Okay so here's the deal: a while back me and a friend of mine were talking, and the topic of rewriting the infamous My Immortal fanfiction to make it something that was at least somewhat not totally shitty came up. We joked about it for a while, but we both agreed that no, no it probably couldn't be done. Recently, I decided to share the legend of that story with my sisters, and that got me thinking back to the conversation about rewriting it. So yeah. Here we are. I'm about to attempt the impossible. Be warned that A: it'll still most likely be shit, and B: I will have to dramatically change and/or completely edit out some parts because not only am I uncomfortable with writing sex scenes, but there are also just some places in here that are like mass infections: they need to be cut out if there's any hope of salvaging the rest. Here we go, wish me luck.
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Chapter 1.
OAN (Original Author's Note): Special fangs, (get it?), to my friend Raven for helping me with the editing on this story. You rock! Also, shout-out to Justin as well. You're the love of my otherwise dreary life, so I want to thank you, just in case you're reading this. P.S: MCR is the greatest!
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Hello. My name is Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way. A bit of a mouthful, yes, but I'm quite fond of it nonetheless. Before I go any further, I'd like to clarify that I am not related to Gerard Way, though I wish I was, because having the type of genes that can create someone that attractive in my bloodline would be great.
My namesake is the ebony black hair, streaked with bits of purple and red that rests against my mid-back. Of course, those streaks of color were not present when I received my name, as hair-dye is not something that newborn infants typically have access to. Instead, I possessed a few small tufts of pitch-black hair upon my pale infant scalp, which became the inspiration for my first name. As for the rest of it, those are all family names that neither of my parents could bear to be without. The result was a five word, twelve syllable long name that I usually try to avoid mentioning the entirety of. It's a little hard to introduce yourself to someone when you basically have to word vomit all over them.
I'm often told that I resemble Amy Lee, which I believe may be due to the combination of my dark hair and icy blue eyes. I'm always pleased to hear this, as not only do I admire Amy Lee for her looks, but I'm also quite a big fan of her work. Being compared to someone you hold a great amount of respect for is always a good thing.
However, I'm afraid that there are quite a few traits that Amy and I do not share, primarily those regarding magic. As amazing as she may be, Amy Lee is still, sadly, a muggle, possessing no magic outside of her musical talent. I on the other hand, am not only a witch, but a vampire at that. Luckily for me, as well as those others like me, the English magic school, Hogwarts, is actually rather accepting of the more, shall we say, different, young witches and wizards. In fact, the school recently had a movement in which it openly invited witches and wizards of non-human backgrounds, as well as made accommodations for their varying needs.
This caused quite an outrage amongst parents, particularly those belonging to the older, more traditional magical families. Nevertheless, Headmaster Albus Dumbledore stood his ground, stating calmly that any child capable of performing magic, regardless of whether or not they were entirely human, had every right to receive an education.
Fortunately for the concerned parents, there didn't wind up being that many non-human students attending the school, as very few creatures, even magical ones, are capable of performing the same feats of spellwork that human witches and wizards are. In fact, the only ones that seem able to are "changeling" creatures: beings that were once human before becoming what they are now. So basically that means werewolves and vampires.
Though it may seem dangerous to have beings notorious for going out of control and attacking people in a school full of human children, there were strict regulations and defenses set up to allow for the safest possible coexistence. For example, every full moon all werewolf students are taken out to the Shrieking Shack, where they can change as peacefully as possible, and not have to worry about harming anyone in their rogue state. The shack has been modified, after a particularly nasty incident involving the changed students attacking one another, so that every one of them has a room to themselves in which they can wait out the night. As for vampires, the drinking of human blood is strictly forbidden and will result in immediate expulsion. Instead, we are given a steady supply of blood from other sources so that we don't starve to death, and also don't have to be concerned with attacking anyone.
That being said, it should be noted that there still aren't very many non-human students at Hogwarts. In fact, despite the school's continuous pushing for acceptance and understanding of differences, there was a whole lot of hatred towards the few non-human students that walked the halls. This was usually a quiet, non-aggressive prejudice, but it has lead to a number of violent incidents involving human-vs-non-human fights. Just last month, a third-year werewolf girl from Ravenclaw had to be taken to St. Mungos after she was ambushed in the hallway by a group of seventh-year Gryffindor boys. I'm pretty sure two of the three boys were expelled, and the third got a really harsh detention, but that still doesn't change the fact that they probably would've killed her if Professor Sprout hadn't been walking by.
I've been fortunate enough so far to have not been the victim of one of these attacks, but I will admit that vampires are targeted far less often than the werewolves. This is most likely because vampires are a threat all of the time, versus werewolves who are really only a problem on the full moon. Despite that, I've still been the subject of more subtle hatred from my human peers, primarily in the form of exclusion, disgusted looks, nasty rumors, and other petty misdeeds.
In fact, I could feel the weight of their judgmental gazes upon me as I trudged outside the castle towards my next class. The weather was as dreary as my mood, with sleet-grey skies and an odd kind of precipitation that seemed to be both rain and snow at the same time. No wonder English weather gets a bad reputation; it's not even winter!
As I reluctantly dragged myself closer and closer towards my staring peers, I saw them back away and cluster together, a kind of disgusted fascination upon their faces as they ogled at me. I could see that a fair number of them were focusing their unwelcome gazes upon my mouth, no doubt hoping to catch a glimpse of the sharp, white fangs that lay beneath my black-painted lips. It was when a few of them began whispering to one another that I decided I couldn't stand it anymore. I thrust my right hand into the air and extended my middle finger, snarling at them in a display of pissed-off aggression. The threat worked, as the moment the saw my bared fangs they blanched and hurried away as fast as their pathetic human feet could carry them. Vampires are naturally much faster than humans, and I found myself daydreaming of what it would be like to chase them down. It would be oh so very easy, no trouble at all, to just rush after them. One blink of an eye and I'd be right behind them. I was stronger, too. I could easily overpower them, tackling them to the ground. Their frantic struggling would do nothing, and I'd have them completely under my control. Once I had them down, then it would be easy, oh so very easy, to open my mouth, lean down, and…
I was snapped out of my reverie by a voice from behind me.
"Hi Ebony!" Shouted the voice. I turned my head, searching for the source, and greeted with the sight of Draco Malfoy, standing only a few yards away from me. Funny, I hadn't even heard him coming. Vampires were naturally much quieter than humans when they wanted to be, but we were also gifted with above average senses, meaning despite Draco's vampiric abilities, I still should have been able to detect him approaching. I guess I was just really caught up in my thoughts.
"Oh, hey! What's up Draco?" I asked. I wasn't really sure what else to say. Despite being in the same house, as well as both being vampires, Draco and I never really talked. Of course, that's not to say that there isn't a reason for that fact, as, well… I may or may not have a bit of a thing for him, which makes talking to him kind of a challenge. It's just a tad bit awkward to converse with someone when your mind keeps trying to photoshop out their clothing. Casual conversation is difficult when it's with a person whose ass is a continuous feature of your daydreams.
"Oh you know, nothing much." He responded. Was it just me, or did he seem a little… flustered? As usual, being in his presence for longer than five seconds was causing my train of thought to take an abrupt and high-speed detour straight down south into dirty-land. The fact that he seemed shy talking to me really wasn't helping the situation either. In fact, the light blush on his cheeks was just accelerating the mental journey southwards, as I found myself thinking about how great that color would look on the rest of his body, specifically whilst it was underneath mine.
To be honest, I'm not sure whether or not I would've said anything back to him, because at the time I really didn't trust my mouth to open without releasing some form of lewd statements about him, and I don't think that would've been a good way to continue the conversation. As I said, I don't really talk to him all that much, so it would be several worlds of awkward to spring sexual commentary on someone who you rarely interact with. Like, "oh hey there person-I-hardly-ever-talk-to! Hot damn do I wanna grab that fine as of yours!" That's not exactly the best way to start a relationship, you know?
Lucky for me, I was spared the potential embarrassment of either having to say nothing and just awkwardly stand there or say something and risk that something be about the desire to place my mouth on his mouth, because I heard a friend of mine calling me. I gladly took the opportunity to escape, and politely nodded in Draco's direction before bolting away towards my friend, hoping against hope that no one around me had suddenly developed mind reading powers. There are some things that should never be known, and the thoughts I was having in that moment are definitely on the list.
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OAN: Is it good? Please tell me! Thanks in advance!
AN: Yeah hi this is me. And yeah, I actually would like to know what you guys think of this. Should I continue, or am I just somehow managing to make it even worse than it already was? Constructive criticism is totally welcome. I just really wanna know what you guys think of this.