I heard multiple footsteps hit the cold hard concrete, signaling that someone was coming. I backed up til my back was against the back of the cage. I was cold and afraid.
When they finally arrived, I noticed that there were four of them and they were dressed weird. They had on black leather pants, black boots, and leather jackets. Their hair was teased in every direction and they had make up on.
They strodded past my cage looking at everyone else, occasionally stopping to commune with one another.
"To tall." The short long black haired one said.
"This one's to skinny." Said the blonde one.
Truth be told, we were all skinny. Very skinny. They barely fed us here. Just enough to keep us alive.
I was born Chloe Marie Snowdon. On Halloween, nineteen seventy. To Adam and Juliette Snowdon.
My parents were loving parents, who loved me and never mistreated me. Until one unfortunate night, they went out for their anniversary, but never came back. The news had said, that there was a terrible car accident that left no survivors. The cause of the accident was a drunk driver, who tires had slipped on the newly wet roads, and lost control of the wheel, hitting the car on the opposite side of the road. That was in eighty Four, I was only fourteen.
Since then I've been on my own. Going from orphanage to orphanage. Home to home.
One day while I was looking for food to steal out of a store, a man came up to me asking if I wanted something to eat. Seeing that I've been eyeing the food since I walked in. He looked to be a nice man so I said yes. He bought me a burger, fries, and something to drink. He then proceeded to take me to an empty alley way and hit me causing me to black out. I awoke in this cage, in this strange place. Not knowing anyone or where I was. Fast-forward to the year nineteen eighty seven, I'm now seventeen, I've been here three long years and nobodies ever bought me, or had an interest in me.
Well until now...
"Which one is she Vince?" The tall lanky one asked, pulling me from my thoughts.
The man I assumed was Vince, came up to my cage and bent down. He had on a grey ripped T-shirt and a black leather vest with black leather pants and boots. His hair was bleached blonde and teased.
"Come here." He said in a stern, but soft voice.
I flinched and scooted to the front of the cage into the light.
He looked me over and I noticed he had beautiful brown eyes. They we're the same color as mine.
"She's got looks that kill, just like her father." He said, with a smirk.
"Let's go!" The short one said, getting impatient.
I jumped and curled into a ball using my long blonde hair to hide my face.
"Way to go Mick, you scared her." The man who had his long teased hair covering his eyes, said.
He shrugged his shoulders and walked out.
"Come here kitten. We're not gonna hurt you." Vince said, as a sincere smile spread on his face.
I know I should be afraid of him, but something about him made me feel safe. About all of them. Like there was a emotional pull to them. Something told me I shouldn't be afraid of them.
They made their purchase and put me in their car. Which was a big wide blue van with Mötley Crüe written on the side. It sat all five of us comfortably. In the very back there was a drum set, guitars, and mic stands set up against the back door of the van.
I looked at them questioningly.
"We're in a band, called Mötley Crüe." The tall lanky one explained.
Once we were going down the road, the man who spoke to Mick spoke up,
"What's your name?"
"Chloe Snowdon." I answered quietly, I was still slightly scared of them.
"I'm Nikki Sixx, that tall lanky fucker beside you is Tommy Lee, the one that yelled and frightened you is Mick Mars, he's usually quite. And blondie is Vince Neil." He said.
I nodded my head.
"Let's head to you're new home." He said with a smile, turning his attention back to the road.
We arrived at a huge three story Gothic mansion. It almost looked abandoned. There was dead leaves laying everywhere, moss growing on the side of the house and near the door. It definitely had a 'Addams Family' feel to it.
Tommy helped me out of the van,
"Thanks." I said with a small smile.
"No problem beautiful." He said with a big bright grin.
"T-Bone! No hitting on her. She's off limits." Vince scolded.
"Sorry Vincent." Tommy mocked with a smirk and walked away.
"Now Chloe, you will be sharing the house with us and Nikki and Tommy's daughters, Sabrina and Lilly. They're like your sisters, if you will." Vince said.
"Ok." I said.
I reached to open the door to the house and my shirt sleeve rode up.
"What's that?" He asked innocently.
"Oh it's my weird birthmark."
"Looks almost like a pentagram." He noted, his eyes flashing a blue color.
"Yeah." I trailed off, looking up at him.
I know I'm not going crazy. I saw his eyes flash blue.
'Maybe I'm just tired. It's been a long and eventful day.' I thought to myself.
"Let me show you to your room. You're probably tired." Vince said, reading my mind.
He led me down a big long corridor, portraits of him, the guys, and four beautiful women, lined the walls.
One woman in particular caught my eye. She had long wavy golden blonde hair, ocean blue eyes, and full plumb lips, which was coated in red lipstick. She wore a beautiful Gothic looking red dress that showed off her perfect curvaous body. She was a Gothic goddess if there ever was one.
Something about her was familiar. Like I've seen her from somewhere but I couldn't pinpoint it.
"Who are those women?" I asked curiously.
"They're our wives. We all used to live together, but they had to go away for a while. This is Angelia, my wife." He gestured to the woman in red.
"She's beautiful. Why did they leave?" I prompt, still curious and slightly confused.
"All in good time, young one." He said, smiling at me.
We walked in comfortable silence for a few minutes until I spoke up again.
"So, earlier I heard you say I look like my dad. How do you know my dad?"
"How much do you know about your parents?" He asked.
"Well, they was killed in a car accident in eighty four, by a drunk driver when I was fourteen. Ever since then I've been on my own." I explain.
He sighed,
"Chloe, the people you knew that died in the car accident wasn't your real parents. You were adopted."
"What?" I asked, disbelieving what I was being told.
"I'm you're real father, Vincent Neil Wharton. You're mother is Angelia Isabelle Wharton. We are your real parents."
"You're joking right? Is this some kind of joke, because it's not funny." I said.
"No baby, it's not a joke. I'm your father."
