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Tokio Hotel
The lead singer is Bill Kaulitz, the guitarist with dreadlocks is his identical twin Tom. I do my research, thank you.
Believe it or not, the lead singer is a guy. For real. They're a German band, formerly know as Devilish. They recently translated some of their songs into English. I would tell you lots more, but I'm supposed to be doing my homework.
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This is my favorite song, Rette Mich.

"Seven Minutes In Heaven"

You can't find true love in a dark closet. Maybe you can meet someone, make a connection, but it's not love. Love takes time to grow. It's not a movie, not cliche. Wouldn't it be nice if life was cliche, had background music, everything was predictable, and every time you randomly burst into song and started dancing the people around you would automatically know that words and steps? But it doesn't work that way. Pay attention to the people around you, you may suprised and how little you know.

Chapter The Next ~ Bden's Point Of View

You tell me everything will be all right,
I cross my heart and hope to die,
Maybe I won’t feel a thing,
So give me novacaine

“Erm.. Brendon?” Everyone was staring at me.
“What?” I asked, frustrated. I was irritable because I found out that it was definite that Pete and I were going to have to fight Gabrielle. I didn’t want to kill her, but there was no way I was letting her take me back to those bloodsuckers.
“What are you singing?” Patrick asked. He’d been the one who’d spoken before. He had orange-ish hair and dark brown eyes. He was probably nicest of us, kinder than most people actually, and yet he was still a Slayer.
“I can’t even make up my own lyrics to Green Day anymore?” I demanded.
“God, don’t bite my head off Brendon. I was just asking,” he replied. “What’s the matter with you anyway? You’ve been a bit off all night.”
The other Slayers chimed in with “Yeah”s and “Are you okay?”s.
“I’m fine!” I snapped.
“No, you’re not.” That was Gerard. He was the newest of the Slayers. He was pretty perceptive when it came to how someone was feeling, but it was pretty obvious that I was pissed tonight. He’d joined our ranks after we’d jumped him, mistaking him for a vampire because of his pale skin, red eyes (he wears contacts) and gracefulness.
“I just don’t want kill M&M…” I muttered, using my nickname for Gabrielle. I called her that because of her middle name, Emmy. All the Slayers had called her Emmy, but she dropped it after she turned.
Everyone looked at me sympathetically. They knew I’d taken her betrayal pretty hard.
Pete, being the complete moron that he is, refused to let me wallow in self-pity. “We just won’t kill her then,” he announced.
“What are you going to do then?” Hayley asked. Hayley was the most practical of us. Whenever we got emotional she forced us to look at the facts. “Kidnap her? We can’t let her go, she’ll just try harder. And we can’t keep her contained forever either.”
I stood up and grabbed a spike. Wooden spikes through the heart don’t kill vampires, but it does slow them down. We practice with them, so we can slow the vampire down long enough to kill it. I twirled it in my hands, then threw it across the warehouse that was Patrick’s house and headquarters. It landed right on target, through a lampshade.
Everyone stared at me. None of them were strong enough to throw a heavy spike the 50 feet it was from where I stood to the lampshade. I was pretty strong, strong enough to handle a vampire, that is.
Hayley immediately tried to calm me down. “We’ll figure something out Brendon, don’t worry.”
I glared at her. “How can I not worry? My ex-best friend is trying to kidnap me, and I’m gonna have to kill her!” It seemed hopeless.
Hayley hugged me. I didn’t hug her back. She was very short, so she had to crane her neck to look up at me through her unnaturally orange bangs. “Everything’s going to be all right.”
“Or so you tell me…” I grumbled, unwrapping her arms from around me.
The song I’d been singing earlier reverberated through my head as I went and sat back down to listen to the other Slayers’ plans on other vampires and other things.

You tell me everything will be all right,
I cross my heart and hope to die,
Maybe I won’t feel a thing,
So give me novacaine

I am like, really really bored so I'm gonna blog until my fingers fall off..

I have pretty piktshures of Amy Lee, and I'm mad at Rhiannon because she promised me the Amy, Rhiannon and I could get married to each other but then she and Amy went and got married on the moon without me! How rude!
Amy says that she's misunderstood, she's not some emo moody Goth. "I'm only miserable when I sing." She says that she pours everything into her music, and she's not depressed in real life at all.
I think she rocks.

More Helena

I did my research, found out what the song's about, watched it again, cried.
It's about Gerard's grandma Elena, yeah I know you're thinking "It's his grandma, so what?", but if you watch it, you see how much feeling he puts into it. He says that she was always really important to him, and supportive of his band, while others were not, and he misses her. A lot.
I was feeling cry-ish already, annnnd... I watched it and cried. Then I realized my flying spaghetti monster was missing, threw a fit, and cried some more.
O.o I sound so emo..
ta!

me!

my new word is whatgives.
apparently, pete wentz and i think alike, seeing as we both wrote about the music or the misery. i swear i didn't know that song existed when i wrote that.
eeyore is my supaa dupaa jepha jeta moomoo. ask away if you like, there's no guaranteeing i'll reply. eeyore is emo, don't deny it.
my favorite colour is black, at the moment. tomorrow it'll probably be topaz.
my eyes have silver lining. (i just bought a silver eye crayon)
hello kitty is rad.
pleather and zoot suits will make a comeback, just you wait. i'm going to buy a red pleather bomber jacket and wear it everyday. over a pair of overalls, a grunge hat, a mood shirt and mismatched neon tube socks and ankle boots. (can you tell i've been reading a 'bad fashion' book?)
i prefer briticisms. they're awesoem. that is not a typo.
it bugs me that no one comments. i know you read, so please leave a little recognition.
i'm bored.
it's 10:04 pm.
it's spring break, today's thursday.
now, you ask questions in the comments, i anonymously tell the whole world about me.
ttfn, as tigger would say.

PS - i don't like bambi.

Chapter Three is an UP!

“Just give up now, bloodsucker! Promise it won’t hurt too much.” He bared his teeth at me. It freaked me out how he did that. He was human, after all. It takes a lot to freak a vampire out.
“Never!” I responded. (Vampires are very cliché.) Why did he seem so familiar? It didn’t matter anyways. I just had to get away. I couldn’t kill him, and he knew it. I decided to go on the offensive, to surprise him.
“Wentz, this is your last chance.” I stepped forward, possibly to my own death. I lowered myself in to a cat-like crouch, a position I often took before I pounced. I had a hidden motive though. I was now crouched on a sewage grate. One stomp and I would be free from this dead-end alley he’d trapped me in.
“What are you going to do? Rip my throat out? I thought you were intelligent, Roth.” He hadn’t noticed what I was standing on. Typical. Humans are a lot less perceptive than vampires. “Werewolves rip throats out.”
“Werewolves aren’t real, smartass.” And then I stomped on the grate, shattering the metal bars beneath me. I easily dropped the 20 feet to the ground, and took off down a waste pipe. I knew he couldn’t follow me fast enough. By the time he got to the bottom, I’d be long gone.

I came out of my flashback. I was sitting on the arm of William’s throne. (He does himself well, doesn’t he?) Why was it that Wentz was so familiar even then? I wished I could remember my human life. William said that it had been a minor complication and I’d just been a normal, unassuming human before he’d found me and bitten me. It seemed to me like he was lying. But why would he lie? What was he hiding?
I looked down at him. Even though he was abnormally tall, I was taller from where I sat. He was watching me. I looked into his bottomless black eyes. He was the only vampire, ever, to have black eyes, and one of the few to have double fangs.
“William, are you lying to me?”
“What would I be lying to you about, Roth?” He’d used my last name. What did that mean? I was going to lose sight of my mission if I kept focusing on William.
“About my human life.” I answered him quietly. I still hadn’t broken eye contact.
He carefully took my ice cold hand in his. “I’m not lying to you about anything. Why would I lie?”
Why did he have to have such beautiful eyes? They were so much prettier than my own garnet ones. I could feel all my worries slipping away. “Well, it’s just that Wentz and Urie seem so familiar…”
He smiled reassuringly at me. “You probably knew some people like them when you were alive.”
I couldn’t help but giggle. What was the matter with me?
He smiled too. “What?”
“I don’t know.. It just sounds so weird.. ‘When you were alive..’” I mocked him in a friendly sort of way. For once, he wasn’t ordering me around. He was actually kind of nice when he wasn’t being King. No! Bad thoughts Gabrielle! William’s not nice! He’s evil!
But part of me was thinking he wasn’t so bad after all…

These words slip through the cracks in between my fingers.
Which came first?
The music or the misery?

It's too much work,
being someone you aren't.
You'll never win.

Those who are true to themselves,
will survive.
They'll continue to walk this earth,
when all the fakers have died.
In the apocolypse of lies.

These words slip through the cracks in between my fingers.
The misery came first.

Love For A Vampire - Chap 2 - Brendon's POV

"Hey man!" Pete slid into the passenger seat of the car. "I have news for you."
"Good or bad?" I asked.
"Depends. You like fighting vampires?"
I turned to look at him before starting the car. "Sometimes I really question your sanity, Pete."
He laughed. "Remember Gabrielle?" How could I forget her? She had been my best friend.. before she betrayed us.
-Flashback-
"I'm sorry Brendon... I have to do this." She kissed my cheek before turning to go.
"No." I caught her wrist. "You don't have to! We can protect you!"
She smiled at me sympathetically. "I can't hide forever, Brendon. Best to surrender with some dignity left."
And then she left. To him. To become one of them.
-End Flashback-
That had been two years ago. The Leech (that's what all the Slayers called William) had decided he wanted Gabrielle to join his cult. She was hunted, and she fought them, better than any of the other Slayers. But she gave up. And turned into one of them. "Well, anyways, I heard that The Leech assigned her to capture both of us. Alive. Won't that be fun?" The other Slayers hadn't forgiven her for betraying us. I wondered if she remembered us.
"Uh, sure man. Lots of fun," I said half-heartedly. Thankfully, Pete either didn't notice or didn't care. I was glad. I didn't feel like explaining I was still in love with her. Maybe if I'd told her that she wouldn't have given up. Not that it made a difference anymore. She'd made her choice.
"What do you think she's gonna do though? I mean, if she has to bring us back alive?" I wondered aloud.
"I dunno," Pete replied. "I wonder why The Leech wants us alive.."
"Probably to torture us or something.." I pulled the car out of his driveway and and down the street towards Patrick's house.

Chap 1 - My writing doesn't suck too bad does it?

I suppose I should introduce myself. I really don't want to. I'll tell you the only thing you need to know. I'm a vampire.

"Gabrielle! Are you still with us?" I snapped back to reality. "Of course William. I just got a little sidetracked. What were you saying?"
"I was saying that I have a mission for you."
"Oh? Pray tell." God, William drove me crazy. And not in the in-love-with-you kind of way. He was so high and mighty, like he was King Of The Universe. Although, I suppose he really was. He was the leader of The Cult for a reason. He was the best, and with followers, he could make anything happen. He wanted somebody dead? Done, by the next day. He even could control who won the election for President if he wanted. Did i mention he was a vampire, too?
"Your mission is this; Pete Wentz and Brendon Urie. Alive."
"Are you kidding me?" He had to be joking. The top two Vampire Slayers? No way. Others in The Cult had tried, and failed, to capture them. They were the elite. And I was a relatively new vampire. Only two years, but I was still better than others. I was the youngest in The Cult. You might be thinking that The Cult includes all vampires, but it doesn't. It's William's favorites, hand chosen and trained by him.
"I do not 'kid' people, Gabbie." I hated that nickname. I wanted to explode at him, make him respect me. But I couldn't. He would kill me then and there, and not look back once.
"So, let's get this straight. I, the youngest in The Cult, have to capture the top two vampire slayers, and bring them back here, alive?" I asked.
"That is correct." He responded. Others in the circle shifted. They knew I was temperamental. I had forgotten that we were at a Gathering. I sighed. I'd fought Urie before, and I knew his blood sang for me. It was going to be very difficult, fro two reasons. 1) As I've already explained, they were the best and 2) I wasn't sure if I was going to be strong enough to resist Urie's blood. "I suppose I have no choice, " I said sullenly.
"Of course you don't." William smiled, revealing his double fangs. "Meeting adjourned."

Well, here goes nothing. I thought.





*Note - this is roughly based on a fob music video, roughly being the key word! pete isn't a vampire.. yet xD... the music video is "A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More 'Touch Me'"*

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