Cold.

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It was fucking freezing out here. I hated the cold... It wasn't exactly my friend.

Tonight, however, I had been invited to go to a meet and greet. It was the only reason I stood, waiting in the almost zero-degree temperatures of outside, waiting for that damn bouncer to let me in.

I had waited six years to meet the band that had saved me more times then I could count: Black Veil Brides. And now it was happening.

The bouncer went to let me into the venue when a staff member came outside. "I don't want to cause a commotion, but... The boys aren't here. They can't make it."

I looked at them both. How could the boys not be here?

Feeling frustrated, I decided to go for a walk.

My feet echoed loudly on the pavement as I walked. "My one chance to meet my idols... Down the drain..." I sighed as I stopped, looking up at the moon.

It was really pretty. A full moon, glowing a soft orange. Some people called them blood moons.

Suddenly, someone grabbed my shoulder, and a hand clamped down over my mouth.

I tried to scream, I really did, but no one heard me as I was shoved into the trunk of a car.

I looked up at the person. Though it was dark, I could see him.

He was clearly a male, dressed entirely in black. His face was hidden behind a wolf mask.

I felt his eyes on me as he slammed the trunk closed.

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