'Immortally Yours; When a goth loves a prep.' Jeff is your typical werewolf witch goth, when he meets & falls for a preppy whitelighter named Adam, he learns that maybe their labels aren't so different after all. Very loosely inspired by the infamous My Immortal. It is not My Immortal, it is spelled much better than My Immortal, it isn't really a parody of My Immortal, contains no spoilers of or characters of Harry Potter or My Immortal. I may however poke at certain things from My Immortal. See something similar, it is intentional. Also, this is not Harry Potter either. This started out as crackfic & done as amusement. Once again, it's only inspired. It is NOT a parody or a remake. If something is misspelled, it is either a typo, mistake, or intentional. Some things are inspired by Charmed. I own rights to nothing, none of this ever happened & the characters are fictional. Jedam, Jay/Heath, Punk, my OC Gerard, Randy, others. This story has a message of acceptance actually under all the humor. If it's not deleted. Gerard Davis is my OC that I made up. I promise.
Immortally Yours;
Chapter one/ 'My Immortal Not'
Rated; M/ L (non-graphic mentions of necrophilia & bestiality, cross-dress, labels, smoking)
His name was Jeffrey Nero Bloody Enigma Hardy and he was a something year student at a magic school that was in.. well, it was hidden by magic.. He was seventeen.
Jeff got out of his bed, it was a dog bed, for he was a werewolf, you see, and took off his baggy Fozzy t-shirt and baggy black pajamas that had pentagrams all over them and slipped into some black baggy pants, a black tank top and black boots and a red studded belt that had a long chain attached to it and clipped to the first loop on his jeans, he slipped some red fishnet armbands over his tattooed arms and changed the black plugs in his ears to dark red. Jeff fixed his long hair that was dyed purple and blue with a bleached blond streak in the front up in a high bun and put on black lipstick and eyeliner. He was a goth, or a Hawt Topik mall-goth, in case no one could tell.
His mother had been taken by vampires when he was very young and his father went insane. One night while hunting with his father for the vampires that killed his mom, Jeff was bitten by a werewolf and he killed his father in an accidental blind rage a few nights later. Jeff lived with his brother now. All of this left him very depressed. He wasn't a cutter, but liked to jump off high things like ladders instead. They called him a daredevil.
Jeff looked at his chipping black nail polish as his brother Matt got up, grinned at him and flipped his long curly black hair, the motion making him dizzy and Matt tripped and fell out of bed.. then he opened his dark brown eyes and said "ow.."
Jeff watched his older brother hold his head and said. "What are you doing in my room, motherfucker?" And he stuck a cigarette between his plump black painted lips, cupping a hand over it before flicking the lighter. He took a deep drag, exhaling smoke through parted lips. "You have a room."
Matt gazed around. "Oh, fuck.. Sorry, Jeff.. I must'a been so fucking wasted last night.." Matt scratched at his hair. "Breakfast..?"
Jeff took another drag. "Had a late snack last night. That fucking yipping dog of the neighbors. I fucking mauled that bitch." He said with a sadistic grin.
"That's... nice, Jeff.." His brother said. "You didn't hump it, did you?"
"Ew.. no, Matt, that's sick." He snarled.
"Cuz poor Lucas still remembers the night you humped him on the couch."
"Whatever." Jeff said. His brother was a bit of what Jeff considered to be a poser, but he was family and the only family Jeff had left so he tried to look over it.
Jeff could see the disgust under the faux encouragement he painted on his spray-tanned face.
"You think it's gross." He tapped his ashes on the floor. "And yet you always ask me to bite you."
"It'd be different if I was one, I wouldn't be grossed out if I craved it." Matt reasoned.
"No one wants this curse, Matty." Jeff wrapped his lips back around the cigarette and smiled around it. He was a liar. He loved being a werewolf. Ripping shallow little preps apart was the only thing that made him happy anymore.. that and jumping off of things onto people to rip them apart.. Years of being a werewolf had left Jeff toned and fit and strong, he was fast and agile and could fuck like a beast. Geddit, cuz he's a werewolf. Jeff stubbed out his smoke and patted Matt on the cheek as he walked past. "Gonna be late, big brother." He grabbed his black jacket that had all kinds of chains and zippers on it and his backpack that had the Fozzy logo in a cool bloody font.
I failed to mention that Jeff was also a witch.. though, as the boy in this story, he'd probably prefer warlock or some shit.. He set off. Charmed Magic Academy- geddit, cuz I like Charmed and it's a magic school like in Charmed- was hard to find if you were mortal. It was only accessible by taking a secret path through Shadows Cemetery and passing through the forest, past the Hollow and an old barn where tons of people had been murdered by a creepy old man. People with magical powers or lived supernatural occult lives went there. There were lots of cool goths, but there were also preps. Goth and preps hated each other. It didn't matter if they were all magical or monsters, preps and goths just plainly dressed different and liked different things and that was considered a sin by high school standards.
By the time Jeff got to school, he found Phillip Jack Brooks sitting on the steps of the school with Gerard Sassy Vampire Pixie Davis. Phil was a punk, so they called him CM Punk. The CM possibly stood for; Child Murderer, Charles Manson, Cookie Monster, Cut Me or Chicago Made.. the last one was absurd. He was wearing faded jeans with holes all in them and a black Misfits t-shirt with a black jacket and a silver studded belt and faded red Converses. He nudged the boy in front of him.
"C'mon, you know you want to. Go out with me tonight? It'll be fucking awesome. Gerard? I know you hear me, bitch."
Gerard continued to move the pencil across the paper as he drew. "No." He shook his shoulder length black hair out from in front of his hazel eyes and licked his lips. Gerard was wearing a short pleated black skirt with an old Iron Maiden shirt and black fishnet armbands, he wore black and purple striped tights and black high-heeled boots that came up to under his knees with all kinds of chains and straps on them. He wore lots of red makeup around his eyes. You may think he's a girl, but he actually has a penis. Gerard was also a vampire. His parents had been vampires and well, he was born a fucking vampire.
Punk sat back and sighed. "Why not?"
"You just want to get in my panties.." He looked up and smirked, raking his hair behind his ear. His nails were painted black because it just demanded mentioning. "Which are tight, tiny, black lace, by the way.." He went back to his drawing.
Punk twitched. "Fuck.." He moved down a step behind Gerard and grabbed his shoulders, massaging hard. "C'mon.. I'll be gentle."
Gerard grunted and jerked away. "Maybe I like it rough."
"I can be rough. Take you in the bathroom right now and fucking wreck you."
Gerard groaned. "Fuck off, I have a boyfriend and he don't like you and I can't let him kill you cuz we're in the same labeled group of people." Gerard flipped his hair back.
"Leave him alone, Punk." Jeff said, plopping down and lighting another cigarette.
"Ugh, get that shit away from me." Punk scooted away.
Gerard snickered, angrily tracing over a line to make it darker. "A punk kid that don't smoke."
"He's all mister straightedge." Jeff teased, blowing smoke through his nostrils.
"That shit'll kill you. You can get cancer if you choose, I don't want it." Punk folded his arms.
Jeff blinked. "Punk.. I'm goth and a depressed magical witch werewolf who jumps off ladders. What do I care? It's just a nice slow form of suicide."
"Maybe we should exclude punks from our inner circle. Just us goths." Gerard said.
"And emos, oh my god.." Some stupid preppy fucker named Barbie Kelly Kelly Blank said as she ran up the stairs and away from the goffikness.
Jeff flipped her the bird and continued to smoke. Gerard threw a rock at her and she cried out as she was struck in the back of the head and fell down. "I'm NOT emo!" He shouted.
"Nice shot." Jeff said, impressed. "She'll turn out to be one of those good witches."
"Ugh, I hate her so much." Gerard said, disgusted. "We should kill her to stop that from happening."
"And then have that super-sized goth freak Kane rape her corpse. He's a necro, right?" Punk put in.
"I think that was just a rumor." Jeff tapped his ashes, hissing at more preps as they walked by, sticking their surgically repaired noses in the air as they did so.
"Nobody ever saw that Katie Vick chick again.." Gerard said, back to drawing.
"Preppy cheerleader slut. Who cares?" Jeff took another drag and offered the rest to Gerard who took it happily.
"Oh!" Punk said, thinking of something. He got out his cellphone and texted. Jeff's phone went off, his ringtone was Fozzy's 'Enemy'. He checked it. The message said. 'Are you going to the Fozzy concert this week?'
Jeff texted back. 'I did nut no dey had one.'
Punk shook his head. 'You are such a poser! I can't believe you didn't know! And don't text like that.'
Jeff hit the keys quickly and hit send. 'Lik whut? R U gong?'
Punk made a face. 'Am I gong? What the hell does that mean?' .. 'Oh! Am I going? Yeah. I have extra tickets if you wanna go.'
Jeff snorted. 'Eww.. I donut lik U lik dat..'
Punk hung his head. 'Not as lovers, you stupid dumb fuck. I want to see if I can get the pixie to go with me, you can find your own date.'
Jeff nodded. 'Kewl. Whut R U waring?'
Punk sighed. "Stop texting like that, you illiterate jackass!" He said out loud.
Jeff looked back at him defiantly. "Your words don't hurt me, Punk."
"I'll make words hurt you. I'll hit you with a dictionary!" Punk growled.
"Whatever." Jeff stubbed out his smoke.
William Jason Reso stood on the stairs. He was wearing beige khakis and a long-sleeved white shirt with a blue jacket and dark blue Nike's, his blond hair was cut short and spiked up just a bit, he had piercing blue eyes and usually wore a perfect toothed smile. Today he frowned at the goths on the steps. "Oh look, Heath. Goths. Remember what I taught you."
"Right, Daddy. Pout at them." Heath Miller Slater narrowed his chocolate brown eyes, puckering his lips, neck stuck out and long flaming red locks of hair framing his face. He opened his eyes up and looked at his boyfriend for approval. He had long red hair and brown eyes, as that has been stated, and was dressed in a pink short-sleeved polo shirt with a little fox on the left side of the chest and a tight faded jean skirt with white Nike's and pink socks.
"Yeah. That works." Jay shook his head.
All three goth boys were looking back, Gerard hissed.
"Get the fuck out of here!" Jeff shouted.
Jay made a face and drug Heath away. "They're scary, Daddy." The redhead said.
"Yes, precious. They're dangerous. They like that black magic and worship Satan, they'll curse you or put a spell on you because they hate that we're different." Jay explained.
"Because they wear all black and hate everything, Daddy?" Heath asked, batting his eyes and pouting his lips.
Jay smiled. "That's right, precious. They're evil magic and we're good magic. We can't mingle with them." He kissed Heath's puckered lips and carried his books to class.
Outside, Jeff shook his head and lit another smoke. "Fucking preps. I hate them all."
Just then a stunning boy with long blond hair that seemed to wave perfectly in the wind walked up the street. He gave a big warm closed-mouth grin and blinked his lovely hazel green eyes. He clutched his books to his chest, his hair bouncing with each step. He wore blue jeans and a white t-shirt with dark blue Converses.
"Oh, fucking great.." Gerard groaned. "Here comes another fucking preppy slut."
His name was Adam Joseph Copeland and he was new to the school this year. Adam smiled brightly at Jeff as he walked up the stairs.
"Right, Jeffy..? We should kill them all.." Gerard mumbled on.
But Jeff couldn't hear him or think or speak. Jeff felt this funny feeling in his chest, like he couldn't breathe or was dying. Usually, this was a pleasant feeling and no cause for alarm.. but right now.. it felt weird and awkward and not welcomed.. Jeff's eyes followed the blonde, his cigarette falling out of his gaping mouth. Adam simply giggled and ducked his head down before disappearing past the school doors. Jeff swallowed and clutched to his aching chest, wincing.. then he noticed the cigarette was burning a hole in his dick through his jeans, he jumped and quickly flipped it away, brushing furiously at his crotch.
"Motherfucker.. I hate preps." He muttered coldly.
Hint: Gerard Davis is my OC now. He is not real whatsoever. The poor grammar IS intentional. It is NOT meant to offend, it is meant to be laughed at b/c I am mocking it. Jeff's poorly spelled texts was a crack at My Immortal's bad grammar. It's not his usual Twitter-style. In My Immortal Tara considered a few bands "goffik" when they really weren't. Fozzy gets to be a "goff" band even though they are metal & Jericho gets to be such a major fucking hottie- even though he so totally is. Matt getting up came from the 2nd chp of My Immortal where Willow wakes up, grins, flips her hair, & then opens her eyes. I figured she should have tripped while doing so. If the characters are dressed a certain way or act out of their normal character, it is intentional. Any name fuck ups are intentional. The HP characters in My Immortal were completely screwed up & I don't want to do that here, but they may need a little tweaking for their roles. The "goff" clothes are just funner to describe than prep clothes. I'm in no way saying this is how goths or preps act. I am not either a goth or a prep. This is just done for fun and simply a parody of stereotypical labels. Most of the peeps I have as preps are some of my favorite peeps anyhow. The story took less of a crackfic turn & became more of a "two teens from different groups fall for each other & find out they're not so different" type thing. I just hope I don't "Romeo & Juliet" this thing. My Immortal is one of my favorite train wrecks, I've read it numerous times. & please, this is just for the fun of writing it. I mean no harm.