"My Immortal"
"Vampire, I can't believe you cheated on me with Draco!"
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Edited by Janis

Chapter 17

AN: I said stop flaming the story! If you're a prep then don't read it! You can tell whether you're a prep or not by my quiz; it's on my homepage. If you're not then you rock. If you are then FUCK OFF! PS Willow isn't really a prep. Raven, please do this, I'll promise to give you back your poster!
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Tom Rid gave us some clothes and stuff for free. He said he would help us with our makeup if we wanted because he was really into fashion and stuff. (he's bisexual). Hargrid kept shouting at us to come back to Hogwarts. "what the fuck Hagrid?" I shouted angrily. "Fuck off you fucking bastard." Well anyway, Willow came. Hargrid went away angrily.

"Hey bitch, you look kawaii." she said.

"Yeah but not as kawaii as you." I answered sadly because Willow's really pretty and everything. She was wearing a short black corset-thing with blood red lace on it and a black blood-red miniskirt, leather fish-nets and black pointy boots that showed off how pale she was. She had a really nice body with big boobs and everything. She was thin enough to be anorexic.

"So Are you going to the concert with Draco?" she asked.

"Yeah." I said happily.

"I'm going with Diabolo." she answered happily. Well anyway, Draco and Diabolo came. They were both looking extremely hot and sexy and you could tell they thought we were hot too. Diabolo was wearing a black t-shirt that said '666' on it. He was wearing tons of makeup just like Marylin Manson. Draco was wearing black leather pants, a gothic black GC t-shirt and black Vans he got from the Warped tour. B'loody Mary was going to the concert with Dracula. Dracula used to be called Neville but it turned out that he was kidnapped at birth and his real family were vampires. They died in a car crash. Neville converted to Satanism and he went goth. He was in Slytherin now. He was wearing a black Warped t-shirt, black jeans and shoes and black hair with red streaks in it. We call him Dracula now. Well anyway, we all went to Draco's black Mercedes Benz (get it because we're gothic) that his dad Lucian gave him. We did pot, coke and crack. Draco and I made out. We made fun of those stupid fucking preps. We soon got there...I gasped.

Gerard was the sexiest guy ever! He looked even sexier than he did in pictures. He had long raven black hair and piercing blue eyes. He was really skinny and he had an amazing ethnic voice. We moshed to Helena and some other songs. Sudenly Gerard pulled off his mask. So did the other members. I gasped. It wasn't Gerard at all! It was an ugly preppy man with no nose and red eyes... Everyone ran away but me and Draco. Draco and I came. It was...Vloxemort and the Death Dealers!

"YOU moronic idiots!" he shouted angstily. "Ebony, I told you to kill Vampire. Thou have failed. And now...I shall kill thou and Draco!"

"No no please!" We begged sadly but he took out his knife.

Sudenly a gothic old man flew in on his broomstick. He had long black hair and a long black beard. He was wearing a black robe that said 'avril lavigne' on the back. He shouted a spell and Vloxemort ran away. It was...DUMBLEDORE!

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