Phoebe looked over towards Sabrina, who was drumming her fingers melodically on the dashboard of Phoebe's yellow Volkswagon. Phoebe smiled to herself, turning her attention back on the road. "You know, Sabrina, you should save it for the gig." Sabrina flicked her black hair and turned to Phoebe.
She only made a 'whatever' face. "Pshhhh." Her lips were curled into a defiant sneer. "I need to warm up. When you're a drummer, you have to keep your skills up whenever you can." Phoebe didn't argue.
The two teenagers were heading to their first gig at Sweaty's BBQ. They were in a band, of course. "Black Hole" was the name. It had been Sabrina's idea.
Their other members, Gerard and Mikey were coming in a separate vehicle. Phoebe was lead guitarist, Sabrina was percussionist, Mikey was the lead singer and frontman, and last but not least was Gerard, bass guitarist and Sabrina's emo boyfriend.
"I just hope Mikey warmed up too," Phoebe said, her teeth gritted. "You know what he sounds like when he doesn't warm up." she turned the steering wheel sharply, pulling into a rather full parking lot. Sabrina nodded in agreement, slipping on her leather motorcycling gloves. "Well, looks like we're here. And with a pretty decent audience at that."
The two young women got out of Phoebe's car, heading towards the trunk to get out her guitar.
It was dark outside. Dark enough that the neon lettering of Sweaty's BBQ was on. Or at least, most of it was. Right now it actually spelled: "Sw at' BB" Phoebe laughed nervously to herself, her autumn leaf-colored hair falling over her pale-skinned face.
"Something wrong?" Sabrina asked, her lips drawn into a shaky grin. She pulled her drum sticks from her back pocket. They clicked together like the sound of a clock ticking.
Phoebe's eyes widened for a moment and her hands grew clammy. "No, I just hope I don't go through one of my spells again. Sabrina, what'll happen if I do start acting funny? Do we call of the concert?" Her voice was rapid. Nervous. Cold.
Sabrina closed the trunk of the car and frowned. "I don't know. Let's just go find Mikey and Gerard."
Phoebe nodded, holding the handle of her guitar case tightly. "Ok."
{A/N} Sorry it was so short!
So, what is Phoebe's problem? Read chapter two of part 1 to find out!
She only made a 'whatever' face. "Pshhhh." Her lips were curled into a defiant sneer. "I need to warm up. When you're a drummer, you have to keep your skills up whenever you can." Phoebe didn't argue.
The two teenagers were heading to their first gig at Sweaty's BBQ. They were in a band, of course. "Black Hole" was the name. It had been Sabrina's idea.
Their other members, Gerard and Mikey were coming in a separate vehicle. Phoebe was lead guitarist, Sabrina was percussionist, Mikey was the lead singer and frontman, and last but not least was Gerard, bass guitarist and Sabrina's emo boyfriend.
"I just hope Mikey warmed up too," Phoebe said, her teeth gritted. "You know what he sounds like when he doesn't warm up." she turned the steering wheel sharply, pulling into a rather full parking lot. Sabrina nodded in agreement, slipping on her leather motorcycling gloves. "Well, looks like we're here. And with a pretty decent audience at that."
The two young women got out of Phoebe's car, heading towards the trunk to get out her guitar.
It was dark outside. Dark enough that the neon lettering of Sweaty's BBQ was on. Or at least, most of it was. Right now it actually spelled: "Sw at' BB" Phoebe laughed nervously to herself, her autumn leaf-colored hair falling over her pale-skinned face.
"Something wrong?" Sabrina asked, her lips drawn into a shaky grin. She pulled her drum sticks from her back pocket. They clicked together like the sound of a clock ticking.
Phoebe's eyes widened for a moment and her hands grew clammy. "No, I just hope I don't go through one of my spells again. Sabrina, what'll happen if I do start acting funny? Do we call of the concert?" Her voice was rapid. Nervous. Cold.
Sabrina closed the trunk of the car and frowned. "I don't know. Let's just go find Mikey and Gerard."
Phoebe nodded, holding the handle of her guitar case tightly. "Ok."
{A/N} Sorry it was so short!
So, what is Phoebe's problem? Read chapter two of part 1 to find out!
Katherine was sitting on a chair. A row of small stakes pinched each arm to the arm-rests and a special kind of muzzle kept her mouth shut. The muzzle also had stakes, smaller than the arm stakes, and they pierced through Katherine’s jaws. “I’m sorry for the inconvenience” Veronica said demeaning. “Actually, I’m not. You had this coming. You broke in here, you threatened me” She took a chair and put it down in front of Katherine. “Such a pity Derek chose the wrong side. If he hadn’t Damon Salvatore would be sitting next to you”
Katherine managed to produce a smirk.
“Oh, don’t be so smug” Veronica sniffed. “I’ll get to him. He’s the one that killed Kelsey. He will die a slow and painful death” she said, more to herself than to Katherine. She stood up and walked to a corner, where she picked up her cross-bow. “In the meantime” she said, while she aimed the crossbow at Katherine. “I have you to have fun with” and she fired.
Katherine managed to produce a smirk.
“Oh, don’t be so smug” Veronica sniffed. “I’ll get to him. He’s the one that killed Kelsey. He will die a slow and painful death” she said, more to herself than to Katherine. She stood up and walked to a corner, where she picked up her cross-bow. “In the meantime” she said, while she aimed the crossbow at Katherine. “I have you to have fun with” and she fired.
Damon raced outside and got into his car. He turned around the keys and drove onto the street. He then pushed the accelerator pedal and raced ahead.
He tried to keep his eyes open. He should have drunken some blood, if only just a little bit. He could almost feel his body breaking inside. But he had to stay awake long enough to get to the hospital.
Other drivers were hooting, because he drove from right to left and from left to right.
“Where did you get your driving license?!” someone yelled angry.
Damon felt his eyes fall down. The car drove for another few yards, while other drivers tried to avoid it.
Then the car drove off the road, turned over three times, landed on its upper side and caught fire.
He tried to keep his eyes open. He should have drunken some blood, if only just a little bit. He could almost feel his body breaking inside. But he had to stay awake long enough to get to the hospital.
Other drivers were hooting, because he drove from right to left and from left to right.
“Where did you get your driving license?!” someone yelled angry.
Damon felt his eyes fall down. The car drove for another few yards, while other drivers tried to avoid it.
Then the car drove off the road, turned over three times, landed on its upper side and caught fire.