Band Imagines/One-Shots

And Then I Lost It All // Legion of the Black ~ Black Veil Brides

**Writing this in 1st POV**

I gasped as I hit the ground, and turned around to see that thing coming closer.

I've been looking for them for months, and I thought I came to their base camp. But instead, I stumbled upon F.E.A.R.'s tower, and one of those things came out.

I heard they're called Reapers, so that's what I call them.

The reaper swung it's long weapon at me, but I rolled over, it just barely scratching my arm. I gasped and stepped back, pressing my hand to it.

I ripped my necklace off of my neck, holding it up to the reaper, but it didn't miss a beat, almost oblivious that I held it up, and swung at me, making me gasp and duck.

It should have worked!! Unless..the legion is being overpowered...

I looked at the charm in my hand in disbelief, and back up to the reaper, the black aura surrounding him whipping around in the wind.

Shit.

I stepped backward, dodging his long staff once again, but tripped over a rock behind me.

This is it.

The reaper got closer agonizingly slow. It almost had a grin on it's face, as it lifted it's staff, and impaled me right through my leather vest, into my right shoulder. It would have got me straight in the chest if I hadn't moved, but nonetheless, my scream pierced the air.

It ripped the staff out, and impaled me once more, in my stomach, beneath the wraps I wore, before ripping it out, and disappearing in a haze. My head tilted to my right, and my blood spilled over the cracks of the desert, my pendant laying next to me.

I tried so hard to get to them.

But I guess it's over.

But a shadowed figure stepped in view, just as blackness took over my vision.

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"And then I lost it all.." a rough voice sang. Who is that?

"and who can save me now?" It continued quietly.

Wait, a reaper got me.

I gasped and sat up, crawling backwards after my eyes opened. There sat a man, his arms covered in tattoos, and a leather vest covering a little bit of his torso. A fire was in front of him, revealing he had a lip ring, and I think I saw a nose ring too. His black hair hung down his right side, and it was shaved a bit on the left.

In his hands was my pendant, and I immediately put my hand on my neck where it usually laid.

"Where did you get this?" He asked softly, holding it up, the fire illuminating it more.

I hesitated, looking him up and down. Who was this?

"Were you looking for us?" He asks softly as well. My eyebrows furrow in confusion, until he shifts, so I can see the back of his vest.

'Prophet'

My eyes widen and I instantly nod without thinking. The Prophet turns back towards me and leans down towards me a little bit.

"The Mystic healed your wounds. I found you right after. I was trying to hurry and help you, but I was too late." I bit my lip, unsure exactly how to respond.

"Thank you." I finally say. The Prophet smirks, and nods.

"You're welcome." Suddenly a man bursts into the tent, striding past me and facing The Prophet. He wears a similar vest as The Prophet's, and the back of his says 'Mourner'.

"Andy, they're coming." He says rushed. The Prophet nods.

"Okay. You know what to do." The Mourner nods.

"Destroyer and Mystic are at the gate. Deviant is hiding the younger ones."

"Good." The Prophet looked back at me. "Wanna help?" I grin, standing up, and cracking my knuckles, a small fire encasing my hand.

"I thought you'd never ask."

Hey guys! Honestly, I kinda had fun writing this. Would you like me to write more about Killjoys and Legion of the black? Or both (in one)? 😋

Let me know. Thanks guys ❤

~xoxo Tessa