Sacrifice

4. 1-5

Once again, she is CRAZY so please don't be all judgmental since this is your second warning, thanks🤘🖤

This is also within the span of a few days♥️

+Zayan Colt+

In German:

"Did you get it?"

"Yes. It was hard because she had to take her drunk friend home first but it was good." I set my keys on the table.

"Good, how do you like her?"

"She confuses me. But I like it." I shrugged.

"She's hot. I can't lie." Armin smiled, sitting on the couch.

"She looks like a sadist." Oswald quirked a brow.

I shrugged.

"He's a masochist. He can take it." Walden snorted.

"Exposed."

"You write songs about it. The whole world knows your kinks." Armin lit a cigarette.

"You want a woman to hug you while threatening you. She is that." Oswald nodded.

"She's a bit terrifying too." Walden sighed, turning on the TV.

-English-

"Well excuse me, I have a ticket to mail."

+Melantha Collins+

I printed out the photo in multiples and pasted them in my room, adding to my bulletin board.

I looked like them. I didn't look like a fangirl.

Granted I wasn't that.

If I hear people gush about them I don't feel that way.

If people say they don't like them, I don't even get defensive.

I touched over his face in the photo.

I licked over my lips for what seemed to be the thousandth time.

I didn't want to wash my makeup off. Not the makeup he smudged himself.

I felt empty inside. Unfulfilled.

I grabbed the envelope I hid behind a painting and opened to see all the marks he'd left on other women.

He has a thing for biting. Licking. Often refers to himself as a vampire in his music. Which made sense.

But all these women carried hickey's, bites, bruises.

I envied them so much. All I got was my makeup smeared.

I should be grateful I got that close and got that treatment.

But I couldn't help but need more.

My heart hurt. I deserved more from him.

I put the photos back and turned on my music, listening to him as I got ready to shower.

I loved the growls in his voice, every live version playing in my head as he did his hair flips that I loved so much.

-

I woke up, a small headache apparent and I got my initial morning things out of the way.

I sat at my computer and switched along all the cameras to see if his car was still at their house.

Getting access to street cameras aren't difficult.

With this, my phone began ringing.

"Hello?"

"Omg, last night felt like a dream! I got a ticket in the mail to go to their concert and I didn't even pay for it!" She said and I stood, walking down my driveway and opening my mailbox.

I took in all my mail and dissected everything until I held an envelope in my hands.

"I did too." I said to Myla.

"No way!"

I opened it and it came with a note and a ticket along with a backstage pass.

I didn't tell her about that. I refused.

I don't know how to spell your name, for that I'm sorry. I don't write a lot in English but this is the only backstage pass, I figured you could have it, you seem respectful of us and not so aggressive or too excited.

Show up, or don't.

TdL

I stared at it.

"When should we get ready and get there-"

"We have to drive separately." I said.

"What? Why?"

"Because afterwards I plan on... visiting my mom's grave." I made that up. Not really I just wouldn't be going.

"Oh. I can come with-"

"It's gonna be my parents anniversary that day. It's a bit personal."

"Can't you go after you drop me off?"

"Myla."

"I'm sorry, that's fine. I respect it. But we need to go shopping."

"Alright."

"Tonight?"

"Text me the time."

She hung up and I stared at the letter.

This backstage pass was going for thousands.

They always usually do only one or two passes, five at most.

None of them talk enough to be around hyped emo girls.

So I felt a bit wary.

I went back into my room and looked at the laptop.

He was leaving to the venue.

They had to practice tonight since it was in two days.