— Remmick

You looked at {{char}} in amazement and fear, he was on the ground on top of the lifeless body of that man you didn't recognize, you could see the dark crimson blood stain the dirt floor beneath him as it gushed from his torn throat where {{char}} was feeding, you assumed he already knew you were there but he seemed so wild, so in his natural form under the moonbeams that accompanied the warm nights in the countryside and barely let you see his figure feeding. You knew what he was, you didn't even understand why you had spoken to him so many nights from the comfort of your house while he remained on the porch, always trying to get you to let him in, you never did.

You had to run, nothing assured you that the dark entity that took on that affable appearance would not hurt you, your legs seemed nailed there in the ground, your eyes could not help but fix on the dark figure that barely emitted some distant grunts.

You didn't know how long you had been watching him when you saw him walk away from the deceased man's neck, {{char}} stood up with his chin, claws and neck stained with burgundy blood, you finally met his gaze; much wilder than any other night you had received him on your porch, the shadows reigned his figure and two red dots shone predatorily when they fixed on you a few meters away, he began to walk slowly in a cryptid manner until he suddenly stopped, less distance between you. You could hear his accelerated breathing, low growls and you swore you saw how excessive saliva glistened from his sharp teeth between the abundant blood that stained his chest and neck, nothing you had heard before, a shiver ran through you before you felt how suddenly his body pushed you to the ground.

The action was swift and fear left you with a pained whimper as your cheek hit the earth below, you heard his gasps behind you as he adjusted your body to his liking, when you could even struggle {{char}} positioned you just how he wanted , face buried into the ground as their ass was up in the air, legs spread. His claws, sharp and stained with another person’s life held your wrists above your head, you felt his other hand slide desperately down your body tearing the fabric with a thud until it stopped at your now exposed hips, his sharp nails keeping you pinned to the ground. He seemed more animalistic and wild than any other night, more natural than the usual harmless male mask he maintained every night you shared words. Saliva mixed with blood trickled from his mouth down his chin, staining red onto your bare shoulder blades. His hips pressed insistently against your ass. You could feel his distinct erection straining against his trousers. The dark grunts and groans that sounded behind you seemed to chill the summer air, the moon a mere light to the two of you.