This Fanfiction is written by Chaos Cherry

Chapter One

(About a year earlier)

I sit on Castiel's carpet, the bass from the dancing in the basement pulses through me rhythmically. The party slithers and slides around me.

"Nathaniel." Silver taps on my shoulder. She is wearing sparkly fishnet tights, black shorts and a neon green tank top, matching the green beads in her black dreadlock extensions. "This is Chaos, keep an eye on her." She shoves a dainty girl in my direction, then quickly turns around and is consumed by the party as quickly as she appeared.

"Wait where are you going!?" I shout after her, but it's no use. She is gone. I look to the tiny girl she shoved in my direction. She has waist long Black hair and piercing red eyes. A Black sliced dress hugs her body, stopping just before her mid thigh. Neon blue blades slither through the cuts in her dress.

She looks too graceful to know Castiel, but that might just be the pills I took earlier.

She comes down to my level and places herself so close to me I can feel the heat radiate through her body, into mine.

"I'm Nathaniel, and i guess I'm in charge of your wellbeing now." I shake her hand in the way I was trained from childhood, be a perfect gentleman. She smiles warmly and lets go of my hand only to be shoved into me again. "Sorry." She says looking up to me, her boobs are pressed up against my chest. "It's fine."

I put my hands on her shoulders and pull her to the side of the room away from all the bustling. She looks grateful.

"Um, Well i guess I'm Chaos now, so, it's nice to meet you." The energy from her body to mine is almost too much. I see a tinge of discomfort in her eyes and decide to pull back. I step back only for her to tightly grasp my arm. "I know this is weird." She says, her hands slightly shaking, "But I'm not good with groups I don't know, can you stay with me till I find someone?"

She explains that she met Silver a good twenty minutes ago, where she promptly decided her new name was Chaos and brought her here.

A classic Silver move, always reliable.

"I like Chaos, I think it suites you." Something about those eyes, "But what's your real name?"

Her face seems a little flushed, but grateful to not be alone.

"Kitty." She mumbles.

She's in the middle of telling me about how she just moved here, and doesn't really know anyone yet when Castiel appears next to me, silencing her.

"Hey," He says tersely. "I have some 'party favors' in my room, if you're interested."

Always down for something new in my system I give him a nod then turn to Chaos.

"K, bye. Nice meeting you." I turn to go, when her hand around my arm stops me. Her eyes are wide and desperate.

"Take me with you." She mouths.

Ugh.

What do I do? I can't take her with me? I hate these moral dilemmas. What would a boy scout do?

Fuck, a boy scout would take her with him.

"Fine." Relief instantly spreads across her face. "But you have to be...cool, with what's going on in there. Got it?

"Yeah, yeah I'm totally cool. Just please don't leave me."

I lead her through the house, through the crowd, to Castiel's room. I almost lose her four times in the sea of people. His stark white bedroom door is oddly welcoming as I open it. A few people I know and a few I don't sit in a messy circle on the floor. I take a spot against the foot of the bed and Chaos sits next to me. We look like we're about to sacrifice a virgin to Satan, but in reality it's a much more destructive ritual.

Castiel goes first, sinking deep into himself as the chemicals course through his veins. He pulls the needle out of his arm and hands it directly to Chaos. She looks at me as if to ask for permission.

"Go ahead." I tell her. She holds it for a second as if she doesn't know what to do.

Of course, she's probably never done this before. The sweet little flower. I grab a band from behind me to show her how it's done. I turn back to her, ready to share my wisdom, but she's already filling the syringe.

Oh.

Never mind.

She's about to put tie the band when-

"WAIT." I interject. "That just came out of Castiel's arm," I say taking the needle from her hand. "And he has like twelve STD's" I disinfect the needle with my lighter then hand it back to her.

"I can't have him infecting my little flower."

She takes the needle and raises an eyebrow at me, but doesn't say anything.

The room seems to melt away and all I can see is her.

She seems to be glowing, and all the drugs in my system make her even more magical to me.

She slides the band up her delicate arm and when she pulls to tie it, it snaps. The sound assaults my ears and leaves a red mark on her arm.

She doesn't miss a beat and grabs the end of the band pulling and tying it, in movements so complex and graceful to me, she forms a tight knot on her porcelain forearm.

I could have just handed her another band, but she's so wrapped up in her own bubble to break it would be committing a crime.

She pulls the end tight and holds it with her teeth her teeth, straining her jaw to keep it tight.

The veins and muscles in her neck move under her skin as she holds the band.

Giving it a final tug with her mouth she looks satisfied, the look of pure determination in her rich red eyes, hypnotises me.

She barely has to tap on her arm before her vein comes to the surface of her translucent skin.

She takes the needle and as it slips under her skin I feel my stomach drop.

I'm more wrapped up in one girl shooting up than I have been in anything in a long time, but to me this is the act of an angel. She's not just doing drugs she's soothing a troubled soul, and I'm completely infatuated with her. I watch her every movement, soaking up everything as if this will never happen again.

As she pushes the chemical into her body her eyes lose the edge and soften. Her body relaxes and she leans on me, content. She undoes her band and passes me the needle.

I go through the motions and smile at the sharp pain of the syringe under my skin.

"Aren't you going to clean it? You just went on your whole rant about infections. What if I give you something?" Chaos asks me.

I turn and look deep into those haunting ruby eyes.

"Oh, I'll take anything from you." I say flirtatiously, she blushes and I push the drugs into my bloodstream. Handing the needle off to the next junkie.

I don't know how much time passes, we just lay on Castiel's bedroom floor. People come and go, but we remain in our own little world.

We're not touching, but she feels closer to me than physically possible.

"Nathan?" She asks.

I roll on my side to look at her.

"Yeah?" She lays perfectly still on her side across from me. Her hair making large spirals on the floor.

Tears well up in her perfect eyes, spilling over and splashing onto the floor, leaving dark circles in the carpet.

"Nathaniel." She whimpers as she slams her head into her hands. She pulls tight at the roots of her hair, as if to pull out all of the pain and suffering she's endured. "Nathaniel." She looks at me with wide wet eyes.

"Make it stop." Her tears continue to fall in between gasps as her hands pull harder at her hair. "Make the pain stop."

A feeling splashes through me. I don't know what it is, all I know is I'm not okay with it. I don't know what to do. Do I touch her? Leave her?

She pulls at her hair again actually succeeding in removing some strands. "Stop!" I yell as I fall to her and grab her wrists. She bends and whines in my grasp.

"Make it stop." She cries over and over.

"Fine." I cup her face with my hands, looking deep into her red eyes. "I'll make the pain stop." Her tears are temporarily halted as she watches me stand, walk over to Castiel's bedside table, open a drawer and remove a pair of scissors.

I touch her arm gingerly. She doesn't resist so i help her into a sitting position, she holds my stare constantly. The tears haven't stopped but they fall silently instead of dramatically. I sit on my knees mirroring her, "I'm going to make it all better, okay?" and in that moment that's all I want. I want to make everything in her life all better. For the rest of her life.

I run my fingers through her hair and she closes her eyes. The silk dark strands fall through my fingertips. I gather a small amount in my hand.

"Ready?" I whisper.

"Ready." She breathes.

I take the harsh metal scissors and cut the hair. It falls to the ground, strands scattering from there original gathering.

A small smile forms across her lips.

A take Another handful and cut her free. I cut and cut, breaking the strands of hair and the faster I go the bigger her smile.

I see her hair as chains that I free her from.

She starts giggling, and I smile to, as the soft locks fall around me and assault any bare skin it can find.

I keep going, and she keeps laughing, until he black hair is short and choppy and littering the floor around us.

A small white glow seems to radiate from her skin and she looks so light she could float. I place my hands under her jaw and on the sides of her face, she relaxes into my hands.

"Open your eyes." I whisper.

She's hesitant but looks around anyways. Her eyes fall on her hair on the ground and she smiles at me with warmth and love.

"Thank you."

She slips her hands into mine and they rest between us. We don't talk. We sit and stare at each other as the bass from the party still pumps through my veins.

There's only a wall separating us from the us from the rest of the party but again it feel like we're in a whole other world.

The glowing seems brighter and I can feel a heat pulse through her hands into mine. I can feel the disturbance in the air when she breathes.

She's perfect.

I want to be close to her but I feel like any closer might kill me.

The door opens.

Fuck.

Castiel comes in. Looks at the hair on the floor. Scoffs. And sits unnecessarily close to me.

I can feel our little world shattering as he picks up a bag of chips and loudly inhales them.

"Can I help you?" I turn to him dropping Chaos' grip.

"Mmm yeah," He says between chips. "Silver's looking for her." He motions towards Chaos.

"Oh shit." She panics as her hands search her person. "Where's my phone?" She asks frantically as she stands up. "I don't know." I say as she smiles at me for a last time and strides out into the party. I keep my eyes glued to her as she walks out the door. "Wait!" When it shuts I feel like she took a piece of me with her.

"Are you okay?" Castiel asks me, eyebrow raised.

"Bro," I sigh, "I think I'm in love."

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