I walked out of the house wearing one of my cutest outfits, a pink and white striped shirt and some khaki shorts. I ran a hand through my hair looking for any sign of him.

"Gotcha!"

I squealed as Remy came out of nowhere, picking me up and spinning me around. I laughed softly and ran my hand through his auburn colored hair. He set me down and I looked into his eyes. They showed no emotion whatsoever. He smiled down at me and leaned down, kissing me softly. I parted my lips and allowed his soft tongue entrance into my mouth. He pulled me closer to him, his hand sliding down to my hip, rubbing it slowly. A soft moan escaped my throat, only to be met by a moan from him. My heart was racing and I felt myself wanting to spin out of control. He pulled away from me, a smile on his face. He leaned forward again, only to whisper into my ear, "Remy can't be `avin' dessert 'fore supper, cherie."

I blinked, remembering that we were eating supper with Mama, "Oh."

"You forget, non?"

I grinned, feeling my cheeks flush. "I remembered."

He laughed and ran his hands through his hair, "Dun lie."

I smiled. "C'mon let's go."

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My heart started to pound harder as I saw my house. I knew Mama wouldn't like Remy. I looked at him again, watching him for a moment. His face looked calm, and his eyes . . . those eyes showed nothing.

"What?"

I snapped back to reality, not realizing he saw me staring, "Nothin'."

We made it to the porch, the boards squeaking under our weight, Gobble met us at the screen door, a string of slobber dripping off his jowls. He let out a loud bellow, his blubber shaking, flinging drool everywhere. I turned my head and guarded my face, trying to dodge the slinging slobber.

"Cute dog."

"His name is Gobble."

Remy nodded and nudged past the Bloodhound. I heard the footsteps of Mama in the kitchen. I looked at Remy once again, my stomach churning. I knew what was going to happen; Mama would take one look at him and go berserk.

"Baby girl, dat you?"

I faltered, I didn't want to answer that question. I wanted to turn and run. A hand gently touched my shoulder bringing me back to my senses. "Yeah."

Mama came around the corner, a meat cleaver in her hand. She looked at me, and she looked at Remy. She blinked and her eyes got big, "Wha's wrong wit' yo' eyes, boy?"

"He's . . . allergic to dogs, Mama", I said matter of factly, not really knowing why I said it.

"Uh, yeah."

"Well, my Baby Girl dun need to be seein' nobody dat can't be 'round my Gobble."

Remy looked at her and said suavely, "Remy ain't datin' yo' dog, ma'am."

"Wha' you say, boy?"

"Mama! Let's just eat supper."

She looked at me and then glared at Remy. We all took our seats at the table, Remy and I sitting across from Mama.

"This smells good, ma'am."

"It's snappin' turtle an' squirrel."

Remy looked over at me and winked. Mama served us our food and we all ate quietly. In the corner of the room Gobble sat, head lowered. He got up and padded slowly over to the table, Mama dropped some squirrel on the floor for him to eat. The sound of crunching bones and slurping seemed to fill the entire room. Gobble snorted and snotted, walking around the table. His fur started to bristle and his tail seemed to curl. Mama looked up at Remy and pointed at a bowl, "Can you pass me them tayta's, boy?"

Remy looked up and smiled at her, reaching for the bowl. He picked it up, starting to hand it to Mama when Gobble bit his leg. He screamed in pain, the bowl in his hand blowing up. Potatoes were flung all over the room. I looked at Mama, who had been bombed the hardest, potatoes were in her hair and all over her face. She wiped her eyes and stood up, glaring at Remy. He looked at me and stalked out hurriedly towards the door.

"Yo' one of those mutants!"

"Mama! It's okay! He's showed it to me before!"

"You knew?!" She glared at me, potatoes sliding off her chin onto the floor.

I nodded and looked towards the door.

"You stay here, Baby Girl, I dun want you to see 'im ever again. Or else, Mama's gonna kill 'em."

I shook my head and ran out of the house, not caring if she followed me or not. I ran hard, tears streaming down my cheeks. I felt like I ran forever, stopping in the middle of a clearing. I fell on the ground, sobbing softly. I closed my eyes, my breathing starting to slow down. I started to relax. I heard a noise in the distance, a twig snapping, I sat up, looking around for the nearest stone to throw. I looked to my right and saw a pair of red eyes approaching me. I sighed softly, standing up, walking to the glowing orbs of crimson light. "Remy..."

He put his finger to my lips, pulling me to his chest. I lay my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes. I felt him lower his head, and inhaling my scent. I looked up and nuzzled his neck, kissing it softly. His hand ran down to my lower back, his thumbs tracing small circles. He dipped his head, to meet my lips, our tongues caressing one another. His hand moved up my back to the back of my head, pulling me closer to him. I pulled away for a moment, looking again into his eyes, which were emotionless like a shark. We both sank to the ground, our bodies entwined with one another. He kissed me again, this time harder than before. He tugged at my shirt, which I soon removed. He pulled his shirt off, his muscles on his chest tight. I ran hand hands across his chest, drawing in a breath as I touched the firmness of his abs. He kissed me again, aligning himself above me, pulling the drawstring on my shorts. He leaned down and kissed me softly, joining our bodies together as one. We danced the dance of lovers in the night.

We lay beside each other after our connection, my heart pounding in my chest. I looked at him and he kissed me, sitting up shaking his head. "Dis ain't right, chere."

I sat up, looking at him, not sure if I heard him right, "What?"

"Remy can't do dis. It ain't right."

"Why do you say that?"

"Remy be dif'rent den you, cherie."

"So?"

He looked at me, his eyes seeming to glow brighter, "Remy be a mutant, chere", he reached out and touched her cheek, "Immy be a human."

I shook my head, feeling hot tears roll down my cheeks, "Remy...please, don't do this."

"Remy 'as no other choice."

I looked at him hard, "Love will find a way."

He smiled softly at me, "It ain't dat easy."

He kissed me on the lips, softly and got up. He gave me a small wave and walked into the darkness. I started sobbing again, falling into the grass, feeling used. Why didn't he want me? What had I done?

To be continued.....