he kisses you, the soft way he holds you. The way he smiles at you…
-
The bite mark on your neck faded quickly, not long after Remmick bit you. “I’m sorry, darlin.’ I-I know about our deal, I didn’t…I didn’t want to lose ya. Because I wasn’t here like I was supposed ta, to make sure I was protectin’ ya…”
You can feel his emotions in your body, your mind. He was tormented by his actions, his transgressions. About the fact that he wasn’t at the house to protect you. Your hand grasped his hand. It was cold just like yours. “Remmick, it’s fine. I-I could’ve….I should’ve protected myself with the gun. I should’ve had it on me just in case. You were out feedin'.’ Ya had to do what ya had to.”
He can tell you were genuine. He can slowly feel your feelings, your emotions. You felt sorry for him, but you still loved him.
But you can start feeling his sweet and loving emotions slowly turn to rage and anger. He wasn’t allowing those hunters to get away with killing the one he loves. His wife.
“Darlin,’ ya hungry aren’t ya?” You nodded eagerly, feeling the knawing hunger in your stomach. Your throat was burning, and so were your gums from your new fangs.
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Remmick stalked the men in the woods based on the scent they left behind. They left for the woods, still looking for him. How funny. The burly man with the knife had red hair, a flannel, and jeans. He smelled of baked goods with some vanilla. He had a wife, maybe?
Probably worked at the local bakery. The other man who shot you had brown hair and dark brown eyes. He smelled of gunpowder residue along with the faint smell of blood that he had trouble washing off. Your blood.
You, however, were too eager to start feeding; the more your throat burned. The more you went without eating, the more your gums started to sting. “Honey, if ya don’t want them to turn, don’t inject your own blood into their wounds. Just drink.” Remmick explained to you.
You can tell he wanted to mess with them before you pounced on them like a lioness hunting her prey.
He hid in the shadows, making rustling noises in the trees. The bushes. Whispered in darkness, making them jump in surprise, armed and ready. “Who’s there?!” The red-haired hunter shouted in the dark. Looking around them for the source of the whispers.
“Show yourselves! We’re armed!”
Still lookin’ for me?
How cute
Very funny
Boo
You were on the man with the knife so quickly, you knocked the breath out of him. God, you wished that you had this strength to fight back earlier. He dropped his knife to the ground as he thrashed beneath your body. Your eyes are glowing yellow to a bright white, like stars. “You…”
“Me…” You whispered before plunging your fangs into his neck, drinking his blood. The substance coating your face. It was warm, unlike your skin, which was much cooler now in temperature. His blood tasted so good, like honey and sugar that you drank so much of it.
Remmick had the other young man next to him, preventing him from leaving. The man beneath you stopped writhing underneath you; his pulse dropped rather quickly after you drank probably half his body weight. Standing up, looking behind you at the other one next to your husband. The blood dripped from your face, warming your body.
It energized you entirely. Remmick grabbed the other one by the arm tightly and handed him to you. He trembled underneath your deadly gaze; your eyes glowed in the darkness underneath the moon. It made the air grow stiff; the insects stopped making noises. The animals were gone from the surrounding area. Frightened of the two apex predators in their home.
You grabbed his forearm, preventing him from leaving your sight. Your strength is most likely to leave bruises on his skin if you didn’t break his bones. You can see Remmick encourage you to start feeding on your prey.
Your mind flooded with memories and thoughts of the previous man you’d fed on. The man, or the boy, in front of you was his son. About sixteen. Forced to hunt vampires after his mother and older brother were massacred by vampires during a raid on his own home. His father taught him how to hunt fish, bears, deer, and even vampires.
Tonight was his first hunt. But he accidentally shot you instead of the vampire he was supposed to be hunting. You slowly loosened your grasp on him. “I-I didn’t mean to kill ya. I’m…I’m sorry.”
“I know…” You can feel his emotions, the pain of losing his family and his father to another vampire. You whispered something in his ear, then let him go. The young man, Liam, left the other way. Back home.
“Why’d ya let him go?” Remmick asked you, curious. “He’s just a kid, Remmick. I can’t do it. He lost too much already.” You explained to him, sitting on a fallen log nearby. His eyes softened a bit, and he sat down next to you. He can feel that you’re still the same woman he married, and the sympathy you feel for others.
“I told him if he doesn’t hunt vampires anymore, I wouldn’t go after him.” Remmick's hand was on your back, rubbing it in circles comfortingly. You don’t feel the fatigue you normally would feel around midnight. Telling you to go to bed. You still had energy to go about the night.
“I understand, darlin.’ Ya ready to go home?” He asked, standing up. He offered you his hand. “Yeah.” Taking it, he led you home into the woods and back home.
-
The sun shone, but just not through your windows anymore. The blinds covered the windows to prevent the sunlight from coming in. You lay with your husband in the bed you shared together. You no longer needed to sleep; you stayed up all night and into the morning.
Your heart no longer beats. Whatever was left of your humanity was long gone; it now resides in the past. The only remainder of it was through your love for Remmick, your creator. Your husband. To spend it together forever.
“Love ya, (Y/N).”
“Love ya, too.”