First meeting between Remmick and my werewolf self-insert! <3
Finally decided to start writing out everything I had in my journal for these two. I will happily answer any questions, after all i haven't properly written since high school in 2023 and would love to clarify anything misunderstood. So yeah, this will be a little messy for my first time.
Trigger warnings: Mentions of murder, eating people and turning them into actual foods/dishes (This is because everything in this is from the perspective of human-eating monsters so it will seem like something natural for them) Also slight mentions of my character acknowledging his whiteness.
ALSO!!! The art in this belongs to @yasmin-lee117 I commissioned these a few months ago, pretty please check out her art.
-Their first time coming across each other is actually not when Remmick shows up on Val's door. About two nights before he does, they run into each other in the woods while they're both out hunting down the same drunken man. Remmick is just about to pounce on the man before Val (in werewolf form) jumps in and attacks first. While the man is hanging in her jaws, Val and Remmick get a smell of each other and immediately recognized what creatures they are, a thin barrier of hate for one another forming between them. Not wanting to draw attention to them, Val decides to just take her win and runs back home with her dinner.
-The sun is setting when Remmick is found and chased out of an abandoned barn by vampire hunters, realizing what he is when they see his mouth stained red from a drained corpse they found earlier. His skin quickly begins to burn, break and bleed as he runs off, the only thing on his mind is to find another abandoned home or someone who will take him into theirs. Fortunately for him he is able to use his flying ability to lose the hunters for a long while.
-He feels relief wash over him when he comes across a farmhouse settled on a small cattle ranch that seemed to be occupied, he already had the sob story he used on Bert and Joan in the back of his mind. Though, the smirk on his face falters when he recognizes the scent of wet fur, iron and something dog-like when he stumbles onto the porch of the home. It was her, that damn werewolf that left him starving for the next day. For a second he thinks about running again until the front door opens and he's met with a woman pointing a shotgun towards him.
-It hadn't yet registered in Remmick's head that this woman is the werewolf he came across two nights ago and he immediately began panicking, falling to his knees as he starts his sob story.
Switch to Val's perspective
She was in the middle of sewing some dresses for one of her clients before smelling that same vampire from her last hunt and rushed for the shotgun she keeps next to her front door. Ready for some type of conflict she acts with aggression, flinging the door open, shotgun aimed at his face only to be met with the sight of him being fried by the sun while crying and begging on his knees. Some shit about needing shelter after being harmed by a group of men for his money.
-She was ready to kick him off her porch until he mentioned the group of men who hurt him, it was obvious that he was talking about vampire hunters. His sobs and pleads are drowned out by her internal debate on whether or not she should risk them finding about werewolves in town, lord knows what the pathetic bloodsucker would say if the hunters tried beating information out of him.
-With a deep breath she lowers her gun to her hip and gestures her head inside her home, stepping aside to let him enter.
"Get in" Her voice is gruff, patience already thinning.
"What?" Remmick's pleading stops mid-sentence, not expecting to be let in this easily.
"I said get in!" She raises her shotgun at him again.
-Remmick nearly trips as he stands, limping into her home once he gains some balance. He feels cool air on his skin and groans loudly, the sting of his burns grow painful now that they aren't being numbed by the constant rays of sun on his skin. His knees buckle once he reaches a chair at her dinner table, he felt like an old rag-doll, his body going limp as he sits down.
-Val shuts and locks the door, setting her shotgun back down next to her door. Her face scrunches in slight disgust when the smell of his burnt flesh hits her nose, she has seen and smelt many things but this in particular never failed to make her feel sick. She sat back down across from him at her dinner table where she was sewing earlier.
"I know what you are, don't have to hide it with me." Her voice was blunt, already going back to stitching.
"I can smell it on you, from two nights ago."
It finally hits him that it was her he was smelling. "Ah, so you're that damn dog that took my dinner from me?"
"I'm not a fuckin' dog, and I didn't take it from you. It's not my fault you were too slow."
"I'm not stupid, you're being hunted. YOU don't get beat up for nothing." She lifts her head up, looking him up and down before going back to stitching, poor bastard's skin looked like hell. "And certainly not for your money."
He scoffs, nodding his head at her rude comment. "Well I wouldn't have been obvious about my kill if my last hunt wasn't interrupted."
-A silence begins to settle between them when Val decides not to respond, the only sounds In the house coming from her needle and thread or the occasional moo from her cattle. Remmick winces as he tries to scratch his arm, forgetting he was still heavily injured until his nails dig into one of his burns.
"You got anything left from that hunt? Can't heal properly without eating somethin"
-Val's head perks up, she did always use everything that came from her kills.
"I've got some blood sausage I made, think that'll work?"
-Val nods, setting down the dress in her hands as she heads to her kitchen. Remmick sighs deeply as his head leans against the wall behind him. His eyes shut as the sound of her cutting up and pan frying the blood sausage relaxes him, his mouth drools slightly when the smell reaches him.
-Val finishes cooking the blood sausage and serves in on a plate for him. She walks back to the dinner table, sliding the plate towards him with a fork to go along with it. Remmick sits up, fixing his posture before picking up a slice and taking a bite, his irritation towards her flaring up a bit when he likes the taste of it. His brows furrow when he feels his wounds slowly closing.
-He finishes his plate when he looks outside her window, the sun was just about to fully set as the sky becomes dark. Val had already finished stitching up her client’s dress, folding it and setting it down on the table. She notices Remmick staring at the window and decides to let him stay even if it’s for a little while, after all he’d cause a mess if she let him out to be caught again.
"You got anywhere else to go? Should be safe for you to leave." She crosses her arms against her chest, leaning back against her chair.
"I don't, I usually stay in what ever abandoned building I can find or get into the home of whatever poor sucker lets me in."
"Y'know…I can let you stay, but that's if you're able to help out around my ranch. Tending to the cattle and what not"
"You don't have help already?"
"Not now I don't" Her voice turns a bit cold, clearly not appreciating his question even if he had no ill-intent. "You want the job or not?"
-Remmick catches on and stutters a bit, nodding along with her words. "Yeah yeah, I can handle it."
"Good, been needing the help for a while now…" She groans softly as she stands up, gesturing her head to a hallway lined with four doors.
"You can stay in the first room to your right, should have some clothes in there for ya. For work, you just have to keep their water basins full and make sure no coyotes get to them. Even a small scratch will kill em, you can use the shotgun I keep in the barn with my horse."
-Remmick nods as he stands back up, feeling much better now that he's eaten something. "Don't need any help with the horse?"
"No, I can care for him myself." She yawns, suddenly feeling tired and relieved now that she has proper help. She begins to walk towards her own room as she speaks. "I should head to bed now, never realized just how tired I was…Oh hey-"
-She turns to face him, realizing that they never introduced themselves. "Never got your name, I'm Valeria."
"Well thank you for the help, feel free to change before heading out to start working. Good night, Remmick." She gives him a final nod before heading to her room, closing the door behind her and forgetting about her days work as she lays on her bed. Lord knows what letting him stay in her home will bring her.
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