The Prophet and His Fallen Angels

Chapter One

Sirena woke up in the woods, surrounded by leaves and moss.
She looked around, trying to remember how she got here. She knew she transformed. She always does when she's out of the ocean.

She got up, and walked through the woods until she reached the tree house that she kept the clothes in that she's stolen over the years. She climbed up the complicated tree and into the window of the treehouse.

Rummaging through an old wooden chest until she pulled out a pair of ripped black skinny jeans and a Metallica band shirt. She slipped into the clothes before slipping on black combat boots and running a brush through her long knotted blue hair before braiding it into two separate french braids that went below her breast. She was naturally born with blue hair but when humans ask about how her roots aren't showing and the "dye" isn't fading she tells them she dyes it every month.

She looked in the cracked mirror at her features. Pale skin, straight jawline, cute button nose, slightly pink cheeks, high cheekbones, full lips, and dark long lashes that made her ocean blue eyes pop. She was society's definition of perfect. But that's how she was made. She was a siren. A killer. A goddess. A beautiful, but deadly girl. Her voice and her looks have led many sailors and estranged yet fascinating men and women to their deaths. Never children though. She had a soft spot for children, while her sisters did not.

She could never kill a child or lure them to their death with her voice. She was fine doing it to men and sometimes women, but she could never kill a child. She traced her features with her fingers before turning away from the mirror and grabbing her wallet and phone that helped her fit in the role of human Sirena Shadows. Helped her play her fake self and keep her true identity hidden.

She climbed out of the treehouse and down the tree, landing with a soft thud in the leaves.  She began walking towards town, her mind wandering with thoughts and past memories.

She snapped back into reality when she bumped against something and felt herself falling to the ground. That was until strong arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her up back on her feet. Out of instinct she hissed at the stranger, until she looked at his face and got lost in his beautiful blue eyes. The man had outstanding features. A straight jawline, beautiful blue eyes that were brought out by the black eyeliner surrounding his eyes, the nose piercing and lip piercing that made everything even better. His black hair was cut short and pushed to one side. He had tattoos all over his arms and neck.

"Woah. My bad. I wasn't looking where I was going." The guy said, and his deep voice made her nerves tingle. She chuckled softly, looking down and and twirling the end of one of her braids in her hand before looking up at this magestic stranger. "No, it's fine. It was my fault. I get lost in thought a lot and I don't look where I'm going. I'm Sirena." She smiled her award winning smile, and hooked her thumb through the belt loop of her jeans. "Nice to meet you, love. I'm Andy." The stranger, whose name she now knew to be Andy, replied. She smiled, and he smiled back. Some guy said something to Andy, and that's when she realized he wasn't alone. He was with four other guys, who were kind of in the same get up as him. Black hair, black makeup, and also black clothes.

Andy mumbled something back to the guy who spoke before looking at me. "I guess I should introduce you to not only my friends, but my bandmates. This here," he pointed to a tall, muscular guy with tan skin covered in tattoos with a black bandana on his head and an open vest without a shirt, paired with black skinny jeans and black combat boots. "This here is Christian Coma, CC for short. He's my drummer." He motioned to a guy next to CC who was pale and had on black lipstick and eye liner that looked like the IT. He was wearing black leather with studs every where. "This is Jeremy Ferguson, but he goes by Jinxx. He's my lead guitarist. The one next to him is Jake Pitts. He's my rhythm guitarist. And this one here with the cowboy hat and boots is Ashley Purdy. He's my bassist. And I'm the lead singer, Andy Biersack. " He introduced everyone, and I smiled, nodding to them. "Band, huh? That's pretty cool. What are you guys like a metal band or something?" She asked, curious as to who their band was. "Eh, I guess you could call it that." Andy replied. "We are the Black Veil Brides." He said, a small smirk on his face.

"I don't think I've heard of you guys. But I'll be sure to look you up. But, uhm, I've really gotta get going." She said, but she didn't really have anywhere to go, but the girl had to make it seem like she had to be somewhere. She needed to find her sisters. And she didn't want those guys to get hooked on her, because it's bound result in bad things.

Andy nodded in understanding. "Yeah, sorry for wasting your time. But, uhm, can I get your number? Just in case you wanted to meet up some time or hear us play?" He asked. The girl sighed softly, but gave a small smile and gave the tall, blue-eyed man her number.

He took his phone out and typed in his password, going to his contacts before handing the blue-haired girl his phone. She quickly typed in her name and number, saving the contact before handing his phone back to him. "Text me anytime!" She told him as he took his phone from her and he smiled at the girl. "I will, love. Have a nice day. I hope to see you again soon." He smiled, waving before walking off with his friends.

The beautiful girl sighed, walking down the streets to one of the shops she knew very well. One of her older sisters, Irene, owned the souvenir shop on the outskirts of town. And as she had hoped, she was there.