So, I know how much readers like the first one I wrote about Riley, so I decided to make another one. I do not own Iron Man and its characters. They belong to Marvel Comics. I don't own Twilight and its characters. They belong to Stephenie Meyer. Reviews equal a happy author!

Chapter One: Stark Expo

"Riley, get your ass up and moving." A voice hammered me to get up.

"Ugh, why, Tony?" I asked with a pissed off sleepy voice. It was unnecessary, but I had to remind myself that I wasn't a human. "It's seven in the morning on a Saturday." I had returned home from hunting an hour ago and I had pulled my on not too long ago. I gave myself a sleepy appearance by running my fingers through my hair so it looked messy. I lay on my stomach and waited for my brother to come in my room. Isn't it a little too early to be swearing in the morning, Tony, I thought. The door opened and I heard his footsteps reach my bed.

"The Stark Expo is tonight, you ding dong." He reminded me as he sat on the end of my bed, "And your band is performing, remember? We got to get you guys over there early so you can practice."

"Oh." I realized, "How could I forget that?"

"Yeah, Riley," He said with a hard expression. I sat up in my bed facing him. Lately, Tony hasn't been himself. And it's been bugging me. "Come on, let's get moving." He let out a sigh as he stood up and left my room. I myself let out a sigh.

Can't believe you've been a vampire for seven months, A familiar voice asked me.

Edward, are you outside on the deck, I asked my very good friend.

Well, good morning to you too, He mentally laughed, I'm in downtown actually.

I gave a small chuckle and smiled. I can manage to believe it. Are you and the others coming to the Expo tonight?

We wouldn't miss our favorite undead guitarist perform. We all wish you good luck.

Why wish me so early?

Security is going to be very tight all day. Even if we can run past them, it's going to be impossible to get by without being noticed.

Hmm, well, you do have an excellent point there, Edward.

Let's just say it's one of the advantages of living for a long time. We've seen how tight security has evolved over time.

Really, how so?

Instead of drunken overweight men, there are tall burly men who have sharp minds.

"Riley, get moving!" Tony shouted from the bottom of the stairs. God, what is she doing up there?

"I'm moving, Tony!" I flung my words at him. Damn, my brother's been acting like a total jerk lately. It's starting to piss me off.

Your brother's been busy. He's got a lot on his mind.

"RILEY JEAN STARK!"

Whoa. Haven't heard that sentence in a long time.

You'd better get moving, Riley. I don't want to be the cause of you being late.

Yes, Dad, I'm moving, I joked. Edward replied with a laugh. See you later, Edward. Tell the others I said 'hi'.

I will, Riley. Good bye. I'll see you later.

I got out of bed with a sigh. Within a blink of an eye, I ran impossibly fast getting dressed and brushing my hair. Ah, one of the great advantages of being a vampire: the amazing speed. Then there's the inhuman strength, an extra unique ability –for me, it happens to be able to read minds-, living forever, not sleeping, breathing, going to the bathroom, or eating crappy human food. Downside is managing our thirst by drinking blood. We have two options: human or animal blood. Obviously, because I don't want to kill anyone, I drink animal blood. This in the process turns my irises a golden brown color. If vampires haven't had blood in awhile, our eyes turn black. If we drink human blood, our eyes turn a crimson red.

I pulled out my electric guitar and headed downstairs. I remembered, painfully, the reason why I was turned. I was in a terrible car wreck caused by a semi truck driver that Obadiah Stane had paid to kill me. I was dying from blood loss. So Edward's 'father', Carlisle, saved my life by turning me. And let me tell you, it was extremely painful. I had second thoughts that I wouldn't make it, but I did. One thing that was branded on my mind was Tony while I suffered the three painful days of the transformation.

Thankfully, I had my vampire 'family' to help me through the tough times with my thirst. Six months ago, Tony had created a suit that had weapon artillery, which, I got to help him build it. People began to call him Iron Man. A few weeks later, Tony had to use it to battle against Stane on the roof of the Stark Industries factory. The next day, Tony had a press conference and told the world he was Iron Man. Personally, I think it was a stupid choice to tell the world that he's Iron Man. The Press won't stop leaving us alone. For once, I'm glad that I haven't told the world that I'm the famous guitar player, Riley Black. Kind of a cheesy for me to keep my first name, but oh well.

Man, where's Pepper when you need her, I asked myself. "You okay, Tony?" I asked him as I reached the kitchen.

"I'm just stressed out about the Expo tonight." He said, "That's all." I gave him a 'That's not what's bothering you' look. Tony knew me too well. He hated it when I gave him that look. "Riley, I'm sorry if I've been acting rude around you. You must have a strong reason to hate me. It's just that I've got a lot of stuff on my mind. The anniversary of Mom and Dad's accident is coming up soon, and we both know how hard that is on us." He pulled me gently into his arms and gave me a long hug. "I know you're going to be amazing tonight." He added with a smile.

Thousands of cheering fans reached my ears as tonight finally came. But aside from the deafening cheering that would drive any human crazy, there were the thoughts of thousands of people, and every single scent that belonged to them reached me. I waited behind the stage curtain massaging my temples at the somewhat annoying noise that made my head throb and slowly pacing. I adjusted my appearance in the reflection of my guitar that hung by my waist. I heard a roar of jets from above that got louder and louder.

Tony would be dropping in for his entrance. Literally. Suddenly, a loud metal clank reached my ears and the cheering fans were louder than ever. Music by AC/DC was blaring from speakers making the moment very exciting. I heard the familiar whir of mechanical robot arms with drills begin to take Tony's suit apart onstage and store it underneath the stage. Boy, am I happy that I went hunting last night.

"You alright, Riley?" The band's lead singer, Andy, come up behind me and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. The guys knew who I really am and they have done an excellent job of keeping my secret safe from the world.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I assured him.

"Just making sure because you had a strange look on your face."

"Oh, it's good to be back!" Tony's voice echoed through the mic. "You missed me? I missed the cue?"

"I love you!" One girl screamed from the crowd.

"Blow something up!" One guy screamed from the crowd.

"You want me to blow something up?" Tony asked. "I already did that." The crowd went into another cheering frenzy. Tony waited for them to calm down before he spoke again. "I'm not saying that the world isn't enjoying its longest period of uninterrupted peace in years because of me." He had to wait again because of a reply of cheering of approval. "I'm not saying that from the ashes of captivity never has a greater metaphor personified in human history. I'm not saying that Uncle Sam can kick back on a lawn chair sipping on ice tea because I haven't come across anyone who's mad enough to go toe to toe with me on my best day!" In the crowd's mind, I could see that Tony had a great big smile in return. "Please, it's not about you. It's not even about us. It's about legacy. It's about what we choose to leave behind for future generations. And that's why next year, and for the first time since 1974, the best brightest men and women of nations and corporations of the world will pool over resources, share their collect division to leave behind a brighter future!

"It's not about us! Therefore what I'm saying, if I'm saying anything, is welcomed back to the Stark Expo." Many cheers of approval could be heard throughout the arena. "And now, making a special guest appearance from the Great Beyond, to tell you what it's all about, please welcome, my father, Howard." Tony gave a small bow and exited the stage as a video on the huge screen above the stage begin to play. Far off in the corner of the stage were a group of dancers that were dressed in red leather made to look like they were wearing the mini arc reactor chestpiece that was keeping metal shrapnel out of Tony's heart, fake repulsors, jetboots, and spandex underwear.

God, that has to be so uncomfortable, I noted. Tony walked by them and gave them a smiling nod as they began giggling, giving him hello waves, and blowing kisses.

"Hi, Tony," One of them cooed. Tony smiled back and kept walking by. He headed to a table that was away from them with his back to us. I saw him pull a small object from his pocket and place his finger on it. A scent suddenly reached me. Human blood. The familiar scent of this person's blood didn't take long to figure out who it belonged to. I held my breath hoping that the thirst would erupt in my throat in reply to the smell. It was Tony's blood.

Is Tony taking a blood test, I wondered. I heard a small beep come from the device and Tony let out a sigh as he read it.

Great. My blood has sixteen percent of palladium in it, He thought with a great amount of sarcasm. What am I going to tell Riley? That I'm slowly dying from palladium poisoning? She would be upset. We've already lost Mom and Dad. I don't want her to lose me too. I faced away from him as I heard his footsteps approach me. "Hey, kiddo," He greeted me with a warm smile and a hug, "You having fun yet?"

"Yep," I smiled and nodded, "I just really don't like those dancers over there." I looked over his shoulder. He turned at what I was looking at and chuckled.

"They aren't that bad." He said eyeing one of them.

"Whoa, watch it." I suddenly said, "I've seen how you look at Pepper."

"So?"

"You like her. A lot more than just friends."

"What do you mean, Riley?" He did his best to sound confused.

"Oh cut the crap act, Tony." I waved it away, "You loooooove Pepper." I drew out the word in a teasing voice. "You love her."

"No I don't."

"Love her." I teased.

"Nu-uh,"

"Yes you do. You love Pepper."

"Riley-"

"Tony and Pepper sittin' in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G." I sang. That shut him up. He stared at me with wide eyes. He was silent for a minute, but all I could reply with was laughter.

"I can't believe you." He finally said, "Come here, you weirdo." He reached out in a neck lock and began giving me a noogie.

"Tony-" I struggled trying to get away without hurting him with my inhuman strength.

"Look who's got you now!" He did his victory laugh. After another minute of 'noogie time', Tony finally let me go. I gave him one of my 'I hate you in the joking way' looks. "But you still love me even after I torment you." He replied. "You're going to go on after the video of Dad, okay?"

"Okay."

"I'll introduce you to the crowd and then you'll play." He explained. I set off to find the guys. "Oh, and Riley," I stopped in my tracks and turned around. "You'll do fine. Wait, scratch that. You'll do amazing." I returned his comment with a smile. Quickly, I found them and explained them what Tony told me. Then when no one was looking, I sped off in a blink to my dressing room and found what I was looking for. I invented a device that you stick on you like a patch on your throat near the vocal cords. And when you talk or sing, your voice will come out sounding with whatever you have the pitch of voice you have it set. And, it matches skin tone so that no one will notice. It's really me singing, but set so that my voice would sound more guy-like. I sped back to the back of the stage and walked over to the band in our spot on the stage behind the curtain.

"You ready?" Andy asked.

"Yep," I grinned, "No butterflies or second thoughts."

"Patch working?" To double check, I sung a line from one of the songs that we'll perform. "Yeah, you're definitely going to make the ladies swoon easily." Andy grinned.

"Tonight, we have a special musical guest to entertain us. I have been great friends with them for many months. And let me tell you, they're the greatest music group of talented young people that I have ever met. Please welcome, Black Void!" Tony introduced. The curtain rose up as people began cheering wildly. Tony joined in the cheering as he walked off stage. "GO RILEY!" He whooped. I didn't even bother to suppress the chuckle that came deep within me.