Ever since the first moment he caught your scent renmick has been obsessed, desperate, eager—not just for your blood-no for you. Just you. it’s been centuries since he’s felt this way—alive. He wasn’t hidden about his feelings towards you-nope quite the opposite. He made himself known, at first it was soft and simple. You’d see him as you took late night walks to clear your mind, he introduced himself, but you instantly knew something was off about him but didn’t push away. That was until he would always show up when you went for your walks at night. Startling you at first before you grown annoyed. Stayed home. He caught on, oh he caught on quick. He wasn’t gonna wait-no he wasn’t patient enough. He visited your house calling out to you. It made you irritated not scared not fearful, irritated. He would call out too you until you finally showed your face but once you knew that it gave him satisfaction you stopped showing your face to him, left him calling, begging, desperate, pathetic. He knew you caught on to his doing to what he was. He begged for you to open the door, to let him in. Hell if you showed your face or even talked his night would’ve been made. Most times he came bloody-after a feast, and like clockwork he would beg to be let in, on his knees, pleading, desperate—it was pathetic honestly. But for some reason you liked it, loved it in fact. Loved the way you had him on his knees begging just to the scent of you, just for a small sound of your voice-waiting for the day you finally let him in and mark you, make you his after all this time. but for now it was only a dream, a dream he pray’s to come true. But for now he’ll yearn, beg, kneel, plead.