~Prologue~
I hate them all; all those DAMN conformists. Then, why did HE always catch my attention? He's the worst of them all. I hate him! Shouldn't I? Why is it that my attention isn't caught by Evan. Wait, that was a fag thought. My attention shouldn't have been caught any fucking guy.
By any means necessary, I need to get these thoughts out of the way…
The walk to 'His' house was long. The night was cold, and dark; the ground, full of snow and slick. Then, before I knew it…I stood before his house. I climbed up a tree then knocked on his bedroom window. No answer. I knocked again. No answer. I lost my patience, so I roughly opened the window and crawled in.
I looked around the room and found 'him' sleeping soundlessly in his bed. I frowned and walked towards him. He still had his vampire teeth in his mouth, and Clamato Juice around his mouth.
I bent down and licked the Clamato off his face, but then his lips caught mine as they hovered over his. My eyes widened, but I didn't pull away. Instead I deepened the kiss. Then I realized how gay this was. I pulled away and quickly fell to the ground. This was a good time for coffee and a smoke. Since I don't have coffee at this time, I'll just smoke.
I lit the cigarette and placed it in my mouth. "What is that smell?" 'he' asked. I looked up and stared him in the face. He looked calm but scared all in the same moment. I stood and walked over to his bed and sat by his feet. He sat next to me. "What are you doing here?" he asked.
I ignored his question and pinned him down to the bed. "Know this…the next thing that's going to happen to you, you brought all upon yourself. You couldn't leave us goths' alone could you?"
What I did next was too graphic for even me to understand…
