Mene Mene Tekel Upharsin

Not from this site, but from Romeo Is Dead and Blood Drunk On Love. For some reason, my mind isn't working for me that well lately with those fics. My dreams have gotten way off topic and most of them have gotten violent, very violent, and it has nothing to do with them. BUT for some reason, they do have something to do with a possible next book to one of my other old fics. I'm not sure. But I'll keep you updated.

 

xoxo Brandy a.k.a. Mikey♥

I have writersblock yet again. I swear to God I'm going to die of writersblock (if that's possible).

Instead of CAD I got clothing design...now I'm happy cuz I get to make clothes...but then again I have to face needles...lol

I'm just putting it one here just in case I lose the copy they gave me....and I have no idea what any of these classes are...well I know them but yeah...gah!!!!!

Please add my cousin...she's new to buzznet...send her some love! lol

http://tanyalovesmcr.buzznet.com/user/

Her name is Tanya and she's just plain awesome. And yes she is my cousin and one of my bestest friends in the whole wide world! Please add her!

I don't get it. Why do people tell us to accept people who are 'different' and then turn around and make fun of them? Why do people tell us to be ourselves but then we get picked on and beat on and shot down because we like different things? Why do people tell us to be accpeting, when they don't accept  anything themselves? Why do people say that gay and bi people will burn in hell when now people treat their sexual orientation as a fashion trend?

I just don't get it.

I'm so sick and tired of being made fun of because I'm different than everyone else. I'm sick and tired of my friend being called a 'fag' and being beat and picked on because he's gay.I'm sick and tired of people telling me that I can't do something because I'm a girl. I'm sick and tired of being underestimated everyday because I'm a girl. I just am sick and tired in general of constantly being put down and watching people get put down because of race, gender, and sexial orientation.

And most of these people are hypocrites. "No Place For Hate". They spread that around a lot in my school, but when someone actually comes out with their sexuality, they get picked on. Or just because someone has a different belief or opinion, they get shot down. I got made fun of when I dyed my hair pink. I get so angry when people make fun of the clothes I wear, then try to wear it themselves the next day. I hate it when people judge each other just by their looks or by the music they listen to.

One girl told me that I would burn in hell because I have a crush on Audrey Kitching. Yeah, I like her, so what? I'm comfortable with who I am and I shouldn't be made fun of because of it.

I hate it when people say that they're 'bi' when they're not. I hate it when people say that they're 'gay' when they're not. I hate it when people treat their sexual orientation as a fashion trend.

I just hate what these people are becoming nowadays. I just hate it. And I don't get it. Why do these people do these things? I don't understand people anymore. It's really hard to understand a person when they do these things. they tell us to accept a person for who they are or what they are or how they act, and then they go around and tell us that it's not acceptable in this day and age. Why would they tell us to accept something when it's 'unacceptable'?

I just don't get it.

It's been nearly ten days since Cordelia saw Gerard, and for those ten days, he's been the object of her conversations. And her friends, and her little sister, are getting sick about hearing of her 'Romeo'. It was like she was lost in lust or 'love' for those ten days. All she could think about was him. The way he walked, the way his mouth moved to the side a little when he talked, the way his eyes glistened throughout their conversation. It's hard to forget the little things like that.

Cordelia constantly hung around the phone, waiting for him to call, and she would go straight home after school. She would always tell her friends that she didn't feel well when they asked her to go to the mall or to get some coffee. She didn't want to miss his call.

It was a Monday, Cordelia had been up most of the night studying for a test that she had in her Chem class. She really hated that class, she hated everything that had to do with science, but she was good at it. She had her Chem book in front of her, along with her class binder and notes and even old homework assignments to study from. Her bed was an organized mess, and she was getting tired as well.

A knock came at her bedroom door, she yawned. Val, her little sister, came into the room with the phone in her hand.

"Phone.." Val droned, walking like a zombie to Cordy's bed. Val placed the phone in Cor's hand and walked out the room into her own bedroom.

"Hello?" Cordelia asked into the phone. She heard nervous breathing from the other end. At once, Cordelia got up from her bed, knocking some papers to the ground, and sat next to the window, ready to close the curtains.

"Cor? It's me, Phoebe," Phoebe said with a horrid tone. "I have to tell you something."

"Phoebe, what's wrong? Why are you calling so late? Are you still out with Annabell and Sohri?" Cordelia questioned, worried that Phoebe was drunk (it's wouldn't be the first time one of her friends called her while intoxicated).

"Just listen, okay? Forget about that Gerard dude. Forget that you even met him and change your phone number." she ordered. Cordelia burrowed her eyesbrows in confusion. Her hand dropped from the curtains and she started to pace back and forth, waiting for Phoebe to say something else.

"Why?" Cordelia finally said, breaking the small silence between her and her friend.

"Just trust me, okay. Forget about him. For your sake, and Val's." She said.

"Phoebe, I don't understand." Cordelia pleaded for her friend to press on.

"Look, I go to go. Just, do what I told you and you'll be fine."

"Phoebe!" The phone line went dead. Cordelia clicked the "end" button and sighed. She didn't understand why Phoebe would say that. Maybe Val got ahold of her and told her to say that? It could be a possibility since Val didn't like the fact that she met Gerard in a cemetery. And Cordelia always had bad luck with guys. The relationship always ended badly. Maybe that was Phoebe's little way of trying to protect Cor form potential heartbreak? Or maybe it was somehting else completely. Who would meet someone in a cemetery? It doesn't sound like a good beginning to a romance story. Unless he was a vampire. That'd be cool, unless he wanted to kill her.

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It had to be around 12:30  in the morning. Cordelia fell asleep on the floor next to the window. It happens sometimes. One time she even fell asleep on the washer in the wash room, and even on the floor in the bathroom. It didn't matter where she fell asleep, just that she did and that she had good dreams. She was also a light sleeper, any little noise would wake her.

The phone started ringing next to her head. She jumped a little at the noise, but groaned when she realized it was the phone. She slowly sat up, leaning against the wall next to the window. Her stuff was still a mess on her bed, and some on the floor. She groaned again, realizing that she forgot to finish studying. She grabbed the phone and clicked the "talk" button.

"Phoebe, why do you keep calling so late? I was sleeping." she hissed into the phone, rubbing her eyes and stretching a bit.

"I'm sorry, love. Did I wake you?" a mans voice said into the phone. She propped up immediately. 'Forget about that Gerard dude. Forget that you even met him and change your number. Forget about him. For your sake and Val's.' Phoebe had said to her earlier that night. It kept replaying in her head. She knew who it was. She knew it was Gerard. Who could forget a voice like his?

"Gerard, why are you calling so late?" She asked hesitantly. There had to be a reason why Phoebe had told her those things. Did she know he would call tonight? Or, this morning really.

"I just wanted to see if you were awake." Okay, that's kind of creepy, Cordelia said in her mind. "I'm sorry I woke you, But I promise this won't be long."

"Alright," she said, a little more calm now. "Um, can I ask what you want?" It was silent for a couple of moments, like he was hesitating with something, or thinking about something. Or like he was distracted. But he finally answered, calm, but serious.

"Look outside your window." He said each word carefully, trying not to freak her out or trying not to slur his words. But She did as she was told, she looked outside her window. She couldn't really see anything at first. It was dark and there wasn't much lighting. She turned the light on in her room, hoping a little lighting would help her see. She went back to her window again, nothing. She opened it, and stuck her head outside the window, hoping taht she would see.

The other line on the phone went dead. He hung up. But why?

Five figures emerged out of the shadows of a couple trees in her backyard that faced the cemetery. All of them were men, and two of them had rope in their hands. She jumped back in panic and hurried to close the window and get her little sister. She ran into the hallway, and heard her front door creak open. Cordelia hurried herself to get her sister. Forget him. For your sake and Val's. She busted through her sisters door, scaring Val out of her mind.

"Cordelia, what's wrong?" Val asked, seeing the panic rise out of her sister. They both heard heavy footsteps of a marching army. She grabbed her sister and dragged her out of bed. They ran to her window.

"I can't make that jump, Cor!" Val said. "What's going on."

"That's why." Cordelia said. Val turned and saw the five men standing in the doorway of her room. They all had grim stares on their lovely faces. Gerard was the first one that Cordelia recognized. She didn't know any of the rest fo them. "Just go, Val. You'll be okay."

Val nodded, closing her eyes and jumped. As she landed, she heard a crack from under her. She screamed out in pain. Her ankle was broken. One of the men left the doorway, probably to get Val.

"Cordelia, don't make this hard for us. We won't hurt you. You know that." He said calmly. Cordelia shook her head, edging closer to the window, her hand grasping the edge as if she were about to jump out any minute. IN a flash, Gerard was at her side, yanking her hand off of the window sill. She struggled, trying to break free of him but his grasp was firm and there was no way she could escape.

 

to be continued...

 

sorry if this sucked

I have stupid writers block and it's pissing me off!!!! Ugh!

Deanna (my lovely Gerard) just told me the funniest joke (well, that I've heard).

What do you get when you cross a vampire and a princes?

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GERARD WAY!!!!!! lol...I love her, she always make me laugh!

I really need it...these last two days sucked. Really. Yesterday was the worst.

First, my sister breaks my wolf figurine and then throughs the broken pieces at me. It was my favorite figurine. I got it when I was on vacation with my best friend last year. And the idiot broke it. I swear, she's buying me a new one.

Then, my mom lost my in Wal-Mart. Yeah, I said it, I was lost in Wal-Mart. She told me to go get a cart, and then she walks away. Fun huh?

And then my mom tells me...that she's not gonna buy me pepsi anymore! meh! And then someone stole some of my sharpies which really pissed me off.

And this morning, I woke up with a cut on my hand going across my index finger and my knuckles....ouch!

Ugh.

.......oh yes she d-id! :'(

I had loads of time on my hands today so far (my mom hasn't told me to do my chores yet). So I went back in my inventory of buzzes in the past, what year and a half> just to see what were my first buzzes for photos, polls, videos, journals ect. So here they are:

Photo:  by hatedxreflectionx

Poll: "Who is better, Ville Valo or Gerard Way" by Tanya1979

Journal: "My Chemical Romance story for Estachia...but open for anyone to read lol!" by Echelon92

Video: "Die Romanctic-Aiden" by jadeluver34

Link: "Hayley Williams of Paramore has got photos galore!" by Kron

 

I like looking into my buzznet past, I think I can even tell the first bulletin too but I think I deleted it...lol. Buzznet is like a second home ot me...which is awesome. I love you guys!

 

xoxo Brandy a.k.a. Mikey

I don't know why...it's very hard to explain really. But's I always think that everyone is out to get me. I know that everybody goes through that feeling at some point, but it's like, I don't know, when something bad happens to someone I know, I always think it's the universe screwing with me, you know?

And for some reason, I feel incomplete. Today I finished Breaking Dawn, and when I put it down, I felt really sad. I don't know why. It's like that book kept me busy and made me feel like I'm doing something and when I finished it (though it really was a kickass book) I wished I didn't finish. It's so hard to explain.

And I get so paranoid by the slightest things. It's so weird. I constantly think of what people think about me, I never thought about that before. And the only thing I've eaten in the past two days is two bagels and I started thinking that people saw me as anorexic (it runs in my family).

And I always think I'm not good enough for anything. Like I'm not a good artist, I'm a sucky writer. I fail at life. You know?

And I have to ask a question...am I getting boring? Like, do I sound repetitive in my stories? Do I not interest people anymore?

I don't know...maybe I'm just being an annoying diva, attention hogger person. I don't know what you call it. I'll stop my little rant here, just ignore me.

I'm finally re-writing it...and "Prolouge" is the prolouge to this :P

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It was a warm autumn night. Seventeen year old Cordelia Wyatt was walking home from a very late night school activity. The talent show. She smiled to herself, thinking of the events that took place earlier that night. She sang in the talent show. She didn't get an award though, it was a fundraiser for the school to raise money for new copiers and air conditioning. But she sang her heart out, and that was good enough for her.

Cordelia listened to her soft footsteps on the grass, humming along to it. Minutes passed and Cordy suddenly became aware that she was nearing the cemetery, which was the shortest route home. It was a creepy cemetery, especially at night. It gave her, and her little sister Val, the chills. It had always smelled like formaldihyde and rotting corpses, and since her home was so close to it, the smell often drifted to her house. She constantly thought of all the supernatural beings that could be roaming the cemetery at nights. You know, ghosts, vampires, zombies....creepy things like those. She'd always beleived in them and she often wanted to meet them, but through years of passing through the cemetery at night, she never saw any one of them. But that never stopped her from believing in them or looking whenever she could.

She slipped through the creaky metal gates into the graveyard. She slowly walked through the cemetery, still humming to herself. Cordelia observed all the scenery layed out in front of her and all around her. The old tombstones, the new ones, the creepy house that overlooked the cemetery on top of a hill, the mausoleum. She even spotted a man aimlessly walking through the graveyard.

He's probably looking for someone, Cordelia thought. She just ignored him and went on her way. Well, not before getting a glimpse of him. He was tall, about 5'10", 5'11" or even 6 foot. His skin was pale, like white diamonds glistening in the moonlight. His hair was long and dark, which fit perfectly fit the shape of his gorgeous face. And even though it was dark, Cordelia could see his hazel eyes clear as day.

He looked at her, a smile forming at the edge of his lips. Cordelia looked down at the ground almost instantaneously. She smiled to herself and she could feel the blood running to her cheeks.

"Excuse me miss," she heard a mans beautiful voice call from behind her. Cordelia stopped in her tracks, paralyzed by the beauty of his voice. And in an instant, the man appeared in front of her, his eyes filled with curiousity and anxiousness. He smiled warmly to her, making her smile back without notice. He cleared his throat and continued on what he wanted to ask her. "I'm kind of looking for someone," he said smoothly. "His name is Amadeo Paavali."

"Umm, I'm sure if you look on the tombstones.." Cordelia started but was interupted by the mans laughter.

"No. No, that's not what I meant. He's alive. He was supposed to meet me here tonight," the man corrected himself. "Wait, I have a picture." The man reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a picture, as he said.

Cordelia studied the picture in the moonlight. The mean in the picture had olive colored skin and almond shaped eyes. He had short, dark hair and dark eyes to match his hair. He was handsome, but unfamiliar to her.

"I'm sorry, I don't know who he is," Cordelia said to the man, biting her bottom lip. The mans facial expression looked disappointed. "Sorry." she quickly added again.

"It's alright," he said with a weak smile. She sttod there, awkwardly for a moment. Cordelia could feel his eyes study her. Her figure, her clothes, her curly dark hair. She blushed. It was as if she was being violated, but for some reason, she didn't mind. "My name is Gerard." He said at last, extending his hand towards her.

"I'm Cordelia," she said, taking his hand. A shiver went down her spine as soon as she touched his flesh. His skin was as hard as marble and as cold as ice. She guessed that if he were to slap her across the face, he could probably break her jaw. What a wonderful thought.

Unexpectedly, the two started talking. About random things really (music, movies, siblings...). They slowly were making their to Cordy's house. They found out that they had loads of things in common. They both loves comics, the both love to sing, and they both believe in vampires. Strange, really. Cordelia thought she would never find someone who thought almost exactly as she did. But Cordelia could sense that Gerard was hiding something from her. It didn't matter that much though, they'd just met, but she hopes she sees him again after tonight.

Gerard and Cordelia stopped at about 10 feet away from her front porch. Things fell silent between them again, kind of awkward.

"Well, I should be going. I bet Amadeo is now the one looking for me." Gerard said with a slight chuckle.

"Yeah, and my little sister is probably waiting up for me anyways." Cordelia said with a slight nervousness.

"I,um, hope to see you again."

"Yeah, me too." She smiled, and he smiled too. Cordelia turned, taking about three to five steps towards the porch. A thought ran through her head, making her turn around and to her surprise, Gerard was still standing there, watching her. She was about to call out to him, but instead, she blushed.

"Oh, you again, eh?" He said teasingly.

"Yeah it's me again." Cordelia laughed. She pulled a sharpie out from one of her pockets and positioned herself infront of him again. Without a word, she took his stone cold hand and wrote her phone number on it. Cordelia peeked up at Geard, only to see a smirk drawn across his face.

"Call me sometime." Her heart pounded in her chest. And in a flash, she felt Gerards right hand holding the back of her head and his left hand positioned on the small of her back. Their lips met in an instant, cradhing together like waves crashing into rocks on an ocean front. The texture of his lips matched the texture of his skin. It was hard and cold. And for a moment when they kissed, Cordelia felt as if their hearts were connected. As if a tube sprouted out of their chests and connected them together in a single bound.

"Woah," Cordelia said as soon as they disconnected form each other. Her heart fluttered in her chest, wanting more, wanting to be connected to his heart again. She grasped her chest where the invisible tube was held. She wanted more.

"I'll call soon." Gerard said, pecking her cheek. He let her go and stalked off back into the cemetery. Cordelia watched him until he became nothing but a silhouette in the moonlight.

 

to be conintued...

Is everybody on vacation or something? Cuz I know in some places school started but...I haven't talked to people in like forever. Where did they all go? I miss all you lovely people!!!!!

Step 1: Open up whatever MP3 program you use and add every song in your collection.

Step 2: Put it on random.

Step 3: Post the first line from the first 20 songs that play, no matter how embarassing the song.

Step 4: Post and let everyone you know guess what song and artist the lines come from.

Step 5: Cross out the songs when someone guesses correctly.

Step 6: Looking them up on Google or any other search engine is CHEATING!

 

1. Let it go, there's no way you can save me now

2. Your mama don't dance and your daddy don't rock and roll

3. They gonna clean up your looks with all the lies and the books to make a citizen out of you

4. This night, walk the dead ina solitary style and crash the cemetery gates in the dress your husband hates

5. I hear you breathe so far from me

6. You can see her whenever it rains

7. I'm so tired of being here suppressed by all my childish fears

8. It's true we're all a little insane

9. Last night a little dancer came dancing to my door

10. You've got your new head filled up with smoke and I got my veins all tangled close

   

11. Hand in mine into your icy blues

12. When the moon met the sun, all was golden in the sky, all was golden when the day met the night

13. You've got a perfect skin with a devils grin

14. Well if you wanted honesty that's all you had to say

15. There's something wrong with the world today, I don't know what it is

16. Close your eyes the rain won't wash away

17. Shivers run through the spine of hope as she cries the poison tears of a life divine

18. We're going to die like this you know, miserable and old

19. I'm sitting in a room made up of only big white walls and in the halls theres people looking through the window in the door they know exactly what we're here for

20. You want me to leave you want me to stay you ask me to come back you turn and walk away

 

I swear to the lord above, if you don't get #2 or #12 or #13, I'll sick Gaspard Ulliel on your arses!!!

 

HAPPY GERARD WAY SOBER DAY!

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Three words to describe the toally wicked awesome concert (besides those three): The. Fucking. Sex. Haha, but it was totally amazing, the best one that I have ever went too. Everybody enjoyed themselves, even Jace (believe it or not). And I think he even started a mosh pit, or joined one. Brendan and I tried to stay away from mosh pits, so did Clary, we're all prone to accidents. But it's been a while since it's been done, now we're waiting for the bands backstage and what not.

I don't really know what time it is, really. But it's dark, so that gives me some sort of clue that it's most likely very late. Maryse is probably worried about Alec and Izzy, they should call her. We were all waiting in this lobby-ishy thingy (I don't know what it is, I'm not good with identifying rooms. I just know when I'm in one) surrounded by other fans of the bands as expected. Hmmm...lobby...what if? No Autumn, it was just a bad dream, a really really bad dream. Stop thinking about it you idiot.

"Autumn, you okay?" Brendan asked me, rubbing my back. I looked up and nodded my head yes. He kissed the top of my head (he's kinda really taller than me) and smiled slightly. He's such a sweetie.

"How long is this going to take?" Jace asked very impateintly. "I'm craving a scotch."

"Pateince is a virtue," Simon hummed under his breath. Audrey snickered and smile had a slight smile emerged on the side of his face.

"I wasn't talking to you, vampire," Jace shot back, causing Simon's smile to vanish and Audrey to stop snickering. Jace doesn't really like Simon, even when Simon was a mundie. I think they both like Clary, loads, but Jace is Clary's borther so that's kinda creepy. "And I wasn't being impatient. I just don't want to drink in front of the little mundies."

"Ah-ha! So you're an alcoholic! I knew it!" Simon foolishly jabbered at Jace. To tell you the truth, I always thought that Jace was an alcoholic too, but for some reason the thought that "Maybe Shadowhunters can't get drunk" always popped up in my head. Maybe I was wrong or maybe Simon is wrong. Well, unless Simon had super cool powers like Edward Cullen, then he wouldn't be wrong.

"Well at least it's better than being blood drunk you stupid bloodsucker!"

"Will you two idiots get along for just one night?" I interveined quickly, before a fight was started. Hm, I wonder who would win if they fought?

"You're not in this, mundie." Jace said to me, more softer, though, sounding as if he were calming down. Jace has an anger problem, I think. It would explain his attitude towards everyone, especially poor Simon (who just loves to fire back).

"In what? And would you stop calling me 'mundie'? It makes me feel....I dunno....weak." I said.

"You are weak, mundane." Jace hissed. I am not weak. What a jackass.

"And you are an ass, Jace." I fired back angrily. Brendan placed his hands on my shoulders, holding me back (I'm known to get real angry and punch people...Audrey knows of that). But seriously, Jace is an ass, a really big ass.

I sighed, calming myself down. I knew in a few moments the bands would come out and I would meet them and be happy and no stupid a...Jace would ruin that for me! Ha. Brendan wrapped his arms  across my chest (above the collarbone you pervs) and held them there until I was offically calmed down, well, his idea of calm anyway. My idea is calm is after I punch Jace in the face. I'm not weak, I'm not. I bet I could beat his Shadowhunter ass.

"Huh, that's weird." Audrey said almost randomly. Her face was contorted slightly, not in anger, but in some sort shock. We all looked at her now. She kept looking down.

"What Auds?" Ryan finally said breaking the awkward silence between all of us. "What is it?"

"Well, I felt something cold on my ankle, and I looked down and for some reason there's a metal ankle bracelet on it. I don't remember putting that on this morning." She said. All the others just blew it off as no big deal. But something clicked inside my head and made me look behind her. A chain extended from the ankle bracelet, which made me think that it wasn't really one anyways.

My eyes nearly bulged out of my head once I realized that i had felt something cold and metal on my ankle as well, and by the looks on Ryan and Brendans faces, they felt it too. I gasped, about to sob. I realized that...maybe my dream wasn't a dream after all.

I was the first to fall to the ground and I was the first to be pulled through the lobby, screaming, past many frightened fans, and also past the bands who were there. I scraped my body against so many things, I couldn't really tell where all the pain was coming from, it was all over me.

Audrey was dragged after me, then Brendan, then Ryan. I didn't exactly know what was happening, I was hoping that it wouldn't, but I know where we're going, for the most part. The elevator. The elevator with the invisible force field.

Jace, Alec, Isabelle, Clary and Simon all follwed us screaming "mundies", hoping that they couls save us from whatever it was that was pulling us towards the elevator. Or to stop us from going into the elevator, whichever one worked for me. I hit the back of the elevator with a loud thud, followed by Audrey, Brendan and Ryan (thank God I ducked when they came in, or I woulda been smushed). I don't know how, but the chains disappeared and a shine fell upon the opening in the elevator. Jace pounded on the force field, hoping his strength would break it.

I did what I did in my dream. I started to pound on it too, hoping that maybe I would break it from the inside. Isabelle took our her golden whip, slashing it against the glass like force field as well. Alec had one of his Seraph blades out and Clary started to try to open the thing with a very strong opening rune. Nothing worked.

And behind me, Audrey, Brendan and Ryan all looked up. I dare not to look up, knowing that something bad would happen. I started to hit the force field harder and harder, making my hands bleed and staining the invisible thing with very visible blood stains. People started to gather around the elevator from the outside. Security Guards were trying to take authority over the Shadowhunters and Simon, while other guards had to hold the crowd back. I could see certain members from each bands scattered in the crowd. They looked panicked.

Everything went silent. The Guards, the crowd, everything. I looked At Brendan, his eyes still fixated on whatever it was that was on the ceiling. Metal started to bend, something that you really don't want to hear when you're trapped in an elevator. We all knew what was about to happen. I turned back around to pound on the force field some more, still trying to break it. Ryan, Audrey, and Brendan joined me in doing so. We all pleaded for the thing to open, to let us out. And we also pleaded for everyone else to help us.

And we heard a snap.

The elevator started falling, falling and not stopping. I felt myself levitate about three inches from the ground. We were going so fast...for so long...I didn't know if we were going to stop anytime soon. And if we did, were we to crash?

Tears stroked down everyones face. We all feared for the worst, and knew the worst was most likely going to happen. I imagined everyones face that wasn't in the elevator. Simon's face went totally pale, even though he's a vampire, he still went whiter than ever. Alec was on the phone with Magnus probaby, to ask him how to get us out and how fast he could get here before anything happened. Izzy was on the phone with her mom. That I knew for sure because I could hear Maryse's voice over anything else. Clary looked confused for some reason, like she was expected that she would be the one to get us out with her rune. Jace looked....pissed. I'm surprised that he helped us because he said he wouldn't. But it was also like he knew what was going on and who was doing this to us. Only one name came to mind.

Valentine.

 

to be continued...

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Sorry if this is sucky...my mind was in like three places when I was writing this. I was talkin to my friend on the phone, thinking about the story and fighting with my sister all at the same time...I'm a multi-tasker :P

I think FOX interviewed him....but I LOVE Mark! :D

I've been reading too much of the Mortal Instruments. And I read the first chapter of The Mortal Instruments Three" The City of Glass online and it's all I've been able to think about. So I wrote my own little short story/fanfic thingy. I hope it doesn't suck...lol

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It was just another bad dream. A bad dream that has haunted me for weeks. I can't really remember the last time I had a dream THAT horrible and bloody. Maybe when I was seven? Ten? But that was years ago, but the re-occuring dream I'm having now most likely blows that dream out of the bloody water. I don't know what it means, but I've been getting them since I've started being friends with this girl named Clary. Clary Fray.

I met her through this dude named Simon. He's a vampire, just like my brother. Except, he's the only vampire that can walk in the sunlight. All of the other vampires envy him for that. But we were all in danger when Clary's father, Valentine, had stolen the Mortal Sword and started to kill off Downworlder children for their blood. I'm really not exactly sure what he wanted to do, but I heard that he needed the blood of a werewolf child, a vampire child, a faerie child, and a warlock child for some sort of spell. But what I do know for sure is that he NEEDS the Mortal Instruments to raise an army of children to take out the Clave and to diminish all of the Downworlders. I can't really say that my whole dreams revolves around that little fun fact, but it does have something to do with it as well.

Here's the setting: a concert venue filled with hundreds of screaming fans, waiting for their two favorite bands to play. My Chemical Romance and Avenged Sevenfold.

Imagine: Me and three of my friends (also with the Shadowhunters and Simon) waiting in some sort of lobby thing for the bands (we had backstage passes in my dream). Suddenly, chains come out of nowhere and grab me and my three friends and start dragging us off one by one and trapping us in an elevator.

Imagine: the elevator doors not closing, but the only thing separating us from the hallway where our shadowhunter friends are desparately trying to get us out, is an invisible force field. I start banging on it, trying to break it somehow, but it was like steal, I wasn't strong enough. My other friends all kept looking up, I dare not to, and kept trying to break it. My hands start to bleed, staining the invisible force field with blood. It all went suddenly quiet.

Imagine: a sound that no one in an elevator would want to hear. A metal bending sound, like something was about to snap. We all run to the force field door and start to bang on it, screaming for it to open and for people to help us. A group of people were all staring at us while we were pleading and screaming. We heard a snap...

...and that's when I usually wake up. Creepy eh?

Last night was the same dream, again. I wish I can finish it so I know what happens after the snap and if me and my friends die in the dream.

I yawn, stretching, as I reach over to turn off my screaming alarm clock so I don't wake up Luke and Clary. I've been staying with them lately because my brother, Aubrey, just recently got turned. That's how I met Simon and everybody else. Simon lost control one night and bit my brother, who was my legal Guardian because my parents died a year ago in a crash. I'm only 15, and with that, Luke and professed that it was not safe for me to be around my brother at this point in his knew vampiric career, so I'm staying with him and Clary.

Creepy things have been happening a lot since I've been staying here, besides my dream. I've met werewolves (Luke is the leader of the pack) and Maia (she has a crush on Simon) and of course the Shadowhunters. And Magnus, he's a warlock. He's cool. And there's also been attacks by really scary demons and things called Forsaken. Apparently Valentine has been sending them after us, or them really. But Luke keeps thinking that maybe Valentine wants me for some reason. I'm a mundie, what would he want with me?

"Autumn? You up?" I heard a voice ask from outside the bedroom door. I plopped my head back down on the pillows and groanded. I do not want to get up.

"Alec?" I asked in a groggy voice.

"Yeah, it's me. Izzy, Clary, Jace, and Simon are here too." Alec, Isabelle, Jace and Clary are all Shadowhunters. Jace and Clary happen to be brother and sister which I think is weird because they always look all lovey-dovey at each other. That could be a really big problem. And Izzy and Alec are brother and sister too. But they don't look lovey-dovey at each other, mostly because I think Alec is gay, and they're brother and sister and that would cause some major issues.

"What are you guys doing here?" I asked, slowly rising up from the bed. I walked over to the door, taking my time (I'm sleepy shut up) and opened it with a yawn. Alec stood at the entrance at the door looking as lovely as ever. He has longish black hair and beautiful blue eyes that I can't even describe, and if I hadn't have my suspensions of him being gay, I would totally ask him out.

"You don't remember?" he asked in amusement once he got a good look at what I look like in the morning. I yawned again, indicating that I am too sleepy to remember anything at the moment. "You don't remember," he said this time instead of asking. "Remember? Your friend got like 10 backstage passes at the My Chemical Romance and Avenged Sevenfold concert for tonight? You want to go because both of them are your favorite bands and you invited me, Izzy, Clary, Jace and Simon to tag along."

"Oh, that." I said, still yawning. "Are the others here yet?" 'Others' meaning my three other friends who are going with us.

"I'm not sure. I don't know what your friends look like. I haven't really met them before." Alec sighed

"Okay, fine. Just let me get dressed and I'll come downstairs," I said, closing the door in his face. I walked over to my unpacked suitcase that was thrown carelessly on the floor. I unzipped it and took out some fresh clothes. I started to get dressed, pulling off my nightie and putting on my My Chemical Romance tee on with an Avenged Sevenfold hoodie and also putting on a tutu-ish black skirt and fish net stockings. My mind started to wonder, all about random things like the dream, the event for tonight, Alec and what not. Then it hit me. MCR and A7X venue, backstage passes, three friends and shadowhunters and Simon. Was my dream really a dream? Or was it some sort of premonition?

Maybe I should tell the others?

Well, the Shadowhunters have never heard MCR and A7X before and I'd be depriving them of the awesome music. Then again, I could always just play the music for them. But Brendan (my boyfriend and the one who one the passes) would just ignore my warning and go anyway and put himself and the others in danger and they could really use the shadowhunters there if that does happen to them. Whatever, I need to do my hair first though, it looks autrocious (sp?).

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We all piled into two separate cars. Clary, Jace, Alec, Izzy, and Simon all went into Luke's graggly old truck (Alec, Jace, and Simon had to ride on the back). Brendan, me, Audrey (my best friend) and Ryan (her boyfriend) all rode in Brendan's Jeep (yes, he can drive. He's kind of seventeen).  We're still going, even though I told them all about my dream. I think Clary and Jace believed me but the others seemed to think it was a joke, which I don't know why. But if my dream were to come true, at least I would finally figure out what happens after the snap, and the last thing I do (besides bleed) would probably be seeing MCR and A7X in person.

It took us an hour to get to the venue where the concert is taking place. Jace looks a little, I don't know, apprehensive about going. He has never really heard this kind of music before. He's more of a classical music guy really. He's always playing on the piano in the Institute. Izzy and Alec are acting quite the opposite. They look excited, really excited. Maybe getting away from the shadowhunting thing for one night is just what they need. Instead of fighting demons, why not start mosh pits?

We found two empty parking spaces near the back of the parking lot. We leave early and it's already packed. Luke and Clary were talking in the car while the rest of us waited for her in a some what of a huddle. Brendan had his arm thrown across my shoulders, hugging me tightly against him. Jace kept giving us an envious look, but I don't think Brendan noticed, but Audrey did, and so did everyone else. They just didn't say anything about it.

"Do you think we should be doing this?" Jace asked impatiently. His musclular arms we folded across his chest and he just looked really annoyed.

"Why wouldn't we?" Brendan asked back, but with a pinch of venom in his voice.

"What if Autumn's 'dream' really does come true? What if it was a premonintion or something? You mundanes would be defenseless if her dream has something to do with my father...I mean Valentine?" he corrected at the last part.

"Who's Valenitne?" Audrey questioned. Jace sighed and glared at me as if he expected me to have told my friends everything about Valentine and what went down. But I didn't. There was a reason why the Shadowhunters remained unknown to the mundane world and there's a reason why they glamorize everything they do. And my friends are blabber mouths, I can't risk them telling the whole world about the Shadowhunters and the Downworlders and what not.

"Nevermind," he said, rolling his eyes as Clary approached the group. Luke left with the truck, but something tells me that he'll be coming back before the night is done. "Let's just go. But if you mundanes get trapped in an elevator, I'm not helping you."

 

to be continued...

 

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Sorry if it's sucky =/

And just for your information, Alec is gay in the books, so yeah...

This guy on my imeem keeps telling me I'm sexy (though I haven't posted any pics of myself) and what not, but I really don't understand what he's saying. So I went on his page to find out how old he is, and he was born in 1959! Hello! I was born in 1992! There's a 33 year difference! I'm 15, I don't want anything sexual or what not to do with a 49 year old!

This is the message he sent me: (I left out the name so yeah, but he's on imeem)

"hmmmmmm:)) so nice u r photo...
and interesting..but so excited...hmmm:))) now send u from my special ALBUM 1 photograph...but wait u r more ok? cause your all photo superrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr thanksssssssssSSSSSSSSSSsssssssssssssss
and course HOT kissessssSSSSSSsssSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS "

This is a story, or the beginning, I've been working on for like 3 weeks. I think it may be the beginning of one of my old deleted (by my damn sister >:/) fanfics...I'm not sure yet....well...enjoy! :P

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Blood trickled down his neck, illuminated by the light of the neon signs that surrounded him. He never knew that it would get that far, that dangerous. He should have known. But how could he? He’s not psychic. He can’t predict scenes like that taking place. It’s a scary thought, thinking that they existed and finding out for a fact that they did. Also losing something precious to him. His heart, his blood, and ultimately, his soul.

      The streets seemed dark to him. Not of the sense of light, but of the sense of feeling. People and creatures lurking in every corner. Homeless people browsing the streets and alleys for places to sleep and to find warmth. Sad, really, depressing. But they don’t know of the constant darkness that lurks behind them, feeding on them knowing that no one would really care. To everybody else, they were just drunks with no homes, stories with no happy endings. But to the vampires, they’re breakfast, lunch, and dinner, even a snack if you will. Should he warn them? No. To him, they have nothing to live for, it just doesn’t matter if they live or die.

        So he walked the dark streets, knowing that sun the sun would come up in a couple hours, rambling to himself the same thing over and over again. “And as always, innocent like roller coasters. Fatality is like ghosts in snow and you have no idea what you’re up against. Because I’ve always seen what they look like. Becoming perfect as if they’re sterling silver chainsaws going cascading…”

        The rain started to gently fall, singing a familiar song each time they hit the ground. The wind blew, throwing scattered raindrops at him, hitting his face, his hair, and his body. If he were like any other normal person, he would shiver and try to get home faster. But he was not like anyone else anymore.

        The blood on his neck was wiped clean by the rain. His mind was so set on everything that was happening around him that he forgot about the wounds that pierced his neck. His black tee shirt clung to his pale body, as did his jeans to his legs. His hair askew, some sticking to his face, some blowing with the wind. His big, beautiful hazel eyes were set on a familiar figure that was moving toward him.

        “Gerard!” the figure shouted at him over the sound of the singing rain. The figure stomped its way over to Gerard, splashing it’s boots in the puddles that were sprawled out in front of it. The figure was male. His height was around six foot. He was very lean and pale. His hair was dark, just like Gerard’s, and his eyes were hazel as well. “Hey, what’s up? Where were you?” he asked, panting.

        “…Innocent like roller coasters. Fatality is like ghosts in snow and you have no idea what you’re up against…” Gerard rambled, still walking forward, ignoring the man that was trying to keep up with him.

        “Gerard, are you alright?” The man said, still gasping for air.

        “…As if they’re sterling silver chainsaws cascading…”

        “Gerard, stop,” said the man, reaching out to Gerard, grabbing his elbow and stopping him, pulling Gerard back to face him. “Are you alright? Gerard, it’s me, Mikey, your brother.”

        “And as always, innocent like roller coasters...” Gerard kept rambling, over and over and over again. Mikey looked at his brother, surprised at what he was seeing and hearing. He sensed that something was horribly wrong with his older brother, really wrong. His talk about innocent roller coasters and ghosts in snow and sterling silver chainsaws frightened Mikey to an extent. Gerard has never ever acted this way before and his neck was bleeding and his best friend was nowhere to be found.

        “Okay,” Mikey said to his older brother, taking his by the shoulders and making Gerard look at him. “Just let me take you home and I’ll make you some coffee and we’ll just talk, okay? J-just let me see if I can call Amabel to see if I can get a hold of her, alright? Just…”

        “Amabel’s dead.” Gerard said, interrupting his own rant to tell his brother. Gerard looked at Mikey, as if he were normal again, in some sense. “She died because they took her blood and I couldn’t save her. A-and she kept on saying that we’ll shoot back holy water like cheap whiskey because they’re always there and I c-couldn’t…I couldn’t…”

        “I’ll call Frank, Ray, and Bob and we’ll all talk about it, okay? Come with me. I’ll take you home.” Mikey put his arms wrong Gerard’s shoulder, turning him around the other way. Mikey could feel Gerard’s hard skin under his wet shirt. Hard as marble and cold as ice. Just like a vampire’s skin.

 

to be continued...

I had the best time at the Barnes and Nobles 'Breaking Dawn Masquerade Ball!' Unfortunately my mask got smushed but I still dressed up. I wore and red silk shirt with a black tank top and a black skirt with two black laces and frillies. And converses, haha. And, needless to say, I went as Alice and not the Porsche this time. When I first got in with my freinds Nikki and Casey, I got asked by the lady who was helping to run the thing to be in the parade/fashion show. She asked me to fill out an index card with my name and some Twilighty about me. So, I wrote "My name is Brandy a.k.a. Mikey and I was bitten by Edward in the early years". My friends cracked up.

I met some really awesome people in the show as well. During the whole parade/fashion show, I talked to the girl behind me about just really really random shizzle. I was also first in the show, so I got to strut my stuff, haha. But it was fun.

Then, me and my friends went to the events room where there was live music and these paper thingys that you could write on and what not. The first one said "What is your dream Breaking Dawn ending?" and I was the douchenozzle who wrote "Jacob Imprinting Alice". My friend Cory (who is a huge fan of Jasper and Alice) flipped out and wrote next to mine "NO! Jasper and Alice FOREVER!!!" Funny stuff. And I when I was getting finished on the "Why are you Switzerland?" one (which I wrote that I was Finland =D) some lady asked me if she could take a picture of my arm o.0. At first I was frazzled but then I remembered that I wrote "Hey Edward, Bite Me♥" on my arm. So I ended up letting her take the pic.

Then me, Nikki, and my friend Ashley went to the "Venom Tasting" activity, and it was fun, but I don't eat chocolate so I gave them to my friends.

But then, I got separated from the gang, so I went to check out the life music, which was good, and I started talking to this girl who I met who I met at one of the meetings a couple nights ago. We started talking about music, HIM, MCR, and the book, and then the chick in the band started singing I'm Not Okay (I Promise) and I started dancing and singing, but I was the only one, but apparently people got a kick out of it, lol. And can someone tell me who sings the song "Vendicated"? I can't remember.

Then we all played Cullen Bingo as I was drawing my infamous stitches on the girls wrist and it was fun (Who's afraid of the big bad wolf?). At the end of bingo, me and my friend Nikki went ot get some drinks (I gots rootbeer) and miraculously the raffle started so we went to see who won Bellas bracelet and what not. And some DOUCHENOZZLES who did not even read any of the damn books made so many scenes and distractions; it pissed me off! And THEN they had the fricken audacity to break one of the guitars from the band, ON PURPOSE! But at least the band was cool about it (unlike Casey and I).

We decided to wait for the book to be released at the cafe in the store. Me, Alyssa, Nikki, and Casey all started randomly rambling and all we hear is WOOOOO! So we randomly wooed and then people started to countdown, and we SCREAMED it! lol. Then everyone got their books 'cept me 'cause I have to wait until my birthday (but Casey says that when she's done she'll let me read it =P) But I gots some awesome stickers that say "My ♥ belong to Edward" and "Bella & Edward 4ever!" and "Breaking Dawn left me breathless" and "I was bitten by Breaking Dawn".

Twas fun indeed, 'cept for those damn douchenozzles! >:(