AN: Fangz 2 bloodytearz666 4 helpin me wif da chapta! BTW preps stop flaming ma story ok! (I like rock music too – I was about to say "I'm not a prep" but I'm 19 and the stereotypes kinda fizzle out at that age - , but I'd still flame this story)

(And this, children, is how Satanists break a page)

The next day I woke up in my bedroom (As opposed to the kitchen counter). It was snowing and raining again (The Met Office really should know about this). I opened the door of my coffin (Four poster? No? Okay then) and drank some blood from a bottle I had (Wouldn't it be all dried up and disgusting?). My coffin was black ebony (Black and ebony are the same thing, you mediocre dunce!) and inside it was hot pink velvet with black lace on the ends (Again, the goth with the hot pink!). I got out of my coffin and took of (Off) my giant MCR t-shirt which I used for pajamas (I use a giant MCR top as a pajama top too. Now I know that you do though...). Instead, I put on a black leather dress, a pentagram necklace, combat boots and black fishnets on (You said "on" twice. And no one cares). I put on four pairs of earrings in my pierced ears, and put my hair in a kind of messy bun. (My hair's in a messy bun, but that's because I slept in it)

My friend, Willow (AN: Raven dis is u!) (Don't leave the house ever again through shame) woke up then and grinned at me. She flipped her long waist-length raven black (The two words for black again!) hair with pink streaks (Emo hair) and opened her forest-green eyes. She put on her Marilyn Manson t-shirt with a black mini, fishnets and pointy high-heeled boots (Don't care). We put on our makeup (black lipstick white foundation and black eyeliner.) (If any of you are wondering, my usual makeup look is primer, foundation, concealer and mascara!)

"OMFG, I saw you talking to Draco Malfoy yesterday!" she said excitedly. (I know many a goth that says "OMFG")

"Yeah? So?" I said, blushing. (But you're a vampire, and they don't have blood, so you can't blush)

"Do you like Draco?" she asked as we went out of the Slytherin common room and into the Great Hall.

"No I so fucking don't!" I shouted. (So now everyone knows, because you just shouted about it. And also, don't get all worked up)

"Yeah right!" she exclaimed. Just then, Draco walked up to me.

"Hi." he said.

"Hi." I replied flirtily. ("NO, I DON'T FUCKING LIKE DRACO! GOD, RAVEN, YOU'RE SO STUPID! Hiiii, Draco! *hairflip*")

"Guess what." he said.

"What?" I asked.

"Well, Good Charlotte are having a concert in Hogsmeade." he told me. (I didn't know Good Charlotte were: A. A goth band, and B. Wizards. Otherwise they wouldn't be able to get in to Hogsmeade, on account of they wouldn't be able to see it)

"Oh. My. Fucking. God!" I screamed. (Again, OMFG) I love GC. They are my favorite band, besides MCR. (Also, shouldn't it be OMM or something? They never say anything like "Merlin's beard!" in this. But then again, "Oh my Merlin" sounds really stupid. Just say "Merlin's beard" and be done with it)

"Well…. do you want to go with me?" he asked.

I gasped. (Because Lu shoved rusty needles in my eyes and then poured acid in the wounds. No? Ebony's not real? Bugger!)