8D OH MY GOD. GUESS WHO ISN'T DEAD? And I'm starting--

Readers- ANOTHER STORY!?

=3 Yes....a Making Fiends story! Found the website, loved the web episodes...saw the SHOW on Nicktoons, loved that too...grew obsessed, began getting ideas...and boom, this story was born. I have two peoples helping me on this story, my friend Sarah who helped me with the plot...and TenMillionFireflies! Go read her stories, she's really good! Anyway...here's the summary!

Summary: Four years have passed since the day Charlotte moved to Clamburg...six since the beginning of Vendetta's reign. As childhood starts to fade, even naivety can see through the clouded lies and fantasies...but when naivety is twisted by reality...will madness take it's place?

A cryptic summary, but that's how it's gonna be! I think you know who I'm talking about though...Anyway, relationships will be PRETTY obvious in the story...but that's okay! Yaaay!


Making Fiends: Secrets of the Darkness

Rated: T (For violence and suggestive situations)

Prologue: Smile of an Angel; Wrath of a Demon


(UNKNOWN P.O.V.)

Dear little angel...

Oblivious and full of purity...

Do you not know what your 'friend' has done?

Oh you will know soon enough...

And when that time comes...

You will be all mine....


"VENDETTA VENDETTA!!!"

A very cheerful and peppy voice echoed in the usually 'abandoned of life' streets, the pitter pattering of footsteps echoing after it. Charlotte had grown during the years of being in Clamburg, now at the tender age of thirteen. Her once short and curly hair had grown long and wavy, held in place by a loose fitting braid. The ribbon that once adorned her head was now tied at the braid's end, just for added cuteness. A slightly lacy pale blue dress graced her skinny figure, complete with an also laced pair of socks, and school girl black shoes.

In short, Charlotte looked like she walked right out of a Lolita Girl Store and was supposed to be in an anime somewhere with the rest of her bubbly and happy-filled friends. But no, she was in Clamburg. Dead, dark, desolate Clamburg...the friend she was yelling for...not per say her 'friend'.

In fact, if you were to live in Clamburg...you would think this friend was the devil themself.

A groan passed out of the fiend maker's lips, as she heard the irritating, cheery voice of which belonged to her enemy... Charlotte. Vendetta rolled her eyes in annoyance, a scowl replacing her expression as she twirled around, watching the female skip and prance around happily.

Didn't she have anything better to do than annoy her all day?

"Ugh. What do you want from me, STUPID girl?" She crossed her arms, waiting for a reply.

"Weeeellll, I told you to come to my house this morning so we could walk to school together~ But you never showed up you silly! So I looked for you~!" came the intelligent reply Vendetta probably expected by now. And just to put the icing on the cake...

"Why don't you wear pretty dresses? I got you that really pretty pink one for your birthday last year~!" the blue haired girl tilted her head, that lighthearted carefree smile still on her features. Vendetta rolled her eyes again, more agitated than she was before.

"Considering the fact I do not like you, why would I show up at YOUR house?" But of course, she didn't expect an intellectual reply back. Her eyes then widened from the female's next question, but she easily went back to her dull mood. "I do not wear 'pretty dresses'. Especially nothing that came from YOU!" She pointed a finger at the blue-haired female, scowling even more.

"But you would look SO cute in something pink, or even purple!! OR MAGENTA!" That was Charlotte for you, completely oblivious to an insult. The girl grasped the older one's wrists, looking at what she was wearing. Oh, nosy are you? You want to know what Vendetta's wearing?

Well FINE THEN.

Vendetta was wearing a mossy green sweater, the ends of a gray button up blouse showing near the end of the sweater. She wore a rather long black skirt, so long it went to her bony knees. Black and white striped leggings were shown where the skirt did not cover, complete with masculine-like black boots. Her hair was in the same way it was back when she was younger, light green in low messy pigtails.

"You practically always wear the same thing, you already are pretty with it though! I just want you to look even PRETTIER~!" the polar opposite gushed.

Her eyes looked down towards her wrists, seeing the annoying female's grip. She quickly snatched her hands back, holding them behind her back to be out of reach. "Ack! Do not touch me!" She growled, continuing to listen to the other's words.

Just the thought of wearing something "prettier", gave the dictator a horrifying thought. "No! I will not wear ANYTHING pink.. nor purple.. NOR MAGENTA!" Her temper was rising, however, what would you expect after a stupid conversation with Charlotte?

Suddenly, possibly to the relief of Vendetta, the school bell began to ring as the one minute warning that if you didn't get your butt in gear, you'd be late.

"Oh, we better get going Vendetta! We don't wanna be late for class!" Charlotte smiled in that sickenly sweet way, then began running off down the sidewalk with a trademark giggle. Even as a thirteen year old, she still acted like she was nine all over again. The green-haired girl stayed in place, watching as the cheerful Charlotte bolt down the sidewalk, headed in the direction of the school. She balled one of her hands into a fist with anger, then shook it violently.

"Gah! That stupid.. STUPID blue girl.." She muttered inaudibly as she too, began to walk to the school, trudging and slouching in boredom. She still strived to destroy Charlotte, but how --after four years of failure-- could she? She would have to find a way; for the sake of her life and sanity, she'd have to.....


There you go, there's the prologue for you! Not exactly long, but I promise Chapter One will be long!! Hope you enjoyed it, please review!