Reflection Of Death (Jahvie)

Chapter One: Starting Today, You Are Cursed!

PLOT IS NOT BY @ImaDevilOnTheInside, SHE IS SIMPLY THE ONE WHO WROTE THE STORY OUT. ALL IDEAS AND PLOT WERE CREATED BY filthyanimalsgtc, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO HER.

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Blasting speakers making you only hear through one ear. Strobe lights that make you blind. People cheering your name and grabbing your hand as if you're their lifeline. Sweat dripping from your face as you danced to the beat. Your throat becoming sore from screaming into your microphone.

Are the best feelings ever.

"Come on everybody! Jump with me! One, two, three, four-!" the beat dropped and so did everyone else as they hopped in the air. I lifted my arms and clapped my hands above my head. Smiling faces met my own and I laughed at the amazing feeling of adrenaline pumping through me.

The music stopped and so did everyone in the crowd, including me. I was panting, and I knew then that I was going to crash hard tonight. I looked over to see Jayy talking a gulp of his water and talking to our drummer. I turned back to the crowd and put the microphone to my lips, "all right everybody, this is the end of the show. The meet and greet is over by where our shirts are selling," I pointed across the room to where I saw a fan with blue hair buy the Bitchcraft shirt from Aussie, "We love all of you. Goodnight!"

I watched the people in the crowd scramble to form a line at the merch booth before making my way over to my husband, who was now leaning against the wall behind the stage curtain, hidden from view as he took a big drag from his cigarette. He smiled as I approached, "the show was great. I'm surprised you didn't crowd surf on the turtle this time though,"

I shrugged and leaned next to him, leaning my head against the wall and sighed, "yeah, but I just wasn't feeling it tonight. I thought some girls would actually tear me off of it," I love my fans, but some can be a bit too much.

"Maybe," he exhailed the smoke from his lungs, making it drift through the air in swirls, "we have tomorrow off, right?"

"Affirmative,"

"We should go on a date," another puff, "it's been a while since we have,"

He was right, it's been a few months since we have. I rolled my head to the side to look at him, "oh? Where to?"

"How about a dinner and a movie?"

I gave a smart ass smirk, "what are we, in fucking high school?"

He glared and puffed out his chest defensively, sucking his teeth, "psh. Fine, let's stay and rot on the bus,"

I smiled for real this time, reaching over and pressing his chest so it would go back to normal. I stepped closer, looking up at him since he was taller, "I'd love to go. Besides, we can do other stuff on the bus too," I winked at the end so he catches my drift.

The cocky smirk he was giving me said he did. Making sure the cigeratte was from burning-distance, he placed his arms around my waist, "hey now, don't say stuff like that, or else I'm not going to want to go,"

I laughed, "don't get your hopes up. The bus will be filled with everyone,"

He nuzzled my cheek with his nose, "I could get them to leave," he trailed down and placed a featherlight kiss on my neck.

"Down, boy," I slowly pushed him off, not helping my smile, "come on, time to meet fans"

He obviously didn't want our little session to end but threw his cancer stick to the ground anyways and stomped it out, taking my offered hand before we made our way to the merch booth.