Ch.15 Date Night (Part II)

Previously on The Hybrid;

"Open your eyes." Remy commanded softly.

I opened my eyes and was blown away. "It's beautiful. How did you do this?" I asked guésturing to the water that surrounded us. We were underwater in some type of small air bubble.

"If I focus on a small amount of the water I can control it for a few minutes."

"This is amazing!"

"I'm glad you like it." Remy smiled, kissing my cheek.

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The young couple continued to have their fun, joking around with each other, in the water. The sun began to set, as they decided to get out of the water and make their way back to the house. Genevieve wasn't sure if she had ever been this happy. She was more amazed that Remy was having a good time too, laughing, grinning and stealing hot kisses from her. When she first met him, a week ago, he seemed brooding, maybe even a little mischievous as he brought a warning pain upon Luke.

In the back of Genevieve's mind, she knew her best friend was probably worrying just like her parents. She had meant to call them when she first arrived in Maui, she really did. With all that had been going on the last couple of days, her family back in Miami slipped her mind. She would call first thing the next morning. Tonight it was just Remy and herself ... or so she thought.

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Remy returned the heated kiss with just as much passion, if not more. The familiar throbbing in his gums, made him pull back with little hesitation. Remy clenched his jaw, in hopes of the eight sharp tips of his fangs to retreat. The sweet blood pumping through his short mate, was slowly calling his beast out of hiding.

Initially Genevieve was oblivious to the dangerous situation she was putting herself in, although within time she would find out.

Genevieve took a step back, lifting her eyes up to Remy's naturally grey eyes. They appeared a shade darker, they had been the whole night. There was a hint of lust, painted across his face. Genevieve couldn't resist and reached up to peck him one last time across the lips.

She stumbled dumbly over her own feet, walking backwards, gaze focused on Remy. Realizing she was clumsier than she previously remembered, she turned around with an embarrassed smile than jogged upstairs to the bathroom, her damp clothes wrapped in a towel under her left arm.

Remy waited seconds after her exit, before rushing into the guest bathroom down the hall. He locked the door quickly with strength, leaning his head against the wall. Warm blood dripped from his nose and onto his shirt. It had been happening ever since that time in their bedroom. Though this time he didn't have access to the small potions he got back in Miami. The very potion Nick made for him, originally to numb vampire senses.

He tugged of his shirt, before holding it against his nose to stop the bleeding. Seconds later dark brown hair sprouted from his hands. "Fuck!" Remy cursed. He knew sooner or later he would regret denying the beast, constantly pushing him back.

Meanwhile Genevieve couldn't help the big smile on her face. She continued to peel of her midkini, while she avoided looking at the small stretch marks across her body. Genevieve had always been a big girl, especially growing up around perfectly sculpted werewolves. You would think that after so many years of always being bigger than other girls, that she would learn to love and accept her body, but that wasn't the case.

At first yes, but then Remy stepped into the picture shattering her confidence. A man had never given her attention at least not in a romantic way. Genevieve was always the girl that boys laughed about in high school, every boy except Luke. Her best friend from the start.

Speaking of Luke, Genevieve's phone began to ring.

"Sugar, oh, honey, honey

You are my candy girl

And you got me wanting yo-"

Genevieve picked up grinning. "Don't kill me! I know I should have called sooner."

"Damn right, you should have called earlier! You had me worried. I was starting to grow grey hairs, and we both know I'm too young for that shit." Luke's deep voice drifted through the speaker of her IPhone.

Genevieve laughed, it was good to hear a familiar voice.

"Luke, hold on a sec. Let me put on some clothes real quick ... and before you say anything we went swimming." Genevieve, grinned towards the end, while walking to her suitcase full of clothes.

"Swimming? I bet you were drooling over your sex god of a mate." Luke chuckled, from the other end.

"I was not!" Genevieve defended herself, while pulling on a pair of jeans that hugged her lower half nicely.

"You so were! I know you Vie and I've seen your mate."

"Sounds like I'm not the only one crushing on Remy." Genevieve grinned, after she pulled on a wine red loose top.

"My heart belongs to a woman, a very beautiful one at that." Luke corrected.

Genevieve could practically see his boyish smirk. They did this often as children, playfully describing the other as their soul mate.

"And who is this woman? Perhaps someone I know?" Genevieve hummed, playing along.

"Can't tell you just yet but in time comes answers ..." Luke drifted off.

The line went silent as they both enjoyed their friendly banter.

"He's treating you well?" Luke asked, his voice full on serious.

"... Yes." Genevieve was stunned from how quick his mood changed.

"And you're not lying to me to protect your mate?"

"Luke, I'd never lie to you and you know that." Genevieve frowned. "Remy is great, better than anyone gives him credit for."

"Genevieve, I'm happy you're happy ... but if he ever lays his hands on you other than pleasurable, I'll get Dean, an even bigger asshole than him and we'll come beat his fucking ass, Hybrid or not!"

"Remy isin't an asshole, but I appreciate your brotherly concern."

"I gotta go Vie, I love you. And don't forget what I told you!" Luke's voice was back to it's playfulness.

"Love you too." Genevieve smiled, setting her phone down on the dresser.

Genevieve was so sure Remy would never hurt her, though that thought shattered within seconds.

The bedroom door swung open with a loud bang. Genevieve gasped as she saw Remy's appearance. His eyes were completely black, his sharp fangs contrasting against his pink fleshy gums. Dark brown fur sprouted from the pale skin on his hands and fore arms. With supernatural speed, he was in front of Genevieve, caging her in against the wall.

"R-remy ..." Genevieve's heart sped up with each passing second.

"Don't talk!" His voice was deeper, rougher than usually.

Genevieve tried to hold still, as his long claws skimmed her forearms, slowly moving up her honey brown skin. Tears began to build up, making her eyes burn, her hands became clammy.

The beast studied his mate, head tilted slightly towards her neck, breathing in her tempting scent. The beast had been waiting to be this close to his mate, to finally show her who the hybrid really was. Genevieve began to shake in his hold, his sharp claws nicking her smooth skin. Genevieve began to sob quietly. It felt like hours, as the beast admired his curvy soul mate.

"Shh" He whispered, his warm breath fanning her neck, just above her erratic pulse.

Genevieve squeezed her eyes closed tightly. This wasn't Remy... it couldn't be!

Suddenly Genevieve felt cold lips on her neck, goosebumps rose on her skin, he kissed her neck slowly. His long fangs scraped against the soft skin of her neck. Just as lone tear escaped her eye, the beast bit into her delicate flesh.

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