Eyes of the Serpent
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Category:
Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
45
Views:
8,747
Reviews:
30
Recommended:
3
Currently Reading:
1
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone, real or fake, is purely coincidental. I make no money from any aspect of this novel.
Morning After
For the first time all week, Josie\'s mind woke her up before Remmy. The lack of sleep had finally caught up to him, and being in an area far from mister creeper, his instincts finally let his mind shut down. He would likely be asleep for a long while, but that was to be expected, considering how long the poor boy had been awake, semi-awake, or just napping. He needed the rest; so, he would not get awakened.
But, as the warm, fuzzy, cotton-like haze bubbled away from Josie, it dawned on her that she was still in the motel room. Her heart stopped for a moment, and her eyes widened. She was still at the motel. Not back in Remmy\'s bed waking up, not passed out in the car, not anywhere else. The motel. She held her breath as she sat up, and looked upon her naked form. Then, her eyes fell upon him - naked, laying aside her, fast asleep. It wasn\'t a dream. She had allowed Remmy, a supposed werewolf, a PSYCHIC werewolf at that, take her virginity in some hotel in the middle of nowhere. The man she\'d known as simply the loopy sweetheart that had some silly crush on her for a few years was a werewolf, and had fucked her into a screaming orgasmic state of pure ecstasy, so unceremoniously, so hungrily, so bestial.
Josie let out a scream as the realization hit her. She froze and bit it down the second it fell from her lips, and the noise that came out ended up being more of a high pitched, loud little squeak. Her eyes flew to his sleeping form, and prayed that she didn\'t wake him. He had twitched, and exposed an ear, but it looked like he was still asleep. She breathed a sigh of relief. It just wasn\'t the same Remmy; he was some beastly man of lore that she barely understood, a creature of the night that could kill her at any moment, that could become some massive dog-like being under the crystalline moon.
She pulled herself to the bed, and abruptly locked herself in the bathroom. She turned the shower taps on, and begun to find that perfect temperature. She would scrub herself, scratch off the dirty, clean away the fear and the sin that coated her flesh. Then she would run away, go...somewhere, anywhere, and never come back. She would-- and suddenly, she stopped. Why was she feeling like this? Why was she beating herself up? She stared at the warm water that flowed from the shower head before her. This was silly; so WHAT if Remmy had some mythological beast laying within him? He had never hurt her yet, all these years, and had many chances. He had the strength and power to kill, kidnap, or rape her, to make her suffer, to make her disappear from the face of the earth, or torture her until she lost her mind, and limbs. But he never did. He let her decide when she would be with him, and didn\'t even make a move until she did. Granted, she had only done it thinking it wasn\'t real, but what did that matter? She was a consenting adult, and knew that she\'d had a soft spot for Remmy all along. But, something about it all seemed dangerous, and not in the good way. She knew he would never hurt her, truly; but then, what was this nagging sense of danger, of fear, of impending doom? Why couldn\'t she shake it?
Josie stepped into the shower, finally, and let the warm waters strike and heat her flesh. So, if she knew he would never hurt her, that she wasn\'t in real danger with him, and that she had every right to sleep with whomever she chose, why did she feel so scared? Was it because she could no longer give anyone the special gift of her innocence? Was it the fear of belonging to someone, of being more locked in than some silly little dating relationship? Or was it fear for HIM? Of hurting him, of destroying his heart, of not being good enough, or being too good? Was she scared of imperfection, or to the contrary, of being too perfect? She ran her hands through her wet hair, and let out a contemplative sigh. Focusing on the whys, maybes, and possibilities wasn\'t going to get her anywhere.
\'Let\'s start at the top of things I do know,\' she thought, applying the motel\'s shampoo brand into her hair. It smelled like plastic, and looked cheap. But hey, it was free. Right. So, she knew he was a werewolf, and knew the basic idea of what that was and what it meant. She knew that he had become her boyfriend, and that they had entered a sexual relationship because of a silly mistake of pride that she had made - or maybe it was denial, or even an excuse - and she couldn\'t just end it. She knew he was madly in love with her, and her leaving him would completely destroy him. She knew that she had feelings for him, but the definition of them were fuzzy and undefinable for the time being. She knew that Jean was right all along, and now that they were together, she had to stick there. She knew she needed to get over herself, and get over her fear of him. She could hardly believe the situation she was in, but it was real, and this strange movie-like situation wasn\'t going to just vanish. She simply had to trust, and make damn sure he didn\'t find out she thought their night wasn\'t real. She had to ensure that he didn\'t find out about her fear of him, or that she scarcely believed all this herself. She wasn\'t going to let on that she wasn\'t in control of her own emotions, or that she was so wildly afraid of everything. She would make it look like she was genuinely in love with him, and she would make sure her own fears, obliviousness, and doubts wouldn\'t cause Remmy any more pain than they already had.
Josie let the soap run free from her hair under the waters, and took in a deep breath. It was going to be hard, but she wasn\'t going to let him hurt or long for her any more than she already had. She would remain his, and try to get used to this whole werewolf thing. She had reacted in a similar way to him, on a much lesser scale, when she had found out years ago that he was a psychic; now, it was a simple, integral part of who Remmy was. She was no longer afraid of it, or even thought it to be a separate quirk of the boy. It was just a piece of the Remmy puzzle. She knew that in time, this new secret wouldn\'t be any different, and she would no longer be threatened by it. She couldn\'t ever let him know that she freaked out like this; she would look sorry, sad, and weak.
With a resigned sigh, she switched the shower off. Maybe this was exactly what she wanted; maybe she wanted an excuse to be with Remmy, and her subconscious found a way. No matter which, she was here now, and was going to accept it for what it was. Quietly, she exited the bathroom, and began to dress herself. She\'d have to wake up Remmy soon, if they wanted to be home before dark. That was another thing weighing in on her mind; the creeper killer that was back home. Remmy could protect her. She knew he would, and with no hesitation.
Finally dressed, she slid over to the motel room bed, and sat beside her wolf-boy. "Remmy? It\'s time to get up, we need to hit the road..."
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AN: No reviews... T_T! No one loves me. But I love YOU. See? I even find some line art and color it so y\'all can see Remmy\'s wolf form at the New Moon. FULL COPYRIGHT of the line art belongs to
http://ailita-kuro.deviantart.com/ where you can browse her other images. My color style is also copyright. And without further ado, Remmy\'s New Moon form!
http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y119/DiegoStarr/Free_Lineart_2_by_Ailita_Kuro.png
But, as the warm, fuzzy, cotton-like haze bubbled away from Josie, it dawned on her that she was still in the motel room. Her heart stopped for a moment, and her eyes widened. She was still at the motel. Not back in Remmy\'s bed waking up, not passed out in the car, not anywhere else. The motel. She held her breath as she sat up, and looked upon her naked form. Then, her eyes fell upon him - naked, laying aside her, fast asleep. It wasn\'t a dream. She had allowed Remmy, a supposed werewolf, a PSYCHIC werewolf at that, take her virginity in some hotel in the middle of nowhere. The man she\'d known as simply the loopy sweetheart that had some silly crush on her for a few years was a werewolf, and had fucked her into a screaming orgasmic state of pure ecstasy, so unceremoniously, so hungrily, so bestial.
Josie let out a scream as the realization hit her. She froze and bit it down the second it fell from her lips, and the noise that came out ended up being more of a high pitched, loud little squeak. Her eyes flew to his sleeping form, and prayed that she didn\'t wake him. He had twitched, and exposed an ear, but it looked like he was still asleep. She breathed a sigh of relief. It just wasn\'t the same Remmy; he was some beastly man of lore that she barely understood, a creature of the night that could kill her at any moment, that could become some massive dog-like being under the crystalline moon.
She pulled herself to the bed, and abruptly locked herself in the bathroom. She turned the shower taps on, and begun to find that perfect temperature. She would scrub herself, scratch off the dirty, clean away the fear and the sin that coated her flesh. Then she would run away, go...somewhere, anywhere, and never come back. She would-- and suddenly, she stopped. Why was she feeling like this? Why was she beating herself up? She stared at the warm water that flowed from the shower head before her. This was silly; so WHAT if Remmy had some mythological beast laying within him? He had never hurt her yet, all these years, and had many chances. He had the strength and power to kill, kidnap, or rape her, to make her suffer, to make her disappear from the face of the earth, or torture her until she lost her mind, and limbs. But he never did. He let her decide when she would be with him, and didn\'t even make a move until she did. Granted, she had only done it thinking it wasn\'t real, but what did that matter? She was a consenting adult, and knew that she\'d had a soft spot for Remmy all along. But, something about it all seemed dangerous, and not in the good way. She knew he would never hurt her, truly; but then, what was this nagging sense of danger, of fear, of impending doom? Why couldn\'t she shake it?
Josie stepped into the shower, finally, and let the warm waters strike and heat her flesh. So, if she knew he would never hurt her, that she wasn\'t in real danger with him, and that she had every right to sleep with whomever she chose, why did she feel so scared? Was it because she could no longer give anyone the special gift of her innocence? Was it the fear of belonging to someone, of being more locked in than some silly little dating relationship? Or was it fear for HIM? Of hurting him, of destroying his heart, of not being good enough, or being too good? Was she scared of imperfection, or to the contrary, of being too perfect? She ran her hands through her wet hair, and let out a contemplative sigh. Focusing on the whys, maybes, and possibilities wasn\'t going to get her anywhere.
\'Let\'s start at the top of things I do know,\' she thought, applying the motel\'s shampoo brand into her hair. It smelled like plastic, and looked cheap. But hey, it was free. Right. So, she knew he was a werewolf, and knew the basic idea of what that was and what it meant. She knew that he had become her boyfriend, and that they had entered a sexual relationship because of a silly mistake of pride that she had made - or maybe it was denial, or even an excuse - and she couldn\'t just end it. She knew he was madly in love with her, and her leaving him would completely destroy him. She knew that she had feelings for him, but the definition of them were fuzzy and undefinable for the time being. She knew that Jean was right all along, and now that they were together, she had to stick there. She knew she needed to get over herself, and get over her fear of him. She could hardly believe the situation she was in, but it was real, and this strange movie-like situation wasn\'t going to just vanish. She simply had to trust, and make damn sure he didn\'t find out she thought their night wasn\'t real. She had to ensure that he didn\'t find out about her fear of him, or that she scarcely believed all this herself. She wasn\'t going to let on that she wasn\'t in control of her own emotions, or that she was so wildly afraid of everything. She would make it look like she was genuinely in love with him, and she would make sure her own fears, obliviousness, and doubts wouldn\'t cause Remmy any more pain than they already had.
Josie let the soap run free from her hair under the waters, and took in a deep breath. It was going to be hard, but she wasn\'t going to let him hurt or long for her any more than she already had. She would remain his, and try to get used to this whole werewolf thing. She had reacted in a similar way to him, on a much lesser scale, when she had found out years ago that he was a psychic; now, it was a simple, integral part of who Remmy was. She was no longer afraid of it, or even thought it to be a separate quirk of the boy. It was just a piece of the Remmy puzzle. She knew that in time, this new secret wouldn\'t be any different, and she would no longer be threatened by it. She couldn\'t ever let him know that she freaked out like this; she would look sorry, sad, and weak.
With a resigned sigh, she switched the shower off. Maybe this was exactly what she wanted; maybe she wanted an excuse to be with Remmy, and her subconscious found a way. No matter which, she was here now, and was going to accept it for what it was. Quietly, she exited the bathroom, and began to dress herself. She\'d have to wake up Remmy soon, if they wanted to be home before dark. That was another thing weighing in on her mind; the creeper killer that was back home. Remmy could protect her. She knew he would, and with no hesitation.
Finally dressed, she slid over to the motel room bed, and sat beside her wolf-boy. "Remmy? It\'s time to get up, we need to hit the road..."
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AN: No reviews... T_T! No one loves me. But I love YOU. See? I even find some line art and color it so y\'all can see Remmy\'s wolf form at the New Moon. FULL COPYRIGHT of the line art belongs to
http://ailita-kuro.deviantart.com/ where you can browse her other images. My color style is also copyright. And without further ado, Remmy\'s New Moon form!
http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y119/DiegoStarr/Free_Lineart_2_by_Ailita_Kuro.png