Music & Love (Band Oneshots)

It's Alive! -Ashley Costello/New Years Day-

This isn't a love story, but I thought it would be a nice little story. Inspired by The Mechanical Heart EP by New Years Day & the movie May <x3 BTW, this is in Ashley's POV (Girl in the sidebar)

It was already one in the morning; the rain pattered dismally against the panes, & my candle was nearly burnt out, when, by the glimmer of the half-extinguished light, I saw the dull yellow eye of the creature open.-Frankenstein (Mary Shelley, 1818)

    I entered the basement & immediately I was bombarded by a stench, unforgettable yet indescribable. My stomach wrenched as I nearly fell over. I'd never smelled this smell before, but somehow, I knew exactly what it was...a rotting body. It was my creation that was rotting; which I believe was already filled with bugs & maggots that were eating away dead flesh that had been left unattended for a handful of days. Another creation wasted! Where could I find  fresh corpses this time of night? My thoughts wondered to the cemetery on the corner of Salem St., the body-bag & machete followed closely behind.

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    There was a vast open space abandoned by society, & I was standing in the middle of it. Row upon row of once white, now moonlit gray, tombstones, restless souls wonder about.  Although they couldn't be seen, a sickly sweet feeling swelled from the pit of my stomach & screamed to me that they were everywhere. The foreboding feeling grew bigger & bigger until I felt suffocated. I then wondered aimlessly around the cemetery until I found "The One".

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    Blue lightning shot overhead, threatening to send thousands of electric volts through my body. I was on my knees, shaking out of fear that I would not make it. The mud slopped over me, pulling me down. I was panting & the rain became harsh. The atmosphere turned cold & dreary, & I was possibly suffering from hypothermia. I felt sick, weak, & in pain. After ten agonizing minutes, I managed to claw my way out of the freshly dug grave. I was laying on the cold wet ground, covered from the shoulders down in mud. But I didn't waste any precious time. I stumbled to my feet & took hold of the now extremely heavy body bag & drug it behind me the whole two miles home.

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    The dark, pungent basement of my apartment building still smelled of expired meat & fresh road kill. I didn't mind, nor did I care that I was still covered in dry, cracking mud. After tossing the body bag onto the metal operating table in the middle of the room, I slipped on my black rubber gloves & bloody butcher's apron. Dexter Morgan would be proud. I thought with a Chelsea grin plastered on my ivory face. Carefully unzipping the bag, I noticed how....fresh & familiar this body looked. Not to mention how much of a fucking mess it'll be dismembering him. The things I really needed from him was his flawless hands & gorgeous blue eyes.

    Those were the two things I loved about him. I didn't care that he was a lying jackass or that he could've been cheating on me. Course, now you know why he's dead. It was quiet easy, actually. The cyanide in his coffee, making it seem like a suicide...it all was a piece of cake. Seven murders of ex lovers in three months. I wouldn't call all of them Lovers, though. What kind of a girl do you think I am? Alright, maybe four of them were..."Part Time Lovers". If anything, they were just innocent flings.

    I'm surprised no one has caught on...I guess I'm just that damn good. Besides, who was going to miss them? Except for their families & friends, of course. Other than that, they were just a waste of space.  It's just a matter of time until my Creation is complete...