Disclaimer, for the whole story: I don't own Twilight, or any of Stephanie Meyer's characters. I own Chaos, Liz owns Ayra, and Jen owns Casey and Crash.
This is the sequel to Everything is Relative. I would strongly suggest that you read that first, because you will not understand anything that is going on if you haven't read the first story.
"I lost…I lost my fight and my prey. Chaos won…she won all I lost. How did that happen?" Ayra sighed. She only had one last chance to kill Casey in that fight, but Chaos had been faster…
One Month Later: December
The club shook with the cheers of Forks' rock crowd, and others just out looking for a party. On stage, a messy green-haired front man screamed out the lyrics to the band's most popular song. As he did that, he strummed along his guitar part on his camo-print-and-bullseye guitar. Standing at 6'3", he was surely a sight to see, easily catching the attention of everyone in the room. Crash, as he liked to be called, also had piercing blue eyes to go along with that messy hair of his, as well as a rather handsome face, with some green-dyed fuzz on his chin. There wasn't enough to be a beard, but it was noticeable, at least.
Taking away from his handsome face, as some people told him, were his many piercings. He had six rings in each ear, three studs above each eyebrow, one tiny silver stud in his left nostril and a single, plain ring in the middle of his bottom lip. Compared to some people in the club, he wasn't a total freak, but his two full-arm sleeves of tattoos didn't help.
Not only did Crash himself stand out, but so did his clothes sometimes. On stage, he was wearing his trusty black converse, torn-up dark blue jeans, studded belts, a black band shirt, a couple dog collars, and his favorite military-style olive-green coat. Yes, Crash was just your average guy, playing in your normal punk-rock band for the totally "normal" people of Forks.
Short chapter, I know, but I'll put chapter 2 up soon.