A/N: Hello there! I'm really happy to see that the number of reviews that I'm getting for this story is starting to get better and better! To be completely honest, when I first started this story, I started to have a general idea (not like One Freakish Love where I had the whole plot planned from the beginning) of where it was going and once I got to the last chapter- I was completely lost. But there's good news, I am no longer lost, I am completely found and have a perfect idea of where the story is going to go! Alright, let's get started.

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You know that I'm a crazy bitch

I do what I want when I feel like it

All I wanna do is lose control

But you don't really give a shit

you don't let it go let it go with it

'cause you're fucking crazy rock'n'roll -Smile, Avril Lavigne

After the funeral was probably the hardest times that I had ever endured in my whole life. It felt like I spent an eternity in that coffin. I could hear the cries in the distance as they lowered me into the depth of the earth, each inch that I sunk into the ground I felt myself fading more and more. Finally the cries had stopped and the shoveling began. There was a lot of time to think, I thought about what I needed to do, I thought about the future and I thought about all the things that I dreamed of doing- all the little things that I took for granted that I would never be able to do. When Lare and Mika finally dug me up all my thoughts were put to rest, and I emerged as a shadow of myself.

"Well hello, dear Katherine, how was your slumber?" Lare joked as he opened the lid to my coffin. I sat up slowly, stretching my neck to the side trying to get all the kinks out of it.

"It was just peachy." I grunted in reply, shakily getting to my feet and brushing the dirt off of my white funeral gown. I could only imagine how I looked the gown was white and full of lace and I felt as if I was a porcelain doll that had been knocked off it's shelf. Mika started at me intensely, and I had obviously died and woke up someone who didn't want to deal with bullshit.

"What're you staring at?" I snapped, surprised that my eyes were still not dry from tears thanks to the frustration and the shock from what I had just witnessed, and I was just plain, flat out cranky. Mika seemed to be taken off guard and stood up straight from the shovel that he had been leaning on to dig up my grave.

"You just look-" He started, his eyes and expression still blank and innocent- almost boyish. But as if he had reminded himself of who he was his expression melted back into it's dark facade. He grunted and threw the shovel at my feet, "cover up the hole."

"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the coffin." Lare chuckled to himself, I just pursed my lips and stared at him harshly until his smile faded and he continued to help me pile the dirt back onto my empty coffin.

When we had finally gotten back to our hotel I didn't even bother changing from my funeral gown, even though I had just spent hours on end laying in a stuffy old box, I still found myself completely exhausted and ready to get a good nigh-days sleep in an actual bed.

"Don't get too confortable," Lare said as he started packing one of his bags, "we're leaving in an hour for the next city. We can not stay here, if any of your family or friends see a glimpse of you it could ensure total panic." Before I could groan or protest Mika cut in,

"Don't start whining Princess, you can sleep on the train. Now get up and let's go."

"Fine, I'm going. But not because you told me to." I replied back immaturely, instantly regretting it after I said it. What was this, the fourth grade? Before giving Mika a chance to reply I stood up and made my way to the bathroom. I placed my hands on the sink, and stared up at myself in the mirror. My long waves fell in front of my face as I wiped the death makeup off of my face revealing newly formed clear pale skin. But this wasn't who I was, and I had an idea to give myself an idea of who I would become. Maybe not, but it would be a start of leaving myself behind. I peeked my head out of the door,

"Is there a dagger or scissors or something I could use real quick?"

"Why? Contemplating suicide?" Mika snickered. Without warning, Lare quickly turned on his heel, quickly tossing a dagger in my direction. I let out a high pitch squeal, expecting the dagger to pierce straight through my heart.

"What are you yelling about!" Lare boomed, a smirk present on his face.

"What do you mean what am I yelling about? You-" I stopped when I saw that I had caught the dagger right with my own hands.

"You're a vampire now, remember?" He grinned with a raised brow before turning his back and returning to packing.

I shook my hand through my hair, as we exited off the train. My previously long locks now abandoned, my hair fell nearly two inches past my shoulders in loose, dark waves. A part of leaving myself behind, was leaving the old Kat I recognized when I looked in the mirror also behind. The new short locks gave me a new idea about myself, even though I was struggling with myself. On the ride over, each time I had fallen asleep I was shaken away by Lare or Mika from nightmares. This was going to be a journey, mostly because I was going to be battling with my inner demons more than anything. I had no other clothes to change into, and I didn't have time to buy anymore so I was still dressed in my ivory lace gown. I had on a brown long sleeved trench coat over it, the sides of the coat only reached a little longer than my dress which fell an inch or two below my knees. Just because I was tired, train-lagged, exhausted and distraught didn't mean I couldn't look good. When we finally reached the hotel room, the sun was coming up which meant Lare and Mika had to get to sleep. I, on the other hand, didn't want to revisit the nightmares, so I decided to fight against my exhaustion and walk around the city. Maybe to find an outfit that wasn't so funeral-esque.

It was a fairly large city, and it felt nice to walk in the sun. I self-consciously kept moving my fingers through my hair, surprised at the emptiness where strands used to be. After realizing that I didn't have any money, I decided to stop torturing myself with window shopping and walk through a park that I found earlier. I strolled slowly, letting the green scenery seemingly sink into my skin until I heard notes flowing through the air. My head snapped in the direction, and a smile played on my lips at what I saw. A boy was sitting on the park bench, his long fingers delicately plucking at the strings on his guitar. I couldn't really get a good look at him, but I was always attracted to artistic guys. People who were really passionate, people like myself. I slowly strolled closer, not wanting to seem creepy and leaned against a tree as he continued to play. As the last note rang out, I couldn't keep from smiling to myself.

My smile instantly faded as he spoke, placing his guitar down on the floor.

"So, did you like it?". He was tall, and extremely lanky. Something I normally wasn't into, he was extremely skinny(heheh, manorexic?) and had a soft, shy smile played on his taute, pink lips. He placed a hand in his pocket and used the other to brush his short chesnut hair out of his deep brown eyes. He was definitely cute, and his voice was soft- definitely not my usual type but there was something about him and his boyish charm that I found wildly attractive.

"Uh," I started, leaning up from off the tree- when I could finally form words I smiled and nodded my head, "yeah, I did. Did you write it?"

"Yeah," He smirked shyly again, his eyes connecting with mine but then instantly back to all the scenery around me. "I write a lot of music, I wanted it to feel beautifully depressing." Wow, he was passionate, that's whats wildy attractive. "Kind of like- well, I really don't want this to sound lame and like some kind of stupid pick up line- but kind of like Romeo and Juliet. It's so heart wrenching, but you can't look away because it's just... I'm Ryan." he trailed off, shaking his head and offering a hand out to me.

"Kat."

You said "Hey,

What's your name?"

it took one look

and now I'm not the same.

A/N: So, if you haven't talked to me you don't know that for the past couple of months I've been absolutely obsessed with Panic! At The Disco (Who I'm seeing live next month!). And even though he is no longer in the band I've just fallen in love with the former guitarist, who, like Kat is not at ALL like my usual type, Ryan Ross. Who this character- Ryan, basically is. Don't get my wrong, the lead singer Brendan is still absolutely smoking to me and I am definitely going to eyefuck him when I see them live(TMI?), but the way Ryan talks and his passion and the way he speaks about music, ah he's just absolutely adorable! Anyways the reason to this end mini-rant is, that I always like to know what characters look like especially if the author bases them off a real life person. So if you want an exact picture of the characters in your mind, google Ryan Ross and there's TBV's Ryan for you. I'm going to try and get pictures of the other characters in my mind up soon. Kat is also another extension of myself, Ronnie from OFL is me in OC form, every little piece. But Kat is another side of me, my dark haired, more moody self. When I base the characters off of myself, I find it easier to write them. So her short hair is basically inspired by the fact that my hair is now the exact same length- I'm just so original :p. Wow, what a little rant. REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW LOVES!