you both turned around and saw a person standing in the doorway of the living room.
"hello ... brother," said Blackheart coldly.
"hello Blackheart. still trying to win father's attention? pity. you know as well as i do that i'll always be father's favorite. you're pathetic," Damien said. Blackheart looked downtrodden.
"you leave him alone! what's he ever done to you?" you demanded, jumping to Blackheart's defense.
"its the fact that he exists is the problem," Damien said.
now you had enough. it wasn't fair that Blackheart got the brunt of his brother's torture. you knew this feeling all too well. all 6 of your brothers did the exact same to you. but the thing is ... you knew how to handle it whare as Blackheart did not. having 6 brothers sometimes comes in handy.
"okay that's it!" you yelled and changed into your ghost rider form. it's a flaming skeleton, by the way."you ... guilty! your hands are stained by the blood of the innocent! look into my eyes. feel their pain!"
Damien laughed.
"your penance stare won't work on me rider! i have no soul to burn!" Damien said, gleefully.
your grip on his neck tightened menacingly making Damien choke and struggle for breath. then he smiled and disappeared in a puff of smoke. you turned back into your normal shape (full bodied and very curvy).
"thank you, Serena," Blackheart said.
"you're welcome. hey! you said my name!"
"yes i guess i did. i think you might have earned my respect with that little stunt you pulled on my brother."
"well, i had to seeing as you wouldn't stick up for yerself. besides, you're lucky you just got one. i got 6 of the retarded sh*tbags!" you said.
"wow 6 brothers. i can see why you're such a tomboy."
"thank you," you said popping ghost rider into the DVD player.
you spent the morning watching it, fully engulfed in the plot. once it ended Blackheart was completely speachless.
"earth to Ole Black. Hello!" you said, waving your hand in front of his eyes.
"huh? what? is Damien back for round 2?" he asked.
"no, thank god. you spaced out on me, dumb-dumb. back to earth please!" you said.
you were trying to make him smile. you wanted to see a genuine smile on Blackheart's face. it was something you couldn't quite explain but you felt he was unintentionally getting into your soul.
"why did you call me Ole Black?" he asked suddenly.
"that way i won't get you confused with the horse out in the stable," you said in a 'wel d'uh!" tone.
"i think you need a new rider outfit," he said.
"why? ain't this good enough?" you asked.
"absolutely not!" he replied.
"let me guess ... i need 20 pounds of black leather," you said, your tone giving away that you weren't fond of wearing leather anywhere other than your feet. "i'd rather go for the old west style."
"no way!" he replied.
"ugh. fine bring on the 20 pounds of pure cow hide," you said reluctantly. "does it have to be 20 pounds?"
"no. come on. you need those clothes," he answered.
you got up and went to saddle Blaze for yourself and Blackheart for, well, Blackheart. once the horses were saddled, you both rode off to the nearest clothing store to buy black leather for you. god i hope Blackheart (the demon not the horse) knows your size!