Disclaimer: I only own Vivian, Geena, Faith, Christine, and August. Ville Valo is the lead singer to HIM. Shannon Leto is the drummer for 30 seconds to mars. Michael (Mikey) Way is the basses in My Chemical Romance. Frank (Frankie) Iero is the rhythm guitar in My Chemical Romance. All really hot people!!

Chapter Fifteen: Lose You Tonight

Vivian debated with herself all of the next day about unlocking the doors. She finally caved and undid the locks, but kept them shut.

She decided to forgive Ville. She was being really persistent, he wasn't ready to tell her, and she just needed to accept that.

Maybe instead of asking more annoying questions, they could go for a walk around central park.

She dug through her closet to find something "suitable" for the night's occasion; something nice, but not formal. Her fingers brushed against the spider web lacing of a dress Shannon gave her for her birthday before he died, tears choked in her throat as she pulled it out.

It looked something between a Halloween costume and something one would wear to a Goth convention. It was a black corset that was laced up with red ribbon. A swaying black skirt was attached to the bottom, knee length. A spider web lacing opened at the front and dragged along the ground.

Vivian walked into the bathroom and held it up to herself to see in the mirror. She looked like Raven from her favorite childhood book, Vampire kisses… Vampire. The word was like an atomic bomb in her head. Every time she said it, thought it, saw one, she wanted to blow up.

There was so much she didn't understand. What was the difference between a half blood vampire and a full blood vampire? And what's the difference between a half blood vampire and a human?

"Ugh," she said and pulled the dress away. Not tonight. She threw it back in her closet and pulled out black slacks and a nice shirt instead. She curled and scrunched her hair, then added a little eyeliner for effect. A little makeup wouldn't kill her.

She put her shoes at the edge of her bed before climbing in it. She sat up against the wall and watched the sun sink below the city. Only an hour or so left. Vivian flipped through the channels on the TV but nothing seemed to interest her, not even CSI. She tried focusing on the murder evidence as a time waster.

Half hour, 10 minutes, 5 minutes, 1 minute, 30 seconds, 10… 9… 8… 7… 6… 5… 4… 3… 2… 1… hmmm…30 seconds late, 1 minute late, 5 minutes late, 10 minutes late, 1 hour late, 2 hours, 4 hours. He's not coming.

He warned her that he might not, but she was almost sure he would. With a heavy heart, she slumped down in the bed and fell asleep.

When time goes by, does it have a habit of repeating it's self? 3 days, 4 days, 5 days, 1 week, 2 weeks. No sign of him. If she had known were he lived, she would go and make a personal apology. Let's see, if I were a Vampire… If I was a full blooded vampire, where would I live? Underground somewhere were it was all dark, or maybe just an abandon building were no one ever came. There were plenty of abandon warehouses on the outskirts of the city, but which one to look in first? Well, you got to start some where; just pick one.

So one morning at dawn, because she wasn't stupid enough to go looking through abandon warehouses were other vampires could also be hiding at night; she began her search.

The cardboard house, the fruit house, the furniture house. She was about to give up, but decided to look in one last warehouse. Even though it was starting to get dark, she was starting to get irritated. Once she found Ville, she was going to apologize; then give him a piece of her mind.

The carpet warehouse. The door was rusty, but it was open a crack. She squeezed herself in through the door, narrowly missing a huge crate.

"Ville?" she whispered around, hoping to god that there were no other vampires in this building. She searched for a good hour and a half and was about to leave when she tripped over something.

Vivian looked down at her feet and saw an old, rusty ring about the size of her hand. She edged away and squinted in the pitch darkness to realize it was a handle to a trap door. That is so like Ville to hide in an out of the way place so no one could find him. But then again, that was the point.

Heaving and puffing slightly she managed to pull the heavy son of a bitch open, leaving a gaping black hole. She placed her foot on the top step and began descending, closing the trapdoor behind her; hoping that the steps didn't stop abruptly somewhere.

When both her feet hit solid ground, she reached around for a light switch; yet again, hoping that even though Ville didn't need a light that there still was one.

Click.

Florescent lights hung from the ceiling, piercing the darkness with their radiant glow. This had Ville written all over it.

Giant stereo, cd's, books, old fashion furniture… not to mention a coffin. It even smelled like Ville; vanilla and spearmint. Vivian inhaled deeply, taking in the scent that had long been elusive to her. She spied the newspaper on the table, opened to the story of Geena.

Then something disturbed her, where was Ville? Maybe he decided to go to her house… and now she wasn't there. Shit! I'll just have to wait here for him. So Vivian laid on the couch and fell asleep.

She woke hours later to the creaking of the trap door opening, which she had remembered she shut on her way down. Could it be Ville? Or someone else.

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Yeah, band camp is almost over so I might be able to update some more before school starts, but I still have practice after school on some days. I haven't filled you in about leaving you hanging from the last chapter, which will be explained in the next one. But I did leaving you hanging again and I'm sorry. All will be explained in a matter or time. Please read and review, and if you have any suggestions. I'm all ears.