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“We are Earth and Beast and God”

“We are woman and man we are connected you and I”

“To everything”

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🩸𝕽𝖊𝖒𝖒𝖎𝖈𝖐 𝖌𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖆𝖘𝖘𝖆𝖚𝖑𝖙𝖊𝖉🩸

(a gif remake of this video)

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Give my muse an item, see how they react.

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[snip]

The names of the children pop into his mind. Brittney. Carrie. Diesel. Three new possible thralls. Their mother won't want to wander the world without them, surely. Remmick has never been one to seperate families, so he'll oblige turning them too. Wouldn't be much of a bother. The younger they are, the easier to manipulate.

Remmick clasps his hands behind his back, head turning at the audible THUMP of Lisa's head smacking against the table. His brows jump at the sound, a small 'heh' escaping as he turns to glance over. She should be a corpse and yet-

The damn woman clings to life, drained of blood as she is. What even is her heart pumping? Remmick had drank his fill, body thrumming with the fresh blood.

"What's that?" Frowning, Remmick paces close to her and nudges Lisa with a foot. He knows her name now from her blood. "Ain't dead yet. Huh," he huffs softly, watching the woman cough.

"Oh, don't worry 'bout them. Won't leave 'em behind. Might even be your first meal if you play your cards right."

Remmick doesn't pull away as the woman claws at him, not when her very fight is the life he's stealing right out of her. There's no need. She won't be moving for much longer. The lines she digs into his arms heal seconds after her nails scrape the skin off and Remmick feels none of it. He's too blood drunk, flush with new vitality as the beat if his dead heart kicks up a notch near to a living rhythm.

He releases his teeth, sighing softly once he's had his fill as Remmick leans back and lets the woman's body ease onto the table. This one he doesn't coax the soul from. He's seen too much. She'll be useful with her connections and familiar face to family members. Another tool under his belt.

He glances down to her face, the distant dazed expression and the tears tracking down her cheeks. Remmick smiles, wide and bloody. It's a merciless smile.

"Hush now. Won't hurt much longer," he coos mockingly while loosening his hold further. She's drained too dry. Remmick knows it won't be long. With as much care for a toy that's lost its charm, Remmick releases her to slide down against the table. Maybe she'll flop over it or tumble to the floor.

Remmick has already lost interest. He's fed and his new thrall will be up on her feet soon enough.

Turning, Remmick leans over to wipe his mouth off on the tablecloth before wandering over to where a row of picture frames sit on a side table. He hums softly under his breath, reaching out with one claw to count out the family there. Children. Daughters, he knows now. Can't separate the family, now.

He likes to have a complete set.

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[snip]

"Now, lamb, I know you're sentimental over them but-" Remmick starts but lets the thought drift off as Stack ghosts up as silent as a wraith into the room. His head lists to one side, taking in the taller man as Stack looks over the corpse. The man he'd set Mary up with.

Remmick doesn't have to ask how he feels about the death. It's humming through the hivemind, along with Remmick's own throughts as to what they hsould do.

Flashing a grin, Remmick strides over to Stack to clasp him by the arm briefly. He pats the other man on the shoulder, "There's my favorite thrall, glad you grabbed a bite."

Remmick circles back around to the corpse, nudging it with a toe before his eyes wander across the floor to where Annie's body rests hidden under a sheet. Reaching at the back of his neck, Remmick rubs at it as now Stack's plans are itching at the back of his brain.

Always calculating, pondering over the next angle.

Shoving his hands into his pockets, Remmick nods even as his acknowledgemen pulses through the hivemind. His eyes wander over to Mary, smirking. "See now, Mary, listen to your man. He's talkin' sense. We ain't got the time to bury so many graves."

"Now out west? Ain't been that way in a spell. Lands more open, harder to find places to bed down durin' the day unless we're headin' all the way out to the coast," Remmick's attention shifts back to stack. "That ol' truck you brought in the supplies for the Juke still run, ya think?"

[snip]

Remmick doesn't have the urgency Mary does, but he feels it all the same. Her thoughts are a whirlwind, a bombardment of uncertainty wrapped in panic that she can't shield from him. He could put up his own barriers, but letting her emotions wash over him is far easier than trying to decode her words. Better to get to the heart of it.

Casual-like, Remmick wanders into the area once designated as the Juke Joint's bar. He plucks up a cloean enough rag to wipe down his face, eyes tracking Mary as she stirs herself up. Klan. Nosy white folk. Mobs. What wasn't after Stack?

The Juke Joint is a wreck inside and out. blood stained floors. The Klansmembers bloated and rotting outside, Smoke among them with a sheet tugged over to give his body a bit of decency. Inside, the witch woman's corpse lies stiff and cold as well. Two souls that should ahve been his if they hadn't been so stubborn.

Remmick lets out a measured breath, leaning over the counter with palms spread wide on the wood as he pins Mary with a look.

"Bury 'em? Now Mary, you so concerned with runnin' but you want to waste time on that? Better to burn 'em. Think now. Those Klansmen still got living kin, don't they? They can dig up and desecrate a corpse, but they ain't gonna do nothin' to ashes. Sides, a burnt down Juke Joint confuses on how many bodies are here. Maybe those mafia sorts you're worried 'bout won't sift through all the ashes," Remmick drawls.

He's certainly hid enough corpses over the years to know. Sure, most come with him or burn to ash all on their own.

But the ones to wrecked to turn? Gotta dispose of those bodies, else the locals get suspicious.

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Remmick in a cuddle puddle napping with your adorable dragon OC, because god damn that man could use a LITTLE softness.

(I do love him covered in blood tho 🥰)

this was so soft i had to doodle them!! thank you for asking <3 oc x canon is the bane of my existence. remmick is a drooler,ofc he is.

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[snip]

Pissing off this woman may be Remmick's new favorite pastime. She's far too expressive with Danika's ire radiating off her in waves. Makes her sweat leave a bitter tang in the air that tickles his nose. Remmick's amusement still outweighs his hunger as he strolls along beside her in the cool night air.

"Not so odd for me," he counters smoothly, head cocking as he glances down at Danika. One brow quirks up, lips still lifted in a grin. It's like poking at an annoyed cat, teasing this woman. She makes it too easy but her responses! Endless entertainment for the vampire. "Aww, don't dirty talk me in a language I can't understand now," Remmick purrs in response to whatever she spat at him in Russian. It sounded angry. Probably a worse insult than the stray dog remark. "'Sides, you fed the stray. They always come back when you do that." His stride lengthens as Danika picks up her pace, a chuckle escaping unbidden. She must be hurrying to shelter and Remmick doesn't find he minds too much. After all, he's got all the time in the world to wait. Who says a vampire can't play with his food? "Are you? Tough? Certainly bold as brass, I'll give you that. Walkin' out and about after the sun set, knowing I'm out here. Feedin' me of all things. Growling and carrying on instead of beggin' for mercy," these last lines Remmick issues in a darker tone, voice a growl as he leans in and makes certain to snap pointed teeth close to her ear. A warning bite.

-or he wants to see if she'll jump.

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Danika's bewilderment only amuses Remmick further, his grin set in place now with pointed teeth on full display in what moonlight filters through the trees. He should be going for Danika's throat, yet Remmick stays docile. His belly is full enough and who says this one won't offer up another taste?

"Oh, aye- High praise comin' from the likes of you, yeah?" He teases as she glares up at him before brushing past. Remmick follows, still grinning as he leisurly keeps pace.

He's playing with his food, but food rarely is this spicy.

"Mhm, got something a mite more dangerous than that lil' knife, do you?" Remmick tips his head towards the weapon she's got a death grip on.

"Odd for a lady to be wanderin' this late outside. Alone," he adds, voice casual as can be but Remmick's glance is anything but. "Almost like you were searchin' about for something dangerous."

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[snip] Remmick doesn't take much care with dropping the corpse off in the woods. With a splash, he drops it into a stream trickling through the forest, cracking a layer of ice as he does so. Maybe the man tripped on the stream, bashed his head in and by the time the corpse is found? Critters would gnaw at it enough to hide Remmick's bite mark.

Good enough for him. Before stomping back to the inn, Remmick checks himself over. The dark black of his jacket hides any flecks of blood from his quick once over and he can take it off once inside, regardless. He'd lucked out, loitering close by the inn's entrance as if having a smoke and some fool had muttered 'After you' when Remmick had shifted too close to the door. The man he'd just made a meal of had been kind enough to keep his room key on him as well. Labeled with the number 23. Perfect. Humming to himself, Remmick picks his way back towards the building. A darker silhouette against the tree line before Remmick's form slowly becomes illuminated by the warm light spilling from the inn. Cocking his head, he stops to listen as music notes flow through the air. Someone is playing the piano in the main room inside, something soft and melodious. Remmick smiles to himself as he steps closer to the front door, eyes catching on the man standing there. "Cold as all get out, ain't it?" he asks, eyes wandering over the man to take his measure. Maybe he's seen him before in the lobby, but there's been such a sea of faces surging up with the festivities.

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“Mr. Hayes, thank you so much for heeding my letter,” a middle aged woman smiled as a dark haired gentleman stepped up onto the porch of her inn. There was a young girl no taller than his hip clinging to his coat. “I hope the train ride here was no trouble for the two of you.”

“Not at all ma’am,” the man assured, voice only revealing traces of fatigue from travel. “Your letter mentioned something you’re afraid is on the way.”

“Yes sir,” the innkeeper sighed, “the mayor has been turning a blind eye to it.”

“How come?”

“Winter festival,” she scoffed, “it’s a week away, and he doesn’t want to stir up fear and risk losing some tourist economy. Or something or other. Fat lotta good that will be if the town’s wiped out.”

“How do you know something’s coming this way?”

A small handful of news papers were handed to him. “I keep some of the other cities newspapers in case guests need to be filled in. The past couple weeks the cities down south have had an uptick in missing people. Or dead even. The stretch of road and rail that it follows up leads here.”

Daniel’s amber eyes rover over the pages she had folded the corner down. It was mostly just photos of the people themselves that had gone missing. All within the evening hours. A couple had obituaries, no true confirmation but just finding traces of blood where they last were seen. Described it as if some wild animal tore its way through.

“Christ-you probably think I’m crazy,” the woman assumed his silence was suspicion.

“No- no, you’re just telling me what you’ve seen from these… I don’t know of any animals that migrate north for the winter though,” he hummed. Animal? Person? Regardless the woman believed her town was in danger. At best nothing comes through, at the very least he could help advocate for her with the mayor.

“We dont have much to offer here, but if you’re willing to stay and help sort this out I’m willing to give you and your daughter lodging and-“

“Ew!” The child’s face soured at the word, chasing it with a giggle “he’s my brother.”

She was met with a gentle elbow nudge from him, silently chiding her to be polite. “We got nowhere else to be or go, so we’ll take you up on that. Think a week would be enough time to gauge if this threat is coming?” The hunter asked.

“A week should be plenty! Thank you so much ,” without missing a beat the lady handed a key to him. Clearly relieved someone was willing to listen to her. “Dinner is at seven, and if you’re traveling to the city little further northeast make sure you leave before dark. It’s a sundown town I’m afraid.”

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😓 - acknowledging mistakes

Ask muse how good they are at..

"Mistakes? Aww, now sugar..." Remmick trails off, smirking. "I ain't one for makin' mistakes," he goes on, nodding confidently to himself. There's a fucking self-assured smile on Remmick's lips and not even a whiff of self awareness. No mind to his over-eager approach to the Choctaw for their Firekeeper and the ass whooping he got. No thoughts on the issue with bringing two Klan members to a black owned Joint. Not at his lack of direction for Mary. Bumbling Cornbread's approach when exercising full control. Finally getting into the Juke Joint, but letting Sammie escape. Capturing his prize, only to monologue when he should have been biting... Nope. Remmick doesn't make mistakes.

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[snip]

"Maybe I got the brunt of it?" Remmick offers, sardonic smile on his lips as he steps forward to hold out his hand to the much taller man. Given how short Remmick is and his rather scuffed up appearance? He's not exactly a threatening image. There's even a Band-Aid plastered to his brow where Martha had cleaned a wound Remmick had given himself before knocking. Under that bandage, the skin was already healed over.

"Did it now? Can tell, fetchin' groceries for your ma. Good lad," he continues, letting his accent bleed Irish a tad with the learned Southern drawl. In these times it's no longer a liability and Americans seem more charmed by it. The playful Irish scoundral. Harmless, really.

It's not lost on Remmick that this Clark bodily puts himself between his parents and the stranger in his home. A cautious man along with a mama's boy. The glasses are a whole other thing. Remmick wasn't one to pay attention to the news, but he'd seen clips and spotted news reels about the Man of Steel.

"Aye, only passin' through. There's a blues show I planned to catch in the town over before my accident," he goes on, grimacing at the end as he gestures to his disheveled self. "Say, anyone ever tell you that you look like that Super fellow?" Remmick gestures up to Clark with his mug of tea, smiling. "Granted, no idea if he's as big as you."

His attention shifts to Martha, easy charm on display. "Must have raised this one right and fed him well," Remmick chuckles then presses a palm to his own chest. "Can't say the same 'bout me."

Small Town, Big Appetite | @xmultimusesx

Despite progress and time marching on, Remmick remains a steadfast relic. Much to Stack's chagrin and Mary's endless exasperation. Sure, Remmick has kept abreast of changing technology enough to not look an utter fool and Stack has made certain to keep his sire looking presentable no matter the era.

But the bigger schemes and putting down roots? Remmick has never been a fan. For the better as his vampire thralls weren't exactly obedient children, if they ever had been. No, Remmick prefers to roam even now and aims for the places where the land still yawns empty before him. Something like Kansas, which is exactly where Remmick has wandered to. He hadn't bothered to check the sign on the outskirts of town, Small-something-or-other. Didn't matter much to Remmick, as long as he got to play the old con. Hunt as he always had. After stashing his car in what he hopes is an abandoned barn, Remmick took a leisurely stroll across the fields. Ash he went, he made certain to let the corn stalks tear at his sleeveless shirt and pants. Shoes, dress shirt and anything that would make the vampire half-presentable had been stashed in the car along with his wallet and the cellphone Stack insisted he carry. It was all about the presentation. To look as pathetic as possible when he knocked at the farmhouse door. It'd worked, the couple who had welcomed him in were aghast at the state of Remmick and his story. A car had followed him since town and men had piled out when he'd stopped at a light as any law abiding citizen would. Beaten and bloodied, they'd roughed him up good and stripped him of his possessions, or so Remmick said. Sad Remmick right down at the kitchen table after making sure none of his wounds were too worse for wear. Had yammered on about their son joining them for dinner soon, but Remmick had paid that little mind. Three for one would be good eating. "I'm sorry, ma'am but what did you say your name was again? Seems those boys roughed me up good, wounderin' if my brain ain't a bit scrambles," Remmick goes on, expression apologetic. "Oh, I'm Martha dear and this is Jonathan. Folks round here usually just call us Ma and Pa," Martha Kent beams over at Remmick with a sympathetic smile.

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😂 (Not as good as me ye fuckin' bastard)

- siritheshifter

Ask muse how good they are at.. 😂 - telling jokes

"Tellin' jokes? Oh, I been known to crack a few of 'em," Remmick smirks as he elbows Siridean. "-but I'm more for tellin' stories and playin' music." "Sure can do both better than you," he retorts. "Sound like a damned bobcat bein' tortured when you try to sing!"

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[snip]

The vampire is unmoved by the preacher's shouts, eyes burning red coals as he watches the man's break down. It delights him; making his black heart quicken as the father wallows in anguish. His demanding shouts go ignored as Remmick sucks down Tess' blood. It tastes of new life and promise in only the blood of a youth can. He groans, possibly playing it up for his audience of one as Remmick feasts.

As Tess' heart slows, Remmick raises his head, eyes still trained on her father. "You want me to drop her?" he taunts, hand releasing Tess' hair so her head lulls limp. Remmick glances down, noting how washed out Tess looks now. That distant look in her eyes the dead get as she slips from this world, but-

Remmick doesn't coax her soul along. His presence and bite alone ensure she's trapped if he doesn't act. This one is his.

The hivemind absorbs her, binding her soul to it. To Remmick and his other thralls. There'd be whispers. Curiosity from the others. Sparks of emotion. Remmick's own memories. The ones he deems to share of his own turning, his thralls, choice moments showing him at his most powerful.

Easing the body down, Remmick steps back as he licks his lips clean of blood. There's a dribble of it down the front of his shirt and his chin is stained red.

"Heh, did I now? Frettin' too much. Give her time," he gestures down at Tess, stepping back just enough to give the man space to mourn his daughter.

Remmick already knows how she'll repay him. She'd asked for her father specifically and Remmick was a man of his word.

Sometimes.

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Tess’s father's breath caught violently in his throat as he watched the monster slide behind his daughter, that creature’s claws resting on her like she belonged to him.

“Tess—Tess, don’t you dare!” he shouted, but his voice broke, horror strangling it in his chest. When Remmick’s hand twisted in her hair and yanked her head back, the preacher lurched forward, fists clenched, powerless. “No—NO!” he bellowed, his voice echoing off the church walls like a funeral bell. The sight of Remmick’s fangs sinking into her neck tore something primal from the man’s soul.

“You devil—you hell-born filth! Let her go! LET HER GO!” His knees nearly buckled as he watched the color drain from her face, as though her very soul were being swallowed whole. It was not just pain—no, it was a father’s agony, the searing realization that he had lost her long before this night.

He had failed to save his wife, and now he watched helplessly as the last light of his daughter’s life was devoured in front of him.

It hurt at first. Like fire licking her veins and glass splintering behind her eyes. But as Remmick drank, the pain dulled—faded into something distant, like a memory slipping through her fingers. The world dimmed at the edges, her heartbeat slowing until it was barely there, barely hers. She couldn’t scream, couldn’t move—only surrender. Her limbs were heavy, her skin cold, and yet… there was a strange peace in it. The kind that came when you stopped fighting, when you stopped fearing.

Tess felt the last thread of her human self unravel, drifting into the dark. Her breath hitched one final time. This is what dying feels like, she thought. But even as everything went black, something deeper stirred—something old and patient. The pain was gone. The fear was gone. All that remained was the hollowness… and the hunger.

Tess’s father stood just inches away, trembling with fury and grief. His voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper, yet it cut through the room like a blade. “You killed her,” he hissed, eyes burning into Remmick’s. “You drained the light from my daughter and left me with a corpse.”

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In Battle... Your Muse-

Bold what applies, italicize sometimes. Repost, don't reblog.

fights  honorably  /  fights  dirty

prefers  close  -  quarters  /  prefers  ranged combat

chats  during  /  goes  silent 

low  pain  tolerance  /  high  pain  tolerance

attacks  in  bursts  /  attacks  steadily / attacks rarely

goes  for  the  kill  /  aims  to  disarm  /  fights  defensively /  strikes  first

is  provoked  easily  /  provokes  their  opponent  /  teases

gets  visibly  frustrated  /  shouts  while  attacking

uses  strategy  /  focuses  on  the  battle  /  experiences  conflicting  thoughts  during  battle

rushes  in  recklessly  /  tries  to  read  their  opponent  before  engaging

fights  wildly  /  fights  calmly  /  fights  apathetically  /  fights  with  anger  /  fights  with  excitement / fights reluctantly

fights  because  they  have  to  /  fights  because  they  want  to

fights  without  regard  to  wounds  /  runs  away  when  wounded  /  hides  wounds  /  takes  a  blow  to  protect  another

prefers  a  blade  /  prefers  a  gun  /  prefers  hand  to  hand  combat  /  prefers  a  bow  /  prefers  a  shield  /  prefers  a  personalized  weapon /  prefers  magic  or  spells

their  greatest  weakness  is  physical  /  their  greatest  weakness  is  mental  /  their  greatest  weakness  is  emotional

transforms  for  battle  /  fights  as  they  appear

relies  on  strength  /  doubts  their  strength  /  relies  on  speed / relies on heart

uses  everything  they  have  /  proceeds  with  caution  /  hides  their  full  potential

exhausts  quickly  /  has  high  stamina

behaves  arrogantly  /  brags  after  landing  a  hit  /  belittles  their  abilities

uses  psychological  tactics  /  uses  brute  strength

avoids  civilians  /  strikes  down  civilians

damages  surroundings  /  avoids  damaging  surroundings

signature  fighting  style  /  makes  it  up  as  they  go

mastered  skill  -  set  /  learning  their  skill  -  set

fancy  footwork  /  sloppy  footwork

messy  fighter  /  elegant  fighter

accepts  defeat  /  refuses  defeat  /  begs  for  mercy

compliments  their  opponent  /  insults  their  opponent

uses  unnecessary  movements  /  moves  efficiently  /  barely  moves

prefers  to  dodge  /  prefers  to  block

defends  their  blindside  /  has  no  blindside  /  leaves  blindsides  vulnerable

uses  all  available  advantages  /  strictly  uses  one  main  method

plays  around  /  holds  back  /  fights  ruthlessly  /  shows  mercy

waits  for  an  opponent  to  be  ready  /  strikes  when  opponent  isn’t  ready

fears  death  /  fears  pain  /  fears  killing / a secret fourth thing

has  ptsd  /  avoids  fighting

has  lost  a  fight /  has  won  a  fight

has  killed /  refuses  to  kill

wants  to  die  standing  /  would  succumb  slowly

tagged by: @anthologicals tagging: @siritheshifter, @xmultimusesx, @keybladeseeker0, @fyhiraethau

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Remmick doesn't pull away as the woman claws at him, not when her very fight is the life he's stealing right out of her. There's no need. She won't be moving for much longer. The lines she digs into his arms heal seconds after her nails scrape the skin off and Remmick feels none of it. He's too blood drunk, flush with new vitality as the beat if his dead heart kicks up a notch near to a living rhythm.

He releases his teeth, sighing softly once he's had his fill as Remmick leans back and lets the woman's body ease onto the table. This one he doesn't coax the soul from. He's seen too much. She'll be useful with her connections and familiar face to family members. Another tool under his belt.

He glances down to her face, the distant dazed expression and the tears tracking down her cheeks. Remmick smiles, wide and bloody. It's a merciless smile.

"Hush now. Won't hurt much longer," he coos mockingly while loosening his hold further. She's drained too dry. Remmick knows it won't be long. With as much care for a toy that's lost its charm, Remmick releases her to slide down against the table. Maybe she'll flop over it or tumble to the floor.

Remmick has already lost interest. He's fed and his new thrall will be up on her feet soon enough.

Turning, Remmick leans over to wipe his mouth off on the tablecloth before wandering over to where a row of picture frames sit on a side table. He hums softly under his breath, reaching out with one claw to count out the family there. Children. Daughters, he knows now. Can't separate the family, now.

He likes to have a complete set.

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The sudden bark of Remmick's laughter as the woman trips is distorted by the rows and rows of pointed teeth he has on display, not caring as she slips from his grasp. There's the CRASH as she hits the table, anything atop sent flying as chairs topple over. Good on her for staying upright, but it won't save Lisa in the end.

He snatches for her arm, lengthened claws digging in the moment she takes that step to a second door across the room. Remmick yanks and he doesn't hesitate. He crowds in, bracketing her in against the table. His free hand snatches for her head, claws tangling in Lisa's hair with no gentleness. This is only about feeding. Remmick leans in, mouth opening before he chomps into flesh. Has to rear back with the mouthful, spitting the mess of skin and flesh onto the table before diving back in too drink. He drinks deeply, blood dribbling between them and soaking into the fabric of his shirt as the memories flood in. The teaching position. Her family. Children. A husband. The messy custody battle and the slander resulting in the loss of her job and children. it's bitter blood, but Remmick drinks it down all the same.

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Winter is the ideal season for a vampire. Longer nights, less sunlight to be had, and with folks bundled up as they are against the cold? Easier to stay anonymous in a crowd.

Then there are the holidays. The festivals that crop up, drawing people from the warmth of their hearths to socialize and drowning in their cups to keep warm instead. Makes people foolish and no one questions it that much if someone goes missing out in the snow.

The change in weather has Remmick moving a steady pace northward, meandering from town to town with only a few missing persons and possibly a corpse or two left in his wake. He's never paid any news he generated any mind.

In all his years roaming this country, the most anyone ever got of him was an eyewitness account of him fleeing the scene at Boston Harbor. He'd found that article a few years later and had a good chuckle over it.

A smoldering man, who would ever believe such fanciful notions?

No, there weren't any creatures that go bump in the night. Not in this modernizing world of machines that'll detect objects or work equations for people. Nothing like him can exist in such a time.

It's these thoughts that crawl through Remmick's brain as he lets the memories of his newest kill wash over him. This man had been a modern man, head full of the science articles he's last read. A world of possibilities and inventions he'll never see. What a pity. Wiping his mouth, Remmick considers the corpse and how to best dispose of it. The town had more people milling about than usual but that was to be expected with a festival looming.

Sighing, Remmick crouches down to heft the corpse under the arms before hoisting it like a sack of grain over one shoulder. He casts about the building whefre Remmick had made his feast, eyes catching on the treeline.

That'll do.

With a grunt, Remmick re-adjusts the corpse as he makes his way to the woods. There he can drop the corpse off to be a feast for the smaller critters. A bountiful gift with the ground frozen over and all the trees bare.

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“Mr. Hayes, thank you so much for heeding my letter,” a middle aged woman smiled as a dark haired gentleman stepped up onto the porch of her inn. There was a young girl no taller than his hip clinging to his coat. “I hope the train ride here was no trouble for the two of you.”

“Not at all ma’am,” the man assured, voice only revealing traces of fatigue from travel. “Your letter mentioned something you’re afraid is on the way.”

“Yes sir,” the innkeeper sighed, “the mayor has been turning a blind eye to it.”

“How come?”

“Winter festival,” she scoffed, “it’s a week away, and he doesn’t want to stir up fear and risk losing some tourist economy. Or something or other. Fat lotta good that will be if the town’s wiped out.”

“How do you know something’s coming this way?”

A small handful of news papers were handed to him. “I keep some of the other cities newspapers in case guests need to be filled in. The past couple weeks the cities down south have had an uptick in missing people. Or dead even. The stretch of road and rail that it follows up leads here.”

Daniel’s amber eyes rover over the pages she had folded the corner down. It was mostly just photos of the people themselves that had gone missing. All within the evening hours. A couple had obituaries, no true confirmation but just finding traces of blood where they last were seen. Described it as if some wild animal tore its way through.

“Christ-you probably think I’m crazy,” the woman assumed his silence was suspicion.

“No- no, you’re just telling me what you’ve seen from these… I don’t know of any animals that migrate north for the winter though,” he hummed. Animal? Person? Regardless the woman believed her town was in danger. At best nothing comes through, at the very least he could help advocate for her with the mayor.

“We dont have much to offer here, but if you’re willing to stay and help sort this out I’m willing to give you and your daughter lodging and-“

“Ew!” The child’s face soured at the word, chasing it with a giggle “he’s my brother.”

She was met with a gentle elbow nudge from him, silently chiding her to be polite. “We got nowhere else to be or go, so we’ll take you up on that. Think a week would be enough time to gauge if this threat is coming?” The hunter asked.

“A week should be plenty! Thank you so much ,” without missing a beat the lady handed a key to him. Clearly relieved someone was willing to listen to her. “Dinner is at seven, and if you’re traveling to the city little further northeast make sure you leave before dark. It’s a sundown town I’m afraid.”

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