It's bad when you annoy yourself
So irritating
Don't wanna be my friend no more
I wanna be somebody else

...

It was almost midnight when Remy pulled up in front of their house. He stepped out of the car, the pebbled ground crunching beneath his shoes as he made his way to the passenger side. Remy lifted Genevieve out of the car, tucking her head into his chest after she shivered in her sleep from the cold air. Carrying her into the house, he made his way up to their bedroom in the dark; he's eyes had adjusted to the darkness within seconds.

The two-story house was silent, as Remy thought over whether to wake Gen up so she could change into her Pajamas -or just cover her up and hope she's comfortable. He choose the later, seeing as Genevieve really had been tired the whole night. Remy tucked her in and kissed her cheek, as he lifted his head, he couldn't help but admire the peaceful look on her face.

It reminded him of earlier; would they have gone all the way? Remy knew she was insecure and shy about her body but he really didn't know why. She had feminine curves, perfectly portioned on her body. She wasn't in the slightest ugly, obese or unhealthy. Remy truly didn't see anything worth being insecure about.

Remy had thought about reading her mind to find out what the real cause was for her insecurities, but he knew Genevieve would have had his head if he read her thoughts again.

Remy had questions of his own though too.

Is she happy being here ... with me? Does she secretly wish to go home and to never see me again?

Am I the perfect mate she deserves?

Remy knew the answer to the last one. No -He wasn't perfect, he wasn't really what Genevieve had hoped for her whole life. Remy knew that Genevieve preferred the human life with a perfect husband, two children and a three story house surrounded by the classical white picket fence.

Was that not every girl's dream?

Remy kissed the top of her head one more time, afterwards leaving their bedroom and walking into the guestroom down the hall. He reached for his black duffel bag under the queen sized bed, pulling black sweat pants out before pushing the bag back under the bed.

After taking a hot relaxing shower, Remy pulled on his black boxer-briefs, followed by his sweat pants. The scars that were scattered across his chest from Gen's pack of wolves, were now fully healed. Scars were only temporary for Remy, but not the small one on his left cheek.

He had gotten it some years back, while encountering his sperm donor Theodore Blackthorn IV the bastard who raped and impregnated Caroline, who was only thirteen at the time. Remy had had his first encounter with Theodore nine years back. Remy had trained his whole teenage life for that day ...the day he would get revenge by killing the man, that ruined Carolines' life.

The two men battled it out, a fight that didn't last very long. Remy didn't feel the need to beat around the bush or to prolong the situation. Theodore had used dark magic and sliced Remy across the cheekbone, scaring him with not only the memory of his father but also what took place next. Remy literally ripped the older mans heart out, his first and only murder.

When Remy got back home that day, he acted as if nothing had occurred hours before. Caroline knew, she had been devastated though she hid her grief for the lost innocence of her first child, and instead acted like Remy, -as if nothing had ever happened.

It was all a dark memory, something that neither of them spoke of.

Remy pinched the bridge of his nose, wishing to forget it all, wanting to start new ... start new for Genevieve.

He would do anything to be human, to be what Genevieve not only deserved but also wished for. To be human, how great would that be. Especially around a time like this. The full moon was in three days, it lasted for a whole week, though the one after that would be in ten months, lasting almost eleven days. The worst time of the year for Remy. He lived in that room down the hall, for those time periods, never leaving it once. Levi would write him off as sick, that way no one would ever suspect anything. Levi knew about his problem, wanted to even help but wizards magic didn't work on Remy.

Remy was tiered, but not nearly enough to go to sleep. He pulled a large black knit blanket from the guest closet and continued his path to the living room downstairs.

Remy had been pretending to sleep in the same bed as Genevieve, ever since she arrived in Maui. She was constantly tempting the beast. The vampire side of him, craved for her sweet blood. He was running low on fresh blood, causing weakness and minor headaches. One of the more severe effects was that he was constantly on edge, looking over his shoulder, senses heightened to no end.

Normally he would would get blood from deer, never killing them though.

The beast had tasted Genevieve's blood for the first time, just hours ago. Remy never intended to drink from her, never intended to taste her sweet blood that he craved for even more so, now that he had had a sample.

Remy definitely wasn't biting her ever again! Genevieve told him at the very start of their relationship, that she wanted to fall in love like a human, have a relationship with Remy, like humans had relationships. She didn't know it back then or even now but she had hurt Remys feelings.

In other words she told him, she didn't want anything to do with his supernatural side. Maybe she didn't intend to come out like that, yet that's how Remy had interpreted it. That Genevieve wanted just the human part of him, and honestly he didn't know if he could offer her just one side of him. But that didn't mean he wouldn't try.

Try- that was all he could do.

He switched on Netflix, lowering his large form onto the leather couch, afterwards stretching out on the couch and pulling the knitted blanket just above his waist. A few hours in, many episodes later of supernatural and Remy was knocked out.

***

Genevieve was no longer sleeping, but instead wondering where Remy was at four o'clock in the morning. She got out of the bed and pulled of her day clothes, before pulling on fresh pajamas. That consisted of one of Remys' large shirts. It was snug around her voluptuous breast and got looser as it went lower, ending mid thigh.

Genevieve tip toed down the carpeted stairs and into the livíngroom. The TV was silent and the flashing screen cast shadows over Remys' sprawled out body. Gens' eyebrows arched in surprise. Why is he on the couch?

Genevieve took the moment to admire Remy, almost like he had previously done.

Without thinking she reached out slowly towards his face. She felt the need to caress his pale smooth skin, that was almost always unnaturally cold. Gens' finger barely touched his skin, when Remys' hand reached out, grabbing her wrist in an iron grip. A loud cry of pain escaped Genevieve's' lips, tears abruptly pulling in her eyes, as she tried to pull away from Remys' tight hold on her wrist. His eyes opened, black beady eyes trained on Genevieve,s hand. Remy groaned in realization and regret, instantly letting her small wrist go.

"I'm so so sorry, Genevieve. Baby you know I would never want to hurt you on purpose." Remy sat upright, holding Genevieve's unharmed hand, blue glowing eyes begging for forgiveness.

Genevieve nodded without a second thought, it was her fault she should have never approached him like that. She knew from Luke, that waking a usually guarded male up, could end badly.

"I'm really sorry. I've just been on edge lately." Remy coudn't apologize enough for hurting his mate. "Let me see." He said, patting the empty spot in between his legs.

Genevieve complied, she sat Indian style, showing her slightly swollen wrist to Remy. Regret was clearly seen in his eyes, he kissed her wrist, fingertips tracing over the red marks of his own fingerprints.

Genevieve pushed his hands away and leaned up and kissed him on the lips, silencing him from further apologies he would have said. The kiss was sweet and light, Gens' toes curled and her hands roamed Remys' stone hard chest timidly. His arms tightened around her instantly as he felt it; their mate bond strengthening. He groaned and slanted his mouth over hers, his tongue moving out to tease her lips open and then when they did, sinking into her warm, wet, welcoming mouth.

Their make out sessions were becoming more frequent, more fevered and hot. They'd have to settle that soon ...

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I planned more for this chapter, but I really wanted to update twice this week. I hope you enjoed this chapter. IT was more filled with Remys' thoughts and how he is feeling in their relationship. I thought it was time for some insight.

I'm glad most of you support the LGBT Community. I think it's great!! (✿ ♥‿♥)

Every chapter from here will have a small riddle, just because I love riddles. "If I share it, I don't have it. If I have it, I don't share it. What is it?"

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