The Hero

"We thought you'd gone." Anna said with a timid smile.

"Bathroom break." Emerson smiled and put his arm around her. I watched as she melted against his tall frame and couldn't help but smile at them. "We were thinking of calling it a night before you two showed up though." He added and then looked at his brother. "Unless you want to come back to our place with us?"

I looked at Anna who looked at me. I know this look, the ball is in my court but I wasn't sure. This guy saved me from the worst a month ago but I didn't know him. That being said though, he walked me to my house and I hadn't seen him since, dude knows where I live. If he was an insane serial killer I'd definitely be dead by now.

"You don't have to if you don't want to." Remington's voice was low beside my ear and damn it if I didn't get goose bumps along my spine. "We won't hold it against you."

"No, it's fine." I turn to him and smile as his gaze locks with mine. "But if I fall asleep you can't sharpie a dick on my face, alright?"

This made Emerson burst out laughing but Remington just gave me a little chuckle with a shake of his head. After grabbing our coats we made our way out front of the club and piled into a taxi. I looked out of the window as we passed the other place and I looked for him, not knowing what I was looking for.

"I never got around to asking you." Remington whispered in my ear and I turned to look at him knowing what was coming.

"They're not contacts," I mumbled. "I just have weird eyes."

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Remington and Emerson lived in the next town, it was a lot more posh than my home town but I always go there to shop because the clothes are better. Their house was a converted warehouse loft style flat with an industrial theme that really suited them. Up in the loft area was a set of the most comfortable sofa's I'd sat on in my life. I gratefully took the glass of red wine that Emerson offered to me and listened to the soft music that played over the speakers throughout the place. I was never really much of a red wine drinker but this stuff was really nice and I had a feeling it was expensive.

As the night went on Emerson too Anna downstairs to his bedroom and I threw her a wink that said go get it girl as she practically floated away in front of me. I sat back and studied my empty wine glass before Remington filled it. He'd chosen to sit in a arm chair and basically stare at the coffee table all night. I was so confused because in the taxi he's been whispering in my ear the whole ride. Nothing sexual or anything, just being kind. When we got here it was like he couldn't get further away from me.

I didn't know what to say to him and it was frustrating. I was usually pretty good when it came to men but none of those guys were this guy. I looked at him and found that I couldn't look away.

"Can you stop staring at me?" He breathed out. "It's freaking me out."

"I'm not staring at you." I muttered but didn't look away, and his head turned to look at me. We sat there like that for god knows how long, just staring at each other.

"Have you ever wondered why your eyes are like that?" He suddenly broke the silence but merely cracked the tension. "Why they're so unique?"

"It's just the pigment." I shrug my shoulders. "I had tests done and it's weird but everything was fine vision wise, so.."

He just gave his head a slight nod and went back to looking at the coffee table. Now, even in the presence of this fucking out of this world hot guy that had saved me and blah blah I was starting to feel bored and even more so irritated that he was straight up ignoring me. I wanted to book an Uber but I didn't want to leave Anna here on her own, although I did trust the guy she was with I wasn't about to just leave her without saying anything. So I was stuck here with this guy who was straight up ignoring me with no escape that wouldn't make me seem like the worst friend known to man. So I did the first thing that came into my head and let out a loud and very fake yawn.

"Tired?" He asked, still not looking at me.

"Nope," I quipped feeling a little sassy. "Just bored."

Remington laughed, actually fucking laughed and then turned to look at me. I met his gaze challenging him, not backing down as his dark eyes seemed to darken even more and before I could comprehend anything he was beside me, his lips on mine. As much as I wanted to kiss him, taste him, bite him, everything. I pushed him away and gave him my best pissed off look.

"You can't just ignore me all night and then kiss me." I breathed out, not realising how breathless his kiss had made me. "Who even does that?"

His smile made my insides twist in such a fierce state of arousal I'd never felt before and without even thinking about it I pushed him back across the sofa, attacking his lips with mine. His hands cradled my face gently and I wondered how his hands were so cold for a moment before the thought dissolved as his tongue entered my mouth, doing things to mine that no one had ever done before. His hands moved from my face to grip my ass and grind me against him, his hardness evident through those skinny jeans he was wearing. My pussy throbbed at the friction and I moaned into his mouth before he pulled away breathless.

"We should probably go to my room." His voice husky with how turned on he was turned me on even more and before I could talk myself out of it. Not that I ever fucking would. I let him lead me down the stairs and into his bedroom.

As he turned on the light I looked around his dark room. The curtains were pitch black and contrasted against the light grey walls but everything was dimmed. This room would have been perfect whenever I got one of my migraines. His bed was massive and took up most of the room. Although for some reason I'd expected to see dark satin sheets I couldn't help but smile at the ninja turtle bedding and turned to look at him with a raised eyebrow.

"What?" He asked. "I like ninja turtles, what's good?"

I swear the whole thing just about melted my fucking heart and that was the moment I really started catching feelings for this guy. He may be a mysterious and brooding bad boy hero but he liked ninja turtles enough to have a king size bed spread. A cuteness I would have never expected him to have. I walked to his bedside table and found a bottle of red wine, parched I went to take a drink, not really listening to his protests.

"No!" He rushed out. "Don't drink that, Tash!" But it was too late and I spat it out quickly.

"What the fuck?" I heaved. "This tastes like fucking blood?"

"Because, it is blood." He sighed and ran his hands through his hair.

"Why would you have a blood in a fancy bottle by your bed?" I asked. "Do you drink that?"

He didn't answer and I looked at him. Watched him as he looked at me weighing his options in his head. What kind of fucking freak keeps a bottle of blood on their bed side table. Does he drink it? Is he one of those people that think they are a vampire so they drink animal blood thinking they're fucking Lestat or something..?

"Are you going to answer me?" I ask, hoping to hell he had some kind of reasonable explanation to this shit. "Are you one of those people that think they're a vampire." Please say no. Please say no.

"I-" He breathed out, scratching the back of his neck. "Come here," He waved me over and even though every part of my being screamed at me not to I found my legs moving toward him before my brain could stop them. He put his hand on my head and gently placed it against his chest. "What can you hear, Natasha?"

Nothing, I could hear nothing. No heart beat at all. I pulled away and looked at him with a confused expression. Why didn't he have a heart beat? What the fuck was going on? Why wasn't he dead on the floor right now? This was too weird. I placed my hand on his cheek, cold. So fucking cold. I walked over to his bed and sat down because my head was spinning and I was scared that I'd pass out and really embarrass myself.

"This doesn't make sense." I finally said, looking at the black carpet. "Like, I know what all this means but it's-" I couldn't comprehend what I was about to say because it wasn't real. "You can't be."

"Why can't I?" He asked, taking a seat on the bed next to me. "Tell me honestly why can't I?"

"Because, it's not real." I struggled to find the words. "They're myths."

"That's what I thought." He breathed out. "Until I turned."

"Turned.." I chuckled because it was laughable how ridiculous this whole conversation was.

"I am a vampire, Natasha." He said the word making it real and I looked at him. "I have been for past 70 years."

"This is crazy." I shook my head. "Surely I'm dreaming." I low key pinched myself and winced from the pain in my arm. Nope. Not dreaming.

"There is a whole other world people don't know about." He began. "That's why I asked you about your eyes because I've seen them before." He said. "Well, I haven't but I've heard the stories."

I shook my head and stood up again. "It's one thing finding out vampires exist, I don't need to find out I'm part demon or some shit." I said and walked over to the bottle of blood and picked it up, for some reason I needed to see him drink it. "I need to see you drink this." I said and he sighed but obliged anyway, pouring some into a rocks glass. "No ice?" I dead panned and he rolled his eyes, like I was an old friend taking the piss out of him.

He drank the blood like he was downing water and I watched as his lips stained red. The same red as when I'd seen him before. Then it occurred to me. The guy had vanished that night.

"I killed that guy." He said as if reading my head.

"Can you like, read my mind or something?" I had to ask.

"Yeah, a little bit." He actually looked sheepish and this time it was my turn to roll my eyes.

"Can you not?" I asked. "It's very rude."

"Are you afraid of me, Natasha?" He asked and I didn't even have to think about it. I shook my head.

He walked over to me and took my face in his hands. He looked into my eyes and then slowly kissed me. This time it was different. It was more gentle like he was trying to prove he wasn't going to hurt me. I knew he wouldn't because if he wanted to he could have done it a long time ago. Why bother saving me from my impending death a month ago. Even if the guy didn't kill me he could have swept in to finish the job. He pulled away quickly.

"Natasha, please try to not think about that scum bag while I'm kissing you." He breathed out only this time I knew it was from anger. His eyes, were dark but all of his eyes were black. Like his pupils had dilated so much that there were no whites left. I closed my eyes and kissed him again and this time I thought about him, how I liked his smile when I gave him the lolly. I thought of how safe I felt as he walked me home. I thought about how I watched him walk away from my door step. He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist, kicking my heals off in the process. He carried me over to the bed and threw me down on it, not quite gentle any more and fuck did I like it.

The quickness was a marvel in itself because before I could even think about removing his clothes mine were off and then so were his. His naked body was something to behold. Like cold stone chiselled to perfection and I couldn't help but run my hands over the toned abs in his stomach. His mouth moved from my lips tracing my throat and moved lower, pressing kisses along my collar bone and lower still. My breath caught in my throat as he took my nipple in his mouth, sucking on it before flicking it with his tongue making my toes curl into the soft sheets.

Lower and lower he went until his tongue was leaving cool trails along my inner thighs and I felt his teeth lightly dig in biting me slightly making me moan softly. His hands spread my legs wide and I waited in anticipation as I felt his breath on my already swollen and soaking pussy. His tongue darting out quickly teasing that ball of nerves and then retreating for a moment only to repeat the action again and again. Teasing me so much I whined out his name, looking down at him and he grinned back up at me. I was about to full on beg him but he sucked that bud into his mouth, his tongue lashing against it as my heads went into that mass of black hair, holding him in place from fear that he'd tease me again. The coldness of his tongue on my clitoris was like an ice cube and I'd never felt anything quite like that before. The suction became even stronger and I couldn't hold back any longer as my pussy began to pulsate and I cried out his name as the orgasm took over my shuddering body. His tongue snaked itself inside me a couple times lapping up my juices before he crawled back up, taking my mouth again.

I felt that huge cock of his pushing at my entrance and I bit into my lip as he pushed himself inside me. Definitely the biggest I'd ever seen in my life and the way he stretched my pussy felt so delicious it kind of hurt but the pain was so good it made my walls contract a little and squeeze him tightly. He let out a groan as he slowly slid inside me, his face buried in the crook of my neck as he kept his pace slow, wanting me to get used to his size and I was glad for it because even though all I wanted was for him to fuck me I also wanted to be able to walk the next day. I heard him chuckle into my neck.

"Even if I take it slow I'm still going to own your fucking cunt." He growled into my ear and my walls pulsated at the filthy words.

Moving his head from my neck as he began to quicken his pace, making sparks of pleasure fly through my body which I felt from my nipples to my clit and even in my fucking toes. It had never been like this before, never felt pleasure quite like it. His eyes were dark and half lidded, his mouth slack as he thrust his cock deep into me. My hips rising to meet his to get him as deep as I could even though I could feel him in my fucking stomach.

Obviously hearing that thought, something about it must have made the last of his control snap because he really started to pound into me then. His cock beating my pussy so hard my moans had become silent because each thrust took the air from my lungs. I couldn't even move as he just drilled his cock into me with each stroke my tits bounced harshly and my mouth hung open as I felt another orgasm fast approaching.

The problem of someone being able to read your thoughts is that they can use it to their advantage. Like when they're fucking you so hard that you're about to have what is probably the biggest orgasm of your life, they slow down, almost stopping and pulling out so just the tip of their huge cock is inside you. I was about to fucking slap him when he rammed it back inside me, fucking me with not only the force he had been doing before but also a speed that I'm sure wasn't humanly possible because within seconds I was coming so hard I actually couldn't see. My vision blurred and all I could hear was the blood rushing around my body as I screamed his name so loud I could guarantee that the others would hear me.

As I came back down to earth, Remington still inside me, pumping slowly I pushed at his chest until he got the idea and held onto me then with super human speed he had me on top of him in a millisecond. I'd definitely have to get used to that. My hands on his chest as I began to ride that monster of his, my pace quickening as I sank down on him and rose back up. I knew that he was letting me have some control for a little bit but I could see that control slipping away as his pupils began to dilate. I ground down on him moving my hips in a figure of eight before rising up again. His hand reached down and began to press on my clitoris as I relentlessly grind into his cock, wanting him so deep inside me. Finally that control of his snapped as he effortlessly held my body in place and began to fuck me hard once again only this time with the position we were in his cock was going in deeper and it wasn't long before I could feel that orgasm approaching once again. I reached down and violently rubbed on my engorged clit and screamed out as I came so hard I started to gush all over his cock and pelvis.

"Fuck me," He growled. "You're so fucking hot it's unreal." He looked me in the eyes. "I'm going to cum soon."

He held onto me, pulling me down against him as he slowed down, obviously not wanting to let go just yet. I let him slowly thrust into me for what seemed like the longest time and it felt so good but it had me teetering on the edge and he knew it. My nipples were rubbing against his cold chest, my clit rubbing against his public bone and it was all becoming too much but I knew I needed that hard fucking to get me over the edge.

His cool fingers traced patterns over my sweaty back and I couldn't help but move my hips in a way that had him groaning into my ear. I tried not to think of anything as I didn't want him reading my mind and stopping my actions so I moved on whims, acting on them as they popped into my head. I sat up on him and with my hands on his chest I began to bounce. I took in his facial features, those full lips of his no longer stained blood red. His teeth sank into his bottom lip as my pace quickened with my need to come, if I carried on at this angle then it would happen pretty easily and hopefully quickly. I needed the release so bad, I could feel the heat on my skin. Could already tell my chest had flushed. Just as I could feel that pressure in my stomach building. My hopes were dashed as he effortlessly lifted me off him and then within a second he was stood at the foot of his bed. My juices making his cock look even more juicy as they glistened in the dim lights.

Another moment of vamp speed and his head was between my legs, his hands spreading me open as his tongue attacked my over sensitive clit and fucking hell it made me squirm like no other. I'd always been a fan of being eaten out, I mean what woman wasn't? But trust me it's amazing when someone knows what they're doing and by god did Remington know what he was doing! His tongue assaulting my bundle of nerves then I felt two of his fingers enter my pussy, pushing against my G-spot as he sucked my clit into his mouth once again, his tongue flicking it inside of his mouth. Then another finger entered my virgin ass and I swear I almost jumped five feet off the fucking bed. The pressure having both holes filled with the stimulation to my clit became too much and brought on another earth shattering orgasm.

This one took me a while to come down from but to be honest I didn't get a chance to. He flipped me over so I was on my hands and knees before entering me with one swift stroke that seemed to bring back that orgasm just a little bit and had me crying out into a pillow as his hands squeezed my cheeks, pulling them apart and leaving me on full display to him. He began slowly thrusting into my sopping wet pussy and then I felt something wet dribble onto my ass crack and then slide over my hole. His finger slightly pushing at the puckering bud and then fully entering. As his dick began to move into me even harder but still slowly I felt him insert another finger into my ass. I was now fully biting the pillow, unsure of how much I could take but willing to find out.

"Everything about you is perfect, Natasha." His voice was so deep and husky. Almost breathless as he spoke with each thrust. "I thought you were hot when I saw you but damn, this body."

I couldn't say anything, I'd lost the ability to talk after orgasm number three. I don't know how he was doing it. In the past I'd been lucky to have one. This was an experience I'd never thought I'd live out, ever.

"And it's only the beginning, baby."

"Please," I could just about manage a whisper into the plush pillow as he slowly thrust himself into me over and over, his fingers still pumping my ass hole. "I can't," I breathed in as much air as I could. "It's too much."