What happens when there were supposed to be 14 ghosts? I have added a character of my own, as the 13th ghost of the zodiac. But what happens, when the strangest of loves comes out of the house?

Royce/OC

disclaimer: STOP DEPRESSING ME ALREADY! I KNOW I DON'T OWN IT SO STOP SHOVING IT IN MY FACE! i do own Ellie Draven though, so you no steal, i no sue!

The 13th ghost

Ellie Draven was a perfectly normal girl in school, but she would never stay that way. She used to be popular, Girlfriend material was a definite under statement and idol was one of the words that sprang to your mind when you saw all the girls following her like a swarm of wasps to a pot of jam.

It all changed when the new girl, Catherine Belabed came to school.

At first she thought she was ok, if not a tiny bit sluttish, but she didn't really pay attention to it seeing as she didn't like to judge people by their looks. She hung around with her and her crew for a while, until she heard that Catherine was bitching about her behind her back.

Sure, Ellie wasn't bothered with people gossiping about her from the amount of times somebody had done it to her, but the things that Catherine said made it hard not to notice the strange looks she got from her classmates, not to mention some of the teachers.

That's when the fights started.

Ellie's friends ditched her to be with Catherine, hell, she even stole her boyfriend, but then she started getting the other girls to insult her, degrade her in the worst way possible, until it started to get physical.

The worst one had been when her old best friend and 4 other girls that had become complete sluts got her when she walked down an alley to get to her house. They'd kicked her and punched her till she bled, her jaw felt like it had broke, her body was bruised and she felt weak.

Then, before she even had time to register what else was going on, she felt the cool metal of a sharp blade go right into her stomach. Suddenly everything stopped and her eyes widened in shock and pain as she gripped her heavily bleeding wound in a small attempt to stop the bleeding. She heard some random slut scream at the one she had assumed stabbed her and then some other small girly screams. She looked up at them, the pain of the bruises on her face not even close to the gash in her stomach, and managed to get a good look at them.

Amy, Bethany, Darla, Lilac, Lucy, Sarah and Stephanie. Some of her used-to-be closest friends.

They all looked at her, then around cautiously, before spitting on the ground beside her and running off.

She finally succumbed to the beckoning call of fatigue and fell down flat on her face, earning herself a small graze on her cheek that she was too tired to register.

In those few moments drifting in between consciousness and the death she knew was approaching fast, she decided that those sluts were going down.

She swore revenge on them and the others who made her life hell, the ones that betrayed her, the ones that loved her and left her, but most importantly,

Catherine.

The feel of her heart slowly stopping, and the blood quickly draining her system was almost...addicting. It felt like nothing she'd ever felt before, all time itself was lost and she didn't know how long she'd been lying there.

Suddenly her breathing stopped, her heart stopped pumping the crimson blood through her veins, and her eyes stayed open in a lifeless stare into the direction the girls had ran.

But it wasn't the end.

It was just the beginning.

(Should I end there? Hmm?

Ok, I won't. I got to much imagination to stop there! Keep scrolling down!)

Amy and Bethany's demise came pretty quickly; almost a month after Ellie had died. It didn't take long for her to find where they were at, all she really had to do was find the nearest strip club and there they'd be.

Ellie laughed insanely and span round in circles around the road, before coming upon the sign she'd been looking for.

' Le maison des réves' the sign said in red neon letters. She smiled before looking down a bit more to see another sign saying ' where your wildest fantasies come true'.

" Ha ha, what an original name" she said sarcastically, pressing her fingers gently up and down the knife that was used to end her life.

She shrugged and walked in through the wall, and laughed again at seeing how many men were in there and how loud the music was. There were pole dancers in only thongs strutting their stuff on stage as she saw old men getting blowjobs by 14 year olds dressed in mini skirts that didn't even have a purpose they were so small, nothing covering the top half of their body and high stilettos on.

" Humph, typical Amy" she said, crossing her arms and looking around in disgust, before her eyes came across the room she was looking for.

Unbeknownst to her, somebody was watching her every movement from over the other end of the room, strange looking glasses on and short brown hair, wearing a black suit with a red silk dinner shirt with the top buttons undone. A young girl walked over to him, her hips swaying seductively, and with the outfit she was wearing, it didn't leave much to the imagination.

With a serving tray in one hand, and a large shot of vodka in the other, she bent over in front of him, giving him a large show of her cleavage, before eyeing him up and down.

" Anything I can get you, sir?" she purred in a supposedly seducing bad American accent, biting her lip in fake expectancy and fluttering her way over-made up fake eye lashes. The man looked her and smiled lazily, before shaking his head.

" No, I'm good thanks" the man said in an American accent. She shrugged and dropped the act, standing up and straightening her leather skirt, before chuckling rudely.

" You're missing out, geek" she said in a cockney accent, muttering the last part under her breath and walking off.

Dennis Rafkin glared daggers at the girl through his spectre glasses that Cyrus had given him, before looking at the sexy woman on stage, saying that her name was 'cherry-pop'.

Ellie, meanwhile, was thoroughly repulsed by what she saw in the room she just entered.

There was Bethany and Amy, stripped to their birthday suits, participating in various sexual antics with a numerous amount of men.

Amy was wedged in between two men, possibly in their mid twenties, one of their back on a pink heart shaped bed, and the other kneeling behind her, rocking back and forth and adding to the erratic grunting sounds that seemed to echo through the room.

Sarah on the other hand was looking like some kind of sex machine, her hands filled with dick, her mouth filled with dick, and everything else that could hold dick.

Ellie nearly dropped her knife in disgust and shock as her eyes were staring in horror at what was happening. SHE didn't even know that someone could pleasure 5 men simultaneously! And even if she did, she didn't really like the idea of it.

She finally snapped out of her disgusted state of mind and took a good look at the girls, before walking and sitting on an unoccupied red velvet chair and waiting until they finished.

As the night progressed, and the number of men diminished, she was finally waiting for the last one to leave. She almost felt sorry for the boy who was probably younger than her; the acne and crude hair cut spelling it out in big blue bold letters, and the way that he looked so embarrassed by what the girls were doing to him wasn't that hard to miss either. Amy was pleasuring herself on the other side of the bed with a WAY oversized dildo, and Bethany was ' riding him like a cowboy' as she so modestly put.

When the girls had finished up, they literally snatched his money and shoved him out the room.

Now was the perfect timing.

She slowly walked over to her and made her voice echo of the walls in a whisper, making the two girls look up and around, trying to pin point the voice's whereabouts.

" Hello?" Amy asked, and when there was no reply, she and Bethany just looked at each other and shrugged, although the air was still tense.

She smirked silently, before quickly plunging her knife in the back of Amy's neck, causing her to scream an window shattering scream in pain and caused Bethany to quickly look up and join her in screaming at seeing the blood rushing out her neck.

Ellie withdrew the knife, before again shoving it back into her neck quicker than the first one.

Amy soon stopped screaming and fell to the floor, her body going into a spasm attack as the after shock racked through it, but Bethany's screams still remained.

Ellie grinned maliciously at the fine work she'd done of the dead slut, before the other girl's screams registered and she looked up slowly to her.

She could hear some people running towards the door, so she decided this one had to be quick.

In the blink of an eye, her knife slashed against Bethany's throat and the screaming stopped, only to be replaced by a strangled gurgling sound as she held her throat tightly, the blood pouring freely down her chest and onto the floor, joining with the other blood pooled around the dead girl.

Some of the bodyguards broke through the door, and Bethany quickly looked up, which was a big mistake. Her windpipe teared in three separate places, spraying everyone in a close range in blood and she gasped, her eyes wide in agony and her breathing slowed down, but was croaky and wheezing.

Satisfied with her work, Ellie smiled that crazy smile and walked out, going through some of the other slut's bodies and making them shiver, before walking out, quite proud with herself.

2 down, 25 to go.

If only she'd known what Dennis was REALLY there for.

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