Note: Wow, so it's been a while, huh? How's everyone doing?
I originally posted this story up here two years ago I think? Maybe a year? I don't even remember, it's been so long since I've been on fanfiction. I've been so caught up with school and life that I actually couldn't write for a long time. I still had story ideas bouncing around my head, but I just couldn't bring myself to sit down and get them down on paper.
I took all my stories down because depression kicked my butt for a while and I just couldn't bring myself to look at them anymore. If there's anyone reading this that's read my previous stories and enjoyed them, I apologize. If it's any consolation, I've been thinking about reposting some and tweaking them so that they're more properly written. If there's anything college has definitely done, it's made me a much better writer. So if any of you remember a story I wrote and enjoyed it, hit me up and I'll see what I can do.
Anyway though, this story is actually back up and going to be updated (and eventually finished!) thanks to one fan reaching out and asking about it. I've had this story stuck in my head for so long and it was actually a story I was super excited to write. For the longest time I couldn't write, but now I'm going to try to see this story through to the end even if it takes a while. I hope you guys enjoy it and if not, you know where the back button is ;)
A special thank you to Rya-plume d'un souffle!
Enjoy, and God bless!
She loved the feel of music swirling around her, the heat of the spotlights on her as she danced, the familiar ache in her throat after singing for two hours straight.
Her thin black dress showed off her curves in a sexy, classy way, and as she moved, she could feel some of the creatures watching her with awe. She was as beautiful as she was talented, and the uproarious applause that greeted her after every song was proof enough of her vocal abilities.
Amanda's voice floated throughout the club, ranging from soft, high notes to a voice filled with power and raw emotion depending on the nature of each song. The crowd was as responsive as ever, pumping their fists—or whatever appendages they had—into the air with vigor in time with the bass. Her energetic aura was contagious; Horrorland wasn't as much fun as it was when Amanda took the stage.
The attention, the music, the vibrant energy; this was her scene. Once a quiet, meek girl, Amanda was now a woman who owned her beauty, owned the limelight, and shone with confidence.
It had become routine these past few weeks to spend her Friday nights—and sometimes weekends—singing for Horrorland's regulars, and it was a routine the brunette had come to enjoy. At the end of the night, most of the monsters would leave and the clean-up crew would take over to help clear out the club for the next night. Amanda would head backstage, receive her paycheck, and be on her merry way back home.
But then he would find her amidst the remaining crowds, and she'd forget all about going home and instead secure a seat right next to him in the bar area where they usually enjoyed each other's company amidst a potion or two. He was someone she used to know, someone she once feared and tried to avoid, but she came to understand that things were different now. He was still as gentle, mature, and level-headed as she remembered, but now he was a handsome young man who seemed to make her weak in the knees with just a glance in her direction. There was a certain power he had over her now and he knew it, even though he had no idea who she was beneath the mask. Little did she know that she had power over him as well; the undead young man couldn't seem to get her out of his mind. Like a moth to flame, he was drawn to her, only she never burned him; her presence only soothed him and left him wanting more.
Whenever they spent time together, whether it was dancing or sitting together at the bar, he couldn't help but fall harder for her each time. She was beautiful, intelligent, and her smile could reduce him to a stuttering, blushing mess.
Amanda often wondered what he would think if he knew her true identity behind the mask. Would he hate her after all this time? Would he renounce their friendship and take his revenge on her?
Only time would tell, she supposed, but in the meantime, she would continue to sing for herself, for the patrons of Horrorland, and for the charming young zombie who had stolen her heart.