Blood Sucker (Jayy xxx Dahvie) PaRt OnEI lick my dry and cracking lips for the thousandth time, handing off the signed poster to the blurring fan in front of me. My vision was off-focus, everything warped and slightly fuzzy.I had to get blood, and fast.I hadn't had blood in nearly a week, and if i didn't get some tonight i would most likely end up comatose. The fan moves on, just another forgetful face in the crowd. I tense as the next fan walks up to me, squinting my eyes and trying to focus. It was a young man, about 17 or 18. All i could see was a blonde mop of hair and the bright pink t-shirt he was holding out for me to sign. I smile and take the shirt, trying to act norm
Blood on the Dance FloorBlood on the Dance Floor,May be unknown to many,But will rise to the top.A band with only good intentions,Yet has been hurt,But never backing down.A band,Speaking from their heart,Knowing they want to make a difference,In this falling world.Music that has cleared the thoughts,And minds,Of many.Some people,Don't like this band,Because they've only heard the silly songs,The songs that get people happy and joyful.Well,If you've got nothing nice to say,Don't say anything.In my experience,Blood on the Dance Floor has helped many,Including my friend.These songs have deeper meanings.A good band,Fille
The Scent Of Jayy Von Monroe... +PART THREE+"I'm sorry. It's just...you are my best friend and i really like you...and i kept trying to get your attention 'cause i thought maybe you might like me back. As more than a friend. I'm so sorry, i see it now. I know you just want to be friends, and i don't blame you. I'm ugly and fat and you...you're perfect, Jayy. I won't try anything anymore." I fake a smile at him."We can be friends now. Normal friends." I pause, shrugging his arm off of my shoulder and standing up. I feel so humiliated. I've made such a fool out of myself. I wouldn't blame Jayy if he didn't talk to me for the rest of my god damn life."I'm gonna go to my room now. Sorr
The Scent Of Jayy Von Monroe... +PART ONE+I hold the flashlight nervously, the bright beam of light slightly shivering. I brush my hair away from my face once again, sighing in frustration. It had been almost two hours now, and I still hadn't worked up the courage to open Jayy's door. I clench the flashlight tighter. My hand was beginning to get sweaty. I slowly move forward, deciding it was now or never. Jayy would be up in an hour and a half or so. I move closer to Jayy's door, wincing as I step on a loose floor board. The squeak that came from it sounded like an avalanche. I move forward more, wincing as it squeaks again. After what seems like a lifetime, I finally make it to Jayy
Dusty Nights: PT 2The next day, Willow knew what she was going to do. She was going to escape. Jacob had been the one to find her, wishing to say Merry Christmas before he went with his family on vacation. He had quickly packed a duffel bag full of her clothes and a few wads of money that he knew Willow kept stashed in her bottom dresser drawer while the police and an ambulance arrived.Now all that was left was to wait. She just had to wait for the right moment. She started to figure out a plan in her mind, and before night had fallen, she knew exactly what she was going to do. She smiled to herself in the dimming sunlight, the first smile in two weeks.Aro