βΈΈ ) Remmick x male reader
βΈΈ ) dark romance ?? blood mentioned, stalking, obsession, reader is hinted to be poc, accents, remmick being a creep
You didn't plan on finding a dead man, hell, you didn't plan on finding anyone this late. The dirt road was empty, quiet around these parts, it made you feel like you were the only one dumb enough to be out here tonight. You should've kept walking, mind your own business, that was the rule for a man like you, wasnβt it? But the sight of him stopped your tracks.
A white man laid on the dirt, practically dead with a dark pool of red underneath him, his eyes were closed, very pale. You should've turned around if it weren't for your heart who said otherwise.
Cursing to yourself, you quickly pulled his limp body up. He was much heavier than he looked, all dead weight while dragging him through your door took a lot work than you wanted to admit. You settled him above your bed, a soft surface in the cabin and immediately got to work.
The gash on his ribs was a wide thing, still dripping blood, it was a shock he didn't bleed out on the road. You weren't a miracle worker or anything, just a lonely man with steady hands, you stitched the best you could. Once you were done, you whispered a prayer to no one in particular, more out of habit than hope.
Days passed, then weeks and before you knew it, you were put into a strange cycle; checking his bandages, feeding him between his cold lips, watching him without meaning to. Sometimes you talked to him out of comfort. "You got family?" You asked, or, "Reckon you'll even thank me..." He never answered.
His quiet presence became a part of your life, you donβt question it for how long though, too anxious to think about it.
Today, you headed into town for some fresh fruit, it was also the first time you left him alone for more than an hour. After hours, you headed home later than usual, expecting to see him on the bed still resting, it was empty. The sheets were a mess, the cup of water you left beside him was gone, he...dissappeared, as if he didn't exist.
Disappointment hit you, you wanted to at least get his name. Maybe it was better this way? No questions to ask, no debts he could've offered, (you didn't wanted him to offer anything anyway). You shrugged off the feeling, a small smile on your lips. He walked again, it was enough to let him go after you found him, a stranger on the road.
You hoped wherever he was, he was safe.
The man you saved had a name, Remmick. Not that you ever known it. He was not a man at all, not really. He was what people called immortal, some say cursed, something that walked this earth for centuries, feeding on the living, leaving things behind. In all his years of living, no one had ever helped him without any questions.
He remembered in a flash you didn't flinch at the blood, still dragging him to a warm bed. He left anyway by the time the moon was set out of necessity in what he called "business," teeth sinking in, a hunger to satisfy. He also took note of the old cabin. There was nothing special about it, not enough to stay longer except for the human living in it.
He told himself he would forget you.
Deep in the woods, he sank his teeth deep into someone's neck, some traveler who made the mistake walking too far off from the main road. The blood was warm, an easy target usually made him forget everything else until he heard a soft hum in the trees. His fangs slowly pulled back, the body dropped hard from his grip with a loud thud, already forgotten.
He tilted his head, ears perked up at the sound, that voice...he recognizes it. His feet moved before his mind could think, stepping over sticks, somehow silent. Reaching the sound, there you were, the same dirt road you found Remmick bleeding out, walking slow while humming some old tune he heard a lifetime ago.
For the first time, he didn't feel hungry.
Then you felt it. It was a prickle at the back of your neck, a heavy weight of being watched. You stopped mid-step and turned your head over your shoulder, heart beating fast. For a split second, you saw it, meeting two bright eyes gleaming in the dark focused on you.
You blinked once, they were gone.
"What...?" You muttered, brows furrowing.
You rubbed the back of your neck, scanning the area to see if you saw it again. "I could've sworn..." Probably an animal, you hadn't been sleeping well after the stranger's dissapearence. Too many nights staring at the empty bed, wondering if you dreamed about the whole thing. Shaking your head, you turned back and kept walking home.
Remmick stayed still at the spot until your figure disappeared. Slowly, a smile grew on his bloodstained lips. He'd killed more people than he could count, moved to countries, seeing drunk kings and beggars alike. Mississippi was supposed to be another pass by town for a feeding ground.
Now he couldn't leave thanks to you, finding himself drawn to your cabin night after night, slipping pass so he could watch from a distance. The first time it happened he told himself it was curiosity, the second it was out of boredom, at this point he stopped making excuses entirely.
His red eyes watched you from the kitchen window swaying to a almost broken record player, the same old blues he remembered from the 1920s, back when the world was much simpler. You danced, unknown someone was watching, he leaned against a tree, arms crossed and let himself feel something he wasn't used to.
What a goddamn angel, that one...his smile turned wide, sharp and dangerous.
You've been reckless, bringing a stranger into your home was a stupid way to die. Kindness like that would get you killed in a world full of peices of shit. That wasn't going to happen, not while he was still alive for many years to come. Making a final decision right there, he decided he wasn't going to kill you. Not now, not ever.
He was going to have you.
Remmick would introduce himself properly this time. Not a bleeding man you saved, as something else, someone worthy of your time. At least he will keep you safe by protecting you from the monsters walking around in the dark.
Even if he was the worst kind of all.
You never thought you would see that man again. After a few months passed by, you more or less made peace with it, thinking it was one of those strange, one-time things life throws at you when you weren't looking. He left without so much as a "thank you" or a "goodbye," you told yourself it was for the best, no strings attached. Here you were, staring back at him in the darkness of your kitchen.
You've been over at a friend's place, helping her patch up a hole in her roof when lost track of time like you always did. Didn't matter nothing anymore. it not like anyone was waiting for you at home, or that's what you thought. Coming in to kick off your boots when your eyes caught a dark figure.
A man sitting right there at your little table, slouched back on a chair in your own home. You let out a yelp so loud it could've damaged your throat, your heart nearly jumped out of your body.
"Jesus Christ!" You gasped, palm flat against your chest.
You blinked hard once, twice, thinking maybe the heat from the sun messed with your brain. He was still there, a solid form. Remmick raised his hands up slow, a lazy, mocking surrender at the jumpy behavior he saw before. The darkness in the room clung his face, barely made out the smile on his lips.
"Whoa there, darlin'," he drawled, voice low and smooth, "ain't mean to scare you none, just thought I'd passed by."
You stared at him, feeling yourself coming in short, shaky breaths. It hit you with a flash when you saw the angle of his jaw, your eyes went wide. "Oh...it's you," you let out, the words barely coming out. You took a hesitant step, squinting in the dark to take a closer look at him. "I-how'd you get in my house? I locked that door, I know I did."
He tilted his head, those bright eyes of his catching the faint moonlight through the window, they were a different dark color, if that was even possible.
"Door ain't much of a obstacle for a man like me."
You swallowed hard at the way he said it, sweet, almost affectionate. It sent a chill down your spine but not in a way it came from fear. You studied him closer now to notice he looked better, stronger than before. That pale, near-dead color you saw earlier was gone from his white skin, he looked alive, better than ever.
"Lord have mercy," you muttered. "You done 'bout gave me a heart attack, you know that? Sittin' here like some kinda ghost."
Remmick chuckled, he rose from the chair slowly in a way that seemed like he had all the time in the world. His eyes flickered around the room, taking note of small details: the single bed in the room, one plate on the table, boots near the door, the lack of a woman's touch anywhere. He would be lying if he said he didn't felt satisfied.
"Ain't got nobody else here, do ya?"
You crossed your arms, finally finding a sense of fierce in your backbone. "That ain't none of your business. Now you gonna tell me what you doin' here or do I gotta kick you out with my shotgun?"
Remmick's smile widened at the threat, showing a little hint of crooked teeth. "Shotgun?" He chuckled again, shaking his head. "Oh, that ain't gon' do nothin' but make a whole lotta noise and piss me off." You felt your jaw tighten at the lack of fear. "You ain't answerin' my question."
He stepped closer, and you noticed something with the way he moved, it reminded you of water slowly flowing down a river. He came to a stop a few feet away, you finally got another good look at his face under the light. Handsome, in a dangerous sort of way, his eyes went back to the same blue color, this time it had hunger to them.
"I come back to thank you proper," he said, his drawl stretching out each word. "And to get to know the only soul in my years who patched me up and didn't ask for a dime."
You snorted, trying to play it cool even though your heart was still beating out of your chest, not from a simple scare this time. "Well, you done thanked me, now you can see yourself out." He didn't budge, instead, he glanced back at the corner where your little record player sat, the one you were dancing to in all those nights.
"I seen you," he said quietly, "in the window, dancin'."
Your blood went cold, "what you talkin' 'bout?"
He finally met your eyes, a slow reverent look went across his face. "I been watchin' you, darlin'. For weeks now, couldn't stay away if I tried." He took another step, close enough to smell the scent of earth on him, "sweetest man I ever laid eyes on. You just movin' around this little shack, hummin' them old songs, lookin' so...good."
You stumbled back a step, your hip hitting he counter. More memories came back at that prickle on your neck out on the dirt road, the two bright eyes in the woods vanishing when you blinked for a second.
"It was you," you whispered, your voice shaking, "out there...in the woods that night." The vampire didn't deny anything, he looked down with a small smile still on his lips. "I told you, I ain't much good at lettin' go of things that matter." Feeling your throat dry from the unexpected confession, despite the fear, you needed more answers.
"Why? Why you followin' me? I ain't got nothin' you want."
He laughed, a soft sound with pity in it. "Oh, but you do, darlin', you just don't know it yet."
Before you could ask what he meant, he moved fast, filling the space between you. Suprisingly, Remmick didn't touch you, boxing you in against the counter instead. "I'm fixin' to stay a while," he murmured, his voice drop-pin to a sweet whisper. "If you'll have me and even if you won't." Your hands curled into fists at your sides, you couldn't move at the vulnerable spot you were in.
"You saved my life," he reached out slow to touch a stray curl from your forehead, his long fingers felt cold.
"Now I'm gonna save yours."
You opened your mouth to say anything, the words died in your throat because when he smiled again, you saw them. There were two fangs, sharp enough to be knives, poking out in the dark and you realized with a sweat, the man you nursed back to health was something far worse than any human you've ever encountered.
And he was looking at you like you were the only one who mattered.
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