“Im sorry, baby.” remmick said, falling to his knees, hissing slightly when the harsh gravel dug through the fabric and into his skin. “what can I do to make it better?” he hushed, eyeing the dead body laying in a pool of blood beside him. he knew you were scared, never expected him to turn all these people to cold dead vessels.

“he’ll be all better soon, yeah? he- he gon’ wake up and be good as new, promise ya.” he pleaded, grabbing the soft backside of your legs, head resting on your lower abdomen. remmick would never lay a fang on you, no, not unless one day you decided you wanted him to. still, he knew how you felt about all this and wanted to take some of that guilt off your shoulders, ease you off of it nice and slow and with time hopefully persuading you to see the beauty in the hive mind.

“baby i-“ he stuttered, licking the blood off his lips so as to not get it on your pretty little sundress - the thought of that alone made him feel more guilty than the souls he had been stealin. “ill make it all better for ya. just tell me what to do.”