Buttercup's P.O.V

"Uh... do you really expect me to go out in my boxers?" Butch said, as I dragged him down the dimmly lite hallways.

I scoffed, "Yeah, while we're at it why don't we drop everything and have sex?"

He visibly perked up, wearing a crooked grin. I growled and whacked him upside the head. How perverted could one guy be?

"We're going to your house, idiot. Get changed, get out, get to the bar. Got it?" I said kind of slow, to make sure he understood.

He glared at me, "Damn you bitch, you don't have to talk to me like I'm four."

"You sure do act like it..."

God, we're finally at the club. I thought girls were supposed to take longer to get ready. Butch took TWO FUCKING HOURS. I gotta admit, though... He looks pretty sexy. His hair is spiked up, revealing an ear piercing. He wore a dark green shirt, with a black leather jacket and tight leather pants.

"Damn, bitch... how can you walk in that and not flash the world?" He said, breaking me out of my trance. While I'll admit Butch is sexy, I'm sexier. I was wearing super short shorts with a light green spandex tube top. It stopped a bit above my belly button, clearly showing my flat stomach and belly button ring.

I scoffed, "You wish I'd flash the world."

He only responded with a growl, and continued looking around the club. I did the same, my eyes scanning over something... interesting... I grabbed Butch's arm and dragged him over to the little stage. I pushed him up on the stage, while he just had a 'what-the-fuck-just-happened' look on his face.

I looked over to the DJ, and whispered something in his ear. He smirked and handed me a microphone, returning his attention back to the sound system. I turned to Butch with an evil smirk and threw the microphone at him. I went up to him and whispered in his ear, "This is for ruining my favorite shirt..."

"What the fu-" He started to say, but I put a finger on his lips.

I jumped down off the stage as the DJ started introducing him. "Hey, hey! We got here Butch Jojo, who has requested a song. Ladies and Gents, BRINGING SEXY BACK!"

Butch's P.O.V

What the hell has this bitch gotten me into. I glared at her from the stage, her horrible, sexy, smirking face. I sighed in defeat as that horrible techno music started. "I'm bringing sexy back, them other boys don't know how to act," I started, still looking at Buttercup. I guess you could say I was expecting more of a shocked look on her face, but when all the sluts in here started screaming or cheering, her smirk took on an eviler look.

"I think you're special, what's behind your back? So turn around and I'll pick up the slack." More sluts started dancing, while some eyed me suggestivly. I gotta say, I think I'll take a few offers up.

"Dirty babe, you see these shackles baby I'm your slave. I'll let you whip me if I misbehave..." Some of the girls cheered while a lot of the guys glared at me. What can I say? I'm just that sexy.

The rest of the song continued, pretty much the same. Buttercup kept grinning evilly, and the sluts kept cheering.

The second I stepped off the stage, the ladies came running. But... not the ladies I wanted.

"Hey, you wanna go?"

"That was so hot..."

"I'm sooo wet after that..."

"Let me have your babies!"

... I must say that this is a scarring moment. Every single one of these girls were UGLY. Some were short and chubby, while others were tall and chubby. They all wore clothes that made their fat ooze over... Oh God... I'm gonna be sick...

No one's P.O.V

Buttercup smirked as she expertly weaved her way through the crowd of hideous sluts. When she finally got to her target, he turned and glared.

"I hope you know this is subject for revenge..." Butch said, glaring down at the smirking woman.

"What'cha gonna do, Butchie boy?

Butch easily picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder. She screamed and wrapped her arms around Butch's torso, burying her face in the small of his back. "Aw, is wittle Buttercup afwaid?"

"Hell no, I don't trust you not to drop me!" came the muffled response. Butch rolled his eyes and stepped back on the stage. He set Buttercup down and raced over to the dj.

"Um... are you sure you want to request that? It's got some high pitched parts..."

Butch smirked at the dj, and offered a curt nod in approval. The dj looked sceptical, but complied none the less.

Buttercup eyed her surroundings atop the stage. She looked over the dancers, the drinkers, the workers, the gambl- wait a minute... WHAT THE HELL-

"Ok, you crazy MOFOs, we have a challenger tonight. She's picked out on of the hardest songs on the playlist. Bitches and bastards, SWEET SACRIFICE BY EVANESCENCE!"

Buttercup's P.O.V (I know... so much view points, such little time!)

I barely paid attention to what the dj was saying, I was to busy looking at her... What the hell is she doing here?!

I heard some music start, the beginning of Sweet Sacrifice. So, that's the kind of revenge Butch was aiming for. Well, he's in for a shock.

"It's true, we're all a little insane. But it's so clear, now that I'm unchained." I started, barley trying to sing. I was still floored that she could find me... so soon...

Butch's P.O.V (... I know, I know...)

She's so going to fail... while I'll admit, she has a good voice... Amazing actually, and it looks like she isn't trying. I don't even think she is trying, she's looking at some woman over in a booth, a crowded booth.

"Fear is only in our minds, taking over all the time." Wow... her voice is better than I thought.

"Fear is only in our minds but it's taking over all the time..." HOLY SHIT HOW DID SHE... She just... Hit that high note... perfectly... SHE STILL WASN'T EVEN TRYING! She's just staring with disbeliefe, anger, and... fear?!

I turned to get a better look at the lady she was starting down. All I could make out from the distance was her bright white hair... And the fact that she didn't look old... at all.

The music ended and Buttercup ran off the stage. Wow, guess I beeped out longer than I thought.

"Butch, we need to go-"

"Who's the lady you kept staring at?"

"Uhm... w-what lady? I-I don't see a... a lady..."

"Buttercup, I know you were looking at the one with white hair. Who is she?"

Buttercup sighed and looked at the girl, who was watching and smirking. "She's..." she started, barely audiable. "She's one of them..."

The lady in questions perked up a little, her face darkening. But... her smirk remained. She lifted one arm, and snapped. The entire booth, of about six others, stood and moved to the side. She walked down inbetween them, an airy and vain walk.

"Well, Butterbitch, I see you have company..." She said in a silky voice. She had violet eyes that were filled with pride. Her white hair cascaded down, ending at the small of her back. She wore a purple corset with white lace, and short black shorts.

"Sure, company. Now, if you don't mind, we'll be going-"

"Oh, come now, Butters! I would like it if you intruduced me..."

"Oh, uh... I'm Butch," I said, holding my hand out to her. But before she could shake it, Buttercup stepped out infront of me and glared at her.

"Butch, go home..." She said, still glaring at the woman.

"But how are you supposed to get back?" I truly wasn't concerned about that; I just want to know who the fuck this lady is...

"BUTCH, SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LEAVE." ... Ouch. I sighed and 'left'. She stood still and kept her eyes on the lady.

Of course, I didn't leave completely. I went around to the back and looked in through the back door... I thought this place would have tighter security, damn... Oh well, better for me.

I saw a head of white hair weave their way over, so I ducked back behind a dumpster- DAMN THIS FUCKING SMELLS LIKE SHIT!

Two big, burly men who were in the booth with Miss White came following her, carrying something that squirmed a lot- WAIT. That's Buttercup... what the hell?

"VIVI! I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU HARM HIM IN ANYWAY I WILL PERSONALLY DECAPITAT YOU!" Buttercup shrieked. Vivi, who I am guessing is the white haired lady, turned with a glare.

She stalked up to Buttercup, who was being restrained by the two giants. She raised her manicured hand and slapped Buttercup, making her stop moving. "Listen here, ButterCUNT, I'll do what I want to who ever the HELL I want," she seethed.

Buttercup started breathing heavily, damn she seems SUPER pissed...

Suddenly, the two guards were flung to the ground. Buttercup was standing, seething, clenching and unclenching her fists. A bright light consumed her.

No one's P.O.V

Buttercup stood in her new apperal. Her hair was in a bun on top of her head, with two strands down framing her face. She wore a white, strapless dress that faded down to black. Her legs and half her thighs were exposed, showing her creamy skin. She wore a quiver of arrows on her back, and a big, black bow in her hand. But... that's not the weirdest part. She had two huge wings behind her, both white with black splatters. Her white, pointed tail swayed back and forth teasingly inbetween her legs. Two white horns were on top of her head.

Vivi smirked and twirled around, becoming engolfed in a red light. She stopped spinning, and was revealed.

Her white hair was in one think braid, tied at the end with a red ribbon. She wore a short red dress covered in sequines, that frayed at the ends. She wore fishnets over her exposed legs, her red demon tail flickering behind her. Her red horns peaked out from her mass of hair, her face wearing a grin.

"My, my Buttercup! How you've matured!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, VIVI!"

"But... angels would never dress that slutty..."

"I FUCKING SAID SHUT UP!"

"Oh, now now! That's no word for an angel to use, now is it?"

"SHUT UP!"

"Oh, wait... You AREN'T an angel... You're a defect, that's right."

Buttercup broke her defensive postition, putting her hands over her ears. She shut her eyes tight, shaking her head back and forth, repeatedly. "SH-SHUT UP!"

Vivi smirked. "Of course, the demons didn't want you either..."

Buttercup fell to her knees, tear threatening to spill.

"The only ones who liked you are dead; your father, your cousin, and someone else..."

"P-PLEASE! STOP IT!"

"Oh, that's right! SILVER! That was his name!" Vivi said in a fake tone.

Instead of responding, Buttercup lunged towards her. Before Vivi could register what was going on, she was on the ground with Buttercup pinning her down.

Vivi smirked, and easily pushed Buttercup off, and into the wall behind them. "Listen, Buttercunt, as much as I'd love to stick around, I must be going. But remember, either you'll die, or that boy will." Vivi twirled around again, and dissappeared in a puff of red smoke.

"Um... what the hell was that?" Butch said, coming out from behind the dumpster.

"Butch? I thought I told you-"

"Ah, cut the shit. What just happened? And what are you? And... what's up with that dress?"

Buttercup blushed as she twirled around, and changed back to her original outfit choice. "W-well... I... I'll tell you when we get back. I want to say this story once."

... I... Yeah. Not really pleased with this chapter. But, quick note, I did change the stories completely because FIRST! the name... epically sucked. I like this one better. TWO! I freaking can. Good enough reason for me.