Remmick x goddess! Reader part 3?? (Idk it’s been a minute)
Remmick had been traveling for a while after leaving the shed, he was hungry, tired. You continued to watch him, taking note of every move he made. A vampire, you were still confused on their existence.
Immortal, but not unkillable? How are they immortal then? Undead? So they’ve died already? Questions swarmed your mind, you’ve never been so curious before. You usually knew everything.
Remmick went to a bar, the big red sign that read ‘Welcome!’ Was enough to be let in. He sat in a corner, bottle beer he nursed as he scanned the room for a meal. Many to pick from, from drunkards to young women he could charm into leaving with him.
After deciding that “clean” blood would be better than a drunk’s blood, he stalked towards a woman that swayed by herself to the music. “You sure know how to move, huh? Like a night breeze, darlin.” He grinned and she giggled at him. “A night breeze? Come up with that yourself?” She teased.
“Just sayin you move so..freely. A free spirit, aye?” He said and leaned in closer. She placed a hand on his chest, “You’re an eager one.” “A hungry one.” He corrected, his lips turned upward in a smirk.
She bit her lip, silently cursing herself for being so easy for a man she didn’t even know the name of. “Whatcha hungry for then?” She asked. “You?” He whispered and gave a breathy laugh. She rolled her eyes, ‘Be strong, girl.’ She thought.
“Cmon..let me show ya I’m worth it.” He charmed. “I ain’t gonna bite..not too hard.” He smiled. She smiled like it was a joke, but he knew it held a truth. “..Alright. Just one night. Couldn’t hurt.” She shrugged and took hold of his arm. He grinned, a little surprised at how easy it was. But women weren’t too concerned with their safety, not when they get drinks in their system, not when a smooth talker comes over and says just the right things.
He guided her out the bar, lead her to the woods. “You live in the woods?” She asked, looking around. Now that there was no one else around, her anxiety started to climb. “Yeah, yeah. Just a cabin.” He shrugged, tugging her to keep up. “I never got your name.” She said. “Don’t matter.” He said simply.
That made her pause, “Why not?” She asked, “Don’t you think I should be screamin something specific?” She joked, trying to ease her own nerves. He laughed a bit, god it was tempting. She was a pretty woman, certainly wouldn’t hurt to have some fun.
But he was more focused on filling his belly than fulfilling desires. “You’ll be screamin’, darlin. That’s for sure.” He nodded. He took her to a clearing, she looked around. “Ain’t nothin here but grass-“ She didn’t get to finish her sentence not before Remmick pounced and pinned her down. She fought, kicking and punching. She tried to scream, but he didn’t let her, sinking his fangs into her throat and tearing into it.
Her cry dying out as he drained her. He pulled away once he got his fill, sighing contently. He licked his lips and got up off of her. He glanced around the clearing. He wouldn’t mind company, but he also didn’t feel like taking care of a fledging. He grunted as he lifted a heavy rock. “Sorry, pretty girl. Gonna have to break that face of yours.” He muttered, as she started to stir, he dropped it.
He sighed again, slightly annoyed with himself. So indecisive he was, but the choice was already made. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before walking. No real destination, just knew he had to skip the town already.
He found a lake and cleaned his face properly. Scrubbing his wet hands over his face. He looked into the water, not like he could see much. A shadow shown thanks to the moonlight. One of the many downsides of being undead. He stared at his shadow a moment longer, about to turn away, but stopping himself. A face was beginning to appear, your face. You looked at him through the water, a simple charm you were fond of. “Why haven’t you gone to sleep?” You muttered and he furrowed his brow. “What?” He asked, the water gurgled your voice to him.
You weren’t patient, not one ounce of it in your being. You simply disappeared from the water reflection and he sighed. “What are you, woman? And why do I keep seeing you?” He asked to the air. He got up and walked further from the town. He didn’t really pay attention, walking idly. You wanted him to go to sleep, wanted him to dream so you talk.
So, you did what any other higher power would do, you guided him yourself. Using your power to usher him to a nearby abandoned village. A ghost land you used to keep safe, not too far from the grounds you used to take offerings. Not too far from where you first saw him. Once he got there he felt exhausted and found himself exploring one of the abandoned houses. The house just coincidentally had a welcome mat that allowed him in.
Dust covered shelves, spiders resting in the corners, and other signs of the house not being lived in for some time. He dusted off a bed and made sure no bed bugs had made it their home. He groaned as he laid down, “Mm..ain’t laid down in ages.” He muttered. He closed his eyes finding it easier to drift off then any other time he had slept.
In his dream, that’s where you were again, you looked at him and he looked back. “What are you?” He asked first. You stared at him silently, “My title has no purpose now.” You said vaguely. “What was your title then?” He smiled, curious. “I am a goddess, many praised me, others saw me as cruel.” You answered and now he stared.
“You’re pulling my leg.” He said and scoffed. You narrowed your eyes, “I am doing nothing of the sort! I would never pull your leg. My hands are by my sides.” You argued. He laughed, “You take everything literally, darlin?” He teased. “You ain’t a goddess..can’t be.” He scoffed and rolled his eyes. When he looked back at you he paused. He narrowed his eyes at you and tilted his head. “More eyes…” He murmured as he examined the extra eyes that appeared on your face.
“How you do that? Dream manipulation?” He asked. “I’m a goddess.” You repeated. “I don’t look human. Not naturally.” You said simply. “No? Why do you look human-ish then?” “So you wouldn’t be frightened.” You answered. He nodded slightly, “Show me the real you then.” He said. “Really?” You asked and he nodded again. “Yeah, darlin. Go on. Show me the real thing.” He insisted.
You paused for a second before nodding. “Okay. If you’re sure you won’t be scared.” You said. In the blink of an eye you towered over him, taller than the trees in the forest, tall enough to reach to the stars if you’d been in the real world. He looked up at you, “Quite the number of arms you got!” He shouted, not sure if you could hear him from your height. You settled on your knees, bringing a pair of your arms to him, holding out your hands for him to climb on.
He hesitated and sighed. “Feels humiliatin, even if no one else sees.” He grumbled as he climbed into your large palm. You brought your hands up to your face. “My..some sharp teeth you have.” He nodded. “I like em. The way they come out.. it’s unique, darlin.” He said softly. You stared at him with all of your eyes, “You like them?” You asked.
“I do. You’re a real anomaly to me. Never met a goddess before.” He shrugged. “You suddenly take an interest in me?” He asked. “You woke me up.” He furrowed his brow. “Woke you up?” “Yes. The blood offering on my soil.” You nodded. He paused, searching his memory. “Ah..I remember that. That empty dirt land, I know it.” He said softly. “That woke you? An “offering”?” He asked.
“Yes, of course. But my people rarely ever gave me a whole body worths of fresh human blood. Quite the treat. I do appreciate it.” You smiled softly, your rows of teeth becoming more apparent. “You are monstrously beautiful..” He whispered. “I’ll leave you more offerings, darlin. You just keep showin me this lovely face. Deal?” He smiled.
“That would be lovely. Next time you must tell me more of your kind.” You said and he paused, “You leavin already?” He asked. “You need to wake up. Feed, yes? I’d hate for you to starve. You’re my only subject now.” You nodded. He sighed softly, “Alright, darlin. I’ll see you next time I sleep then. How about a kiss? Just on the cheek is fine.” He grinned, honestly expecting a scoff or a glare.
You surprised him when you pressed your lips to his face, nearly engulfing him between the plush pair. You pulled away, “You give me more offerings and I’ll give you as you wish. That’s what this relationship is. Give and take.” You explained.
“No complaints from me, darlin...” He smiled. When he did wake up, he could swear he still felt the warmth of your lips on his face. He sighed softly. “A goddess..” he chuckled. “I got myself a goddess!”
Lowkey not too happy with this one💔 I feel like I wrote him like insanely out of character plz give me feedback
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