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The flashes of a family, simple farmers from the looks of it, two siblings one a sister he'd watch the sunrise and sunsets with, then predator like eyes in the night slaughtering his father and brother, attacking him before his sister died saving him - waking up to being burned by the sunlight, the centuries he watched go by until that night in delta Mississippi to now. From where he was ringing out the bloodied cloth from cleaning her neck, he tossed it into the sink and walked over, coat and flat cap hung up and suspenders resting against his legs with just his tank top on tucked under his pants

"whoa" he sounded more amused watching her and slowly walking to her bedside "Quick little minx aren't ya" he hummed examining her - it seemed it worked after all "welcome to ya new life darlin. Ya in the house I've been occupying before i leave London in a few days" he spoke sitting down on the edge still studying her in a way.

She looked healthy, she looked better than she might have felt earlier that was for sure, she looked alive "Told ya i could save ya....but it comes at a cost lassie, you ain't human anymore" he hummed "Bet ya hungry huh?"

Remmick watched as she went limp in his arms, her memories flooding into his mind like a movie reel almost, childhood memories, memories of her friends and loved ones, faint memories of Dracula and the events leading to this moment. He licked his lips of her blood, settling her down once he stood up, slung his bango back into his back before picking her up bridal style. Sure there wasn't anyone around but he wasn't going to risk someone seeing her wake up no doubt hungry.

"Don't worry darlin, gonna feel brand new once ya wake up" he hummer. She was english yes, the same people who oppressed his people - but he still longed for companionship now more than ever, and she had needed saving after all from something that was for dam sure now. The abandoned home he was occupying for the time being was two story, well kept since he found it almost feeling like a true home, outside the city so he flew them there

Remmick settled her onto the bed in the room he'd been resting in, before cleaning up his face a bit in the bathroom and then cleaning up her neck area. His bango sat against the wall near by, as he checked on the healing - part of him unsure if it would work considering she had seemed stuck between life and death.

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"Oi, I'm right here - what ya mean a man like me?" Remmick replied with a raised eyebrow at the pair, with mary waving a dismissive hand at her "Hush up and wash them dishes like a good boyfriend Remmy" that earned mary a look but the man resumed what he was doing, grumbling something in Irish under his breath. Stack was the next one to speak "nah, nope gonna stop ya right there - Don't need to hear about last night for ya two" he shook his head amusing remmick who had a smug grin on his lips as the vampire moved to the living room alongside mary.

Drying his hands after washing the dishes, he didn't bother rolling down his sleeves and moved to Azha "Gonna get some sleep now darlin, I'll be up once ya come home" he spoke titling her head and stealing a kiss from her lips "And if anyone gives ya trouble, just tell me" he spoke before moving away to head into the hall for some reat

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It had been two days since the blood. Since the screams. Since the moon lit Remmick like something out of an old warning tale— and she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him since.

Azha hadn’t meant to end up near the joint. Not really.

She’d left barefoot, told herself she was just walking to walk— letting the dirt cool her soles, trying to quiet the thing inside her that hadn’t rested since that night. But the air felt different again. Heavy. Expectant. And when the low thrum of music drifted to her from down the hill—gritty, sweet, sinful— it curled its fingers into her and pulled.

Then she saw him.

Remmick.

[Azha ducked back, slipping behind a splintered porch post wrapped in rusted wire. She watched from the dark.]

[The bouncer squinted at him, unimpressed.]

“You ain’t on the list, stranger,” [the man grunted, arms crossed like a wall. His jaw looked carved from stone, his eyes sharp with suspicion.] “This place don’t just let any drifter in ‘cause he’s got a silver tongue.

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Remmick watched as she went limp in his arms, her memories flooding into his mind like a movie reel almost, childhood memories, memories of her friends and loved ones, faint memories of Dracula and the events leading to this moment. He licked his lips of her blood, settling her down once he stood up, slung his bango back into his back before picking her up bridal style. Sure there wasn't anyone around but he wasn't going to risk someone seeing her wake up no doubt hungry.

"Don't worry darlin, gonna feel brand new once ya wake up" he hummer. She was english yes, the same people who oppressed his people - but he still longed for companionship now more than ever, and she had needed saving after all from something that was for dam sure now. The abandoned home he was occupying for the time being was two story, well kept since he found it almost feeling like a true home, outside the city so he flew them there

Remmick settled her onto the bed in the room he'd been resting in, before cleaning up his face a bit in the bathroom and then cleaning up her neck area. His bango sat against the wall near by, as he checked on the healing - part of him unsure if it would work considering she had seemed stuck between life and death.

The fact she pulled out a handkerchief and handed it to him no doubt for his drool, caught the vampire by shock - last person who saw this pulled a gun on him and was clearly on guard and uneased, but she didn't have any reaction other than wanting to offer him something to clean up the drool. Remmick couldn't help but chuckle amused after a moment, even as he took the item "Aye Darlin, I know....cause I'm hungry and you've caught my interest...so let me save ya from yer fate"

Remmick knew she was weak, more than likely she wouldn't be able to fight him and not like there was anyone around this time of night. He was quick to pull her close before she could react, one hand covering her mouth while the other kept her close enough in his arms. His canines grew into fangs as he pierced her neck where her previous marks sat, and he drank and with it her memories flashed in his mind, from the earliest to this moment - those red eyes not his flashing in his mind was what got him to pull away with a shocked expression. Fuck, that's why she seemed different - he had heard stories of the Original, Dracula but he figured he was a myth among their kind and humans.

He kept her in his arms though for a moment before laying her on the bench, so remmick could stand and sling his bango onto his back. Leaning down, he picked her up bridal style and lifted into the air with ease towards the abandoned home outside the city he was occupying for the last few months. It was livable enough for him of course, cleaned up with power so the lights were on as he arrived - whispering under his breath to invite her inside, before walking in and settling her onto the bed while she rested

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Remmick settled down into the space he was given, mostly looking around to get his bearings a bit on top of listening to things around him. At some point he did settle on the cot, and softly strummed his bango into a soft tune while quietly humming the words but not yet singing them of course. Eventually though he set it off to the side and by the time the sun came up, the vampire was asleep on the cot - arms folded over his upper body, ankles crossed and his head lightly titled showing he truly was asleep on top of how his breathing seemed relaxed. He'd taken his boots and top shirt off, and his spenders were off his shoulders. The scarring on his chest could be seen a faint bit, and his golden chain necklace was more visible. He almost looked like a normal man truly, tired and needing rest.

Eventually though he woke up quickly and suddenly, taking a sharp breath when he sat up straight like he was in alert before visible. The vampire let out a deep sighed, rubbing his face from whatever had woken him up and moved to get his boots on - his senses listening to whatever was happening within the house, trying to determine what time it was at the moment

Bump in the night (CLOSED RP Starter)

@boundinmybones liked for a starter from Remmick from here

Months had passed since the incident in Delta, Mississippi - only thing the public knew was that the smokestack twins had opened up a juke joint that night, resulting in the disappearances of every single person who had attended - minus smoke who had be found dead among clan members. Everyone's guess was those that had vanished that night met an ill fate at best given the shoot out that clearly happened, and the only survivor Sammy Moore had fled and refused to say what happened.

The person though who truly caused that nightmare of a night had actually survived - how was anyone's guess, but remmick managed to get away though it took months for him to heal enough to pass as human again and to travel. He wanted to see his people, he wanted to feel the culture lost to him but that was the closest he had come to death since being turned, and he refused to go through it again. Besides despite the connection was weak and broken off - he could still sense Mary and Stack were alive, and no doubt watching over sammy given he was family.

The sun had gone down enough that Remmick was able to move around within the small town he'd come across. He looked mostly normal - minus the chest would that was for the most part healed up and looked like scaring for the time being. He wore his white tank top though to hide it under the blue shirt he had on - sitting outside within the sleeping town, softly strumming his bango and singing quietly despite he was listening out for the person close by that he heard

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The fact she pulled out a handkerchief and handed it to him no doubt for his drool, caught the vampire by shock - last person who saw this pulled a gun on him and was clearly on guard and uneased, but she didn't have any reaction other than wanting to offer him something to clean up the drool. Remmick couldn't help but chuckle amused after a moment, even as he took the item "Aye Darlin, I know....cause I'm hungry and you've caught my interest...so let me save ya from yer fate"

Remmick knew she was weak, more than likely she wouldn't be able to fight him and not like there was anyone around this time of night. He was quick to pull her close before she could react, one hand covering her mouth while the other kept her close enough in his arms. His canines grew into fangs as he pierced her neck where her previous marks sat, and he drank and with it her memories flashed in his mind, from the earliest to this moment - those red eyes not his flashing in his mind was what got him to pull away with a shocked expression. Fuck, that's why she seemed different - he had heard stories of the Original, Dracula but he figured he was a myth among their kind and humans.

He kept her in his arms though for a moment before laying her on the bench, so remmick could stand and sling his bango onto his back. Leaning down, he picked her up bridal style and lifted into the air with ease towards the abandoned home outside the city he was occupying for the last few months. It was livable enough for him of course, cleaned up with power so the lights were on as he arrived - whispering under his breath to invite her inside, before walking in and settling her onto the bed while she rested

As she spoke about sleep walking and something having bit her, remmick's gaze fell onto the marks she showed him - he recognized them as a vampire bite but a very tamed bite compared to his usual ones. If that was the case though, why did she look so sickly and so human? A confused expression crossed his face as he examined the marks, though when she spoke again and covered the marks, remmick's blue eyes looked to the young woman listening to her.

Something wasn't right, like her soul and body was trapped between letting her die, live, or even turn - like something was keeping her to suffer but what? It just made him all the more intrigued and all the more interested to see if her memories held who exactly did this or what happened?

At her question, he shook his head "nah no doctor darlin, just me and the gift of freedom I can offer ya" he spoke, eyes now crimson with thick drool falling down towards his chin. He held a hand out to her, eyes never leaving her own despite reflecting like a predator in the night, they looked so gentle and like he truly was offering salvation almost "I can save ya from yer fate"

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Stack smugly smiled giving Azha a look, the marks on her neck didn't have to tell the pair what happened - they could still smell it from the bedroom, smelled it on her more so than remmick who had showered before they arrived. Mary gave a soft chuckle "had a fun night huh? He brought some blood for Remmick since he seemed so eager to get you home" she chuckled earning another look from the Irish vampire, who moved to drink from the cup of said blood.

"Figure ya would be hungry, ya got work soon" Remmick spoke to Azha, putting the cup down and licking his lips clean of blood before nuzzling his face against her cheek softly "Eat" he spoke softly before pulling away to wash the dishes he used to clean "Boy she really got you whipped huh?" Stack teased

Starter: The Joint and Jackal

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It had been two days since the blood. Since the screams. Since the moon lit Remmick like something out of an old warning tale— and she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him since.

Azha hadn’t meant to end up near the joint. Not really.

She’d left barefoot, told herself she was just walking to walk— letting the dirt cool her soles, trying to quiet the thing inside her that hadn’t rested since that night. But the air felt different again. Heavy. Expectant. And when the low thrum of music drifted to her from down the hill—gritty, sweet, sinful— it curled its fingers into her and pulled.

Then she saw him.

Remmick.

[Azha ducked back, slipping behind a splintered porch post wrapped in rusted wire. She watched from the dark.]

[The bouncer squinted at him, unimpressed.]

“You ain’t on the list, stranger,” [the man grunted, arms crossed like a wall. His jaw looked carved from stone, his eyes sharp with suspicion.] “This place don’t just let any drifter in ‘cause he’s got a silver tongue.

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As she spoke about sleep walking and something having bit her, remmick's gaze fell onto the marks she showed him - he recognized them as a vampire bite but a very tamed bite compared to his usual ones. If that was the case though, why did she look so sickly and so human? A confused expression crossed his face as he examined the marks, though when she spoke again and covered the marks, remmick's blue eyes looked to the young woman listening to her.

Something wasn't right, like her soul and body was trapped between letting her die, live, or even turn - like something was keeping her to suffer but what? It just made him all the more intrigued and all the more interested to see if her memories held who exactly did this or what happened?

At her question, he shook his head "nah no doctor darlin, just me and the gift of freedom I can offer ya" he spoke, eyes now crimson with thick drool falling down towards his chin. He held a hand out to her, eyes never leaving her own despite reflecting like a predator in the night, they looked so gentle and like he truly was offering salvation almost "I can save ya from yer fate"

It wasn't the smartest thing at the moment singing an Irish song with the city of London - but he had to get out of the states for a bit given what had transpired that almost got him killed. He'd healed by now of course, minus the faint scaring still at the center of his chest hidden by his clothes - but that too would finally fade into nothing within a couple of weeks, and that night would be a distant memory. He seemed to sigh deeply when she noticed the accent - his Irish one having been clear in the song, and still audible at times within his southern one "Ah...well...your very observant" He spoke

It was the English who had oppressed his people, and still were even now after centuries since first setting foot in his now lost homeland. Ireland still stood but it would never be the home he knew back then, it was lost to him. He noticed her mischievous smile, which had the vampire tilt his head a bit - remmick's nosed scrunched up a faint bit "can somewhat smell it on ya lassie....no offense" he spoke with his senses being heightened to a point. Not everything people knew about his kind was true though, but some was at least

"....pardon me for ask'in but....ya look unwell darlin - is it wise you be walk'in around in the cold night?" He asked wondering if she was truly sick maybe "ya body looks like it might be nearing the end if I may be so bold...but yer eyes got so much life in them - a shame to let ya fade away ya know.....i could help ya"

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Remmick smiled almost in a smug fashion, softly shrugging his shoulders like it was nothing - only it hadn't been nothing, he had come within inches of dying and he still didn't understand fully how he survived. Maybe it was the fact it had been the center of his chest and not directly into his heart? Who truly knew but regardless he survived, and he refused to come that close to eternal death again "Been around since the 5th century lassie....still I need to rest and fully heal this dam thing, before I can travel like I use to before"

Fixing his tank top and shirt with his free hand, the vampire watch and studied her, listening to her comment before she shook his hand. Oh that made him smile almost darkly in a way but maybe it was due to the fact she now knew what he was "Ain't gonna be no hell for us darlin....cause I'll bring hell to them if they try to touch us so long as I am here" Remmick spoke. Vampires were usually protective of their territory and right now this was his - while he wasn't over territorially, he was defensive when it came to dangers

Letting her hand go, the vampire moved to walk around the area humming softly to himself "Oh by the way, much appreciated for tended to my jaw - it did hurt a tad bit" Remmick replied taking his bango off and setting it against the closest wall out of the way "Well, I best let ya get yer rest lassie - or was that just to get away from me?" his smirk told her her more than likely knew the answer to that question though

Bump in the night (CLOSED RP Starter)

@boundinmybones liked for a starter from Remmick from here

Months had passed since the incident in Delta, Mississippi - only thing the public knew was that the smokestack twins had opened up a juke joint that night, resulting in the disappearances of every single person who had attended - minus smoke who had be found dead among clan members. Everyone's guess was those that had vanished that night met an ill fate at best given the shoot out that clearly happened, and the only survivor Sammy Moore had fled and refused to say what happened.

The person though who truly caused that nightmare of a night had actually survived - how was anyone's guess, but remmick managed to get away though it took months for him to heal enough to pass as human again and to travel. He wanted to see his people, he wanted to feel the culture lost to him but that was the closest he had come to death since being turned, and he refused to go through it again. Besides despite the connection was weak and broken off - he could still sense Mary and Stack were alive, and no doubt watching over sammy given he was family.

The sun had gone down enough that Remmick was able to move around within the small town he'd come across. He looked mostly normal - minus the chest would that was for the most part healed up and looked like scaring for the time being. He wore his white tank top though to hide it under the blue shirt he had on - sitting outside within the sleeping town, softly strumming his bango and singing quietly despite he was listening out for the person close by that he heard

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"Not even with tina and newt? or is he off traveling alongside her?" Theseus asked, keeping her tucked into his side as they moved enough so that he could apperate the pair close enough to home and out of sight of muggles. The rest of the walk he didn't let her go not once, only until they reached their house so the door could be unlocked. Theseus almost visibility relaxed as they entered their home, his eyes moving around the room as if to see if anything had changed while he was gone - which he wouldn't have minded of course, it was Queenie's home just as much as it was his home.

He winced removing his coat and hanging it up, before taking his suit jacket off to rest against a near by chair "The minister wants me back tomorrow early for a report...no rest for the wicked" he spoke knowing she wouldn't like the news

Theseus only pulled away enough to meet her lips in a kiss, one of longing, of reassurance to each other they were together again, one that almost seemed to help him physically relax before he covered her face with kisses. He rested his forehead against Queenie's with eyes closed for a moment before opening them - merlin He looked utterly exhausted and eager just to get home and spend time with her at the same time. As much as Theseus knew they both disliked these risky missions, he had a job to do but during a time of war it also meant now more than ever, every second with his wife was even more precious. Theseus had to debrief his mission, but that could wait for tomorrow as he moved to tuck her into his side - three and a half months had been far too long as he walked them to head home "Anything I've missed love? Afraid I've got a few bruises - I promise there nothing serious, look worse than they are but I'm fine" he promised though theseus knew she would worry and rightfully so

Queenie took a deep breath, enjoying being able to share the same air as him again. She savored the feeling of his forehead against hers. She gladly tucked herself into his side, keeping an arm wrapped around him.

"Nothing terribly new," she murmured. At the mention of the bruises, she knew immediately upon their return home, she'd be applying salve. "Lets get you home."

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It wasn't the smartest thing at the moment singing an Irish song with the city of London - but he had to get out of the states for a bit given what had transpired that almost got him killed. He'd healed by now of course, minus the faint scaring still at the center of his chest hidden by his clothes - but that too would finally fade into nothing within a couple of weeks, and that night would be a distant memory. He seemed to sigh deeply when she noticed the accent - his Irish one having been clear in the song, and still audible at times within his southern one "Ah...well...your very observant" He spoke

It was the English who had oppressed his people, and still were even now after centuries since first setting foot in his now lost homeland. Ireland still stood but it would never be the home he knew back then, it was lost to him. He noticed her mischievous smile, which had the vampire tilt his head a bit - remmick's nosed scrunched up a faint bit "can somewhat smell it on ya lassie....no offense" he spoke with his senses being heightened to a point. Not everything people knew about his kind was true though, but some was at least

"....pardon me for ask'in but....ya look unwell darlin - is it wise you be walk'in around in the cold night?" He asked wondering if she was truly sick maybe "ya body looks like it might be nearing the end if I may be so bold...but yer eyes got so much life in them - a shame to let ya fade away ya know.....i could help ya"

Her scent was a tricky one, yes he could smell death on her but something within her scent was familiar but not quiet - but was the scent of death because she was sick? she seemed so young to be ill if that was the case given her thin and frail appearance, but that familiar scent was of another vampire.....but she didn't appear to be as such, she looked like just another human, the sound of her heart normal rather than an unnaturally slower pace like his. Oh she was a curious one and Remmick would find the answers as it what exactly she was tonight.

With ease, he gave a charming smile with soft blue eyes looking to her as his head softly nodded for the seat beside him "Wouldn't mind a lovely lady such as yer self to join me none" he spoke with the southern accent he used to hide his natural Irish one - but the way he pronounced a few words, hinted the one he tried to hide of course.

His eyes watched her once she joined him, shifting his instrument to give her room as he removed it and set the tool beside him to rest against the bench. One arm moved to rest over the back of the bench, shifting how he sat so he faced her a bit more "Well thank ya darlin....old song I learned from me ma - bless her heart and soul" He spoke "Most people don't find these places all to lovely, but it's good to honor the dead....did you come to do just that?" he asked

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Remmick just held her close, knowing no doubt she must be spent or tired at the very least with how limb her body was to a point. He hummed against the back of her neck leaving soft kisses, not saying a word as they laid there in the afterglow. The vampire stayed awake even when Azha fell asleep once she did of course, and by the next morning he wasn't in the bed but the smell of food having been cooked was coming from the kitchen area. He knew she had to work, so Remmick took it upon himself to ensure she didn't have to cook her breakfast - a vampire didn't need to eat like humans did, but he still remembered how to cook from his time as a human, on top of having watched her at times.

He looked like he had taken a shower, with a fresh pair of pants and a white tank top tucked into them with a belt on as well as his spenders which were hanging against his legs. Setting the plate of food onto the table with something for her to drink, the vampire wasn't alone as Stack and Mary had come by before the sun rose to talk of course. Both of them had teased the vampire who just sent them a look before moving to check on Azha

Starter: The Joint and Jackal

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It had been two days since the blood. Since the screams. Since the moon lit Remmick like something out of an old warning tale— and she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him since.

Azha hadn’t meant to end up near the joint. Not really.

She’d left barefoot, told herself she was just walking to walk— letting the dirt cool her soles, trying to quiet the thing inside her that hadn’t rested since that night. But the air felt different again. Heavy. Expectant. And when the low thrum of music drifted to her from down the hill—gritty, sweet, sinful— it curled its fingers into her and pulled.

Then she saw him.

Remmick.

[Azha ducked back, slipping behind a splintered porch post wrapped in rusted wire. She watched from the dark.]

[The bouncer squinted at him, unimpressed.]

“You ain’t on the list, stranger,” [the man grunted, arms crossed like a wall. His jaw looked carved from stone, his eyes sharp with suspicion.] “This place don’t just let any drifter in ‘cause he’s got a silver tongue.

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SINNERS (2025) dir. Ryan Coogler

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"You're meant to be in a briefing, but you're too busy playing chess with your boyfriend."

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SAS Rogue Heroes: S01, E04 | Paddy trying and failing to find his lover Eoin’s body.

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SAS: Rogue Heroes | 2.03