Bambina Arianna Antony and Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way
Unseelie's Note: I originally made this as a comic, but I fell behind in drawing it (that and I was really lazy when it came to drawing Ebony/Enoby/Egogy/TaEbory/Ebondy/ect.) and so I've decided to write it and share it with anyone who really gives a damn. Also: I wasn't sure if I should put this on here or fictionpress, so I put it on here because it's a fan fiction of a crapfiction. Kind of. I do not own My Immortal or Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way, they belong to Tara Gelespie. However, Bella Morte Academy and Bambina Arianna Antony do belong to me. Keep in mind that this has been altered to be a short story that really has no plot what so ever and that I really put no thought into this. Cearly. I deleted Miel because it was a work of pure shit, but I might come back to it if I find time. Enjoy… or not "preps". I had to update this, because I realized "Antonio" isn't Italian (I've known that for a while, I just didn't do anything about it) it's Spanish, so I changed Arianna's last name to "Antony" because it's basically the Italian version of "Antonio"
Arianna pressed her almost bare back against the cold red-brick wall of the small convenience store and took a deep drag on her cigarette. She watched as cars came rushing by on the wet pavement and into the night as she exhaled ghosts of blue smoke. She heard someone walking towards her, but she ignored it. "Hey," said a loud female voice. "Could I have a cigarette?" Arianna turned and her eyes widened in a mixture of horror and fascination.
The girl standing there was ghostly pale and her waist-length hair was deep black and streaked with purple and dyed red at the tips, and her eyes were an impossible icy blue. She had thick black eyeliner and lipstick, her eye shadow was heavy and blood red. She was wearing a very low cut cut-off top that was so tight that Arianna was afraid that the girl's large breasts were going to fall out of them, and she was also wearing a pentagram necklace that bounced when she walked. She had a very short leather mini-skirt, blood red fishnets and fat-heeled platform boots on her lower half. Arianna observed as the girl raised her arm and swept hair from her face and noted the many light pink scars on her arm going in every direction imaginable.
Arianna watched as the strange girl looked her up and down with alternating unreadable expressions. She first grimaced at Arianna's long light-blonde hair, and then her eyes moved down to Arianna's large light-brown ones. The girl gave a crooked smile when she saw Arianna's black spaghetti strapped tank top that she had taken the back out of and used black ribbons to string the back of the shirt together like a corset. Her eyes moved further down on Arianna's petite figure to her ruffled hot-pink mini-skirt, to her black fishnets and then her white rain boots with black poke-a-dots. She noticed that the girl had let her eyes move to Arianna's breasts then to her scarred wrists.
Arianna remembered that the girl had asked her for a cigarette. "Um…Hang on a second," she said trying to make her sentence clear through her thick Italian accent. As rummaged around in her black leather Louis Vuitton bag, a thought occurred to her. "How old are you?" she asked the girl, not wanting to get in trouble for giving a cigarette to someone under eighteen.
"I'm seventeen." The girl responded in a softened voice.
"I'm not going to give you a cigarette. You're not eighteen yet. Mi disiace." Arianna said and let her cigaratte carton drop back into her bag. The girl glared at her and stuck up her middle finger at Arianna, who was unfazed by the girl's finger gesture. "You don't look eighteen to me!" The girl shouted.
"Ah, but I am," Arianna replied. "Do you wish to see?" She asked and dug around in her bag and pulled out her old tattered wallet and opened it and showed the girl her driver's license. It said that her first name was Bambina and that Antony was her last name. It said her birthday was May 12th, 1993 and that she was born in Verona, Italy. The girl glared at her more and rolled her eyes angrily as Arianna put her wallet back into her bag. She looked at her and raised her eyebrow and had one more drag on her cigarette before dropping it into the gutter and watched it as it floated down the small stream of rain water.
"So, you're name's Bambina Antony?" The girl scoffed. "Mine's Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way." She said arrogantly.
"Actually most people call me Bambi or Arianna." Arianna said, clenching her fists and getting irritated at being called Bambina. "I don't let people call me Bambina."
"Why not?"
"Because 'bambina' is Italian for 'girl', so being called 'girl' is very insulting." Arianna looked at Ebony and watched as her eyes widened. Ebony let out a sharp gasp and pointed at the golden cross necklace around Arianna's neck. "What?" She asked and rested her fingers on the small piece of jewelry.
"It's a C-R-O-S-S!" Ebony shouted repeatedly gesturing to the necklace.
"So? Wait… Why did you spell it instead of saying it?" Arianna questioned, puzzled by Ebony's sudden outburst.
"I'm a vampire!" Ebony put her hands on her hips. "Those kill us!" Arianna gawked at her for a moment and then shook her head. "But I'm a vampire, and they don't faze me at all." She bobbed her shoulders.
"THEN SATAN MUST HAVE MADE YOU PERFECT TOO!" She shouted even louder and taking Arianna's frigid hands in hers. Arianna flinched when she touched her, not because it startled her, but because she does not like to be touched, especially by strangers.
"Um… wait what?" Arianna looked puzzled with Ebony's random mention of Satan.
"Aren't you a Satanist?" Ebony asked cocking her head to the side. "Everybody and every vampire I know is a Satanist."
"No. I'm Catholic." Arianna said. "Does being a vampire automatically mean I worship Satan? No, it just means that I subsist on consuming blood and that I'm pretty much indestructible."
"I knew it! You're just a stupid dumb fucking blonde prep!" Ebony roared dropping Arianna's hands and glaring at her. Just then, a girl walked up behind Ebony and smiled at her. "Hey bitch. What's going on?" She had a thick British accent and her voice was not a yell, but not a speaking voice. Her hair was as long as Ebony's hair and it was just as black, but with pink streaks instead of purple. She had eyes that were a rather appealing shade of forest green, however they were darkened by very thick black eyeliner and eye shadow, and her was as deathly pale as Ebony's. The girl was very dangerously skinny but somehow had very large breasts that mildly terrified Arianna. She was wearing a shirt that had a man that seemed vaguely familiar to Arianna- like she saw him online or something- that said Marilyn Manson on it, a black denim mini-skirt, a pair of black fishnet stockings held up by white lacey garters, and a pair of black thigh-high stiletto boots. She looked at Arianna and gestured to her with her chin. "Who's this?" She turned to Ebony who looked at Arianna. "Some stupid fucking poser I came across." She replied. Arianna looked at her. "I thought I was a 'stupid dumb fucking blonde prep'." She mimicked Ebony perfectly. "But since I guess Ebony won't introduce us, I'm Bambi." She said offering her hand to the girl.
"I'm Willow." She replied taking Arianna's hand and shook it timidly, staring at Arianna's wrists. She looked at Ebony and tilted her head. "How could she be a fucking poser or a prep if she cuts? Posers and preps don't cut." Arianna studied her arms and traced the thin scars with her finger. As her finger got higher on her forearm, the scars stopped looking like just self-inflicted. Although those scars were fading with time, Arianna always remembered how they got there. She shuddered as her fingers lightly brushed the freshest one.
"Well…" Ebony said looking at Arianna's arms. "That's true. She's not a poser or a prep." She laughed and she and Willow looped their arms through Arianna's. "So where do you go to school Bambi?" She said as they started walking down the street forcing Arianna with them.
"Um, I go to Bella Morte Academy. It's a school that was started by my family a while back." She replied softly.
"You should take us there! It sounds kawaii!" Willow exclaimed and Ebony agreed.
"Well, I guess I could since there's no rule against brining outsiders to the school…" Arianna said and took them into the direction of her car. She listened to the two girls talk about a band called My Chemical Romance and the band's lead singer Gerard Way, who was apparently "omg too fucking hot for words and the sexiest fucking man in the world." She couldn't help but wonder if he was as hot and sexy (though Arianna could not find the difference between the two) as Willow and Ebony said, why had she not heard of him?
When they got to Arianna's bright red Mini Cooper, Arianna freed her arms and rummaged around in her bag and pulled out her annoyingly jingly keys. She walked over to the passenger side, unlocked the car and pulled forward the front seat and Willow climbed into the back. Arianna pushed the seat back and gestured for Ebony to climb in, then went around to the driver's side and climbed in and buckled herself in after slamming the door shut as Ebony slammed hers. She set her bag between the seats and gear shift and put the keys in the ignition and turned them and the small car roared to life, blaring Workin' Them Angels by Rush. Arianna quickly reached over and turned down the radio until it was quiet enough to hear them talk. "Sorry about that." She apologized.
She put her hand on the gear shift and drove away down the street. "What the fuck is this?" Willow demanded, still in shock from the radio being blared.
"What the fuck is what?" Arianna asked and looked at her from the rearview mirror.
"This! What we're listening to!"
"Rush, an old band from Canada. Hey you two, buckle up, I don't want to get fined if you two aren't wearing seatbelts." She said, hearing two clicks of seatbelts. "And what's wrong with Rush? They're great."
"They sound weird." Ebony said but immediately regretted it when Arianna shot her the dirtiest look she'd ever seen. Arianna reached over and hit the next button several times before she stopped on I'm Burnin' for You by Blue Öyster Cult.
Arianna rolled down her window and let the cold winter air fill the car. Ebony settled on looking out the window and Willow sat restlessly in her seat. "When will we be there? I'm hungry!"
"About ten minutes, it's not that far from the town." Arianna replied as her hair whipped around her in the wind.
Arianna quickly sped up after they left the town's limits. She loved listening to the roar of her engine as she drove fast, it filled her whole body with a strange giddiness that was hard to subside.
"Why the fucking fuck are you driving so fast?" Ebony shouted.
"I'm Italian! It's what we do!" Arianna replied smiling widely.
After a few miles, Arianna took a sharp turn into the student parking lot by the dorm building. She easily turned into a parking space and killed the engine. She took out her keys and grabbed her bag and got out of the car, slamming it shut. She walked around the car as Ebony was getting out and Arianna pulled the seat forward letting Willow out. After she was out, Arianna slammed the door shut and locked it without putting the seat back and started walking to the dorm building.
"Aren't you going to put the seat back?" Willow asked running to catch up with her.
"Nope, because I got to take you back," Arianna replied. "I mean you guys can't spend the night, I have to do shit tomorrow." When they got to the door to the dorms, Arianna took out her keys and fiddled around with them until she found the one she was looking for. She stuck it in the lock and unlocked it, she opened the door and let Ebony and Willow through before her. She stepped in and closed the door, locking it behind them.
"This is the dormitory's common-slash-rec room." Arianna said walking over to a large fluffy couch that was facing a large flat-screen TV and away from them. She leaned over the couch, standing on her tip-toes to see who was sitting there. "Oh, ciao Cugino Ernesto." She said and smiled.
"Ciao Cugino Bambi. Who's with you, or are you talking to yourself?" he asked and Arianna motioned for Ebony and Willow to come over. He looked at them and his eyes widened, no doubt surprised by their appearances. "Oh hi." He stood up and walked over to them. Arianna then realized that he was wearing a black wife-beater that he clearly intended to look tight over his bulky chest and stomach muscles, his own silver cross necklace and a pair of dark green briefs. Though what he wore never bothered Arianna, she didn't know how Willow and Ebony felt about it. "I'm Bambi's cousin Ernesto." He shook both of their hands and introduced themselves. Arianna watched as their gazes slowly fell on Ernesto's briefs and suddenly felt very awkward.
"Um… Let's go to my room." She said, pulling on Willow's and Ebony's arms. "Ciao mio cugino." She walked them to the staircase and went up it until they got to the third floor and walked into the long hallway. "Sorry my cousin's so err…awkward. He's just kind of comfortable in anything." She walked to one of the white wooden doors and looked at the white board a little below the number 113 that read in pink letters "In town getting smokes, if you need me, call me.-Bambi". Arianna reached up and whipped it away with her arm, she grabbed the pink dry-erase marker that was clipped onto the board and wrote "Here.-Bambi". She put the dry-erase marker back onto the board and put her key into the lock then unlocked the door. "This is my room," she flipped on the light and dropped her bag beside the door. "Nothing special I guess."
Ebony sat down on Arianna's queen bed and stroked the light pink silk comforter. "So what are we going to do?" She asked staring at Arianna. "Are there any preps at this school?"
"Depends what your definition of 'prep' is. Earlier you called me a prep, when clearly I don't think I'm better than anyone else because my family's super rich." Arianna said looking out her window. "The correct definition of "prep" is not what you seem to think it is. It means 'to be one who wears designers or big brand names and thinks of themselves as being better than everybody else because of their wealth.'" Arianna sighed and walked over to her window and drew her blinds and closed her heavy light pink curtains. "What I'm getting at is that there's always "preps" at every school."
Arianna opened her closet door and pulled out a black pleaded skirt and a short puffy-sleeved white button-up shirt, she walked over and folded them neatly and set them on her computer chair at her desk. She walked over to her dresser and pulled a pair of purple thigh-high stockings out of a drawer and then grabbed a purple tie off of her dresser and set them with the other clothes she had lain out.
"What's that?" Asked Willow as she sat down next to Ebony on Arianna's bed, wiggling around, clearly testing how comfortable it was.
"It's my uniform for school." Arianna said then looked at them. "What school do you two go to?"
"We go to Hogwarts," Ebony said.
"Where all the teachers are preps, posers, or pedos." Willow added making a face. Arianna stared at them a while then went back to setting out her uniform.
"I once caught Snape and Lupin having sex!" Ebony said to Willow who was obviously shocked.
"That's so gross!" She shirked, then the two burst into a fit of giggles.
The rest of the night, Arianna had to sit and listen to them talk about My Chemical Romance and other bands called Good Charlotte and Simple Plan. They also made Arianna go online and find the movie The Nightmare Before Christmas, which she had heard about before, but never actually watched it or had any interest in. By the time she had dropped them of in town, she was ready to rip her hair out, but was so relieved when they had gotten out of the car. She sped off into the night and was going to try and avoid those two as much as possible.