Angels From Helvete 𖤐

𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖞

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That late night, Vinnie and Gabby slept together on the couch next to Dead. Euronymous slept in his room upstairs as Necro and Hellhammer shared Dead's room. Feeling a bit unsettled from the now dried up blood stain covering a big spot of his carpet that no one cared to clean.

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The next morning rose. The peak of the sun awoke Gabriella as she immediately shook Vinnie awake.

"It's the morning." Gabby states with exhausted eyes.

Vinnie twitches, "Hmm?" She mumbles as she rolls over to face Gabby.

Gabby turns to the other couch, "Your friend isn't here." She tells her.

Vinnie's eyes shot open, and she locked focus with the empty couch. She sat up, stretched, grabbed Gabby's hand, and took her upstairs with her.

"This time, you're coming with me." Vinnie reminds her.

"What're we doing?" Gabby questions nervously.

"Just checking to see if anyone's awake."

As they reached the top of the staircase on the second floor. The house still remained as quiet as a fallen snowflake. Vinnie approaches Euronymous's door, still holding onto Gabby's hand tightly. Vinnie knocks against the hard wood.

"You awake?" She asks to Euronymous. The wood throws her voice back at her face.

No response.

They decide to check on Hellhammer and Necrobutcher whom were supposed to be in Dead's room.

"Hello? Any of you fuckers awake?" Vinnie shouts. She opens their doors to see the rooms empty. It suddenly became very cold. Giving Vinnie prickly goosebumps.

There was a feeling in Vinnie's stomach telling her that something wasn't right. If they were going somewhere, they would've told her. Something didn't make sense.

Vinnie and Gabriella head back downstairs, still wondering on where everyone had run off to.
An answer was called out once there was a sudden knock at the front door. A heavy intrusive knock. Created by what sounded like heavy knuckles.

"Sit on the couch. I'll get it." Vinnie assures as she lets Gabby's hand go.

Vinnie places her palm on the door knob and turns it. That sudden stomach feeling that she knew something was wrong, was right.

"Good morning, doll." Varg greets underneath his sadistic breath.

His tall self lurking over into the house as his long greasy hair lathered along his broad shoulders. That skeeze of a grin he always kept present was wider than any smile she's ever seen before.

Without any control, Vinnie fell to her feet, and looked down at her legs to see that they had disappeared from her body. Her breath shortening.

What the fuck is happening?
She thought frantically.

"Oh, Vinnie, you're coming with me." Varg laughs as he bends down and picks her up off the floor and carries her over his shoulder.