• "So,
    You coming over tonight?
    Martin will be there."
    My best friend says.
    She has been my friend since we were younger.
    But I know that our friendship is coming to an end.
    She is becoming popular,
    And I am stuck as the scene girl.
    Martin is just a guy that wants to ******** me.
    Its like a game to them.
    See who can ******** the emo first.
    I look at her,
    As she flips that golden hair,
    She is gorgeous.
    But she is turning into such a prep.
    She use to be that emo girl like me.
    "I don't think so."
    I whisper.
    "You have to be such a b***h?"
    She suddenly says.
    I look at her,
    Her light green eyes are narrowed at me,
    She use to wear tons of eyeliner.
    But now she is wearing light pink and blue eyeshadow.
    "******** you."
    I growl.
    My hand instantly flys over my mouth.
    I have never yelled at anyone before.
    And especially not at Kristen.
    "Kris--"
    I start to say,
    And she holds up her hand,
    That is decorated with pink bracelets and rings.
    "Whatever you emo b***h!"
    She shouts.
    And she walks down the street,
    Leaving me here.
    Did she just call me that?
    We have been friends for so long,
    And now she just called me that.
    I feel the tears flood my eyes,
    And I lean up against the black fence for support.
    The cool tears roll down my cheeks.
    And I notice movement from the corner of my eye.
    I look up to see a guy standing there.
    How did he get over here so quickly?
    And I notice he is standing on the other side of the black fence.
    The fence surrounds the House that everyone is scared of.
    "Are you alright?"
    He asks,
    His voice is so soft.
    "Uh.
    Why would you care?"
    I whisper.
    I cannot see his eyes,
    They are hidden behind a pair of darkly tinted sunglasses.
    "Because,
    I--"
    He says,
    But he is cut off by someone standing in the doorway.
    He suddenly turns to the person.
    They are also wearing sunglasses,
    What is wrong with the sun?
    "Damien,
    What are you doing?"
    The voice is so cold and scratch.
    Like someones nails running down a chalkboard.
    "I...
    Uh.
    Bye."
    He whispers to me,
    Before rushing into the dark house.
    The other person stands there looking at me.
    I silently step away from the fence,
    And they vanish inside the house.
    What the hell was that about?
    And why were they wearing stupid glasses?
    I want to figure out what is going on.
    Should I sneak into that house.
    I have heard about teenagers sneaking in,
    And they never returned.
    But,
    I don't care.
    At least I will know.

    --Gabriella Darling--

    "Oh.
    Look,
    It is the emo girl that no one loves."
    I hear Kristen shout down the long crowded hallway.
    I feel everyone turn their attention to me.
    Perfect.
    She is starting s**t again.
    I look in my green locker,
    There is pictures of me and the old Kristen,
    And there are tons of band pictures,
    Like All Time Low and Black Veil Brides.
    "Hey."
    Someone says.
    I look up and I gasp.
    Standing there is Damien,
    The boy that was on the other side of the house.
    And he is still wearing those black sunglasses.
    His skin is deathly pale.
    "Uh.
    I..
    Hi."
    I say,
    I cannot help but stare at him.
    Even though he has sunglasses on,
    I know that he is hot.
    "I'm Damien.
    May I ask who you are?"
    He whispers.
    I notice everyone is silent and staring at the emo guy in front of me.
    Why would he like me?
    "I am Gabriella."
    I whisper,
    As I shyly look back into my locker.
    "Oh.
    You are a shy girl that always whispers?"
    He asks,
    As he leans against the locker next to mine.
    I gently smile at him.
    "I moved here...
    From...
    Europe."
    He says.
    I wonder why he don't have a European accent,
    Or why it took him so long to say where he was from,
    Like he was trying to guess.
    What the hell is he?
    Or who the hell is he?
    "Oh?"
    I ask.
    He grins at me,
    But I just roll my eyes.
    He might be someone that just wants to get at the emo freak.
    The bell rings and I notice him jump.
    I guess he isn't use to hearing bells ringing?
    As I walk past him,
    I notice that he has a tattoo on his left arm.
    A guy his age already has a tattoo?
    That is not really common where I live.
    "Later."
    I hear him shout,
    As I walk into my classroom.
    I cannot help but grin.
    I didn't see him for the rest of the school day,
    Its like he only came for that.

    --Damien Ruzzo--


    I am walking home,
    My iPod is blaring Perfect Weapon by Black Veil Brides.
    I am walking past the black mansion.
    I notice someone looking out of the attic window,
    Sending shivers up my spine.
    How could Damien live in a place so scary?
    I notice that tall creepy guy that was standing in the doorway.
    He is climbing into the drivers seat of a black sleek car.
    I silently crouch behind a low brush,
    As that black car speeds down the road,
    Opposite of where I am.
    What am I going to do?
    I don't know,
    But all that I know is that I am standing in front of the front door.
    It is made out of some black wood,
    There is a creepy dragon head as a knocker,
    And the door is circular at the top.
    I try to turn the door,
    I don't know why I don't knock,
    And the door is locked.
    The nob has twisted designs on it.
    I must know about Damien though.
    I slowly walk to one of the widows,
    And it is slightly ajar.
    I am surprised that a widow that old don't creak.
    And I am soon inside of the dark mansion.
    It is almost empty in here.
    I notice a set of spiral black staircases.
    They lead to a long narrow hallway.
    It is pitch black in the hallway.
    Like a darkness monster is eating it.
    "What are you doing here,
    Gabriella?"
    A voice hisses,
    Catching me off guard.
    I spin around to see Damien.
    But,
    His eyes are uncovered,
    And are a fierce blood red.
    I scream out,
    His hand instantly covers my mouth,
    And he pulls me into a dark room.
    "Damn it.
    You shouldn't be here.
    Oh God.
    This is bad.
    When Father gets home...
    Oh God.
    You have to leave."
    Damien says,
    His red eyes glowing in the darkness.
    "What are you?"
    I whisper.
    "You wont understand."
    He whispers.
    "A vampire?"
    I whisper.
    "What the ******** is that?
    No.
    I am not."
    His voice scares me now,
    It is not all soft and velvety,
    It is harsh and cold.
    "Please,
    Leave no--"
    He says,
    But he is cut short by heavy footsteps.
    "********.
    Hide....
    In here."
    His arm grabs mine,
    But I cannot see anything but his eyes,
    And I am forced into a damp and wet room.
    "My Son."
    That cold vice says.
    "Yes Father?"
    His voice sounds so sinister.
    "Your Mother says hello.
    That ******** angel."
    The cold voice says.
    "Yes.
    That angel."
    Damien whispers.
    "I am glad you are with me my boy,
    You will take over hell very nicely."
    What the ********?
    Him taking over hell?
    What is he?
    Is he the spawn of Satan?
    Holy Mother ********.
    I am stuck in the spawn of Satan's room.
    "I must go visit your other relatives."
    The voice says.
    I hear the heavy footsteps retreat.
    A arm grabs me,
    And I am pulled out of that room.
    "What the hell are you?"
    I whisper.
    "I...
    Look--"
    He says.
    But,
    I am running out of the house,
    Away from whatever the ******** that is.
    This has to be a dream.

    I sigh as I enter the safety of my own room.
    My parents are probably wonder what is wrong.
    Since I ran into my house so quickly.
    But,
    Can this be possible?
    I mean.
    Can the devil be in this Earth with us,
    And his son...
    I like the spawn of ******** Satan?
    I sit down on my comfortable bed.
    I mean it is super soft and like shapes with my body.
    I lay down,
    And I notice a movement from the corner of my eye,
    It was like someone was walking past my window,
    But how?
    I am on the second floor,
    And there are no trees near my window.
    I feel the hairs on the back of my neck rise up.
    I silently walk over,
    The moon is full and a pure white.
    There are no clouds in the sky,
    And the stars look like sparkles.
    There is nothing outside of my window,
    It must have been a bird,
    Right?
    I turn around,
    And standing right there is Damien.
    He instantly covers my mouth before I can scream,
    And he pins me against my white bedroom wall.
    "Shut up.
    Scream and I will kill you."
    His voice is so...
    Evil and sinister.
    ********!
    Just what I need,
    To get killed in my own room by Satan's son.
    Well,
    I will probably meet them down in hell.
    "Gabriella,
    Speak a word of what you heard.
    And I will end you so swiftly.
    I will be watching you."
    Damien says,
    As his cool hand leaves my mouth,
    Gently touching my cheek,
    And jawline.
    "Damien,
    I promise I wont."
    I whisper.
    He smiles at me,
    His red eyes are blazing.
    "Good.
    Cause I don't want to ruin that pretty face."
    Damien sweetly says into my ear.
    What ever happened to the good guys,
    Damien probably killed anyone hotter then him.
    "But,
    Just in case."
    Damien says,
    And his lips are locked with mine.
    I want to pull away,
    But I cant.
    I am dragged into the most wonderful kiss in my life.
    His lips seem to mold perfectly with mine.
    I gently touch his cheek,
    Then my fingers run up his face,
    Into his perfectly soft black hair.
    "See you Gabriella."
    Damien whispers,
    And then he is gone.
    Leaving me here,
    Thinking about that most amazing kiss ever.
    And I collapse on my bed,
    What is wrong with me,
    It is like I suddenly lost all of my balance.
    "Oh.
    One more thing."
    Damien says,
    As he suddenly appears next to me on my bed.
    "I took your soul darling."
    And with a wicked laugh he is gone.
    That ******** b*****d.


    "Hey Gabriella."
    I hear my friend shout.
    I slam my locker shut,
    Well,
    I try to.
    What is it like without a soul?
    That is what people would ask me.
    Well.
    It ******** sucks like hell.
    I mean,
    I have barely any strength,
    I don't seem to keep my thoughts in my head,
    And I feel as if I can never love another.
    My friend Zach is standing next to me.
    He is handsome,
    But he has a boyfriend right now,
    He is Bi.
    "Hey."
    I whisper.
    The hallways are almost empty,
    That is what I get for staying so late after school.
    Zach is always he trouble maker,
    So he was probably staying after for something.
    I have gotten way paler and weaker.
    My parents have noticed my dangerous weight loss.
    They think that I am anorexic.
    "What are you going to do today?"
    Zach asks,
    As he checks his phone and sends a text.
    "Sit around."
    I whisper.
    Zach nods his head at me,
    And he wanders away,
    "I have to meet up with Garret.
    Love you."
    Zach shouts back at me,
    As he exits the pale school doors.
    "Miss your soul yet?"
    A wicked voice laughs behind me.
    I spin around to see Damien.
    His eyes are uncovered and glowing a fierce dark red.
    "Uh...
    s**t."
    I whisper.
    He grins at me.
    I want to just punch him right now.
    "You look dead."
    He laughs.
    Why the ******** is he torturing me?
    I thought that he would be one of those nice and shy guys.
    Boy was I wrong.
    "Thanks to you."
    I growl,
    As I pick up my black binder,
    I have no more strength to carry a backpack around.
    I turn away from him,
    And begin to walk toward the doors.
    "Wait."
    Damien shouts.
    His cool hand grabs my arm,
    And he slams me against a locker,
    Sending a pain through my body.
    I let out a low whimper.
    "Shut up.
    Now,
    Listen to me."
    Damien says,
    As he holds me against the locker by my throat.
    I can feel my lungs cry for air,
    And everything starts to spin around.
    "I will give you back your soul,
    But!
    You have to marry me.
    When you turn eighteen."
    A sly grin appears on his face,
    I will be turning eighteen in a few weeks.
    "Damien,
    Let me go."
    I whisper,
    As I feel myself running dangerously out of breath.
    His grip around my throat loosens,
    And I collapse against the white tiled floor.
    "Well?"
    Damien whispers.
    I could tell him that I will,
    Then I can run away.
    "Yes."
    I whisper.
    Damien smiles at me,
    And he gently presses his lips against mine.
    Then,
    Everything goes black

    I have to leave this place now,
    I don't care how much my family will miss me,
    They will never understand,
    I still love them with all of my heart.
    I am sitting on my carpet,
    Struggling to put on my black knee-high Converses.
    I am wearing bright yellow skinny jeans,
    With a plain black shirt,
    And light grey vest.
    I don't care what I promised to Damien.
    I just hope that he wont find me.
    I have enough money saved up to go live with my Uncle in south Miami.
    He knows that I am running away.
    He thinks it is because I hate my parents.
    Well,
    Because he hates them.
    My Uncle is only twenty-nine,
    And he is the most biggest ******** player ever.
    He owns a mansion on the beach,
    Where he brings a lot of whore over.
    I silently stand up,
    Clutching my money to my chest.
    "Going somewhere?"
    A voice whispers into my ear,
    And I feel his body press against mine.
    "D-Dam-mien."
    I stutter.
    His arms are around my waist,
    And he turns me around to face him.
    "Did you actually think that you can run away from me.
    I mean,
    I can see everyone in this stupid planet.
    And you thought that I wouldn't find you.
    You were going to hide with your Uncle weren't you?"
    Damien says.
    "How?"
    I whisper.
    "Darling.
    I know you.
    I was holding on to your measly soul for like a week.
    You know that you would have gotten raped if you went."
    Damien says.
    "What are you talking about?"
    I try to avoid his gaze.
    "Your uncle,
    My Love.
    He would have raped you."
    Damien says,
    Making my heart jump.
    "Why would you want to marry me?
    Go mess with a b***h that hates life."
    I whisper.
    "But...
    Look.
    I fell for you."
    Damien says.
    Hm.
    I didn't even know that Satan's son could love.
    "Damien...
    I..."
    Do I love him,
    Well I know that I like him.
    He is gorgeous in so many ways.
    "Okay.
    When I seen you cry that one day.
    It broke my heart.
    That guy was my Father.
    He knew you were in my room,
    We are not stupid.
    He told me that since you know to much.
    That you must marry me,
    Or die."
    Damien whispers.
    Well...
    That is a rain on my parade.


    What should I do?
    Should I marry Damien or die?
    Well,
    If I marry Damien then I will die.
    But,
    If I don't then I will still die.
    I am laying on my bed,
    How can I sleep with all these thoughts running through my head.
    I was going to run away to my Uncle,
    But,
    I guess if I go,
    Then I will get raped by him.
    Wait,
    Does this mean that Damien can like see the future or something?
    Can he see that I marry him or not?
    Damn him and his hot evilness.
    How will my parents react when they find out that I am marrying Satan's son?
    "Decided yet?"
    A familiar voice whispers into my ear.
    I turn to face Damien.
    He is laying next to me on my bed.
    Wow.
    He has no shirt on,
    His body is pale and muscular.
    "I--I don't kn-ow."
    I whisper.
    "Its alright my bride."
    Damien says,
    As he gently touches me cheek.
    Do I love him yet?
    I don't know.
    Does he even love me?
    Or is he playing some joke on me?
    "Get some sleep."
    His voice is almost like a child's lullaby.
    He pulls me into him arms,
    My head rests on his chest,
    Is it weird that I don't hear a heartbeat?
    I just fall asleep right in his arms.
    ----Damien's Point of View----
    I love her,
    I actually love her.
    Ever since I seen her cry on the other side of the fence.
    My Father knows this.
    He wants me to marry her,
    Since he fell in love,
    And made the risk of letting her go.
    Her name was Carrie something.
    Eh.
    Who cares.
    Gabriella looks so peaceful.
    She is sleeping on my chest.
    Her brown and black hair is strewed all over my bare chest.
    Why am I shirtless?
    All well.
    She has a perfect smile on her lips.
    I need to get some sleep also.
    I think it is kind of odd.
    She couldn't sleep before I arrived,
    But look at her now.
    Yes,
    I can read thoughts.
    Creepy?
    No.
    I want her to marry me,
    I cannot kill her.
    Soon,
    The darkness closes in around me,
    Pulling me into a dream with me and Gabriella.