#stack x remmick

After that night Remmick has been keeping a close eye on you, worried. The thought of losing you has taken over his mind and it makes him break inside. Sure, you two didn’t meet like most folk do— but you are everything to him and more.

You’re still feeding and coming home, every night— covered in blood. He grins, seeing that you did go feed. What you didn’t tell him was that you couldn’t keep it down. Every time you would feed, it would taste awful. The worst blood you’ve ever tasted and then you’d throw it up a few minutes later, it would come out black—looking like tar.

It does worry you, but you’ve figured it’s from not eating for a while previously. You don’t want to worry Remmick, it just isn’t necessary.

Remmick comes home, humming Sammie’s song. Full of energy and still reeling from his feed.

“Somebody take me..”

You’re in the living room, sitting in the rocking chair— looking like death warmed up. Your dress is covered in black blood, you look barely functioning. You’re completely unconscious.

At first he thinks you’re asleep, he changes his clothes — talking to you from the other room.

“How did your feed go?—“

“Mine was okay, it was some lady from the outskirts of town. She started screamin and almost got me caught.” He chuckles.

He’s met with complete silence.

He comes over to you, figuring that you’re asleep and is about to pick you up out of the chair to take you to bed. He notices the black blood on your dress.

“The hell?” He mumbles to himself.

He touches the blood, rubbing it on his fingers and brings it up to his nose— smelling it. It smells putrid, absolutely foul.

He panics.

“Baby?” He says rubbing your hand and tapping your face.

“Baby, come on—“

“Wake up for me.”

Your skin is hot, like you’re on fire and your eyes have changed colors, they’re a grey color instead of brown.

He lifts you up and lays you on the floor, tears in his eyes.

“Baby, please wake up.” He pleads.

He’s terrified of losing you and so upset with that you didn’t feed.

Vampires need blood, when you deprive your body of it— it goes haywire. You can lose your hearing, your skin becomes warm, your eyes change colors, your fangs can break and you can even get a cycle. Your body can’t handle going without the blood.

You’re unconscious for three days, Remmick had you in the bed and was beside himself the entire time, he was worried sick. He’d even went to find stack and Mary, but he had no luck— they were in a different part of Louisiana now.

He paced the floor beside you, constantly hoping for a change. He prayed and begged god to heal you, don’t let you suffer for things he’d done— how you didn’t deserve this fate and he forced it on you. He kept a mason jar full of blood from his feedings, waiting on you to wake. Hoping that you would be better, you needed to get better.

You woke up on the 3rd night, hot and confused. It was nighttime, you could see the moon from your window— but no sign of Remmick.

“Remmy.” You call out, voice hoarse.

Remmick doesn’t respond back, he’s gone out to feed.

You lay there trying to piece together what had happened, but your mind is blank. Last thing you remember is feeding on a policeman and stumbling home. You assume not being able to keep down any blood has gotten the best of you and now Remmick knows.

You fall back asleep, feeling exhausted.

When you wake up again, Remmick is cuddled up beside you with his head on your chest— sleeping like a baby.

You move your arm, rubbing his head.

“Remmick.” You whisper.

His eyes open and he jumps up, looking at you and grabbing you.

“Oh, honey. I’m so glad you’re awake.” He cries.

He looks you over— your skin not as warm, your eyes back to their brown color and you look better.

He gets off the bed grabbing the mason jar of blood, handing it to you.

“Here, drink this.” He demands.

You grab it, opening the lid and chugging it. It tastes the exact way it’s supposed to. It did have a bit of a bitter taste to it, but it was way better then what you had been drinking.

Remmick watches you, making sure everything is okay.

“Is it good? Are you going to throw up?” He asks, anxiously toying with his wedding band.

You finish chugging it, handing him the jar and feeling so much better.

“That was delicious.” You laugh, wiping your mouth.

He hugs you, holding your head and kissing you. Feeling so relieved.

Two days later.

Remmick wants to go to New Orleans to get you looked over by a healer, someone that specializes in your kind. You pack your suitcase, load up the car and get on your way.

New Orleans is busy and bustling with people. You stay with an old friend of Remmick’s — a gay French vampire, his black husband and their vampire daughter. You’re having fun, the music, the people— it feels magical almost. On your third night while walking arm in arm, laughing and having fun— you run into Stack and Mary.

Stack whistles, grinning.

“Mary, look who it is.”

Mary smiles and pulls you into a hug.

“It’s been too long. You look good.”

You curtsy, playing around.

“You don’t look so bad yourself.”

You and Mary make note of Remmick and Stack not speaking to each other, making things awkward.

Mary sighs, folding her arms.

“Are you two really going to act like this?” She questions.

Remmick stares and shrugs.

“I’m not acting like anything.” He replies.

Stack sees the look on Mary’s face.

“Look, I apologize for how it went the last time we saw each other. It shouldn’t have been handled that way.”

You nudge Remmick.

“I’m sorry too and I’m sorry for how our last hunt went.” He concedes.

Stack claps his hands together, rubbing them.

“Speaking of hunting, we should do our hunt here. We’re all in the same place and it’s perfect timing.” He laughs, grinning.

You all glance at each other.

“A hunt here?” You ask.

“I mean, sure. Why the hell not?—“

Mary interrupts him, with a frown on her face.

“Stack, there’s no way we could get away with that here.”

Remmick places his finger on his lip, thinking about the idea.

“We could get away with it, we just have to choose the right folk.” He chimes in.

After more heated conversations over it, everyone gets on the same page.

For this year’s hunt, you guys will be performing as a group at a rich plantation party. It wasn’t anyone’s favorite idea—but it seemed the most sensible.

You reminded them that this wasn’t exactly under the radar, but they didn’t mind, especially considering they’re pretty positive this is just a big group of bigots. You’ll probably make a lot of money, but the money doesn’t matter— the amount of bodies does.

The song you’re performing is ‘Will ye go, Lassie go?’

Everyone is immediately iffy about it, but Remmick is persuasive. He is able to get everyone to understand the song, notes, stay on beat and how to play the instruments.

The four of y’all are ready.

The night of the hunt..

The group is looking fantastic. You have on a black dress, Mary has on a pink one, Remmick and stack have on Black suits. Everyone has to look the part and fit the theme for tonight. You guys look damn good.

The house is bustling with people, rich and very fancy. Someone playing the piano, glasses of champagne going around and so much talking.

Mary whispers to Stack, trying to keep a smile her face.

“Don’t pay these folks any mind, regardless of what they say or think.”

Remmick stops us, getting everyone’s attention.

“Just smile, nod and let’s get this show on the road. We’re gonna feast tonight.” He grins.

Remmick walks over to a man by the stage, letting him know we’re here.

You talk to Stack and Mary while y’all wait.

“Are y’all hungry?” You ask, eyeing all the prospects.

Stack grins, gold tooth showing.

“I’m starving. A room full of bigots is a fine meal. I have no remorse for what we’re going to do.”

Mary giggles, wiping the corner of her mouth.

“I’m drooling just thinking about it.”

People are staring, probably because you four aren’t the usual kind of folks they have here. A few times when they stare too hard, you would flash your eye color startling them.

Remmick waves y’all over and you take your places on stage.

You perform ‘Will Ye Go, Lassie go?’ and they go crazy for it, they move and stare in awe. They even put money in a hat for your act. You hate it, you hate them and how stuck up they are. Turning their noses up at anyone who isn’t one of them, watching y’all like livestock.

You finish the song— the house erupts with claps and cheers, exactly what Remmick said would happen.

Everything is going fine, y’all stand by the bar— talking amongst yourselves.

A man approaches you and Remmick, he seems nice at first and offers to buy you a drink— you decline, but he keeps talking.

“You sure are pretty, darlin.” The man says, leaning into your face.

You nod and grin, trying not to be disgusted.

“Thank you.”

He leans over, tapping Remmick’s shoulder.

“How much does she cost for the night?” He inquires, pulling out money.

“Scuse me?” Remmick responds, with an eyebrow raised.

The man stands there, staring at him and confused on what he said wrong.

“Is she free?” He chuckles.

Remmick grabs the man’s neck and points at you.

“That’s my wife.” Remmick answers, slamming the man’s head into the bar.

He glances at Stack and Mary giving them the go ahead, they head to front doors.

You smile at the man, eyes turning a red color and drool seeping out of the corner of your mouth. Commotion behind you is followed by Panic, Mary and Stack locked the doors — trapping them inside with us.

Remmick stands on the bar and shouts.

“Ladies and gentlemen, calm down. Don’t be frightened—“

Screams interrupt him, when they see Stack and Mary walking towards them— covered in blood.

“May god have mercy on all of you tonight.” Remmick chuckles, his Irish accent fully out.

He launches himself off of the bar counter onto a man in the crowd, tearing into his flesh. You laugh and grab the middle aged woman, who’s running to the door.

Her blood is sweet, ike cherry’s and syrup. She cries for a bit and then stops. The crying doesn’t bother you anymore, it did at first— but you just tune it out now.

You catch yourself moaning as you drain her, you can’t help it. It just tastes so good and it fills you in a way nothing else does.

Within 15 minutes everyone in the house was dead, y’all are full and happy. Stack and Mary are taking valuables and money, you and Remmick dancing around— high on life. Remmick pours alcohol on the bodies and lights a match.

As you guys walk away, the house is engulfed in flames behind you. This is probably your favorite hunt thus far. From time to time, you like to play with your food and that was a perfect way to do it.

After you guys get back, Stack and Mary head to where they’re staying— hugging y’all and saying that they’d see you later.

The roads are empty and most people are inside. You’re almost back to where you’re staying, holding hands and feeling romantic. Remmick turns to you, kissing you and taking in this feeling.

“I love you, Mo Ghrá.” His hand caressing your face.

“I love you too, Remmy. More than you can know.”

Finally things are back to normal.

Your smile leaves your face when a sharp pain radiates through your body. You double over in pain, feeling dizzy and scaring Remmick. As he grabs you, you vomit all over him— black blood.

You pass out, collapsing into his arms.

“No! No! No!—“

“Baby, stay with me.”

Remmick rushes you to the healer, banging on her door. He rabidly explains your situation as he brings you in, laying you on her table.

“Calm down, young man. I will look her over.” She insists with a thick, German accent.

Remmick paces beside the table, holding your hand as she looks over you. She prods you, checks out your eyes, your fangs and the blood on Remmick’s shirt.

She approaches Remmick, wiping her hands.

“Not feeding was a bad idea. Her body is having issues maintaining the blood now, it should stop soon— but if it doesn’t then she will eventually die.”

Remmick could’ve fell to his knees with that news, he can’t lose you.

“Are you sure that it will stop?” He stammers.

She looks at him, glances at you.

“50/50.”

“Fuck!” Remmick shouts, tears in his eyes.

The woman walks over to you with a heated jar, some sort of concoction in it. She opens your mouth and pours some of it down your throat. You practically wake up screaming, you projectile vomit all over yourself and the table. Only to pass out again.

“Tsk, tsk. You silly girl, starving yourself.” The woman comments.

She still seems unsure as to what is the root cause.

Remmick watches, trying to stay calm and be there for you.

As She is about to tell him that she can’t do anything else, she stops dead in her tracks. She glances at him, running back over to you. She smells a certain scent radiating off of you, very faint— but she recognizes it.

She gasps, scaring Remmick.

“What’s happening? Is she okay?” He mutters.

She walks over to him, pulling her glasses off of her face.

“Her not eating has caused problems, it keeps her from maintaining the blood— but that’s not the issue. She’s pregnant and her body is fighting it, that’s why the blood smells awful. She is not meant to carry a life.”

Remmick stares at her like she was speaking another language.

“She’s what?” He asks, needing her to repeat herself.

“Pregnant.” She says as she walks away, letting out a sigh.

“How.. how can that be? She’s been a vampire for 10 years now.”

The woman shakes her head.

“I couldn’t tell you. I guess god likes to laugh occasionally.”

“Will she .. she be okay?” He stutters.

“I’ve only ever seen this twice before.” She replies.

“And?”

“They’re both dead—“

“Her not feeding and bringing her body so close to death was very stupid.”

Remmick feels a pit in his stomach. He’s somehow gotten you pregnant and you’re dying simultaneously.

You wake up, groaning. You have a headache from hell and a stomachache. Remmick rushes to help you as you pull yourself off of the table.

“Easy there, baby.”

“What happened?” You ask, rubbing your head.

“Um—“

“You’re pregnant.” Remmick spits out.

“Huh?” You respond, trying to process that.

“Apparently, we made a baby.”

“That’s not possible—“ you mumble.

The woman interrupts you and gets the door for you two.

“You’re certainly pregnant. Your body is fighting the pregnancy and your body will win this fight.”

“This pregnancy will kill you, if you don’t rid yourself of it.” She warns.

You and Remmick walk outside of the woman’s house, silence lingering. You hear the door slam behind you.

You look at him, still grappling with the news. He’s not happy, he looks angry.

You could actually have a family with Remmick, potentially— or you could go back to dreaming of the day you’d have a baby.

You walk back in silence, not sure what to make of this situation. Remmick wouldn’t even look at you on the walk.

When you get to the door, Remmick grabs your arm— getting your attention.

“I hope you know we’re getting rid of it. I won’t lose you to it, I won’t.” He protests.

You stare at him, frightened by how he’s acting.

“Remmy, it’s ours..”

“I don’t fucking want it!” He barks. Making you yank your arm from his grasp.

“Are you—“

“Are you fucking serious, Remmick?” You scoff.

He puts his hands over his head, staring at you.

“Very serious, sweetheart. You’re not dying for no fucking baby.”

“I don’t think it’s up to you.” You chide.

Your remark grabs his attention. He walks over to you, his fangs out and eyes red.

“Don’t push me, honey. You won’t like the results.”

“I’ll do it without you. I don’t need your fucking permission or your help!” You shout, throwing your wedding band at him.

He picks it up and grabs your face, making you look into his eyes.

He whispers in your ear.

“If you decide to go through with this, I’m gonna go pay little Sammie a visit.”

Tears fall down your face.

“No!—“

“You wouldn’t fucking dare.” You cry.

“Try me, I want you to. I will make a believer out of you.” Remmick chuckles, licking the tears off your face.

He lets go of your face and you walk away, crying and distraught.

You love him, but what if he’s wrong? What if you can survive the pregnancy? Will he really go hurt Sammie? What if you do die?

You need to clear your head and think. You want a baby and to live, but maybe you can’t have both.

clarksdale, 1932

the bar is buzzing, everyone in town seems to be around. the lights are dim, music loud, and people happy and laughing. you’re sipping your drink and flirting with the bartender, you could see yourself going home with her.

you look around a bit, everyone seems to be having a good time. then you spot him, across the bar. tall, handsome and muscular. wearing a black shirt and a chain around his neck. he’s looking at you. when he sees you answering his gaze his lips curl into a smug grin. he’s not alone. his friend is pale, with brown hair and a white button-up shirt. he looks.. awkward. he’s staring at you as well, sipping his beer.

you quickly turn away, returning to your conversation with the bartender. but you still feel their gazes on your back. you turn around again, but they’re not looking your way anymore, just talking to themselves. you must’ve imagined it.

you can’t quite explain it, but you feel uneasy. the way they were looking at you was hungry. and not in the way men usually look at you. there was something different about these two.

”listen’, i have to head home”, you say to the bartender. suddenly you feel like being alone at home, the two strangers made you feel uncomfortable. and yet there’s something about them…

”aww, we was just gettin’ started”, she says, pouting.

”sorry darlin’”, you answered, gulping your drink. you get up, and look at the strangers one last time. they’re just talking to each other. you turn around and head to the door. but at the door you get an urge to turn around again, so you do. they’re looking at you. the tall one raises their glass, smirking at you. you quickly turn away and start heading home.

the way back is about three kilometers in the dark, but you’re used to it. you’re never scared, but now you feel something’s off. the feeling of being followed creeps up on you when you reach the forest, and yet when you turn around there’s no one there. no footsteps, either.

you let out a relieved sigh once you reach your home. but at the porch you feel it again, like you’re being watched. you turn around again, but there’s no one. you step in, and lock the door. you even double-check the lock.

at home you feel more at ease, you light some candles and pull the curtains down. you warm up some water for a bath.

but as you bathe, thoughts about those two men creep inside your mind. the way their gaze rested on you, the way they looked. without noticing, your hand slips between your legs. you slowly circle your middle finger around your clit, thinking about the strangers. you let out a moan, but then…

knock knock

the water splashes as you lift your head. ’what the fuck?’ you think to yourself. who could it possibly be at this hour? you feel yourself getting scared. but even so, you get up and put on a robe. you dry your hair a bit, and step out of the bathroom.

at the door you hesitate. what if it’s someone dangerous? but it could be someone in need. you take a deep breath, and pull the door open.

and there they are, the two men you saw at the bar. they don’t say anything, it’s like they’re waiting for you to say something. but you don’t, you can’t. you just stand there like a deer in headlights.

finally, the taller one speaks. ”evenin’ miss”, he says. he’s wearing grillz, they’re glistening under the moonlight.

”we ain’t mean to scare ya”, he continues. his tone is calm and kind, but there’s also something quite mischievous about it.

”d- did ya boys follow me home?” you say, crossing your arms.

”we ain’t no boys, miss”, the man says, grinning. ”and let’s jus’ say we saw how ya was lookin’ at us”, he continues.

”like yer lookin’ at us now”, the other man speaks, his voice low.

”i- i don’t know what yer talkin’ ’bout”, you say. your cheeks warm up a bit, and you feel your legs squeezing together.

the taller man lets out a laugh. ”c’mon now, ain’t no use denyin’ it”, he says.

”why don’t ya let us in?” his friend says, slowly.

”i don’t even know yer names”, you say and let out a chuckle.

”name’s remmick, the handsome one is stack”, the shorter man says, smiling.

”and what’s your name, miss? i bet it’s lovely”, stack asks.

”i ain’t tellin’ ya that”, you say, leaning on the doorframe. you find yourself entertained by these two strangers.

both stack and remmick chuckle. they’re eyeing you up and down without any shame.

remmick tilts his head. ”c’mon, why don’t ya let us in? ya know ya want to?” he says.

”why, what are ya gon’ do to me?” you answer with a grin. you feel yourself getting more comfortable.

”whateva ya want”, stack says, stepping closer.

you let out a deep sigh. ”fine, come on in”, you say, not really knowing why. stack and remmick grin as you open the door for them, letting them step into your home.

”ya got candles ’n everything, like ya was waitin’ f’ us”, stack says, looking around the dark hallway.

”don’t think too highly of yerself, now”, you respond.

stack walks behind you, and without time to react you feel his big hands around your stomach and waist.

”look at this, remmick. caught ourselves a good one”, he says, and you can hear the deep grin in his voice.

remmick steps in front of you, looking at you up and down.

”touch her, see if ya can get her to sing f’ us”, he says.

you gasp as stack starts brushing his hands on your body. your ass, your neck, your breasts.

”open that robe, see what she got under there”, remmick says.

”w-wait..”, you whine. you’re getting a bit embarrassed.

”wait f’ what, sweet thing? we gon’ fuck ya anyways”, stack says, stroking your stomach.

then he pulls your robe open, slowly peeling it off your body. the cold breeze shivers on your body as the robe drops to the floor, leaving you completely naked in front of them.

remmick grins. ”damn, what a body ya got, darlin’”, he says. he takes a step closer to you.

stack starts touching your breasts, squeezing your nipples between his fingers. they harden immediately under his touch. he then puts his nose on your neck, inhaling. ”shit, ya smell so good”, he whispers. he then starts sloppily kissing your neck.

stacks hand wanders lower to your stomach, and between your legs. he gently strokes your inner thigh, teasing.

”ya want this, dove?” he asks, voice dripping with lust.

”yes”, you say without hesitation.

his fingers spread you open, and go to your clit. stack starts circling his finger around your clit with careful strokes while kissing your neck.

remmick is staring, his eyes locked on your cunt. you notice drool dripping from his mouth, he doesn’t bother wiping it off.

you moan loudly as stack thrusts his middle finger inside you, a wet sound escaping from your cunt.

”shit, yer drippin’, ain’t ya baby?” stack chuckles into your neck.

he pushes another finger inside with ease, your squirt dripping on the wooden floor.

”look at her, so hungry”, remmick says, now standing an inch away from you. he looks at you for a while before putting his lips on yours. your moans muffle against remmicks lips as he kisses you.

remmick wastes no time as he pushes his wet tongue inside your mouth, twirling it against yours. you hungrily respond to his kiss.

stack starts rubbing his thumb on your clit, and you moan against remmick’s mouth.

you’re squirting all over the wooden floor. stack chuckles. ”messy lil’ girl, aintcha?” he cooes.

remmick starts playing with your nipples while kissing you, smirking against your mouth.

then his mouth descends as he starts placing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your throat. then he latches onto yours breasts, licking and sucking like he’s trying to get milk out of them.

your legs are trembling, you’re overwhelmed by two men touching you.

stack starts rubbing harder, his thumb working relentlessly on yours clit. you moan, loud.

you squirt all over his fingers and on the floor as you come. stack chuckles and pops his wet fingers inside his mouth. ”c’mere, remmick, taste this”, he says. remmick slowly licks stack’s fingers, moaning around them. ”fuck, i gotta taste her”, he says.

”bedroom”, you say, taking remmick by the hand. stack follows, grinning.

remmick lays on the bed. ”sit on me face, baby”, he says, his voice almost whiny. you obey, climbing on top of his face, facing stack. ”put yer whole weight in”, remmick demands. ”alright then”, you chuckle. remmick moans as you sit on his face, cunt right on his mouth. he starts eating you relentlessly as stack watches, grinning.

”what a fuckin’ sight”, he says.

remmick moans and pushes his tongue inside your cunt, twirling it around your clenched walls. stack leans in and starts kissing you, wet and sloppy, hand on your breast. then he starts kissing your neck, leaving bite marks on your skin.

remmick finds your clit next and starts eagerly sucking on it. you let out a soft moan as he takes your clit inside his mouth, rubbing his tongue on it.

”remmick’s bein’ a real’ good boy, isn’t he now?” stack chuckles. you bite your lip.

remmick starts going faster, closing his lips around your clit and sucking like he’s trying to eat you.

you moan as you come inside his mouth and on his face, and he happily swallows it all.

stack lifts you up and throws you on the bed.

”i take the back, ya the front”, he says to remmick. remmick nods, grinning.

you shudder a bit from excitement.

”aww, ya ain’t gotta be scared”, stack says. ”we’ll take real good care of ya”, remmick adds.

they both start taking off their pants. to your terror they’re both huge, both their cock’s weeping with precum.

”on ya hands ’n knees”, stack orders you. you obey, positioning yourself on the bed.

remmick kneels in front of your face, and stack behind you.

remmick grins and slowly pushes his cock inside your mouth. ”alright stack, made her shut up”, he says. stack nods and teases your entrance by rubbing his cock against you.

you moan as stack pushes inside, his cock filling you up. then they start moving. remmick takes your head and starts slamming his cock deep inside your throat while stack starts thrusting his cock deep inside your pussy.

you whimper, overwhelmed. ”jus’ shut up ’n take it”, remmick says, grinning.

you can’t stop moaning as stack reaches your g-spot, his huge cock pounding against your walls. he suddenly slaps your ass, leaving a red mark. you whimper. ”yeah, tight lil’ pussy ya got”, stack says, continuing fucking you.

you taste remmick’s precum leaking inside your mouth, and you happily swallow it. you gag as he reaches your throat again and again.

you’re completely filled up, eyes watering, drool on your chin. you just keep moaning as stack and remmick use you like a fucktoy.

stack starts going rougher and faster, grabbing your ass until you bruise. remmick picks up his pace as well, moaning as his cock slams inside your throat.

”i’m close, how ’bout ya, rem?” stack asks remmick. ”same here”, remmick answers.

they keep fucking into you, hard and rough, until your body is aching. your back hurts, your legs hurt, your mouth and pussy hurt.

but god, it feels good.

”aww, fuck-”, remmick moans, slamming inside your throat. he stops, and you feel his warm cum pouring inside your mouth. you swallow everything. he pulls out, gently stroking your cheek.

stack keeps going, hands still gripping your ass.

remmick just watches as he fucks you, drool dripping from his mouth.

stack lets out a loud grunt and stops, burying his cock deep inside you for one last time. you feel his cum leaking in you. he stays inside for a while, his cock softening. then he pulls out, his cum dripping on the bed.

remmick pushes you against the bedframe and starts kissing your neck. stack quickly follows, doing the same.

then come the teeth. you scream as both sink their sharp fangs into your neck, and start drinking your blood.

”w-what?” you whine.

”oh, trust me, ya gon’ be feelin’ a lot better after this”, stack says, grinning.