i rewrote the first chapter of my immortal and wanted to torture you with it
Now, before I go on to boring you with the ludicrous details of my dark, depressing life, there’s some things you should know about me.
First thing: My name is Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way. Yes, that is my actual name. I’ll admit that when my Mom handed in the birth certificate, there were a few less middle names, but from my experience, kids do a much better job naming themselves anyways. (And no, as much as I wish I was, I am not related in any way to our lord and saviour Gerard Way. Stop asking.)
Two: I’m a goth bitch. In case you can’t find tell. No preps allowed here, okay? Only those with the blackest of souls may join our ranks. (I’m only half kidding)
Three: I’m a vampire. Y’know, the totally goth fang dudes that everyone seems to hate so much. It’s not the best case scenario, seeing as I kind of… drink people’s blood? But as long as it’s muggle blood, no one in my house seems to care.
Four: I’m a witch. Yep, Vampire and Witch. My parents must have been to some magical creature orgy when they had me or something, but honestly I’m not willing to think about that.
Because of my Witch, my Dad had transferred me from Transylvania’s school for Girls to Hogwarts Wizard Academy a few years ago - I’m now 17, making me a Seventh year. I’m a Slytherin as well - because snakes and vampires both have fangs, get it? Whatever. It fits me.
Like most days in England, it was gloomy. Normally, I would’ve liked this, seeing as the sun was hidden by the clouds, but the rain that pattered down was starting to freeze into snowflakes, landing on my pale skin, and melting to smudge my thick black eyeliner.
As I walked across the courtyard, a gust of wind blew my long, shiny black hair into my eyes, the chill sending a shiver down my spine. For not the first time that day, I began to regret having worn fishnets. As stylish as they were, they did not do much in the way of warmth.
A loud laugh echoed across the lawn, and I looked up. Charlotte stood, her prep junkie squad standing behind her with matching leering expressions. “Heyyyy Ebony!! Omg, you look so cute today!” she raked her eyes over my body, leaving me feeling gross
“I love that skirt,” Jessica chimed in, leaning over her shoulder. She waved at the black leather miniskirt I’d bought from Hot Topic a few weeks back.
“Totally!” Charlotte stepped closer. I moved away, glaring at her. Just because Vampires and Humans are technically at peace in this school did not mean I would hesitate to bite her. “Can we get a picture with you?”
“No,” I snapped, showing off my fangs as a warning. She laughed, and I flipped her off, turning away. I could hear a chorus of cackling erupt as I ran off. I knew I was reacting exactly how they wanted.
Honestly, though, I was too tired to care at this point.
I was almost back inside when I felt someone brush my shoulder. “Fuck off you bi- Oh. It’s you. Sorry about that, Way.” It was Draco Malloy.
He was one of the few people in my house that I had a mutual respect for. At first, he’d been super obnoxious to me - apparently he thought I was a muggle, which, no bitch, I’m a full on fucking vampire - but after I threatened to bite him after he locked my pet raven in the closet, he’d realised the truth and backed off big time.
We’d been not-quite-friends since then. To be honest, he was kind of cute - not that I’d admit it. So maybe I actually did kind of like him. Just, don’t like, ship us. Only my friends get to do that!
“What’s up, Draco,” I muttered, trying not to sound grumpy.
“Good,” he replied, then frowned. “I mean, nothing much.” I giggled, rolling my eyes.
“What class do you have next?” I asked, tilting my head and smirking flirtily. I tried to hide how much I was shivering from my cold, to little avail.
Thankfully, like most boys, he wasn’t paying much attention. “Defense against the dark arts. You?”
“Divination.” I rolled my eyes as he grimaced. “I am so glad I’m not you. Professor Trelawney is an utter fraud. Last time I asked her if I’d get an A on my Charms test, and she said I’d fail. She didn’t even do anything with her tea or whatever! She just told me!” he scoffed, rolling his eyes.
“So vhat did you get?” I asked slyly. I cringed inwardly. My fucking fangs had gotten in the way again. That’s one of the things I hate about being a vampire - my ‘w’s and ‘th’s come out all wrong.
“An A, obviously.” He replied. I caught a flicker of irritation in his eyes. Liar.
“Hey- are you coming, or what?” Vincent, one of Draco’s loyal minions chimed in, looking between us.
“Shut up, Crabbe,” Draco snapped, tossing his head with annoyance. Turning back to me, he raised an eyebrow, smirking. “See you later, Way?”
“Yep,” I said, smirking back.
I heard a voice call my name from across the lawn. “Ebony! Come on! Trelawney is gonna divine us to death if you skip again, I swear!”