#chris hemswoth x oc

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Out from Darkness - Chapter Two.

I thought I’d get the ball rolling a little with it and offer another chapter! :) A cast of characters post will soon follow, too!

Previous Chapters - One 

Word Count - 3,900

Cast of characters post here

Tag list - In the comments

Warnings - None not covered by the previous chapter

‘No, what are you doing? Going back there on your own, it’s stupid. No.’ On she walked though, conflicted with every step, stopping once more a few yards along. ‘What if he actually is a vampire? He certainly moved fast enough to not be human. And you’re going up there alone? No, Ava!’  

Yet when she’d been face to face with him, she hadn’t gotten the impression she was in danger, although of course, she had been scared. The sheer size of him alone was intimidating enough, let alone the ‘he might be a vampire’ conundrum she was presently wrestling with. The more logical part of her mind wanted to continue with the naysaying, but she had to concede that she existed as a witch, so by that token, why not him as a vampire?  

‘Don’t you think it looks a little...well...oh heck. I don’t even know how it looks going back up there.’ All Ava did know was that the energy she’d felt radiating from him two nights ago, it was something she most certainly wanted to experience again. ‘Just walk, just go. You’re halfway there anyway.’

With her decision more fortified, she continued, positive it was the right thing to do. Until, that was, she ceased movement once more. ‘Get it together! Either go, or don’t. No more procrastinating.’ On she ventured, this time making it all the way to the edge of the forest before stopping again, only this time to get her torch out.  

Continuing up the path, Ava felt her heart quicken the closer into the trees she ventured, that same wave of energy as before hitting her as she began to make her descent down to the cabin, turning off her torch when the light from the moon provided enough illumination to see well enough.  

“She’s back, and all on her own.” She nearly jumped out of her skin at hearing those quiet words come from up above. Raising her head, she looked all around, her eyes picking him out in the darkness, sat up in a high redwood. Within a blink, he was gone. Turning sharply, she tried to locate him once more, only to jump again when he appeared right in front of her.  

“You are what they say you are, aren’t you, to be able to move that quickly.”

“Is that why you’ve returned, to inquire into what I might, or might not be?”

“Yes, well no, but...” she floundered a little, feeling very intimidated by him. “I just... I’m curious, I suppose. You have this...”

“Energy? Yes, I do. You have it too, of course, being what you are.”

Did he mean? Surely, he didn’t mean... “What do you think I am?”

“A witch.” Oh, he did know, it seemed.  

“How did you know?”  

“Maybe I am what they say I am, and that’s how I know you are what you are.”  

Grinning, she cocked her head to the side. “Are you?” What she didn’t realise is that in doing so, she’d just presented a very clear view of her jugular vein, rising a little, causing him to give himself away much more prematurely than he’d intended, his mouth opening and two large, sharp fangs popping out from his gums. Again, she jumped, suddenly feeling very foolish for heading up there alone.  

“I think you knew that already though, didn’t you? You at least knew I wasn’t like others.”

“I had an inkling that you were somehow not human. You also gave that up surprisingly quickly, that you’re a vampire.”  

The vampire shrugged, raising his eyebrows a flicker. “You knew already. There was seldom any point in hiding it.”  

“Is that how others know about you, those who speak of your legend?”  

“No.”  

“So how do the rumours persist, if you haven’t told anyone?”  

“Some see me, just for a fraction of a second before I vanish. I don’t exactly advertise what I am. I’ve never been able to successfully conceal myself from witches, though. The energy I mentioned, we both feel it from each other.”

“Have you met many other witches?” It was quite a game of Q&A they were slipping into, but Ava constantly reminded herself to keep her guard up. After all, she had no idea what she was dealing with. At any moment, he could pounce, clamp those huge teeth into her neck, drain her dry.

“A few. Not many, though. Shame, I like witch energy. It feels nice. We’re drawn to one another, your kind and mine. Again, I think that’s something you know already, though. It explains why you’re back here.”  

It did. His energy had pulled her in. Also, she didn’t feel scared of him any longer, although she knew she likely should have been. “So, you’re a vampire.”

“I am.”

“How come you’re not attacking me? Or are you biding your time?”  

“I’m fed. You might not have been so lucky, had I been hungry, had I been in red-eyed mode,” he explained the pair then beginning to walk.  

“Oh, so you were hungry the other night, when I saw you in the trees? That’s what the red eyes means, right,” she noted, nodding to herself.  

“Not quite. Our eyes turn red depending on mood. It happens when we’re hungry, horny or angry.”  

“Oh, so you were angry, because we were trespassing.”

His mouth twitched into a smile, blue eyes flitting over to her. “Guess again.”

Suddenly, she felt a little bashful, smiling shyly and looking away. “Oh.”  

“Surely, you see your own attractiveness? It can’t be that surprising to learn that I’d very much like to take you into my house down there and have sex with you until the sun comes up?”  

“That’s very...” she began, startled by his bluntness.

“Forward? Yes. It’s only sex, you humans are entirely too precious about it.”

“No, not precious. But I met you, what, five minutes ago.”

“You met me two nights ago.” Oh, he was so sharp with his answers. Ava could feel herself getting tied up. If words were sparring punches, she’d have been knocked out by now.  

“You standing in front of me does not equate to a meeting,” she pointed out. “I’m not even sure if this equates to a meeting, this back and forth, this...”

“Flirtation you’ve entered with a vampire? Sorry, allow me to be proper and back track if it makes you feel comfortable. Hello, I’m Chris.” Turning in front of her, he offered his hand.  

“Ava,” she replied, shaking it. His skin was cool, but then she guessed it would be. He wasn’t alive, after all, although she wasn’t too sure of the mechanics of his vampirism, how much was fabled, how much was true.

“So, now we’ve met, will you have sex with me?” She couldn’t help it, laughing softly as she shook her head. “I know you want to.”  

“Oh, you know, huh?” she challenged him with playful incredulity, still amused.  

“I do. My senses are about a billion times sharper than yours. I can tell.”  

“I find you attractive, but as to whether I want to have sex with you or not, that remains to be seen.”

“To you, maybe. To me, nope. I know.” He was frustratingly smug, very all-knowing.

“So, these sharper senses. What do they entail, exactly?” she asked, wondering upon that fable versus truth situation a little more.  

“I can see, hear and smell things a lot more intensely than you humans.”

“Example?” He took a moment, wondering what he could impress her with, the corners of his mouth upturning into that familiar grin again as he came to a stop. Ava still wasn’t sure whether it was sinister or sexy.  

“You ate apples today, didn’t you?”

“Yes. How did you know?”

“I can smell them in your blood. You smell sweet, like you’d taste sweet too, all over.” The noise he made as he leaned in close to her neck, it was a softer growl than she’d heard before, a low rumble that was still eerily unhuman, but one that went straight to her crotch. “You liked that, didn’t you?”  

“How did you know?”

“Apples aren’t the only thing I can smell.”  

Oh, fuck. He could smell arousal, no matter how minimal. Of course, he could. He’d just revealed he had a nose about a million times more sensitive than a bloodhound. It was right there that Ava realised her body would likely betray her at every step. She could tell him one thing, perhaps not want to be too revealing, but her body, her scent, would lead him right to the truth.  

There went her plan to remain a little aloof.  

“How far away can you hear, then?”  

“You like to change the subject when you feel uncomfortable, don’t you? Why is that, Ava?” She liked the way her name sounded when he spoke it, the way it rumbled over his vocal cords in a sultry husk. She’d always liked Australian accents too, although his wasn’t too strong, she noted.  

“Why do I like to change the subject, or why do I feel uncomfortable?”  

“Both.”

“Because I just met you and you’re coming on very, very strong.”

“That’s the way of my kind. We don’t waste time; we very much get right to the point.” Yes, he wasn’t wrong there. “As for how far I can hear, if you were to stand on the very opposite side of this forest, over by the San Gabriel mountains and whisper my name, I’d hear it.”

“That’s very impressive. So, what’s true and what isn’t with vampires, then? I mean I get that you’re immortal,” she began.

“Correct,” Chris confirmed, heading further into the thick of the trees.  

“But is it true you can be killed by wood or silver?”

“That would be telling.” No, he wasn’t likely to reveal his weaknesses to a perfect stranger. Ava immediately felt embarrassed by the absurdity of her expectations there. “But I do have a reflection, and I can walk upon hallowed ground, if you were curious.” He offered, smiling in a way that indicated he wasn’t offended.  

“Curious is putting it mildly, now I know you exist. Can I ask how old you are?”  

“One hundred and forty-eight. How about you?”

“Nineteen.”

“I don’t even think I remember nineteen. I remember it being fun, but not much else.” He looked a little lamenting there, Ava wondering if he missed it at all, being human. Of course, if he was, he’d be long dead, but still, she couldn’t help but think on that. She didn’t give voice to it, though. It was much too personal. “Is it fun for you?”

“Ish,” she confessed, Chris arching an eyebrow in inquiry. He made himself look ten times sexier when he did that, she noted, her heartbeat quickening a little, his eyes flitting between hers and her chest rapidly. Yes, he noticed it. Of course, he did. “Life is good for the most part, I have fun with my friends and my two closest ones, those I was here with two nights ago.”

“I sense there’s more.”

“There is, but that would be telling.” He laughed a low, amused rumble at hearing his own line repeated back to him.

“Ahhh, touché,” he began, beginning to smirk. “You can tell me about it after I’ve taken you to bed for the first time. It’ll make for non-cliche pillow talk.”

Shaking her head, she felt herself blush a little, laughing softly. “You’re very confident, aren’t you?”  

“When it comes to bedding beautiful women, yes, I am.” At hearing herself referred to as a woman, Ava smiled, dropping her head.  

“I like that, being referred to as a woman. I’m a girl to virtually everyone else.”

“You’re no girl, and I’m not like everyone else.”  

No, he definitely wasn’t. She was just beginning to relax around him too, when suddenly he stopped, visibly shuddering, like something was crawling beneath his skin. “I apologise, Ava, but I must leave.” In a blink, he’d vanished, Ava stunned for a few moments, retrieving her torch and finding her way back to the path.  

“Well, at least he apologised. If you have to go, you have to go.” She muttered to herself, beginning her descent to civilization again, wondering when would be an acceptable amount of time to pass before coming back to seek him out again. He was so fascinating to her, a real-life vampire, and only she knew about him. Well, she assumed so, at least. The fact that he was the most gorgeous thing she’d ever seen was an added bonus, a shameless flirt another, she guessed.

How long was long enough? She thought upon it, as well as replaying parts of their conversation in her head the entire way home.  

Meanwhile, moving through the air like a bullet out of a gun, Chris was pissed off at having to answer the call of Magda, his creator. A creator vampire could call upon their offspring at any time, a silent, physical pull that reached out to them, making their blood tingle, the blood that made them what they were beckoning them back. They had to answer, too. There was no choice in it. One hundred and ten years on and Chris still wished there was.  

Coming to a stop up in the Hollywood hills, the guards at the front gates to Magda’s home pulled back the iron structure, Chris walking up the driveway at a normal pace, not particularly wanting to be heading in that direction at all. If there was one person he loathed, it was his creator, she who had stolen him from his human life and family. He might have loved being a vampire at that point, but he’d still never forgive her for her greed.  

“You are the most gorgeous thing I have ever laid my eyes upon. I have to have you. You have to be mine.”

Those were the words she’d spoken, before plunging her fangs into his neck and draining him dry, making him take her own blood back in as his in form of feeding from her wrist, turning him into what she was. At the time, he’d been terrified, feeling himself dying, only to awake in the ground a full day and night later, Magda unearthing him. Then, even though he was dead, he’d never felt more alive.  

Immediately, he’d tried to return to his family, Magda informing him that he could never go back on account of what he was, the risk he posed to them, now more dangerous than any other predator on earth. “The bloodlust is too consuming. You’d slaughter them all, no matter how in your heart you wouldn’t ever want to harm them, you would do just that. You must stay with me and learn how to be a vampire.”  

It had upset him hugely, his eyes streaming with bloodied tears, confused, scared, hungrier than he could ever remember too along with desperately mournful, but suddenly after a short time, no longer all too caring as he felt his senses begin to kick in properly. Magda smiled as she witnessed it, watching the humanity in him fade, witnessing him adjust to his new found status.  

“Look at the world anew, my baby vampire. Get a feel of your senses, move around, go on. Let me see you take your first steps.” He was too overcome to even move at first, too overcome by everything. Everything was sparkling, brighter, bolder. The world looked infinitely more beautiful to his brand-new vampire eyes. He heard things no human would ever be capable of hearing, too, like the heartbeat of a bird, conversations between people nowhere within his sight, or the scamper of a ladybird across the ground.  

Everything was illuminated a thousand times more than he’d known as a human, his body humming with the energy, the essence of his new immortality. It was incredible.

“Go on, see how fast you can move. Test your strength, too.” Chris then proceeded to spend half an hour zipping around while laughing, unable to believe how quickly he could cover the ground, testing his strength by lifting objects no mortal would be strong enough to hold, and doing so with ease. One hand elevated a delivery truck that had parked up just down the street, Magda having to rush and retrieve her excited offspring, save he be seen.

“How do you feel?” she’d asked once back in the confides of her estate, touching a well-manicured hand to his shoulder.  

“Hungry. And like I could fuck for days,” he’d replied, her grin spreading.

“I can help you with both of those things.” With a click of her fingers, a young man was brought forth, his big, brown eyes like saucers, fear flooding him even though from the state of his puncture wound scarred neck, he knew exactly what he was in for. Immediately, his fangs shot out, a hunger unlike anything he’d ever felt knocking him sideways.  

Under Magda’s instruction, he fed for the first time, his creator showing him exactly how to do it in order to not leave the human dead. “Here, we would enchant them, but Romesh is my house boy so there’s no need with him, but with other humans, you must, so we remain in the shadows. Enchantment works by erasing their memory of you, but I’ll show you how to do that another time. Right now, I feel you have something much more pressing you’d like me to help you with, don’t you?”

His creator wasn’t an unattractive woman, but she definitely wasn’t who he would have chosen, had he been presented with a choice. She was what he craved though as a brand-new vampire, all the energy coursing through him that he needed to fuck out of his system, and how he fucked her. He broke her back three times over the course of thirty hours of sexual decimation. Apparently, it was quite the blurred line with vampires, the creator often seeing their offspring as children, but not so much that a sexual element couldn’t arise between them.

That’s also where he learned he could stay awake for longer periods of time if he was well fed, fight the sleepy feeling the dawn brought to all vampires when they we hidden away from the lethal divide of night sliding back to reveal the day. He’d enjoyed it with many a woman since Magda too, not that any had remembered it afterwards, had they been human and not fellow vampires he’d been enjoying, enchanting himself out of their memories and vanishing.

If Magda had her way, though, he’d never have strayed from her at all, not for any need. Any other woman who came near him made her hackles rise considerably, something Chris was still forced to deal with, even though he now no longer lived with her, and hadn’t for over eighty years.  

Take that evening, for example. She would have felt his desire for Ava quite clearly through their link to one another, and he knew as he reached the front door that she took the greatest of pleasure in calling him away from another woman he was interested in. She didn’t do it all of the time, but when she sensed something significant, she never failed to remind him who’s he was. In her mind, at least. In Chris’s, he was his own vampire.  

“Christopher!” Right there was another bone of contention, her insistence on addressing him by his full name at times. He’d been Chris since he could remember, to everyone except his creator. “How are you, darling?”  

Magda appeared in front of him, draping her arms loosely around his neck. “What, no kiss? Oooh, you smell of witch! Mmmmm, she smells nice. Who is she?”  

He momentarily shut his eyes and growled quietly, kissing her cheek. “None of your business, Magda.” Unravelling from her, he continued into the house, happier to see other faces there in the form of two of his vampire siblings, Elroy and Anaïs.  

“Hey, man, how’s it going?” the former greeted him with warmly, clapping his back as they hugged. They hadn’t seen each other for a while. While vampires were often frosty and aloof towards the humans who temporarily knew about them, to their own kind, especially kin, they were very affectionate.  

“Same old, really,” Chris replied, indulging his sister with the usual double cheek kiss she preferred to bestow upon her family. She was very continental like that.

“Ahhh, you men and your need to show yourselves off. I would much rather we remain hidden,” Anaïs sighed in her thick Parisian brogue, fluffing her hair and checking her lipstick in a small compact mirror. She was a lovely vampire, but still the vainest person Chris had ever met.  

“What, you don’t want more freedom, being able to walk around, take back the night a little?” Elroy snorted.  

“The night is ours already, brother. I see nothing but bad times ahead, should be reveal ourselves to the humans. Persecution, judgement, etcetera...”

“No one will be persecuting us, my girl,” Magda boomed, coming back into her large lounge and gesturing for them all to sit. “Can you imagine such a thing? It would be like a flea walking up to a lion in the Serengeti, kicking it on the paw and expecting the great, majestic beast to care. Humans are the fleas to our lion, children. Never forget your superiority. Especially not when you come from my bloodline.”

Indeed, Magda had reason to revel in her grandeur. She was vampire regent of California, after all. A vampire regent was present in every state, the top of the chain where matters relating to the governing of the undead were concerned. “Your suspicions are right, over why you’ve been called here. I have news. We’re revealing ourselves. December 16th, our presence to the world will be finally uncovered.”  

Elroy looked delighted, Anaïs groaned with anguish, the word ‘merde!’ uttered, and Chris was completely unfazed. It didn’t really matter either way to him. He enjoyed keeping himself to himself, hence the woodland cabin.  

“Does anyone have any questions?”

“When did all of this take place, and with whom?” Chris asked, curious over the logistics.  

“All regents have been meeting with state governors over the last few months. The governor of California has been secretly meeting with me up here since April, working out the finer details, etc. He wouldn’t let me anywhere near his home. They did it up nice for Halloween, though, I must say.” Picking up a paper, she showed the Martin family to her offspring, Chris of course immediately recognising the eldest child. “You’ve gone on alert, Christopher. What is it?”  

“I recognise him, he’s jogged past the cabin before, but I didn’t know who he was.” He never usually got away with lying to his creator, but it worked that time, much to his relief. Oh no. He would not let on that he’d just met the blonde-haired beauty there smiling in the picture with her family, because he knew exactly where it would lead. Magda would meddle, this he knew for sure.  

All Chris wanted was to lead a quiet life up in the forest, and hopefully soon, have that same blonde-haired beauty to share his bed with whenever possible.  

If only things were that simple.  

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