Remmick loved your blood— The sweet sensation all over his body, he had a strong urge to just cover you with marks he enjoyed seeing. Places people could see, places only you and him could see.

He loved your body— though he loved any type, chubby, skinny, lanky. To be frankly he had no preference. You were his type. He loved you, and that meant he’ll love you from hell and back.

You lived with Remmick— as long as you can remember, and as long as Remmick was alive. If you were there. He would be too. You were never separate. Attached by the hip at all times even when you found out he turned into a vampire. Though it was shocking— to say at least. You never left his side.