remmick had never been quite fond of the idea of turning someone - sure being what he was had a sense of freedom to it, but there was a danger to it that wasn't exactly something he'd intentionally inflict on someone else.

that was until he'd met you.

in all his centuries alive, he had never met anyone as captivating as you had. the first few months after meeting you for the first time, he had pretended to be normal.

pretended as if the rumors spread about him were just from townsfolk that were jealous of him and who he was - surprisingly enough you had bought it and you had let him in. first inviting him into your home, making it so that he could enter freely.

after those few months had passed, he had told you. confessed that everything had been true, yet he had played the victim, pretended as if he was misunderstood, as if he was a starving vampire who hadn't fed in a millennia. even if it was unrealistic.

yet once more, you had bought it. his sweet, gullible darling.

then you had offered him the chance to feed off of your blood, and he had leapt at the chance, taking as much blood as you could handle at a time. but the relationship progressed quickly, something that he had been pleased about.

when he had asked to turn you the first time, you'd denied him. said that it wasn't what you wanted - that you wanted to grow old and die eventually.

but remmick wasn't someone who took no lightly. he had played the long con, pretended that he was fine with it, remained in the same state of loving you, of sleeping beside you in your bed as he laid out his plan.

he had asked you last night, but the difference was stark.

the two of you had been intimate. when he'd asked you, you'd been so drunk off of the feeling of him being so deep inside that you had agreed. that the yes had left your lips and he had taken it - even if you weren't in the right mind.

his fangs had punctured deep, deeper than ever before and he had gone through the process of turning you before you'd fallen apart.

and now he was dealing with the aftermath - willingly.

he'd woken up hours ago, eyes focused on you as you slept. the remaining markings of his teeth were embedded in his skin, although there was no mistaking the difference in how his feeding marks usually looked.

when you stirred, he heard your breath catch in your chest as you remembered the night before. as you realized what you had unknowingly agreed to. that there was no turning back - the you would be his until the end of time.

"mornin' darlin'," remmick spoke, his voice a low rumble in your ear as he leant forward, his frame resting comfortably against yours.

"show me ya teeth darlin'," he prompted.

when you chose to ignore him, he in turn, grabbed your chin, turning your face toward him. his thumb slipped just under your top lip, pushing the plump flesh up just enough for him to see if anything had changed.

and by god, it had.

"look at that," remmick crooned, although there was something darker there. "they suit you darlin'. you'll fit right in now."