Chapter 2.
AN: Fangz 2 bloodytearz666 4 helpin me wif da chapta! (I blame you for this as well as
a lot of other people.) BTW
preps stop flaming ma story ok! (Yeah, I don’t think that would stop people
from flaming it. -.-)
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The next day I woke up in my bedroom. It was snowing and raining again. (Oh
great more magical weather.) I opened the door of my coffin and drank
some blood from a bottle I had. My
coffin was black ebony and inside it was hot pink velvet with black lace on the
ends. I got out of my coffin and took of my giant MCR t-shirt which I used for
pajamas. Instead, I put on a black leather dress, a pentagram necklace, combat
boots and black fishnets on. I put on four pairs of earrings in my pierced
ears, and put my hair in a kind of messy bun. (Don’t care.)
My friend, Willow (AN: Raven dis is u!) (Great character introduction. Loved it.
Not.) woke up then and grinned at me. She flipped her long waist-length
raven black hair with pink streaks and opened her forest-green eyes. She put on her Marilyn Manson t-shirt with a
black mini, fishnets and pointy high-heeled boots. We put on our makeup (black
lipstick white foundation and black eyeliner.) (I thought you were already pale.
Why the hell do you need the foundation?)
“OMFG, I saw you talking to Draco Malfoy yesterday!” she said excitedly.
“Yeah? So?” I said, blushing.
“Do you like Draco?” she asked as we went out of the Slytherin common room and
into the Great Hall.
“No I so f*****g don’t!” I shouted. (No need to shout. Plus I believe you do
like him since you were blushing just few seconds ago. Wait, you’re supposed to
be a Vampire. Vampires cannot blush.)
“Yeah right!” she exclaimed. Just then, Draco walked up to me. (Well
that was unexpected, huh?)
“Hi.” he said.
“Hi.” I replied flirtily. (Cause according to Tara you can reply
flirtily. I mean it makes more sense to say I replied in a flirty tone, but
that thought probably never crossed Raven’s mind. Since she is supposed to be
the beta on the story.)
“Guess what.” he said.
“What?” I asked. (Why do we care?)
“Well, Good Charlotte are having a concert in Hogsmeade.” he told me. (No
way)
“Oh. My. F*****g. God!” I screamed. I love GC. They are my favorite band,
besides MCR. (Really? Would have never guessed.)
“Well…. do you want to go with me?” he asked.
I gasped.
My brain!
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