Fire Angel, Ice Demon

Chapter 3

Now, who is thee blue eyed boy?
With your kisses like cigarettes and your touch like silk,
Thee's eyes like a cracked glass pool,
Lips chapped,
Cheeks stained,
Tragic and damaged,
Broken inside,
Now, really, who is thee blue eyed wreck?

Wow...that was a weird dream.
I never knew I was some sort of awesome poet.
I didn't even know it.
The fuck, that doesn't even rhyme.

"Hey, you're up."

"Shit!" I yelled, startled by the sudden words.

I looked up.
He had blue eyes like a cracked glass pool.
Hmm, weird.

"Get up." He grabbed my arm and wrenched me up.
I yelped in pain.

"Sorry, did I hurt you?" He looked genuinely worried.

"No, I'm fine. Where am I?"
I observed my surroundings.
I had obviously been sleeping on the ground.
In a forest.
I slept on the ground.
In a goddamn forest.
A queerish, horribly cold, yet disgusting, and mouldy, forest.

Knowing this is one of my many fucked up dreams, I suppose a unicorn operating heavy machinery while selling ice cream to teen wolves will appear from a tree. 

That didn't happen.
Next tactic...

"OW! Why the hell did you slap me?? I've been trying to get your attention for ages! What have you been thinking about?!" Andy the Vamp held a hand to his cheek.

Well, ok maybe it isn't a dream.
"Where are we?" I repeated again.
"We're in a forest."
"No shit, really where are we?"
"We're somewhere away from people so you don't eat them during your training with me."
"What have you been smoking dude? What are you talking about?"

He just sighed and handed me a mirror he already had in his hand, like he knew he'd need it. Strange.

I looked in the mirror and gasped.

I looked......like me, but not me.
My normally brown hair is now tinged with a reddish-orange colour- it looked as if the tips of my hair had been set on fire.
I looked up at my skin. I had terrible acne, but that's gone now.
I looked up again.
I have a teardrop tattoo coming from my eye, but it wasn't coloured blood-red like adult vampires. It was a teal colour.
I finally gathered up the courage to look into my own eyes.
I gasp yet again escaped my mouth.
They used to be a meadow-green colour, but now they're a reddish-orange, like my hair.
They don't even look like my eyes.

Blue eyes took the mirror away and looked into my now fiery eyes.

"I, Andy Biersack, will be your mentor and promise you a safe journey to becoming a Daughter of Night."

I looked at Andy.
This is madness.

This is crazy.

I have to get out of here.

I legged it, not knowing where I am, but I just ran.

Hi! So idk if anyone reads this, but if anyone does, I hope you enjoy it! If you've any questions about the book, feel free to ask!

Peace out trouts (idk, it rhymed)