The Preachers Daughter. Chapter 1.

Secret Hideout: The Group: 11o'clock pm.

The group, or The Masquerade as some of them call it, was meeting tonight to talk about their usual things. "Well guys I think it's time to get this meeting started," said a figure in the back of the woods grounds.

Said figure came out of the shadows to see that he was Alfred F. Jones to the townsfolk. He was a tall fellow, with his sky blue eyes, golden wheat hair that had a cowlick from the part in his bangs, and his bomber jacket that he never went anywhere without. He was obsessed with hamburgers. (A/N: Why not cheeseburgers? Cheese is awesome and good for you. It has vitamin K and yes there is such a thing as vitamin K.) He was American, not from a different country.

Slowly others came out. One was Ivan Braginski-Russian, tallest person there easily, maniac, obsessed with blood, sunflowers, and vodka. He had pale blonde-almost white-hair and violet eyes. He was always wearing the scarf that his sister made for him. He and just about everyone was scared of his little sister Natalia.

Ludwig and Gilbert Bieldshmit- Gilbert was the older of the two brothers and also the smaller, he was an albino and he was in love with German beer, claimed he was Prussian, and was in a group with his two best friends in the Bad Touch Trio; Ludwig was a blue-eyed blonde German with muscles and was also a tall person, he liked things orderly and neat, and also was in love with German beer. They could really hold their liquor no matter that they were teens.

Francis Bonnefoy was French and everyone knew it with how much he molested everyone-he was a blue eyed blonde and his hair was chin length and wavy, he had stubble on his chin, was a flamboyant person that talked endlessly about love, and he was in a group with his two best friends in the Bad Touch Trio.

Arthur Kirkland was a Brit whom was very…very (put word here-Tsundere perhaps?). He claimed he could see magical beings and use magic. He had huge eyebrows-caterpillars really -emerald green eyes and sandy-blonde messy hair. He loved tea and was very particular about the English language. He also hated the French "frog" Francis and the American "git" Alfred.

Mathieu Williams was the Canadian twin to our little American. He had blonde wavy hair like Francis and a piece of hair that curled once in front of him from the part in his hair. His eyes were like the dark violet of dusk. He was very quiet and soft spoken. He had a little toy polar bear named Kumajirou that he can never remember the name of.

There were many more but those were the most known and popular of the group. At least this was what the town knew about them and a little more. So many people hid themselves and barely found out about others like them. Most -if not all- of them were boys.

They had lanterns and torches to light up the space, they gave off a less bright light and it made it feel more renascence. It was also very easy to use and hide when people came to their territory. So naturally when they heard a female voice whispering and destroying everything in her way-obviously pissed-towards them, they hid.

The light of the moon was still illuminating everything in a more ethereal light so everyone could still see when the lights went out. The dark character came into the clearing-still a bit hidden by the shadows of the trees. The voice was only a bit familiar, it had an accent that was very commonly heard but not recognized with how the female was speaking. With all the diverse accents in the town everyone could identify people by just saying a couple words instead of confusing everything.

The voice had stopped and taken a deep breath then took a long stride towards the middle of the clearing. Some of them had to stifle their gasps when they saw who it was. It was the preacher's granddaughter -Lovina. She had a pissed face that looked at home on her face, as if it belonged there, that no one had ever seen. She started to calm and closed her eyes. Her ears were perked a bit as if listening to an invisible sound. Then she started to dance. It looked liked she was trying to get her anger out with the dance. She wasn't just moving random parts of her body and shaking her booty-like what is considered dancing now-she was moving her limbs and twirling to an unknown beat.

She wasn't wearing her usual out fit of was wearing a red dress- that was an ankle length flowing skirt, with a white blouse top and black corset around her abdomen.

With the light of the moon guiding her dance she looked like an ethereal being from one of her sisters paintings. Her sister's paintings were everywhere in the preacher's house when people went there, but no one had seen any from Lovina and no one really cared with how good her sisters were. Her dance had gone for hours most likely but time was lost in the hypnotic movements of her body. Her dance had ended with her sitting upon the ground and munching on a tomato that she pulled out of no where(A/N:or gotten from somewhere around her~).

Intent apon knowing what she was doing there, and why she was so pissed- Antonio camly walked up to her from behind, since he was the only one who seemed to be out of the hipnotic like trance of watching her, first.

so i know that i don't really write authers notes at the begining or end, but i owe you this! Im really sorry that i haven't given this to you earlier, but i pay so much more attention to my DA which has a helluva lot more stories, that i actually forget! about my FF. but here~ and I am going to try and upload all my stories here tonight...and if you gauys want to know about my real life, just ask cause i don't mind.

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