Hello. How are you? How am I, you may ask, well, I'm pissed! My i-Pod is deciding to be a total bitch and not play. The screen is totally dark and I am mad. Okay so I was listening to High School Never Ends by Bowling For Soup and I was wondering, does anyone else remember when sex was like a curse word? Haha.

I am listening to: Waiting Outside The Lines by Greyson Chance

'Try to have no regrets,

Even if it's just tonight,

How you gonna walk ahead

If you just keep living blind,

Stuck in the same position,

You deserve so much more,

There's a whole world around us,

Just waiting to be explored.'

…

George kept peering over at Lena; she was shaking and paler than he had even seen before. He wondered what sort of relationship she had with the Dumbledore's.

He compared her to what she looked like before she was undead. She was now extremely skinny; he could count the ribs through her shirt. Her once, high cheekbones, were hollow and gaunt. She had dark purple bags under her eyes, and her once cold dark brown eyes were an eerie red. Her fingers were long and thin, with the finger nails a sickening purple. Her once rose red lips were a light purple. Her skin was the biggest change though. Once tan and smooth was now snow white and dry. He turned to study Fred. He was still as tall as ever. Though, his skin was paler, making his freckles stand out even more. He had the same qualities as Lena only he looked like he wasn't starving himself on a daily basis.

"Where are we going?" George asked as the crossed into the shadier part of muggle London.

"Home sweet home." Lena said with a grin that said anything but.

"Lena's flat." Fred told his brother.

"So is being stabbed by a basilisk fang the only way to become human again?" George asked, while dodging a sleeping muggle.

"That way turns you into a muggle, magicless. There is only one supposed way that turns you to the way you were before becoming a vampire." Lena wrinkled her nose in disgust as she thought of it.

"And what is that?" George asked as he looked at her with mild curiosity.

Lena faked puking before answering, "Love." She spat out the word like it was something foul.

"A vampire has to fall in love?" George said disbelievingly.

"Not only that, but the person has to love them back." Lena said while spitting on a beggar.

"So what you are saying is that you will be a vampire for the rest of your existence." George said snidely.

"You know what, Weasley! Fuck you! I hope you fucking die on your way home tonight! That way I will be able to fucking watch the life leave your arse of a body!" Lena shouted at him and teleported away.

"She hasn't eaten today." Fred said as an explanation.

"Did you really want me to be a vampire?" George asked his less than identical twin.

"Not really. But Lena knows how to push people's buttons to join." Fred answered.

"But-," he was cut off by Fred saying, "We're here."

"This is where you live?" George asked. They were standing in front of an abandoned building.

"Yep." Fred answered cheerfully before entering.

…

Lena was pissed. So, so pissed. How dare he! Does he not know who she is? What she could do to him! Hasn't he heard the sickenly true stories about all the muggles she tortured? Who needed love, anyways! Love makes you do stupid things! Love made her sick!

Her father never loved her, her mother never loved her, the only one who loved her was he little brother who was also a vampire. She remembered the looks on her parents' faces when they saw her after her transformation! The icing on the cake was the fact that Joseph wanted to come with her.

That taught those stupid muggles to mess with her.

She wondered, though. What would it be like? What would true love really be like?

No! She mustn't think like that. She mustn't fail herself and get involved with petty emotions. She knew she shouldn't have gone to the battle. Now she owed her life to that idiot Fred Weasley. Even worse, she basically had to baby sit his brother, George for him!

It repulsed her that those two idiots actually got to learn magic. It repulsed her even more than she condemned one to a fate even worse than death.

She didn't admit, well rather wouldn't, but the two nimrods were actually starting to grow on her. Though, if you brought it up you probably wouldn't live to see the next day. Minor technicality.

No, she would never, ever admit that she was falling for one George Fabian Weasley.

…

Ok so I know that George didn't get answers but I couldn't exactly work that in today's chapter.

So this morning I was talking to me brother and mum, and my mum told me this story about how this white man chained a black man to the back of his pick up truck and drug him on the ground until he died, and all the time I am thinking: WHAT THE FUCK! What kind of sick bastard, sick son of a bitch would ever fucking do something as fucked up as that! I hope he lives in hell because he is really fucked up! He got executed so all is good. Well, not good. An innocent man died but a horrible despicable creature was killed. Sick fuck.

Anyways, I am listening to: Broken by Seether ft. Amy Lee

'I wanted you to know I love the way you laugh,

I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away,

I keep your photograph, I know it serves me well,

I wanna hold you high and steal your pain,

'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome,

And I don't feel right when you're gone away,

You're gone away.'

O.o Livi Lou o.O