Mene Mene Tekel Upharsin

Sorry it took me soooo long to write this. I just had to make it perfect, which I don't think it's perfect, but better than how I first wrote it. I hope you like it :)

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I stared blankly at the field sprawled out in front of my eyes. My mouth dropped as I remembered the scene re-playing in my head. I’m in the house. I’m in the house that belongs to the gorgeous guy from my dream, or memory. But how in the hell did I get here?

          I fumbled backwards, landing on the hard, wooden floor below me. I stood up and started searching for a light which I found on the other side of the room. I flicked it on and I heard a groggy moan from behind.

          “Ugh, can you turn the lights off? They’re hurting my eyes.” I inhaled deeply, afraid of the voice behind me. I was preparing myself to scream. “No, no, no. NO screaming. I already have a migraine.”

          “Raine?” I exhaled, turning around to find my blonde headed best friend sitting in a chair on the opposite of the bed. She sat up, rubbing her temples. “W-what…H-how…” I sighed. “Can you please explain what you’re doing here and why I’m here?”

          “I can’t really explain why you’re here, but some chick named Trinity brought me, Adalie and Grayson here a couple hours ago saying that you were hurt and that we were all in grave danger or some shit.” She yawned and made her way across the room and gave me a hug (and trying not to hurt me at the same time. “I will be talking to you later about personal responsibility, but right now you need to talk to that guy.” She said, pointing in the direction of another doorway. In the doorway stood a silhouette of a man.

          “Wonderful,” I muttered to myself. “More vampires.” Finn stepped out of the brightly lit doorway with a wide smirk on his face. His dark hair was straggly, curling around his cheekbones and at the bottom of his chin. He was shirtless, showing off his well-defined muscles. He wore dark, ripped jeans and no shoes. His blue eyes flickered from me to Raine to me again.

          “Finally awake I see,” Finn said with his smirk still in place. “Did you sleep well? Did you have nice dreams?”

          “What? No, I mean, I did sleep okay but my dreams weren’t nice ones.”

          “Oh,” he said, his smile dropping a bit. “Were they sexual dreams? ‘Cause you were making weird noises.”

          “No, they weren’t sexual dreams either, Jeez,” Stupid, perverse vampires. “But seriously, can someone tell me what I’m doing back in my old town? I really don’t want to be here.”

          “I will, but you need to come with me first.” I sighed as he turned, without waiting for my reply, and walked back into the room that he was just in. I followed him into the room, while Raine went to go find the others who were somewhere in this dreaded house.

          The room was an armory, or something like it. There were weapons everywhere. Hanging from the walls, in shelves, in drawers, and they even went as high as the fricken ceiling. There were swords (all types), throwing stars, axes, guns, whips, and even assortments of knives.

          But one sword really stood out from all the lovely little weapons in the room. It was a sword with a purple, rigid blade. Engraved in the blade was Finn’s name and three jewels. The handle was a cold blue color and had a flame shaped orb above it with a heart shaped jewel in it. The rest of the sword was plastered with gold and roses designed into it. In the middle were four more jewels, surrounded with more flowers. A very attractive sword indeed.

          “Here,” said Finn from behind me. I felt his hand lightly touch my back, making me turn around. “This belongs to you.” He held another sword in his other hand.

          “Me? I don’t own any swords.” I said automatically.

          “Your name is Fallyn right?” I nodded. “Well then this is your sword because it has your name on it, dumbass.”

          “Oh.” Was all I could muster up in response. But he was right, it did have my name on it, as well as other things. The blade was blue, and curved with a pink rose designed onto the whole blade. The handle was green and curved and it also had a flame shaped orb above it just like Finn’s. Except, the heart shaped jewel in mine was upside down. Pretty, for a sword.

          “Don’t touch the blade,” Finn warned as I reached toward the sword. “It’s poisonous.”

          “Poisonous?” He nodded and put the sword on the wall next to his. “Listen, that isn’t really what I brought you in here for.” He said, leaning against the wall full of weapons.

          “So why did you bring me in here then? Are you going to explain things to me now?”

          “Yeah, but I need to ask you a question first, okay?” I nodded and he proceeded to ask the question. “How long has it been since you’ve seen your step brother?”

          “I don’t know, about five years. But, what does Frank have to do with Tristain and everything?” I asked.

          “You don’t know.” Finn said, raising his eyebrow. “Fallyn, Frank was kidnapped. He’s been missing for a month.”

          “Again, Finn, what does my brother have to do with anything? Was he the one who brought me here? Was he the one who saved me from Asher and Soren? What does he have to do with anything?” I asked with a bit too much venom in my voice.

          “Your brother is one of the reasons that my brother is after you.” Finn hissed with a clenched jaw. “Your brother killed my brother’s mate, Adelaide. And now he’s after you, my dear.”

 

 

To be continued...

So my friend Nikki and her dad and her sister took my to an ALS Phillies thing yesterday to meet some of the Phillies players. We get there around 3 something and the line is UBER LONG. There was like over a hundred peoples in one line. And that was the SECOND longest line believe it or not, the first longest was the line for Chase Utley.

Sheesh. Anyways, we see our friend Rachel and helplessly try to wave to her and get her attention (and I was wearing neon yellow for Christ's sake) and she did not see us at all. But we decided to just wait in line to exchange the friggin tickets and what not. After that, Nikki and I had to go to the entrance to wait for the gates to open and we randomly see Rachel again, but this time she saw us but she was still in line to exchange her tickets so we had to leave her. Then we found Nikkis dad and sister and he gave us three tickets to wait in line for when we went to see the players. I believe the tickets were 8, 10, and 15.

Then Rachel found us again because her mom apparently loves to embarass her, so she left her mom all alone. And we waited an extra half hour maybe for the damn gates to open and it was blazing hot outside. And then, my stomach dropped, my head started to pound, I lost my hearing, I couldn't speak well, things started to go black, and my legs went numb. I went down and landed on Nikkis dads leg. Yeah, I friggin black out or whatever from the heat and that's when they decided to open the gates. Yeah, lucky me. But they dragged me inside and Nikki and Rachel got me into the bathroom and I splashed water on my face and I was better two minutes afterwards. Weird.

The rest of the time, we just waited in more lines to meet the players and what not (some of them were really cute) for four hours, but we chatted about random things and apparently I looked like Jasper from Twilight when I put on Nikkis hat, I think that was funny because I also look like Alice, haha. But I had a rad time, 'cept for the fainting.

This is for those who cried to the Ghost Of You.

For those who felt empowered during Famous Last Words.

For those who felt they could relate to Im Not Okay.

For those who want to start a riot because of Teenagers.

For those who are Demiliton Lovers.

For those who Killed All There Friends.

This is for those who got Welcomed To The Black Pararde.

For those who aren't Afraid To Keep On Living.

Who aren't Afraid To Walk This World Alone.

So lets Crash The Cemetry Gates with heads held high and MCR in out hearts because we are the MCRmy.

For anyone who loves Gerard no matter what colour his hair was.

For anyone who loves that Pansy Frank and was worried when he got sick.

For anyone who has ever fantasied about playing with Ray's hair.

For anyone who got worried when Bob got burnt.

For anyone who cried every single time Gerard got drunk or high.

For anyone who bought MCR's new ablum the very second they could and protect it with their lives.

For anyone who can't watch The Ghost Of You without crying when Mikey gets shot.

For anyone who isn't okay.

For anyone who loves My Chemical Romance with ALL of their black little hearts.

For anyone who didn't just listen to their music, but their lyrics too.

For anyone who thinks they'll die alone.

For anyone who wanted to jump up on stage just to give them hugs.

For anyone who wanted to meet them just to say 'Thank you'.

For anyone who wanted them for their advice, not their money.

For anyone who wants to say 'I love you' without any remorse.

For anyone who is sick of having their heart broken, or getting hurt.

For anyone who can honestly say that MCR saved their lives.

For anyone who gets exited when someone says "Gerard, Frankie, Bob, Mikey, or Ray."

For anyone who gets exited when someone says "My Chemical Romance or MCR."

For anyone who says I am My Chemical Romance with pride, and with honesty.

For anyone who will repost this, and actually take the time.

For anyone who has had a relative say, "Please no more MCR today!"

For anyone who gets excited/ hyper when they see a random person wearing an MCR shirt. 

For anyone who will go across the country to see a My Chemical Romance Concert.

For enyone who listens to the message of MCR.

For every one who dont know where they'd be with out them,

For every one whos lives changed the moment they heard one song.

For every one who would hold a funeral procession at school if MCR broke up.

We ARE the MCRmy

They told us they weren't OK.

They told us vampires would never hurt us.

They want us to say our Famous Last Words and join The Black Parade.

They said the mirror wasn't big enough for the both of them.

They cried for the ghost of us.

They introduced us to Helena.

They don't love us like they did yesterday.

We ARE the MCRmy.

Real MCR fans know more songs than Welcome to the Black Parade.

Real MCR fans know Gerard Way's brother's name.

Real MCR fans get exited and hiper when one of there songs come on the radio.

Real MCR fans punch their cousins/brothers/parents/friends for dissing Gerard's hair or anything about MCR for their sake.

Real MCR fans know the names of everyone in the band and what they do.

Real MCR fans shop for hours just to find a jacket like the band's have for concert.

Real MCR fans will keep reading this.

I AM a Demolition Lover.

I am NEVER Okay.

I WAS Welcomed To The Black Parade.

I AM young and I dont care.

I AM disenchanted.

I AM filled with Unapolagetic Apathy.

I mourned Mikeys glasses and the Death of Pansy.

I Live Life On The Murder Scene.

I DID cry to the Ghost Of You.

I DID feel empowered to Famous Last Words.

I worried about Bob and his burn.

I helped Gerard stay sober.

I have an obsession with Rays hair.

I AM NOT Afraid To Keep On Living.

I AM NOT Afraid To Walk This World Alone.

I DID Crash The Cemetry Gates.

I Brought You My Bullets When You Brought Me Your Love.

I DID give Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge.

I DO know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison.

Ive Given Em Hell And Hung Em High.

I HAVE Killed All My Friends.

I DID give you gallons of blood.

I HAVE seen the Early Sunsets OverMonreville.

Vampires CAN NEVER hurt me.

I AM dead and I will be buried in all my favourite colors, BLACK.
SO SHUT YOUR EYES, KISS ME GOODBYE AND SLEEP. THESE ARE OUT FAMOUS LAST WORDS. SO THANK YOU FOR THE VENOM, SO LONG AND GOOD NIGHT.

I AM the MCRmy and, they DID save my life.

Post this if you are truely part of the MCRmy...

Ugh...I did not get any sleep last night whatsoever. My three ass cats kept me up all night. Wonderful. And when I did fall asleep, it was about 3:30 am, and my dreams were so creepy, even for me. Like, I've been dreaming of past fanfictions again and I just can;t fit it together. I don't get my dreams.

But then I started to dream about something totally different, and I don't understand it at all. I believe it was all my friends burning again, I'm not sure, I think there was fire, and screaming. Hm.

And today, what a friggin day. Today me and my mom went ot Wal-Mart to get some shizzle and this really creepy dude kept following us and staring at us. Wherever we looked, he was there! he even went into the check out aisle next to us...creepy right?

I wanna sleep, but it's only 5:52 pm....I want waffles....*random craving*....eehhhh....and I'm soo sorry I'm taking so long to post the next chapter to "Blood Drunk on Love"...I'm still in the middle of writing it....I'm trying to make it better than what I wrote o.0 There's a lot of symbolism involved and I'm trying to remember what Hammy (my old teacher...I called him that :D) taught us on smbolism *sighs*....and i'malso re-reading "The Black Tattoo" by Sam Enthoven, Charlie and Jack are going to hell :) That's were I left off :)

Anywho....

I got outside at least twice everyday (to go to the park or something) though I hate going outside and I always wear my black and hot pink gloves that one of my best friends gave me, and I got a bit of a tan...but about half of my fingers and half of my wrists are pale as shit and the other parts are tan, now I have to wear my gloves all the time.

And also, I burned all the hairs off my arms by acident. Long story short, my arm collided with the stove (I was making noodles).

*sighs* and I'm also friggin pissed. Okay, so ya'll know about my ex father. Well, we have a PFA against him and he's only supposed to call us once a day (to talk to my lil sister Anna) and he called about 55 times in the past couple of days (I write it down in a journal so I can arrest his ass)...and my little sister doesn't want to talk to him and he threatens a 10 year old over the phone and an answering machine. How dumb can he be? But, we're going back to court on August 12th and 15th. I gets to testify (the attroneys aren't going to consul) and make the judge make him not see my little sister ever again! ha! I win *sticks tongue out at asshole*

And I'm going to a "Breaking Dawn" masquerade in a week and since I look like Alice, I'm going as Alice :) Imma have fun XD

- TO TAKE THIS SURVEY, SIMPLY PUT YOUR MUSIC PLAYER ON SHUFFLE -
- AND ANSWER THE QUESTIONS WITH THE TITLE OF THE SONG THAT COMES ON -
[it's better if you don't cheat and don't skip any songs.]
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What is your name? Or what should your name be?
Blood- My Chemical Romance (well I do have a blood fetish...call me Blood)

How is your life going?
Send my love to the dancefloor I'll see yoi in hell (hey mister DJ)- Cobra Starship (it's danceworthy? not really)

What is your nickname?
Headfirst For Halos {live}- My Chemical Romance (teehee...idk...call me whatever you want)

What is your theme song?
Heaven Hell- The 69 Eyes (I do love that song...)

What is your best friend's theme song?
Your Mama Don't Dance- Poison (buwhahahahaha!!!!!!)

How is your life going to turn out?
End of Days- Bullet For My Valetine (well isn't that just nice!)

Will you get married? 
Teenagers- My Chemical Romance  (wha??)

Will you have kids?
Wicked Game- HIM (with Mr.Valo :D)

What will your job be?
Drunk On Shadows- HIM (Ville...I get to do Ville!)

Did you/will you finish school?
Intermission- Panic At The Disco (no?)

Who is your best friend?
The Sacrament- HIM (Ville :D_

Who is or will be your significant other?
Gothic Girl- The 69 Eyes (JUSSI!!!!!)

Who do you like?
Imaginary- Evanescence ( I♥ Amy lee)

How will you die?
Right Here In My Arms- HIM (In Ville's arms *a dream come true*)

How do you feel right now?
The Ghost of You {live}- My Chemical Romance (I feel like Gerard having an orgasm ^^)

What is your favorite song?
Misery Business- Paramore (That's my fav Paramore song XD)

How could you describe your parents?
Sweet Sacrifice- Evanescence (muwhahaha)

Your best friend[s]?
Do You Know What I'm Seeing?- Panic At The Disco (Are seeing what I'm seeing?)

Your teachers?
Sophia- The Rasmus (No, they're not my Sofia)

Your significant other [or crush...]?
Bring Me To Life- Evanescence (will bring me to life?)

Yourself?
Pop Destroyed The Scene- Rookie Of The Year (wtf!...lol...good song though)

What is your best feature?
Sleep- My Chemical Romance (my sleeping is my best feature)

What will you be / should you be, profession-wise?
Demolition Lovers- My Chemical Romance (A professional die-er?)

How could you describe this survey?
Final Day- Tokio Hotel (yesh?)

What makes you angry?
Love In Cold Blood- HIM (Ville doesn't make me angry *wink*)

What makes you sad?
Dark Light- HIM (Well, not being able to see Ville in that Dark Light would make me sad...)

What makes you happy?

Perfect Skin- The 69 Eyes (yes, perfect skin makes me happy...)

What makes you dance?
Shot- The Rasmus (Lintu!)

What is your favorite color?
Behind The Crimson Door- HIM (Crimson is one of my fav colors...but Ville is my all time fave color)

How would you describe yourself?
The Opening Departure- Aiden (*thinks* I got nothing....but wiL Francis!!!)

Who is your worst enemy?
I Never Told You What I Do For A Living- MCR (the people that Gerard kill in this song?)

Who do you hate?
We Sleep Forever- Aiden ( I will never hate my wiL!)

Who do you love?
Like You- Evanescence (Amy Lee is the sex)

Who do you lust after?
Creeping Death- Apocalyptica (well Ville was a Reaper in my fanfiction...)

Finish the Sentece
I wish: Vermilion- Slipknot (isn't vermilion a type of red?)

I want to: Anarchy in the UK- Sex Pistols (yes, cept I'm kinda in Philly now)

I want to kill: Cemetery Drive- MCR (holy shit...)

I want to eat: Treat Me Right- Pat Benetar (I wanna eat Pat Benetar...lol)

My head: Number Five With A Bullet- Taking Back Sunday (what??? o.0)

I am: House of Wolves- MCR (A house full of wolves? does it involve Mikey in any way?)

My best feature is: My Sweet Pessimist- Lannen Fall (my pessism {sp?})

My eyes are: My Immortal- Evanescence (sad? yesh...kinda)

My hair is: Stigmata Diaboli- HIM (pssht...it's cuz Ville messed it up o.o)

My face is: F-F-F-Falling- The Rasmus (oh my god....that is embarassing...)

You should: This Photography Is Proof- Taking Back Sunday (maybe...)

Words of advice?
Scream Aim Fire- Bullet For My Valentine (Take my advice dammit!!)

How do others see me? 
Haunted- Evanescence (You're haunted dudes...)

How do I see myself?
HeartBreaker- Pat Benetar (hmmm...well I did break Geards heart in 'Love Reaper'...)

I don't know. But I've been getting dreams of some of my old characters in different fanfictions....who knows...

1. I love... My Chemical Romance

2. Right now I want...more pepsi
3. I feel like...dancing to Styx
4. I hate it when... nobody's there for me when I need them
5. I fear...open water (oceans kinda), broken glass, icky spiders, my dad, rope, chucky, Justin Timberlake lol
6. I'm lonely without... music, computer, my journal
7. I need... to be free
8. Today I...annoyed my mom :)
9. Tomorrow I'm... not sure what I'm doing
10. I just...spun around in my spinny chair
11. I want to meet... MCR, HIM, A7X, TBS, Audrey Kitching, Atilla, and so much more
12. I'm hungry for...salt and vinegar chips
13. I love it when... *evil laughs*
14. I'm afraid of... dude, look at #5

15. I'm listening to... Charmed...they're all Fairy Tales XD
16. I'm wearing... my A7X tee, pants, and a gray hoodie wit lots of safety pins
17. I wish I was in... Helsinki, Finland
18. I'm craving... some Mikey Way
19. I want to get... a camera
20. I can... read...lol
21. I can't... speak Finnish perfectly
22. I have... three cats and some fish
23. I haven't... finished re-reading The Black Tattoo
24. I'm nervous to... go to court soon
25. My Mom thinks I'm... perfect (I'm not)
26. My Dad thinks I'm... a miserable bitch that deserves to die
27. I think... I need some Mikey Way right about now XD
28. I'm happy when... I'm listening to MCR
29. I'm sad when... people ignore me and think I'm okay when I'm not
30. I like eating...pizza
31. I hate eating... Chicken Breasts
32. I love watching... Charmed, Angel, SURS, Maury, Jerry Springer, Steve Wilkos Show, ect
33. I love listening to... HIM, MCR, TBS, False Start, A7X, and so much more
34. I like playing... with people's minds...lol...MINDFREAK!!!!!
35. I hate waking up to... my cat jumping on my tummy o.0
36. I can see... dumb people *looks at mean sister*
37. I'm glad that... I have MCR in my life
38. I'm disappointed that... I'm not good enough for myself
39. I look like... Alice Cullen from Twilight apparently
40. I wish I looked like... Audrey Kitching, Alicia Simmons, Miss Mosh, or Atilla :)

The warmth you feel for others is readily apparent today as the Fire Sign Theatre encourages you to burn all your candles at both ends. With so many planets in Sagittarius-friendly fire, you are inspired and inspiring, loved and loving. Don't get caught up in spinning mental wheels that take you nowhere at all. Just follow your heart.

Sorry I couldn't post this journal when I was on earlier, my mom called me to tell me to get off the computer and do my chores (how did she know I was on?? o.0)

Happy MCR day! This day is for all the MCR fans and, of course, to the five greatest guys in all the universe: Gerard Way, Mikey Way, Frank Iero, Ray Toro and Bob Bryar. They have saved so many lives over these past nearly seven years (or is it seven already??) We are very greatful to have these guys in our lives and in our hearts and I know they feel the same way about us. I wish them, and all you crazy kick ass fans, the best in the world with everything. We all love you MCR, and thanks for being there for every single one of us. And thank you, the fans, for standing by MCR through thick and thin :)

 

xoxo Brandy a.k.a. Mikey♥

1.) What curse word do you use the most? Fuck Fuck Fuck
2.) Do you own an iPod?  I own an mp3 player :)
3.) Who on your Myspace "Top 8" do you talk to the most? I don't have a myspace

4.) What time is your alarm clock set for? What alarm clock?
5.) What colour is your room? what room?
6.) Flip flops or sneakers? Sneakers

7.) Would you rather take the picture or be in the picture? Take the picture, I'm not that good looking

8.) What was the last movie you watched? Batman begins

9.) Do any of your friends have children? Yup

10.) Has anyone ever called you lazy?  When doesn't anyone call me lazy?
11.) Do you ever take medication to help you fall asleep faster? No, it doesn't work and I don't condone being drugged

12.) What CD is currently in your CD player? Dark Light- HIM
13.) Do you prefer regular or chocolate milk? Does pepsi count?
14.) Has anyone told you a secret this week? I think...
15.) Have you ever given someone a hickey? hellz no
16.) Who was the last person to call you? Tanya!!!! I loves her!
17.) Do you think people talk about you behind your back? nah, if people do then they just have low self esteem
18.) Did you watch cartoons as a child? Duh! I love cartoons! I always have!
19.) How many siblings do you have? 2, about to be 3...I may have more since I don't know my real dad
20.) Are you shy around the opposite sex? a little...very much so
21.) What movie do you know every line to? Queen of the Damned
22.) Do you own any band t-shirts? I love bands tees! yes I own some!
23.) What is your favorite salad dressing? eww, I hate salads and salad dressing
24.) Do you read for fun?  I always read for fun! I love to read and write!
25.) Do you cry a lot?  Everyday...
26.) Do you have a desktop computer or a laptop?  desktop XD
28.) Are you currently wanting any piercings or tattoo? My mom might let me get angel bites and a labret, I still need to talk to her though
29.) What is the weather like? It's as hot as Mikey Way ;D
30.) Would you ever date someone covered in tattoos? I love tattoos so yeshhhh!!!
31.) Is sex before marriage wrong? It depends...
32.) When was the last time you slept on the floor? not that long ago...
33.) How many hours of sleep do you need to function? I don't need sleep
35.) Are your days full and fast-paced? nope
36.) Do you pay attention to calories on the back of packages? not really...I don't eat much
37.) How old will you be turning on your next birthday? Imma be turning 16
38.) Are you picky about spelling and grammar? haha yes!
39.) Have you ever been to Six Flags? No but I've been to Dorney Park
40.) Do you get along better with the same or opposite sex? Same, guys frustrate me
41.) Do you like Cottage Cheese? I hate cheese
42.) Do you sleep on your side, tummy, or back? I have no idea
43.) Have you ever bid for something on eBay? nope
44.) Do you enjoy giving hugs? only to my friends
45) What song did you last sing out loud? In The Shadows- The Rasmus
46) Whats your favorite TV show? SURS, Angel , Charmed, Jerry Springer, Maury, Steve Wilkos Show...
47) Which celebrity dead or alive would you want to have lunch with? All of MCR, HIM, A7X, TBS, Brandon Lee, so much more
48) Last time you had butterflies in your stomach? ummm...today and yesterday...long story!
49) What one thing do you wish you had? You wouldn't understand...

I was running through a feild of tall grass and dead flowers. There were a few tombstones here and there. A graveyard? Probably. Hell if I know. I don't really understand why I am running. I could feel the adrenaline inside of me, pulsating throughout my body.

The air was cold and the ground was wet. Mud was splattered on my feet and my ankles. My lips were probably blue fomr the cold air and the freezing weather. It just rained, I could tell because even though it's dark out, the trees were dripping water from their leaves onto the ground. I trip, over a sprawled branch from a tree near by, and I landed in a puddle. I looked into the puddle, and my reflection stared right back at me.

Braces, short hair, chipped nail polish. Is this a dream? I don't remember morphing back into my sixteen year old self. Is this a memory that I'm reliving? A flash back that's too realisitic? Okay, I need to remember. I look around to my surrounding. A woody area, a few houses here and there. Okay, I'm sixteen, it's midnight and I'm running in the middle of a feild/cemetery thingy, and there's houses. What am I running from and why am I here?

"Fallyn!" I heard a muffled mans voice cry out into the night. He was angry. "Fallyn Amabel Syrin you get your ass back here this instant! Or there will be hell to pay! Do you here me?! Get back here!" My father.

I got up and ran again, faster than before I fell. I can remember this night now, this dream, this memory or whatever this is. From age seven to age sixteen, I would try to run away from home almost every month. But it all ended the same way. My father would catch me, my mother would cry, and my brother would hide up in his room while I got what I deserved.

But this time was different from all the other times. Well, this time I actually escaped this hell, but something else was...different. Somebody owned this feild that I was running through, somebody owned the grass, the trees, the tombstones...the mansion that sat right smack dab in the middle of the damned feild. I met him that night and that was the only time that I've ever seen him. He wasn't alone though, I remember that too. I remember seeing somebody running into the woods as I ran into him, literally. He was very young, and gorgeous.

And I knocked his ass to the ground. How lame of me. But he wasn't angry or sad, he was just as bewildered as I was. His hair was slightly messy, hanging freely around his perfect face. His beautiful blue eyes were wild, not frightened, but shocked. He wore a black button-up shirt (That was torn open by something. He was basically bare chested. I must be dreaming), he wore tight black jeans, and no shoes. We stared at each other for a few moments, studying each other but we were interupted by the yelling of my father. The man saw him and jumped up to his feet. He looked down at me, then took my hand and pulled me to my feet. He took off running, so fast that it was just like he has vanished into the cold night air. Something grabbed my hair, pulling me backwards. I hit the ground and looked up. I saw Asher.

 

Then I woke up...

...In a very strange room, aching in places that I didn't even know could ache. The room was dark, and airy. I couldn't see my surroundings but I could tell that it was a guys room.

"Ouch!" I muttered as I tried to lift my head off of one of the pillows that I was lying on. I must have hit my head pretty badly. It feels like someone rammed a pole through my head. I slowly moved myself off the bed to try to find a door or a person to talk to. Instead I found a window with long curtains draped over it. I yanked open the curtains and looked on to a familiar setting.

 

to be continued...

It was like a re-occuring nightmare. One that I've lived and dreamt way too many times.

Asher had taken me home without any hesitation. Though it was early morning, it felt as if the day had already passed without any time passing at all. Asher was silent throughout the whole car ride, and even when he forced me into the house, locked me in our bedroom, unplugging all the phones and taking my cell phone. He even called his best friend, Soren, to watch the house while asshole, I mean Asher, went to work. I really wish I had stayed at Starbucks with my friends.

I sat on the edge of our bed as Asher did all those things. He was frantic and angry, it was really easy to tell. His eyes were blood shot and his face was a deep shade of pink, which was so unlike his sadistic pale. He was muttering profanities under his breath while he shoved the house phones in our closet and locking the door to it. He stopped and sighed.

"Where were you?" Asher asked me with flared nostrils and clentched fists. He was standing over me, now, towering over me.

"At Raine's house." My answer was short and sweet. Hopefully he believed me. Asher exhaled deeply. It was either a sigh of relief or a sigh of, well, a sigh that might indicate that he doesn't believe me. I did leave one thing out. My little run in with a bunch of vampires. I practically made out with one. Does that count as cheating? But he was strong, Tristain I mean, and plus all he wanted was blood, I think. But Asher wouldn't have believed me anyways. Who would?

"I have to go to work," he said, his face was still a light red. "We will talk about this later." I stood up when he said that, half of me expected him to shove me back down on the bed and the other half hoped that he might let me go. Instead he just stood there, almost making me fall back. But I caught my balance on the bed post. My forehead came about to the top of Asher's collarbone. Yeah, he's that tall.

"Will you at least let me go to Raine's house or something?" I asked in a low, innocent voice. Asher grunted. He tensed up, making it look like his muscles were about to pop (is that even possible?).

"No," he said. "I want you to stay here."

"But...why?" My voice sounded whiny, like a childs voice when their parents would tell them 'no' if they wanted something as well.

"Just stay here!" I winced when he yelled. He groaned. "Just stay....and-and we'll talk later." I winced again. I hate the word 'later'.

Asher's long arms wrapped around my waist. He lifted me up to eye level and he crushed his lips against mine. No matter how hard Asher tries to be gentle, even in kisses, he woud never succeed. I know this is going to sound wrong and mean, but I kind of miss Tristains soft kisses. Though he wants to kill me.

"I'm going now. I'll be back soon." Asher said, setting me down on my feet, but not letting go of my waist just yet. "I expect you to be here when I get back." He kissed the top of my head and then he left. As he closed the door, I heard it lock from the outside, the same with our front door.

I really should have expected this, seriously. This sucks. Speaking of sucking (no pervertedness intended), I should have let Tristain finish me off. 'Cause you know, vampires give the best kisses. I wonder if Finn kisses the same way...

I dragged myself across the room, over to the window and re-arranged one of our chairs to face that window. A familiar car lurked outside of our house and in that car was a familiar face. Soren, great. He waved to me from the front seat and took another drag from his cigarette. Nasty habit. You know what's really weird? I basically see Soren everyday but I don't know much about him. Soren is a mystery to everyone he meets. And he's creepy.

This is going to be a very boring, and depressing, day. I wish Asher hadn't taken my cell phone. I need to call Raine or she'll worry like crazy. She's probably already ripping her hair out. Not to mention I have a crazy vampire stalker who knows my...uh-oh.

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It's about 7:30 pm and Asher still isn't home. All day, I've done nothing but stare out that stupid damn fricken window. Glass agravates me. It makes you feel like you're apart of the outside world, when you're really not, and when you try to go through it, well, it doesn't work out that well. I wonder if this is how people on house arrest feel.

I couldn't stand that feeling. I closed the blinds to the window and grabbed my sketchbook and pencils out from one of my drawers and plopped on my bed. Art has always been some sort of a release for me when I couldn't just go and swing. The last couple of days kept swimming through my mind, and I didn't know what to draw. So, I only drew what I remembered the most out of those two days. I was lost in my mind and my art. It must have taken about 15-20 minutes to draw my picture, but I did it, and it looks so real...

The door thrusted open with a heavy force. Asher and Soren stood in the doorway. I jumped up from my bed, dropiing my pencil and sketchbook to the ground. Soren's face was calm with a hint of amusement, unlike Asher's. Asher wa spissed with a capital P. My cell phine was slipped open in his hand. Shit, I forgot to delete the 18 calls I got from Tristain. Fuck, fuck, fuck...

"Who the fuck is this Tristains Wells?" Asher barked as he stomped his way over to me with Soren following. Asher grabbed a handful of my red hair with one hand, and with the other hand, he shoved my cell phone in my face. "Who the fuck is he?" His voice was venomous. I whimpered in pain.

"S-stop, Asher! Stop!" I sobbed. He flung me to the ground; throwing the phone at me as well. He looked down at my sketchbook which was open and at his feet. he picked it up an dlooked at it.

"Let me guess. This is Tristain right? Oh, he's so handsome. Beautiful, blue eyes, well defined cheekbones, the whole fucking enchilada," he muttered thorugh his teeth. Soren was grinning. "Fucking shit!!" He yelled, throwing the sketchbook at me too.

"I knew you were cheating on me! I fucking knew it! You whore!" And without thinking, Asher pulled me up by my shirt and struck me in the face. I could feel the blood trickle out of my mouth. Soren made himself comfortable on our bed. I tried my best to break free from Asher's hold but nothing would work. He struck me again and the defensive instinct took over me.

I struck back.

Big mistake. Asher's eyes had nearly exploded out of his head. He was gone far beyond being pissed off. Something had taken over him and made him crazy. The devil in the flesh. He still had a good hold on my shirt. He lifted me off my feet and rammed me into our dresser. Pain pulsed through my body. But he wasn't finished.

He beat me for a few minutes. Hitting me, kicking me, punching me, throwing me. My body ached so much; blood was splattered across the floor. I didn't loose a lot of blood, but enough to make me dizzy. With one, final thrust, Asher flung me across the room. I hit the wall that had most of our pictures and memories hanging up. I felt some shards of glass pierce my back and the other pictures frames fell and shattered on me. I hit my head against the wall and everything was going fuzzy. Fading to black.

I heard the window shatter and Asher and Soren and another voice shouting. In a few moments, somebody took me into their arms. I felt the wind in my hair.

 

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Masonvillehour is doing a wonderful thing by making very inspirational videos for the fight to suport MCR. I know you all know about all the bullshit that the Daily Mail is spreading about MCR being an "Emo Death Cult". And unfortunately, the news is spreading fast. MCR is not an "emo death cult" they have saved many fans' lives and hopefulyl they'll keep on doing so. So please, go to the link that I've previded you guys with and share your stories and what not! It's for MCR. They've supported you, and let's support them. Remember:

SPREAD THE WORD!!!

So when in doubt, watch Life On The Murder Scene.

So, I did watch LOTMS and I swear to the Lord above that these guys are the most inspirantial men in the world. Whenever I listen to their music or watch interviews and what not, they always get me thinking about everything and it's also really a kind of release for me as well. But, my whole life I've wanted to do nothing but be an artist and over the years it went from a different kind of artist. First, I wanted to be a "Starving Artist" to a tattoo artist and to Graphic Artist. I've gotten to learn how to do a little bit of each but I started thinking "is this really what I want to do?"

I always judge myself when it comes to my art. I see other peoples art and I always think "Well, I'm never going to be as good as them" and most of the time it made me try harder. But recently I've gotten to like other things like writing and photography (I need a new camera). And now I'm even judging my own writing abilities and what not. Like the new one I'm writing, I keep thinking "Well it's not going so good, I need to do better" and I'm in such a rut and everything to me now seems ro be crashing down. And that's why I watched LOTMS, because they always seem to give me something to hope for and they always seem to make me work harder. And then it hit me, I'm 15 going on 16 and in three years I have to go out into the real world and that really scares me. And unbeknowingstly, I started to set up goals for myself as Brian was talking about when Gee witnessed 9/11. So, my goals for this year are: 1. To take weekend art classes (if there are any) at a local school. 2. To work on my writing and stay after school to possibly join a club (if they have a writing club) 3. To work hard and not to over work myself and ignore the call of the steel (an old addiction is coming back...don't worry, I'm doing my best to focas on something else besides that). 4. Try things that I might like and see if it works out for me.

I'm hoping to figure out things soon. I hate being in this rut.

For some odd reason...I can't leave comments or comment on my own page. I don't know if I can leave notes either but I'll try. But, whenever I try to leave a comment it says "You must varify our email address"...and I do and it says "Please check your email" and I do but I get no email whatso-fricken-ever! Garsh! But until I get things fixed...I'm sorry if I can't reply to you in a hurry, it's not my fault! But I'll buzz away!

Does anyone know how to fix this though? I need help because I LOVE leaving comments!!!

Have to be so mean to people they barely know. I've always been nice to everyone I've met (with the exception of a few who just pissed me off). Apparently some chick that I know that goes to Summer School with my sister has been talking about me for no reason. She said that I was ugly, a fake, a copy cat, a nazi, and a scary MCR obsessed freak. First off, I don't care if she thinks that I'm ugly. She has no room to talk. She can't just judge people bythe way that they look. That's absolutely ludacris. Secondly, how the hell am I fake? I've always and always will be myself. I don't talk about people behind their backs, I'm not plastic. Thirdly, I'm a copy cat? Oh no no...she thinks I'm a copy cat because I dyed my hair pink, She says that I came into school with my hair pink 3 days after she dyed her hair pink. Nope, she came in school 3 days with HER hair pink after I dyed MY hair pink. Then she comes into school the next day after I dye my hair blue with blue hair herself. Then after I talk about possibly getting a Monroe, she comes in with a monroe that she didn't even want! Yeah, I'm such a copy cat... And seriously, I'm a nazi? Is she effing serious? I am not a nazi...I think that SHE'S a fricken nazi from they way she acts! And you know what? I don't care if she called me an MCR obsessed freak....you know why? Because 1. MCR is the best band inthe world and they are my heroes! I am proud to walk around with my MCR merch on me everyday and say that I am a fan. and 2. I am a freak. Get over it. Sheesh...and the funny thing is...I've always been so nice to that bitch. Now, I'm not. I'm just going to ignore her. She's nothing to me but a blip on my radar.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY RAY! YOU ARE SO EFFING AMAZING! ONE OF THE GREATEST GUITARISTS ON THIS PLANET! THANK YOU FOR BEING THERE WHEN I NEEDED YOU! (That goes for the rest of the band too )! I WISH YOU THE HAPPIEST BIRTHDAY EVER BECAUSE YOU DESERVE IT!!!

 

xoxo Brandy a.k.a. Mikey♥

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xoxo Brandy a.k.a. Mikey♥

I left Gray, Raine, and Adalie at the coffee shop. I told them that I was going to go for a walk. Raine, of course, objected to that. I told her it was fine and that I'd be okay. She was going to worry, and I knew that. Maybe I shouldn't have told them about things with Asher. Would I regret that decsion later?

For some odd reason I still felt cold though it was the early summer. Maybe it was the vampires touch, like a disease maybe. I'm not sure, but I still felt the icy coolness against my skin. It has to mean something. Though I was nearly killed by a coven of hungry vampires last night, I wasn't thinking about them. I was thinking about Raine and Asher and basically everything that had happened, besides the vamps. What  would happen if I did move in with Raine? Asher knows where she lives, would he hurt her to get to me? Woud he stalk us? Or would he simply barge in and drag me out by my hair? What effect would this have on Raine? Would it push us together or apart? But what if Asher actually takes this seriously for once? What if he cahnges at the thought of me actually leaving him? It could happen, right? But I know him. He wouldn't change even if his life depended on it. Knowing him, he would tie me down to the bed and never ever let me leave. I was only there to suit him and that was that.

Hmm....maybe this whole thing could go either way. Maybe something could change in him to make him change his ways and actually treat me like his girlfriend and not like a punching bag. Or it could not change a thing about him. Is there a 50/50 chance, or maybe it's more of a 70/30? 90/10? Maybe. Half of me wants to go home and find out and half of me says to screw it and go on back to Raine's house whwere I'm safe. But I knew that Asher, under any circumstance, would try to find me and when he does, well, let's just say that Asher is an a....

My cell phone rang again, well the first 36 times it was off. But it interupted me thinking that Asher is an asshole, which is true because he is. I looked at my caller ID. The name that came across the small screen was "Tristain Wells". Do I answer it? Or do I not?...well. I answered it.

"Hello?" I greeted very carefully. I heard him chuckle on the other end. He could sense the fear in my voice. Ha, I couldn't even sense the fear in my voice. Maybe answering it was a big mistake.

"Don't hang up on me, Fallyn,"he warned before I even thought of the idea of hanging up on him. I did as he said and waited a few short moments for him to talk again. "Are you still there?" His voice still sounded seductive. I nodded and realized that he couldn't hear my head nod on the other end. Silly me.

How something so beautiful be so evil? I thought to myself. Asher popped into my head again.

"Y-yes," I stuttered a bit when I answered him. "I'm here." Idiot, hang up on him!

"Good, good," he answered quickly. I could hear the amusement in his soft voice. He enjoyed my fear, I can tell, and that scares the shit out of me. "So how was coffee with your friends? Their names are Raine, Adalie and Grayson, right? They seem like a nice bunch of friends. They care about you a lot, I see."

The color in my face drained and it made me seem like a ghost in the sun. He knew I was at Starbucks with them. He knew their names. What else does he know about them? Crap...crap...crap....wait. He's a vampire...how does he know about that? It's not like he can be in the sun, can he? I frantically looked around the crowd of people that passed me. Are they vampires? Are they prey? Which one is going to die and which one will kill me? Just keep talking Fallyn, keep talking and try to play it cool.

"You...you know I went to Starbucks with my friends? How?" I almost tripped over a rock as I walked with my cell phone pressed up against my ear. I heard him chuckle again, but it did not come from the other end of the cell phone. It was longer and sounded more devilish than it did the first time he laughed.

"Oh my dear, dear Fallyn. Just because I am a vampire, it does not mean that I can't watch you during the day hours," I freeze in my tracks, and my heart races, my breathing decreases and I can't move. I look around again and I catch a silhouette peeking out from the shadows near an alleyway. It smiled. I could see his gangs. "You look just as desireable as you did last night, my love. I can't wait to taste your blood again."

And I ran, pushing past dozens of men and women who probably thought I was a crazy that just escaped from a mental instituition. What I don't really understand is why Tristain is doing this to me. Why me? What did I do? I'm pretty sure that it isn't just the blood lust. Maybe it has something to do with Finn? No, it's not that. Fricken sadistic vampire.

"Ouch!" I exclaim as I run into a pedestrian(sp?) and fall hard on my ass. Whoever I "bumped" into did not seem fazed by the amout of force that was knocked into them. They didn't fall, whoever it was just stood there and leant a hand out to help me up. I grabbed his hand, a strong, familiar hand, and he pulled me up. "I'm so sorry. i wasn't paying attention. I was...I was just in a hurry to get home and...." Oh crap. "Asher?" Boy does he look pissed.

 

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...Laughing!

OMG! My sister told my mom that when she was little, she saw her and her soon to be ex...well I think you know. And my sister told my mom that she was mortified by that sight, and my mom says "Oh, honey, were we having intercourse?" I almost died laughing! The look on my sisters face was PRICELESS!!!!!

I found the pictures on MCR's website. If you pre-ordered The Black Parade Is Dead and don't know who designed your mask, here's the mask and the creators:

Ray's Mask:

Mikey's Mask:

Gerard's Mask:

Frank's Mask:

Bob's Mask:

(Bob's is the one I got!)

Sorry I haven't written in a few days...some things going on and what not. But I'm writing now haha...lol...sorry if it's crap though...I haven't been tihnking clearly today at all....

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I woke on Raine's couch. I don't remember what really went on last night. Just going to the park and coming here really. The rest feels like I've been in a dream. All I could really remember last night was a pair of beautiful, blue eyes...and a bunch of vampires. Oh yes, the vampires. Tristain and his bunch and Finn and his. Not something I would want to experience again, but something in the pit of my stomach told me that I might simce apparently Tristain tasted my blood and new my name and shit. I would that you lay low for a while or something, Finn had suggested to me. Yeah, I wonder how I'm going to do that. I sighed and buried my head into the pillow.

"You think she's awake?" I heard Raine say to another person. There was a brief silence and then a very familiar voice spoke.

"I don't know, maybe," he said, then paused. "How did you say she got here again?" He now asked Raine. She looked at him quizzically. I could tell because of the long pause with her and the uneasy grunt she gave in response.

"Maybe we should wake her up," another familiar voice suggested. I opened my eyes and sat up, scaring the shit out of my three best friends.

"I was already awake." I smiled. Raine, Adalie, and Grayson were all staring at me, looking more worried than amused in my response. I just realized, I was still covered in cuts and bruises. I leaned back into the couch and stared back at them, desperately wishing that they weren't going to ask me what happened to me. Yeah, I didn't tell them about Asher, but I guess they already suspected him hitting me.

"Come on, toots," Grayson said, taking my hand and pulling me off the couch. "Let's go to Starbucks and get some coffee! Coffee always cheers you up." He said with a warm smile on his face. "But," he added. "How about we get you...cleaned up."

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The local Starbucks wasn't as busy as it would usually be on a Saturday. There had to be about five people there once we entered the coffee shop. Grayson, Adalie and I sat down while Raine went to go get our drinks. Grayson and I have been best friends for about 10 years when I met him in the sixth grade. He was the odd new kid and the odd new kid always made friends with the other odd kids (i.e. Raine and me). When he moved here from New York, the first couple of weeks both Raine and I would try to talk to him and make friends, but he only ignored us. But when the taunting got to him, by the other kids of course, he couldn't keep anything to himself anymore. We became good friends, and he told us everything about what happened. We had no idea why they taunted him, until he told us. He was gay. But that's no reason to make fun of him, he's a good person.

Adalie came into the picture in the 8th grade when she moved here from New Mexico. Adalie was a diva, and still is, when she moved here. She made friends with almost everybody but she was more close to us than to anyone else and that made Gray, Raine, and I wonder why she would choose the "odd kids" rather than the "normal kids". Once we got to know her, we understood why. She's "odd" too, but in the most normal way. She's normally odd, if you can understand that.

I never kept anything from any of my three best friends, well, with on exception. I don't think I should keep it from them, anymore. But it's kind of a hard thing to tell since I've kept it from them for a whole year. I know they're probably going feel betrayed by this, and most likely would want to kill Asher, but what's a girl supposed to do in this poistion?

Raine came back with the four coffee's in her hands. She sat down once she handed them out to us. I looked down at my coffee and began to drink almost instantly. Damn, this coffee is hot. But I could feel more than the hot coffee burn into me; I could feel my friends' stares burn into me. It felt like my flesh was on fire. I can't avoid this conversation any longer. I looked up cautiously at my friends. They averted their eyes almost instantaneously.

"What?" I said in an alomst venomous voice. Gray started fidgeting with his thumbs, waiting for one of the other two to bring up the conversation. Once they didn't, he intervened.

"Okay, well, I don't know how to ask you this but," he paused and leaned forward so no one else would hear. "We want to know what happened to your lip and cheek." I knew what this was going to be brought up, but I still was thown off by the question, or should I say statement. I took a few moments before I answered. And once I did, all of it come out, except the vampires of course.

"I'll kill him!" Raine nearly shouted after I finished. "I will kill him....break his fucking neck and smash his fucking brains out...fucking burn him and bury him..." she babbled.

"No, it's okay, Raine, really..." I said to calm her down. "I'm alright, see. I'm fine."

"No, you're not. You're covered in bruises and cuts and you have to live with that mother fucker who's fuckig beating down on you....you know, I've decided," Raine said with a burst of energy and rage mixed together. "You're not going home, you're staying with me."

"What?" I said in some sort of confusion. She huffed an angry breath and stared at me without blinking.

"You're not going home you're staying with me." she repeated. I glared at her, apalled.

"But what about my stuff...my clothes....iPod...laptop..."

Adalie sighed and took a sip of her coffee, shaking her head in a shameful way. She flicked her long, black hair behind her shoulder and stared at me seriously too. Suddenly, I felt uncomfortable with them. I knew I wasn't going to win this arguement.

"Fine, I said after a few minutes of the awkward, angry silence. "I'll stay with you. So, can we now change the subject? I don't want to talk about it anymore."

Raine smiled and nodded her head in a yes notion. But I didn't know how to change the subject or what to change it to. I kept swigging my coffee every few minutes and the silence grew longer and more awkward. I knew that by the look on Gray's face, he wanted to know something else. I started to chuckle a bit. He looked funny and a little contorted in the face. Adalie started texting on her cell and Raine was staring off into nowhere. I almost forgot about my cell phone, I wonder how many messages Asher left me.

My cell phone turned on with a loud little jingle. The first thing that popped up on the screen was how many voice messages that I've recieved. I got 36, most likely from you know who. I listened to them, to Asher's yelling and screaming and threatening and 18 messages later, the voice changed. I couldn't tell who it was, but it was a mans voice. The messages that the man left were a mix of threatening and of telling me that he wanted me. I couldn't tell who he was and after I finished listening to the messages, I checked my recieved calls to see if I knew the number or if it left his name. Tristain Wells, it read for 18 calls after Ashers. Do I know a...oh my God.

"Tristain," I whispered aloud in fear. He knew my name, my number. What if he knows I'm here?

 

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Sorry if it's shitty.....

I was making a sucky masquerade mask and I was gluing feathers to it and there was gliiter and glue and glitter glue and somehow everything got in my eye, except the feather, that got in my mouth, but it sucks cuz now my eyelashes are stuck togther and the glitter hurted my eye. Damn, I fail.

Warning: Creepy vampire perverted-ness (yumm)
Dedicated to my bestest brother/friend Deanna! Thank you soo much for giving me your extra The Black Parade Is Dead! I'm soo happy!! Thank you so much hun! I love you!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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A salty/coppery flavor filled my mouth and slivered down my throat. I gasped out in surprise as I realized that my mouth was bleeding again. It's been doing that all day. Suddenly, a new hate for Asher rushed thorugh my body. Somehow I knew that these vampires were going to kill me. That my blood was going to nourish them and I was going to die. I shivered at that thought; Tristain smiled.

Slowly, Tristain leaned in toward my face, licking the blood that was dripping down my chin. I tried to get away, but his hold on me was strong; I couldn't move. He started to kiss me, letting my blood flow into his mouth with each kiss. His kisses though, unlike Asher's, were delicate and gentle. I felt violated by this vampire, but he has done it in the most sensual way. He started moving down to my neck, trying to find the perfect spot to bite me and steal my blood. The other two vampires watched in envy. Envy because he tasted my blood and they probably won't be able too. I'm guessing that Tristain is the leader of this little coven.

He freed one of his hands off of my waist. It crept up to my neck. He had stopped kissing me by then, and his hands stopped on my throat. his hold on my throat became permanent. My eyes grew wide and a short, whimpering sound came out of me. Tristain looked at me with a warm, devious smile sprawled across his angelic face. With his other hand, he stroked my fiery red hair back behind my shoulder, then he traced my cheekbone with the tip of his icy index finger. His touch was freezing cold and I started to shiver almost immediately.

"Don't worry," he said in a very mollifying voice. "This will only hurt a bit." HIs face inched toward my neck again; his cold, delicious breath against my neck...again.

"Tristain," an unfamiliar, taunting voice sang from the shadows. Tristain stopped in his tracks, his lips brushed my neck. He chuckled. "You're on our turf, Tristain," the voice kept taunting. "Leave, and leave that girl alone."

"Ah, Finn," Tristain responded to the voice called Finn. "Oh, come on out now. Show yourself," he said, now laughing. "Well, if you want to save this beautiful woman you better..." Tristain was cut off by a silhouette stepping out of the shadows, as did four others behind him. There were, in all, three men and two women. But one was ahead of the rest, and I'm guessing he was Finn. Finn was extremely tall, with long, black hair. His eyes were as blue as the ocean as his skin was a pale white. He was slender but also extremely muscular. It's safe to say that out of the nine of us, he was the most beautiful.

"Eh, she's okay," Finn said in a deep, sarcastic tone. He glared at Tristain and the only emotion I could read on his face was hatred toward the three vampires. "Just let her go. Seriously, she doesn't smell that appetizing."

"But she tastes delicious," Tristain sassed. "Do you want a taste? Oh, that's right, I forgot. You don't drink human blood, you like animal blood." Finn scowled and a low growl bellowed from within his musculine chest.

"Obviously my tastes are better than yours," Finn hissed. "But seriously, you better take you and your little fledglings and tun off."

The blue eyed vampire started to pace back and forth, focusing his eyes on Tristain, calculating an attack if needed. Unexpectedly, a grin grew on Finn's face. His fangs sparkled in the moonlight.

"You want to fight, don't you?" Finn finally said. Tristain smiled and nodded once. "Alright, how 'bout this? If we win, you let the girl go and get your asses off our turf." My eyes shifted to Tristain, who was looking at me with deciding eyes.

"Fine, but if we win, we getthe girl and your turf." He breathed. He licked my mouth again, savioring thr taste of my blood in his mouth. Finn nodded, smiling, and suddenly disappeared, leaving me and the three vampires baffled. The four that followed Finn out of the shadows did not seem fazed by his vanishing.

I felt another hand, not one that belonged to Tristain, grip my elbow and with a forceful tug, pulled me away from Tristain. That hand had belonged to Finn. He pushed me behind him, protecting me from the three ravenous vampires that desired my blood to warm their skin and pulse through their veins.

"Now," Finn said with a cunning voice. "I don't really feel like fighting tonight. I'm not in the best of moods," He paused and shrugged. "Well, we could fight but then you'll most likely end up like Adelaide. And I know you wouldn't like that very much." he sighed. "And I also have the girl, anyways." Finn stated, jerking his thumb towards me.

Tristain raised his eyebrow and motioned for Lilth and Kieran to leave. And within moments, the two were gone. I peeked over Finn's shoulder,which was not easy by the way, and I found that tristain was staring right at me. He's creepy. His eyes flickered to Finn and he said, "This isn't over. I still want a fight." He looked at me again. "Same deal. Oh, and her name is Fallyn." He was gone with the blink of an eye.

Finn turned around and stared at me with a questioning look. He looked me up and down and he rolled his ocean blue eyes. He said, "Seriously, next time you decide to come to the park after dark dressed like that," Finn scorned. "Don't."

"What?!" I scowled, crossing my arms scross my chest. He snickered.

"Anyways," he continued, ignoring my short question. "I would suggest that you lay low for awhile or somehting," I fliched when he suggested that. My mind thought back to a few moments earlier when Tristain was still here. 'And her name is Fallyn' he said. How does he know my name? I looked back up at Finn who seemed to be impatient with me being in thought. "He tasted your blood," Finn sighed a very aggitated sigh. "He knows your name and everything."

"Oh, well that's just great." I guess this is the only time I would regret going to swing. I should have went straight to Raine's house. Feeling free isn't worth dying over, even if Tristain is a good kisser. I felt a warm liquid trickle down my chin again. My lip was bleeding yet again. I wiped the blood off my chin with the back of my hand.

"You got that while you were making out with Tristain, right? Those damn, attractive vampires." He said asked in a sarcastic tone.

"No." I replied to his sarcasm. The four others stepped into the light behind Finn. All four were just as beautiful as Finn, Tristain, Lilith and Kieran. They kind of made me feel average. I studied their features three times over. I didn't want to forget them because knowing me, I'll probably think this was all dream when I wake tomorrow. My eyes fell upon Finn again, he was staring at me as well. It looked like as if he were studying me as if he were...interested in me...in a way.

"So," he said, breaking the three minute silence. "Are you going to say 'Thank You' or are you going to keep staring at my icredible beauty." He smirked; I grimaced.

"Thank you," I said, trying to sound as sincere as I possibly could. "And just for the record, I wasn't staring at your beauty. I was just..."

"Trying to see through me with your super cool x-ray vision?" He cut me off. One of the male vampires behind him giggled at Finn's remark. Another vampire, a female one, nudged him in the ribs and he stopped giggling almost immediately.

"I was just studying you." A slight smile crawled across my face. I couldn't help myself. Finn tilted his head to the right in confusion. Ha, I win. "But still, thank you for saving little pathetic me. But I think it's time for me to go home. " I mean to go Raine's house, I corrected in my head.

"But don't you wanna stick around and make out with more vampires?" I glared at him, the smirk vanished off my face. he sighed. "Fine. Sade," he beckoned to one of the vampires. "Why don't you taek her home. Tristain will probably waiting for her." Sade nodded. She approached me with the utmost elegence in her step. Sade was a tall vampire. She was a sickly white color with platinum blonde, short hair. Her eyes were ice blue and she looked as smoothe as marble. Sade took my hand and we starting walking towards the parking lot. How does she know my car is there? I felt as if I were five again, and Sade was like my mother, leading me somewhere safe. Except, my mothers touch was warm and soft, Sade's was cold and hard.

As wel walked on, I looked back behind me to see if any of the remaining vampires were still there. I saw nothing, nothing but a silhouette in the moonlight with ocean blue eyes. I turned back around and smiled to myself. My heart fluttered.

 

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Okay, so on Saturday, I went to Deanna's house to watch The Black Parade Is Dead!, which was friggin' awesome. But she called me yesterday and she was like "Guess what?" And I was like "What?" and She said "I got The Black Parade Is Dead!" I was really confused and said "yeah, I watched it with you like two days ago" and she was like "No, I got another one." Apparently what happened was that the first time when she pre-ordered it, she thought it didn't go through, so she ordered it again. She thought she only got one order but then she got the other one yesterday. And the really weird thing is, is that she used to her moms name for the mailing thingy, but on the box or whatever it said "Deanna"...she was really spooked and she was like "It's like they know..."

It was so funny. But apparently she's going to send it back, but I was like "I don't have it yet, why not give it to me?" and she's like "But I would fell bad"...so yeah, I understand. Apparently, though, TBPID knows her name and that excited/spooked her....lol

"I don't know why we're here," Ville remarked as we passed through the doors to the police station where William was being kept. I had asked Ville before why William didn't leave the scene when the cops came. He told me that if a Reaper commits a crime to a person who is not on the death list, that they have to go through the human legal system and if they are found guilty they'll be stripped of their powers and face time in jail. It's kind of weird and not that much of a punishment if you ask me. But I guess that's okay. It's what you would expect if a human commited the crime.

"I saw Sofia with William in the fricken car," I answered back with acidity drenched in my voice. "I want answers, Ville. I need answers." He only sighed as we continued through the corridor of the station. We had called ahead of time to ask permission to talk to William. They sounded a little drawn back on the phone by our request to see him, but they said 'yes' after a few moments of deliberating. I guess no one really asks to speak to the people who try to kill them.

Ville and I approached the detectives who were waiting in the hallway, outside the door where William was kept, for us. We met them at the crime scene early today. We gave them our statements and what not and had Gerard drop us off here after we had called them to come here.

"Alright," Detective Johnson said as we approached the two. "He's in here. Now, we don't usually do this, but he's not talking. And we thought that maybe you guys might get him to talk since he tried to run you both over," he paused. "We;ll be watching through the mirror in the room if you need anything. Just be careful." Ville and I nodded as we opened the door and entered the room.

The room was called the Interrogation Room. It was white-ish gray color with a table in the middle and chairs. The mirror in the room acted as a window to let the detectives to watch  the suspect as they're getting interogated. William sat at the table with a grin on his face. He looked particularly devious with that grin of his. And trust me when I tell you this, it kind of scared me.

"Well, well, well," he said as Ville and I took a seat across from him at the table. William did not look drunk, or high, but he looked very psychotic in a supernatural sense. His eyes were carefully bulged out of his head, his hair was messy in a neat sense and he looked a little pissed as well. "I know why you're here." he stated calmly.

"Oh?" I said with a hint of sarcasm hidden in there. He chuckled a bit and leaned back into his chair.

"You want to know about Sofia and why she was there, am I right?" He asked. I nodded my head, he smiled. "You don't remember, do you?" he asked as if he had stumbled upon something in his head. I raised my eyebrows in confusion and looked up towards Ville. Ville's jaw was clentched and his eyes were in a cold stare at William. "He knows." William added in a soft tone.

"Ville?" I squeaked, starting to feel the intensity of emotion in the room. "W-what is he talking about?" Ville sighed and his eyes were on me again. They were filled with sorrow and regret. "Ville, what is it?"

"Before we went back four years, I took you to the Elders to undo your suicide. Remember?" I nodded and he proceeded. "William was one of my close friends as a Reaper, he knew everything about me before I even knew it. He knew what time to send us back too, but apparently he sent us back to far. Anyway, he had made a stop before he came to the white room where Prudence, Aros, Lucian, and you and I were," Ville paused to gather his thoughts. He unclentched his jaw and rubbed his temples as if he had a headache that he was trying to relieve. "He stopped by Bam's house and got Sofia."

"What?!" I said, raising my voice in anger. Ville shushed me to calm me down.

"They came to the white room as we were getting ready to go back. Before we left, Sofia and William were talking in private, I couldn't understand a word they said. But by the way he looked at you..." Anger took over his face. Ville took a few moments to calm himself down again. "It hadn't taken me that long to realize that he sent us back four years, so that we would never meet and fall in love."

"But it didn't work out the way I had planned," William said, cutting into the conversation. "You and Ville did meet and you fell in love almost instantly. When I gave you that note that warned you about todays events, I hadn't really expected you to take it seriously. But when I came back for it that night, I felt as if I couldn't leave without giving you the pictures. I knew you would find the one with Chris and I in it and I knew that Sofia would get 'fed up' with everything and decide to leave you and the situation.

But I hadn't expected Sofia to change her mind and want to go back to you. She knew everything that Chris and I were planning. She had her own hand in the untimely events that took place. Chris and I knew that she would, at some point, feel guilty and tell you everything. So Chris and I decided if that she would do so, we would kill her. The blood you saw on the sidewalk that night was Sofia's. Chris had attacked her and before you could see anything, they left and came straight to me. Sofia and I had made another agreement. She would die, yes, but I would not let her move on into the Afterlife, but to keep her here and watch the events unfold. Little did I know that she would be helping you in our dreams. I found that out a little too late. That's why she was with me tonight. I made her watch what would happen. But I didn't know that you would push Ville out of the way and I also didn't know that Lyn-Z would save you either."

"So, you're telling me that you wanted to kill Ville and Sofia had helped with trying to but she felt bad and Chris killed her but she remained a ghost and helped me in my dreams so that Ville and I wouldn't be serperated. Then, you basically kidnap Sofia and make her watch his demise but unbeknownistly I saved Ville and Ville saved me. Am I right?" William nodded with I smiled. "But I still don't get it, why would you want Ville dead and out of my life? What's in it for you?"

"You," William said, flashing his teeth in a now pleasant smile. He leaned forward, smile still in place. "I wanted you. And Sofia knew that. When Ville took you to the Elders and I to reverse your suicide, I bribbed Sofia. I told her that I could introduce her to Chris Corner and make him fall in love with her. That night when Ville attacked him, she realized that he was a Reaper as well. She didn't know that before."

"She was willing to destroy my love for her own." I said in a drull voice. I don't understand. I thought she was my friend. And how could William love me? I didn't even know him before we got sent back.

"Brandy," Ville said, taking my hand in his. "Don't put the blame on Sofia. William tricked her. She may have betrayed you, but at least she tried to revoke herslef and her decisions."

"I know. I just don't understand a few things." I said, turning my attention to Ville and then back to William. "I need to ask you something. I need to know...how would you love me if I hadn't met you before, well, this situation?" William's smile turned into a hard line on his face. He looked quizzically at me and sighed.

"You don't remember," He frowned. He leaned back again, crossing his arms over his chest. "A week before you met Ville in the park, I met you at a concert at the Liacouras Center. My Chemical Romance was playing there and you were there to support your friends. I was there to Reap a fan who had problems with his liver. But I saw you with your hair down and wavy, your blue eyes gleaming from the bright lights. The way you walked and moved. You mesmorised me and I wanted you. I talked to you that night, but I guess it didn't really quite faze you the way I wanted it to," he looked at the mirror, still frowning. I almost forgot about the two detectives watching us from behind it. I bet they think we're on drugs or something. "I guess now that you and Ville were meant to be together. No matter what I did, you two always found each other and fell in love." I smiled and looked at Ville who had a smile on his face too.

"I need to ask you one more question," I said. William rolled his eyes and nodded for me to continue. "Where is Sofia now?"

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Ville and I had left the station in kind of a satisfactory way. We found out all that we needed to know and hopefully it's over forever. But, I need to do one more thing before I carry on with my life with my husband.

We walked our way to the park where Ville and I first met. Memories flowed through my mind. It made my heart light and the weight on my shoulders seemed to have disappeared. Ville's arm was wrapped around my waist and my head rested on his shoulder as we walked in silence. Though I was still in my nightgown, it felt as if it were that one particular moment were we met and my heart fluttered in my chest. I was happy, truly happy with this specific outcome. It's better than the alternative.

"There she is," I whispered to Ville. He let go of me as I made my way to a bench near a big oak tree. Sofia was sitting there with her arms outstretched on both sides of the bench and her legs stretched out before her. She smiled as I sat down next to her. "I'm going to miss you." I said to her, feeling tears floating in my eyes.

"I'm going to miss you too." Her voice was a soft angelic voice. It was filled with love and caring. It's hard to believe that she's gone now, though she's sitting right next to me. "I'm sorry for what I did, Brandy. I wasn't thinking. I was thinking about you or the outcome of everything. I'm sorry."

"Don't be," I sighed but with a small grin on my face. "I understand completely," I chuckled a bit, gleaning towards Ville who was sitting on a swing, watching us.

"It's really hard for me to find something to say to you," she said with sadness in her voice. "I keep expecting that I would be seeing you tomorrow and talking about whatever we could think of."

"I know, but I guess we don't have to say anything really. Not to be rude, but you're dead." Sofia laughed and nodded in agreement. "You have to go on into your afterlife, Sof. I don't want you to be stuck on this plain or whatever. You know how that is."

"I know," she looked down at her feet and sighed. "Is this goodbye then?" she added, rasing her head.

"No. It's a 'I'll see you later' thing." Sofia hugged me, not wanting to let go. Neither did I, but I did. She had something in her hand and outstretched it toward me.

"I have something for you." In her hand, she held out a silver heartagram necklace. I gasped and she put it on me there was an engravement on the back but I hadn't read it yet.

"I'll always remember you," I sobbed.

"Stop, you're going to make me cry," she sniffled. "Remember, it's not goodbye. It's a 'I'll see you later' thing." She said, quoting me. She stoof up and kissed me on the cheek. "I'll see you later. I love you."

"I love you too." I whispered to her as she left. I watched her fade away as she walked away from me. Ville walked over to me then, rubbing my back as I cried with sadness as reality sunk in. Sofia is gone. I won't see her tomorrow or the next unless I look at a photo or dream of her. But I won't hug her until I die. I started to play with the necklace, remembering the engravement.

"Drunk on shadows and lost in life, Killing ourselves a kiss at a time. Devils dance as angels smile. Drunk on shadows and lost in life."

"Are you okay, sweetheart?" Ville asked me. I smiled and looked up at him, wiping the tears from my face. I nodded and said,

"Yes, I'm okay," I looked back down at the necklace and then back at Ville. "Let's go home."

 

The End.

I hope you enjoyed "Love Reaper". I will be posting more of "Blood Drunk On Love" and I hope you enjoy that as much as you guys did with this. Thank you guys for reading. I love you all very very much :)

xoxo Brandy a.ka.. Mikey♥

No, not Gerard Way, my Gerard, as in Deanna. Well, she pre-ordered TBPID, and I didn't (my mom said no) and she was like "You wanna come over my house and watch it?" You all know what my answer was. Well, I went over her house and we went to her room and watched the first 10 minutes without getting hungry or thirsty, but then we had to pause it because we got hungry and thirsty, lol, so we went downstairs and got Twizzlers, Starbursts, pretzels and soda's.

Now, knowing me, I started to dance, sing, and jump throughout the whole DVD...oh and I was basially screaming the lyrics, not singing them. But, when House of Wolves (I think it was this song) started, I took a twizzler (which I named William Jr. {inside joke}) broke it in half and started to dance with it....that was interesting, especically when Deanna was staring at me like I was effing crazy. But whatever.

And Deanna and I, being the crazy people that we are, paused it like so many times just to see the faces that Gerard would make, or puase it whenever Gee was dancing. And, we would rewind it 10 times at The Maxwell show becuz in Mama, when gee was singing Liza's part, his voice cracked and it sounded just way to adorable so we rewinded it a lot. Yes, we had those kind of Fangirl moments....

And then, we wanted to watch the making of Ghost Of You, so we put in LOTMS, and we basically did the same thing with that as we did with TBPID....we paused like every 5 seconds to freeze just the most random parts....it was funny, in a way....and then we did an MCR trivia thingy mo-bobber and I knew most of the questions, but some of them that the people put together was kinda wrong....lol...put we had fun....yeah....oh, and i had like 20 twizzlers, 19 out of the 20 of them we named William Beckett or William Jr, and only one of them was named Sisky Biz....lol

I think this may concern basically everybody on Buzznet, even the guests who don't have any profiles and what not. Now, for the past couple of months, people have been leaving me nasty comments on pictures I posted or have left pornographic notes. The notes, I have been forced to delete because it is not suitable for a girl my age to be looking at and I think that the people who leave those notes should take that into consideration.

I don't mind the "Thanks For The Add" pictures like this:

That I am okay with but when it is a real woman or man revealing themselves I do not like. Recently, I had a note where it was a video of a woman stripping and what not and that was something that should not be put on a kids page. I'm only 15 going on 16, and kids my age and younger do not need to see those kind of notes on their page.

And also, I've recently have gotten comments on a few pictures I have made that really did not need to be made. I can take constructive critisism, but please do not leave comments such as "Fuckin' horrible edit"...if you do not like what I post, either leave it be or state your comment in a nice manner. Writing things like that is not what people need. I know I haven't been an angel when it comes to certain things people wrote or posted, but I have learned that you should be polite to the people because you really do not know how they are like in real life.

Please take everyone on here into consideration when you leave comments or leave notes that may not be suitable. Think about what you're going to say before your type it and if you're saying "Thanks For The Add" on someones page, please check their age before you leave the little graphic on their page. And don't post porno videos on anybodys page. I know most of you don't do that, but this is for the people that do.

Thank you for reading and I hope you take what I say into consideration.

 

xoxo Brandy a.k.a. Mikey♥

Yeah, this is the story that had no name but now has a name so yeah...I thought I would post this chapter cuz I'm still in the middle of working on chapter 61 of "Love Reaper"...so enjoy kiddies lol

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Chapter 2

Going to work wasn't as hard as I expected it to be, especially with a very noticeable cut on my lip. I tried my best to avoid my co-workers and for the most part, it worked. However, I did have a few "Oh my god, what happened?" but my cover story was already established and ready to be told when people asked. "Oh, I slipped and cracked my lip on the floor. It's no big deal." I told everybody who asked, and I think it worked too. Maybe I should be an actrees instead of a graphic artist.

Other than those little things, the day was a breeze and boy did time fly. Before I knew it, it was six o'clock and it was time for me to go home, which I dreaded. When I stepped outside, it was still light out and it was about another good half hour before the sun drifted behind the horizon and the moon would re-appear. As I was walking to my car, I had this aching feeling in the pit of my stomach. I felt as if going home was going to be a big mistake.

I had decided to go to the park for a little while and then spend the night at Raine's house. Asher will probably get pissed and have a total fit, but I just need some time away, even if it's only for a night.

The park hadn't changed much since I was a kid. They still had the same swings, slides, and sandboxes that Raine and I would play on as kids. The only thing that has really changed is the kids who hung out here. Sure, when I was a kid there was bullies and such but the kids now seem a whole lot worse than the kids from ym childhood. There's more fights, more grafetti, and way more dangerous gangs. I never stay past sundown, unless I wanted to get raped, which I don't.

But thoughts kept distracting me as I swung on the swing. Thoughts about Asher and work and friends. Just thoughts that I have been too busy to think lately. One of them was about this morning and last night. When I came home last night, I remember Asher sitting on the couch with no shirt on and a beer in his hand, He was staring at the clock.

"Where were you?" He demanded as I walked through the door. His face was contorted in anger  as he looked at me and the veins in his neck popped out. I gulped and hung my coat on the coat rack.

"There was a crash," I said in a slightly shaky voice.  "I had to detour." Asher could tell by my voice that I was nervous. He took it for something else, but, the truth is, is that I knew he was going to find an excuse to punch me.

"You're cheating on me, aren't you?" Asher yelled from across the room. he's drunk and he's angry, not a good combination. I flinched and shook my head no. He jumped up from the couch and stomped his way over to me. I stepped back from him with each step that he took. He stopped about an inch away from my quivering body. His nostrils flared, face red, hands balled into fists. All signs pointing to a physical takedown. I panicked and wanted to scream but a low choking sound came out of my mouth instead.

"You lying, dirty bitch!" He screamed as his right hand collided with my left cheek. His punch sent me backward, slamming into the wall behind me.

"Asher stop!" I cried, holding my cheek. It hurt like hell. "I didn't do anything! I promise I didn't!"

"Stop lying!" he yelled again, springing himself on me, punching me in the face and in the stomach. It took me a few moments to finally kick him off of me and then I ran into the bathroom and locked the door behind me so Asher didn't get in.

He was banging on the door and wiggling the knob and barking for me to let him in. I tried to ignore him as best as I could. I tasted a coppery, salty flavor in my mouth and I realized that he had split my lip. I grabbed a bunch of tiolet paper to clean the blood off my mouth. The reflection in the mirror showed me that a bruise was forming on my face. Sometimes I wish I knew what would set Asher off so I would be better set against it and not get hurt. But most of the times, I wish a had enough strength to leave him. But that would be a hard thing to do.

My cellphone rang, waking me from a coma of thoughts. Asher wad calling, probably furious with me. I turned my phone off and realized that it was dark now. I looked around. All i could see was the dark silhouettes of trees and playground equipment. No sign of any trouble, yet. Time to go.

I hopped off the swing and started to head to the parking lot for my car. The only noises I could hear was crickets and the sound of my heels echoing against the sidewalk. But I had this feeling in my gut that someone was behind me. My pace quickened, not to a really fast pace, I don't want to fall, but to a fast and steady pace. I started to silently sing to myself to calm myself down.

"Someone get me to the doctor and someone call the nurse," I silently sang to myself. "And someone buy me roses and someone burned the church. We're hanging out with corpses and..."

"And what?" I heard a voice from in front of me say. It was a mans voice, he sounded young. A teenager maybe or a young adult like I was. I couldn't really see him, but I heard him chuckle and I felt his arm around my waist, crushing me against him. The street lights suddenly flashed on and I could see him clearly now. But it wasn't just him, there were two others. Another man and a woman.

The man who grabbed me was a very beautiful man, in fact, they were all beautiful. He had bright green eyes, pale skin, muscles, and a very unique bone structure. His hair was black and slicked back. He was wearing a white, short sleeve button down shirt with long, dark pants and boots. The other man had hazel eyes with pale olive colored skin. He was more slender than muscular but he looked strong and his face was square. He wore the same as the other man except for the jeans and sneakers. The woman was very beautiful. Her eyes were the color of lavendar and her skin looked as smoothe as marble. I was quite jealous of her beauty.

But the one thing that threw me off about the three strangers was their smiles. Their teeth was like a vampires teeth, fangs. I did not like that one bit. The panic rose in me again and I was frozen in fear.

"Tristain, leave her alone," the woman said. "She's nothing but a weak, beaten mortal." Tristain chuckled and sniffed the air.

"But don't you smell that glorious scent? Kieran? Lilith? Don't you smell it?" He smelled the air again and licked his lips.

"What is that delicious fragrance?" Kieran, the othe male, said in hunger.

Lilith smiled, showing her fangs more thoroughly this time. My eyes grew wide in panic. "Her blood," she practically drooled.

 

to be continued...

So this is what I did for at least 2 hours:

 

The names of the characters...or most characters...in my next story. And thank you lovelies who gave me your input as well :)

Main character: Fallyn

Fallyn's Best Friend: Raine

Vampire: Finn

Vampire friend 1 (who's a chick): Trinity

Vampire friend 2 (who's a dude): Theodoric

Vampire friend 3 (chick): Sade

Vampire friend 4 (dude): Euric

Fallyn's boyfriend: Asher

Asher's best friend: Soren

Fallyn's girl friend: Adalie

Fallyn's guy friend: Grayson

 

I've already come up with a title to the story as well and I've already posted the first chapter and the next one is on it's way after I finish "Love Reaper"...

 

xoxo Brandy a.k.a. Mikey♥

ooohhh two in one day!....sadly "Love Reaper" is nearing it's end...but I have another story on the way and you guys read the first chapter already and I do now have a title for it and I'm working on the second chapter as we speak...or type...but enjoy this chapter!

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Everything seemed to go slower as I stared at the headlights coming toward me. I couldn't move, just like Ville couldn't. It was like there was something just keeping me there, like I was crazy glued to the ground. I tried to look past the blinding lights and into the car without much success. All I saw was a cunning smile of a man. My life flashed before my eyes...no I'm just kidding...but I could seriously feel it deteriorating (sp?) with every inch that the car moved. Voices that surrounded me seemed to go slow-mo, like in the movies or in those stupid shows that try to keep the suspense. Ville was screaming and people started to come out of nowhere.

And as the car was about a foot away from my torso, a body slammed into mine, knocking me out of the way and onto the ground. I was cinfused. I was sure I was going to die. The body that was on mine now was that of a womans. She got up and the car came to a screeching hault. It sounded as if the driver was cursing a blue streak. I looked up, and a familar woman stood before me, offering me her hand.

"Lyn-Z?" I flushed. Dude, she just saved my life. "What are you doing here?"

"I was visiting." she smiled. I grabbed her hand. It was soft, and strong and she didn't seem to have a problem with pulling me off my ass.

"Thank you." I said, almost in tears when I was on my feet again. I couldn't help but surprise her with a hug. She only laughed when I let go.

"No problem." she smiled as I released her from my grip.

"Brandy!" Ville gasped from behind me. I ran into his arms, nearly crushing him in a bear hug. My goal was not to let go of him. "You saved me." he breathed into my ear. I only smiled and kissed him in response.

It only took about a minute and a hlaf before the cops came. One of the pedestrians (sp?) who witnessed what happened called the police, stating that there was an attempted hit and run. The driver was still parked in the middle of the street and in his car. He seemed to be drunk, but what do I know, he was still in the car when the police arrived.

They pulled him out without any hesistation. I gasped as I saw who it was driving the car. William. He was smiling at me when the cops but the cuffs on him. I looked up at Ville who seemed to be just as confused as I was. Are the Reapers still trying to Ville back? But William warned me. I don't understand.

"Brandy," Ville said in my ear. "There's a...passenger." I gleaned at Ville once again, then back at the car. Ville was right, there was a passenger. But I couldn't see who they were. It didn't seem like the cops were going to arrest the person, just talk to them. But aren't they supposed to arrest them? The cop and the passenger walked around the car. It was a woman, but I couldn't see her face clearly. All I could tell from her features was that she was short, she had blonde hair with brown underneath, and she wore...black Doc Martens with red lacing.

"Oh my God!" I gasped, grasping Ville tighter.

"What?" he asked me in a panicked voice.

"She....she...that woman is Sofia!"

 

to be continued....

Ville had left to go meet with the bands agent around 6:30, it was nearing 1:30 am right now and he's still not back. Sometimes I still worry where he is and if he's alone and if he's hurt, but most of all, if they got him again. It's hard to even think about that without worrying or coming close to tears considering what we had to go through a few years ago with the Elders and all. I still wonder, though, why we were sent back four years. I wish I had asked William on the train on mine and Ville's wedding day or before he advanced on Ville on our wedding night. I guess I'll never know.

I was in bed, reading a book about Elizabeth Bathory. She's the woman who murdered 600 beautiful peasant girls for their blood. She believed that drinking their blood, bathing in their blood, and using their blood as skin cream would keep her young and beautiful. Boy was she wrong. Historians claimed her to be a medieval vampire. Well, I guess they're right considering she drank peoples blood and stuff, but I think she was just a psychopath who was obsessed with how she looked.

"Huh," I half laughed, half choked as I was nearing the end of the book. "Why would they lock her in a tower?" I said to myself. "That's really asinine. Why didn't they just send her to the guillotine?" I placed the book marker in the page that I wanted to leave off at and set the on the nighttable on my side of the bed.

The front door opened and closed and heavy footsteps made their way down the hallway to our bedroom door. Ville came in with a tired look on his face. Not to mention he did look a little perturbed. But he smiled when he saw me awake. Maybe he was trying to hide the fact that he was angry?

"How did it go?" I finally asked in a mollifying tone. Ville sighed, taking off his shoes and slowly crawling into bed. "What's wrong?" I asked him worryingly.

"Well, I have to on tour again." his answer was succinct. I looked at him with a nebulous expression on my face. I thought he liked touring? "Look," he said, reading my facial expression. "I do like touring ...it's just....you can't come this time."

"Oh," I said with a sad voice. "Why not?"

"Remember what happened a year and a half ago? When you got really sick from touring for so long?" he questioned qith a certain temerity in his voice. I nodded my head 'yes' and he sighed. "That's why. I don't want you to get sick again."

"How long will you be gone?" My voice sounded dead, dull. And he just looked at me, calculating the months we would be apart.

"I don't know, about 6 months?" he said. He went into thought again. "Yeah, 6 months." He corrobarated.

"Can I just go for a little while?" I pleaded. He glared at me for a moment, he looked irritated.

"No," he said. "Can we talk about this in the morning?" he added before I could say anything back. He turned the lamp off with a smug look forming on his face. I gleaned him, reaching over and turning the lamp back on.

"No, we can talk about his now and technically, it is tomorrow. So there."

"You know what, I'm going for a walk." He said as he got out of bed. He pulled his shoes back on and he grabbed his coat which had fallen on the floor. "I'll be back soon." Before he walked out the door, he gave me a quick kiss and then left.

I glanced at the calender that was right next to the door. 'April 2nd, 2008' it read. I sighed and slumped back into bed. April 2nd? Why do I remember this date? Then it came to me. The note that William had left for me after Ville told me that he was still a Reaper.

"Don't lose this, keep this close. Don't get it wet, don't get it burned. Don't smear this, smudge this, or have anything happen to this. Just remember this date: April 2nd, 2008 1:48am. Something is going to happen on that date."

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Ville was walking along one of the main roads, talking to himself in Finnish. The road seemed empty though it was brightly lit by streetlights and the pavement was empty. Ville was used to seeing busy roads and hearing about car accidents. But now it seemed errily peaceful to him, and he liked it.

"Taytya mina jatlaa han ajaa? *sigh* Tama ko thyma. Konjakki taytya ajaa lla me. Mina rakastaa han. Millainen jos han saadas kohtalokas, vaikka?" (Translation: 'Should I let her go? *sigh* This is stupid. Brandy should go with me. I love her. What if she gets ill, though?')

Ville started to cross the street without looking both ways. He was about in the middle of the street when he noticed that the pavement was getting lighter in color. He heard a speeding car coming his way. He couldn't move, it was like his feet were stuck to the ground. He panicked, trying to run but he couldn't. The car was getting closer and closer with more and more rage in the driving.

"Ville!" I screamed as I was running up the street. "Ville, look out!" But he couldn't move and the car wouldn't stop. I raced out into the road, screaming at the top of my lungs for Ville to move and for the driver to stop. But the driver wouldn't. I ran and pushed Ville out of the way. He landed on his butt, still looking panicked. I realized then that I was standing where Ville was standing, and the car still wouldn't stop.

 

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01. So you walk into your old high school and the first thing you think is:
Blood- My Chemical Romance (buwhahahahaha)

02. Your significant other is:
Burn It Down- Avenged Sevenfold (okay...pyro much?)

03. At the moment your life is:
Ladies And Gentlemen, My Brother The Failure- Thursday  (I don't know...kinda sorta)

04. At the moment You are:
Something- Shakira (um...no...not really)

05. You feel this a lot:
Tears Don't Fall- Bullet For My Valentine (kind of)

06. This is how you impress most people (i.e. your greatest talent)
Over and Over- Three Days Grace (I fall in love with people over and over again...alright....great talent)

07. Your appearance has this effect on people:
Wild Side- Motley Crue (HAHAHAHA)

08. You're obsessed with:
Shadows of the Night- Pat Benetar (I love shadows and night so alright)

09. Before you go to sleep, you think:
Hello- Evanescence (yeah kinda)

10. This song is a total reflection of your sex life:
Eternal Rest- Avenged Sevenfold (noooo....but okay)

11. Your parents are:
Drowning Lessons- My Chemical Romance (yes kinda actually)

12. You think that people in general:
Angel On My Shoulder- The 69 Eyes (nope lol)

13. You feel this way about yourself:
Gone With The Sin- HIM (despair...yes....torn apart...yes....but I'm not pretty like Ville describes)

14. Think of a good friend. They are:
M.I.A.- Avenged Sevenfold (nooooo)

15. You want to have a party. The theme is:
My Immortal- Evanescence (that'll be a sad party...it'll be my bday party)

16. Your friends in general are:
Vermilion- Slipknot (not really but okay)

17. You walk onto the red carpet and everyone else thinks:
Pretending- HIM (they think I'm fake?!?...bitches...)

18. You're getting married. The theme song to your wedding is:
La Tortura- Shakira feat. Alejandro Sanz (I hope not! god!)

19. You're getting divorced. The reason is:
I'm Not OKay (I Promise) [live]-My Chemical Romance (oh okay)

20. You see love as:
Demolition Lovers- My Chemical Romance (yes actually)

21. You see hatred as:
TheJust Like A Pill- Pink (sorta)

22. Whenever you're depressed, you:
Fire And Ice- Pat Benetar (um yeah kinda of)

23. You want to _____ at the moment:
Bulimic- The Used (not really...I'm hungry actually)

24. You see a gorgeous person across the room and you think:
The Bitter Uprising- The Classic Crime (well...yes and no...no becuz gorgeous hello...and yes becuz you never know what you're gonna get with a guy)

25. You need a hug. The reason is:
Helena- MCR (yeeaaahhh)

26. When you're really angry, you:
Snow White Queen- Evanescence (I don't know...scream?)

27. Your beauty is like:
A Little Piece Of Heaven- Avenged Sevenfold (Oh God....)

28. You dance like:
The Taste Of Ink- The Used (yeah..sure...lets go with that)

29. You wake up in the morning next to the person of your dreams, you look deep into their big, beautiful eyes and say:
Our Lady Of Sorrows- MCR (no! We're not star-crossed lovers I swear! *romeo and juliet runs through mind*)

30. Think of an authority figure in your life (e.g. your boss, your Mom etc.). They are:
White Wedding- Aiden version (no...no...no...)

31. You die. _____ should be playing in the background:
Send My Love To The Dancefloor I'll See You In Hell (Hey Mister DJ)-Cobra Starship (wow...just wow)

32. You meet with God. He reprimands you for all your evil deeds. In your defense, you exclaim with confidence:
Bleed Well- HIM (okay)

(two years later)

"Happy Anniversary," A beautiful Finnish voice whispered in my ear; waking me from a deep sleep. "I'm sorry, sweetie," he said as I yawned and started to stretch. "Were you sleeping?"

"No, I was just resting my eyes," I smiled. It's been two years since we got married, two years since the Elders and the Reapers came after us, and two years since I've seen Sofia outside of my dreams.

I can remember it now, when we got married and had to consummate our marriage. Our wedding night after Ville and I...you know...the Aros, William, and Chris came to our house to get Ville. All I could remember from that part of the night is them advancing on him like rabid animals. They were careful not to wound him or kill him but they weren't afraid to use force either. I was scared and screaming for them to stop and I tried to enterviene, but I was weak, too weak to pull them away from him.

But something happened. I turned around and I saw Sofia standing in the doorway of the kitchen with a look of fear on her face. She panicked as I panicked, and she was tranculent. A ghost? Or maybe a hallucination? I don't know, but she was there, and she tried to help me get them off of Ville.

"Stop," A voice had said to the three Reapers. "Leave him be."

"But Lucian..." Aros had started to say but was cut off by Lucian, a hierarchy of Elders.

"They made their marriage legal in the eyes of God, we cannot disturb them anymore," Lucian had said with a tone of sadness. He turned to me with a faint smile that showed the wrinkles in his face. He just nodded as if he were saying hello or goodbye to me, all I did was stare. He looked so creepy.

Chris and William shot an evil look at Ville and I before they left and Aros just ignored us. And they were gone, just like that. I ran to Ville who seemed uninjured by the three of them.

"Are you okay?" I had asked him at that moment. He just smiled and kissed my forehead. It was all over. All over. And a feeling of relief washed over me. I turned around to see if Sofia was still there, but she wasn't, she was gone.

I didn't push anything futher with Sofia. I did chat with her in my dreams though, but that's just dream Sofia. I want my real Sofia. Every night I would ask her, for two years, when I could see her and she kept telling me not to bother. I just didn't want to push it.

"Brandy?" Ville said waking me out of my train of thought. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I was just thinking." I said with a smile on my face. "Happy Anniversary."

"You know, Bam wanted to treat us to an Anniversary dinner tomorrow." Ville said with a smile on his face.

"Tomorrow? Why not today?" I asked curiously.

"Well, I have to meet with the bands agent tonight to talk about touring and what not for the new CD," he frowned, knowing that I would be upset if I didn't spend the night with Ville. "But we have all morning and all afternoon to do whatever you want." he stated with the smile re-emerging on his face.

"Oh, okay." I giggled. "Hmm...the whole day with you....what to do...." I teased. "Well, I say we spend the whole morning in bed, and then we go out for lunch."

"Yeah, I like that." He laughed.

 

to be continued....