I'ma changin my killjoy name.
same clothes, personality, everything.
but my name is now
I'ma changin my killjoy name.
(30 minutes later)
Tears were slowly rolling down my cheeks, although my eyes glowed red with anger, as they punched, kicked, bruised, and cut Poison over and over again. Every once in a while they would stop for a moment, and he would look at me with those hazel eyes and give me a shake of his head, telling me not to give in, much to Korse's dismay, I listenened. Until, he took an especially heavy blow to his stomach, and coughed out a spray of blood. "Stop! Just stop!" The dracs stopped short, and Korse smiled coldly, walking over to me.
but i don't need to repost a blog to show it.
I stepped into the same room I had found the mthe first time in, and wasn't surprised to see Leia,Kendall,Darius, and Vincent waiting for me, with cold smiles on their lips. "I told you she'd come back." Leia said, stepping forward. "Where are they?!" my voice sounded forced and angry, yet I made sure my face showed no emotion. "I have no idea what your talking about, I mean we found a few mutts, but-oh? That's who your talking about." Vincent teased.
When I'm 18, I wanna get a tattoo on my shoulder, its gonna be black angel wings, then above it, the word "Saviour" from the song Saviour by Black Veil Brides....in my head I imagine its going to be beautiful...I can't wait...you have no idea how much this song means to me...
After the BVB boys left, the guys took us inside and told us to get some rest. Both of us managed to fall asleep, although I woke up in the middle of the night, with a very bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. Suddenly, I remembered. The boys! They had gone after the Satanisti, to end this once and for all. I quickly threw on a tee,leather jacket, and black skinny jeans, slipped on some combat boots, and slipped outside, praying no one heard me. Thankfully I couldn't read anyones minds, which meant they were all safely in dreamland.
(I will now refer to MCR as "the guys" and BVB as "the boys")
"We have been waiting for hours! Where the fuck were you guys!" Frank shouted, his fangs showing. I stepped back along with Kelly, getting closer to the BVB guys. "We..we got...caught up in something." I said. "It was wolves wasn't it. I knew we shouldn't have let you guys go out alone. Are you alright?" Ray asked, genunine concern in his eyes, although it was mixed with anger. Even Mikey looked pissed. That wasn't good. "Yeah, we're fine.
Andy walked towards us, his boots slightly squeaking on the floor. He knelt down in front of us, about three inches from our faces. Since it was Andy Biersack, we normally wouldn't care, but considering the circumstances, "Back. Away. Now." I said, gritting my teeth. He hesitated for a moment, then relaxed. "What are you gonna do about it? Your hands are tied, little vampires." he said, smirking. "Try me." I glared. He grew out his wolf fingernails, and reached for my arm. I stared into his eyes and said, "Pain." He backed away and fell, groaning in pain.
We traveled a few miles to another city, where we should be able to stay for a few days at least. The only thing is Ray told me this city is known to be very territorial among werewolf packs. We found an abandone apartment to stay in, and while the guys set up, me and Kelly went out to look for blood. Newbloods need to feed more than full vampires. "Be careful, we don't need you two to get torn up by wolves right now." Frank said, looking up from the guitar he was tuning. I rolled my eyes. "We will be." Kelly said, smiling. We started walking, checking alleyways for unsuspecting humans.
Chapter 11: If Only She Hadn't....
When I jolted awake, I was sitting in a chair, my wrists and ankles held to the chair by unbreakable steel cuffs. The room was dark, I couldn't see a thing besides the neon clothes on my body, especially the lime green sunglasses peeking out of my pocket. I don't know how long I sat there, my head hung, when the door opened, blasting a sliver of light across the room. I still couldn't see much, but I saw two figures dragging something-no, someone, across the room.