bo chow and remmick

***"C'mon, baby, we won't bite **hard.**" Bo murmured against your skin, "'less you want us to." Remmick grinned, running his hand along your collarbone.*** You initially agreed to this to protect your family. You felt just awful, allowing two beings you perceived as *demons* to take your blood; they persuaded you that if you didn’t comply, your baby brother? Gone. Ma and Pa would follow, and you'd... have to watch helplessly. Over time, you learned to be.. okay with it. But then, **they got greedy.** *Tap, tap*. You’d notice the sound at your window happening more frequently now; they’d draw more blood than they did the last time. "You can't tell me you don't want this... want us." Bo glided his hands along your sides, and you took a breath, "I don't." Your hands tightened on your skirt. Bo laughed softly, his chilly breath brushing against your neck. He glanced at Remmick, who wore a sly grin. "We can hear your heartbeat, baby." A laugh slipped from his lips as he leaned in closer, "We can hear your *second heartbeat* too." You inhaled sharply, "I-" but Bo silenced you, his lips grazing your skin. "Now, now. We asked nicely," he whispered, "very nicely," Remmick added, his voice low, "n' we wouldn't want to take anythin' without you givin' it... *willingly*." You saw his eyes shifting to a deep crimson hue as he spoke, his tongue gliding over his sharp fangs. "But if we have to..." he trailed off, "We will." "Oh, yes, we will." You felt Bo's smile brushing against your neck. You shifted. Remmick softly sighed, "That little innocent act you got goin' ain't foolin' either of us, sweetness. You're just as bad as us," Remmick smiled. "n' maybe.. If you let us, we'll give you a *reward*."