I pulled my midnight purple tube top on (Yes one of those small ones that doesn't cover your stomach.) over my almost unnaturally pale skin and pulled on a slashed up and ripped up -enough to show my tube top- white black sabbath tank top on over it. I pulled up my tight slashed jeans over my legs and looked at myself to make sure my whipit thin body didn't look anorexic. Pushing on my spiky leather punk bracelet I ruffled my stick straight pitch black hair and made it look ragged and spiky I eyed my own grey colorless eyes and thought how empty they seemed.

I put on some midnight purple lipstick to match my tube top and got on my above the ankle boots with the studded bottom rim and studded top rim. I shut off the radio that was playing the song 'Do it Like a Dude' by Jessie J.

I slammed my bedroom door shut as I stepped out and scowled at the emptyness of my own home. I hated it...It was empty.. It absolutely disgusted me each and everytime I looked at it. I smashed my way through to the front door and locked it and hid my key ontop of the door frame. I walked to the club that had the band playing that night.

I smashed inside and glared around the room until my eyes found the stage where they were setting up for the band to play. I trudged over to the bar and thought while they setup.

If love was supposed to be a medicine..Why did it hurt so damn much?... (Ok forget the rant for a moment V) Right. My names Vesper Ares. Yeah I know stupid last name. Ok so yeah you know my name you know what I look like that should be enough so tell this chick here if you want more info about me so I don't have to deal with your whining. ( =_=" H-hey..whatever just ask if you want a chapt. on her bio.)

I looked up at the stage as I watched some wierd looking green skinned man go onstage with a flying v bass guitar in hand. "Hello I'm Murdoc niccals an' this is my ban'." He said in a british accent as he gestered toward the curtain.

I watched the wierdest lookin guy walk out of the curtain and stand at the keyboard. He looked nothing like the demonic black haired man with the bass. He was tall whipet thin, And almost as pale as me. The one thing I didn't notice until he looked directly at me was his pitch black eyes of nothingness.

I looked away from him and darted my grey eyes toward the ugliest woman I had ever seen. She had a decent body but her face...her face was hideous. She made me want to dye my hair for a second because I didn't want even the same hair color as her. She pulled out some kind of guitar as a large black man with milk white eyes came out and sat at the drums.

When they played...oh lord when they played it was the most electrifying experience I've ever had my whole life..The vocals were beautiful the drums were incredible the bass friggin kicked ass...but..the thing that killed the song..was the horribly crappy guitar.

In fact I grimaced in pain when I heard the creature play. I could do better guitar. And I couldn't even friggin play guitar!. I actually flicked a cardboard note at the bassist when he put the bass down and as I expected he caught and read it. He laughed histarically at the note I had written on it "Great song! But..your guitarist is ugly as hell and sucks ass at playing I could do better and I don't even play!" and he seemed to agree with me cause he nodded at me and gave me a sort of thumbs up.

I sat at the bar and watched them play again but what was hilarious was everyone boo'd once a sort of guitar solo started. I joined in and yelled. "YOU SUCK ASS BITCH!" And hid in the crowd as people threw shit at her.

I walked outside during a sort of intermission thing and smoked some lucky lungs cigarettes. "Ey yew the one tha' threw tha' note?" Asked a gravely voice from the shadows of the alley that led to the back of the building.

"Yeah and it's true. And she's so ugly makes me wanna buy a shotgun and put her out of her misery." I answered snidely. "Go' tha' right. I wanna git rid of her bu' she's datin the fuckin singer." "You wanna get rid of her? I'm gonna feel bad for that blue headed singer, But get him to walk in on her cheating on him." I mused. "Hmmm...Tha's not a bad idea." He answered.

"By the way. The names Murdoc Niccals. Yew?" "Vesper..Ares. I don't want commentary on my last name either." "Heh I like your attitude." "Thanks. well whatever don't you guys have another performance in a moment?" I asked. "Eh well I don' think we should, Didn' yew see tha' guitar solo thing? They were throwin so much shit! I even heard someone yell out an insul'." "That was me." He burst out in laughter after that and handed me a number and the word 'Kong' on it.

"Tha's the numba for our studio and or 'home phone'." "Hm." Was all I could really say. He walked back down to the alley way and came back a moment later with the rest of the band. "Well then. We betta git out of 'ere b'fore a riot breaks out." I dropped the cigarette I was about to light and realized what would happen if I stood there for too long.

"Later." I said to Murdoc. He lifted his hand over his head as he walked away. I realized my home was that way and just waited for them to make a turn through an alley. I zoomed past the alley and made it to the house.

I got the key off the door frame and opened the door. I saw something slithering around on the floor and picked it up. "Moo what are you doing on the floor?" I asked the python. Normally I'd let him roam around the house but not when I wasn't here.

I put him down on my bed as I changed into my thin tank top and pajama shorts. I hopped into bed and let him wrap himself around me as I drifted off into sleep.

(Why do you sleep with a snake?) Shut up. Because I love him and feels kinda nice, It's better then those wierd thorny vines those wierd ass chicks that sleep in the forest get. (Ok then..Hey you didn't say what Moo looked like.) Whatever ok people he's about 8 feet long and he's about four months old. He's black with various white patternings. Hey you know what maybe I'll have A over here explain the rest and possibly draw him for her deviant art profile thingy.

I woke up and looked at Moo who was looking directly at me. I kissed the air between our faces and he flung his little forked tongue out. "Hm good boy." I praised as he slithered off of me.

I got on a white t-shirt and a pair of jeans. I got out my phone and programmed the number Murdoc gave me as 'Kong studios/Murdoc'.

I was sitting at the table eating my cereal zoning out.'I wonder if he's happy...' I thought. I was thinking about my ex. I really thought I was in love with him...but something ended it, And I can't even remember what it was!

I watched as Moo slithered up the table leg and flung out his tongue touching my nose. "I'm ok." I said to him smiling.

I heard the doorbell ring and walked up to the door and looked through the peephole. It was a certain guy. My eyes widened in fear, sadness, and pure rage. "O-one second." I said as I raced upstairs and got on a bra and brushed and made my hair look ragged again.

I zoomed back downstairs and unlocked the door. I took a deep breath and opened it to him. "Hello Vesper.." "What is it." I said like a statement.

We spoke a little while about how long it had been. "Ok enough of this pointless game. Why are you really here Shane?" I asked getting irratated. Moo slithered over and wrapped himself around me defensively.

"I'm here to apoligize. I know you can't remember why we broke up. I'm here to remind you. Your little snake Satan over there tried to kill me when we were kissing and I dodged but you freaked out and thought I had attacked him. Something hit your head and made you forget it. I didn't know this when we broke up...And I'm sorry. But you deserved to know why." He said leaving.

Well at least that's over with. I had also heard from an old friend that while we were together he had been starting up a bit of crime and that it was a good thing it ended. I guess my little Satan wanted to protect me from that.

(Wait so Moo's actual name is Satan?) Yes I just call him Moo. (Ohhhh...)

I got up and scowled at the door. I walked upstairs and set Moo down on the bed. "Stay here for a moment ok?" He did a sort of head bob and I walked back downstairs. I turned on my radio labeled 'Venting Music'. It played 'Riot' by three days grace.

I got busy smashing and crashing various shit in my house. I threw the table across the house and bashed it against the wall breaking the legs off. I picked up a glass vase and threw it across the room. The glass shattered and shards hit me and cut me.

I ignored the pain and ripped down some curtains and got the curtain rod out. I swung it around like a one of those bamboo pole fighters. I smashed alot of shit and made various holes in walls.

I got even worse as the song switched to 'Break Stuff' By Limp Bizkit. I could feel all my rage that I had built up for at least four months drain away.

I heard a knock at the door. I opened it too enraged to look through the peep hole. I stared angrily at the green skinned bassist. I was bleeding all over the floor and nearly slipped as I opened the door all the way.

"Er...Wot the...'Ell..." "What is it?" "Um...Why ah yew bleedin everywhere?" "Because glass was broken and it hit me." "Well shouldn' yew fix yurself up?" He asked, Only irratating me further.

"Whoa..." He said pushing past me. "Wot 'appened? Yew do vis?" "Yes..." "Why?" "I got mad." He sighed as he looked around. "Damn.." I swept up some glass from the doorway to the stairs. "Satan you can come down now Moo." I called upstairs.

I listened to the hissing noise as he came down. "Holy shi' tha's a big snake!" Said a higher pitched voice in a fearful tone. I turned around to see that same blunette singer from last night. I walked over to the curtain rod in the wall and tried to pull it out.

"Damn it's really stuck in there." I sighed as I turned off my radio before I raged again. "Er...wot 'appened 'ere?" He asked. "She go' mad mate." Murdoc said to him. "Whoa." I pulled really hard on the curtain rod only to have my hands slip and land in a pool of blood and glass. "Shit!" I squeaked as I fell.

The singer came over and helped me up and helped me pull the rod out of the wall. "Well why are you two here again?" I asked cutting my hands on the glass in my skin as I tried to brush the nonstuck pieces off.

"Er...Muds wonted ta ask ya somefing." Answered the singer. "What then?" "Um..well..Shi' now I can' 'member now..." He admitted. "Well..Satan and I want to thank you for stopping me before I killed myself." I said picking up Moo. "Huh well yur still killin yurself if yew don' ge' to the 'ospital or somefing." The singer said. "I-I'll be f-fiinn-" I was cut off by Moo slithering off me and my passing out on a glass shards covered floor.

I was half conscious the whole ride to the hospital. I was only conscious enough to cling to Moo and sit up completely empty eyed.

When we got to the hospital I was conscious enough to tell Moo to be good and stay in the bed of the winnebago.

The singer had his arm under mine supporting one side of me and Murdoc with the other. We walked straight into the E.R.

I Awoke completely and stared at the wall. I was in the hospital bed, I had stitches in a few places and I was wearing no shirt, Just one of those hospital shirts and some scrub pants.

I layed back and watched the singer walk in the room with Satan. "They said 'e could be wif yew."

"Thank you..I forgot to ask for your name..." "'S Stuart Pot..Bu' yew can call me 2D." He smiled a front toothless smile.

"Well then 2D. Your dating that guitarist right?" "Yea." "Well..Er..Murdoc has told me he really hates her..That..well he thinks she sucks at guitar..and that she's ugly..I don't think she sucks as much as he said though no where near." I told him.

"Yeah a'nno 'e's told me tha' b'fore." "Oh well I was outside of that club right after you guys got off stage. And he was ranting to me about her." I laughed. "Yea 'e does stuff like tha'."

-This was but a memory from before the accident...-

It was about a month after the hospital thing...I was on a bus. Some kind of truck hit the bus and...It put me into a coma...I remember few things from while I was in that state...I remember..2D..and..Murdoc..visiting me..and them saying that they would take care of Satan for me...I remember these things only..because..I was a vegetablized..I could hear things and see..

But I couldn't move much or speak much on my own..and I wasn't completely there...I also saw Satan once in a while...But..after I stopped getting to see my beloved snake...I heard from a nurse one day..She said to someone that...I had been like this for a year or two..

I was horrified by the news..within my small shell of the subconscious...I also remember..the event that awoke me...

Someone...had tried to...poison me..they put something in my IV but..It did the opposite of kill me..

It brought me to life.