My Immortal (Abducted by Grammar Nazis)

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

AN: stop f,aing ok hargrid is a pedo 2 a lot of ppl in amerikan skoolz r lik dat I wunted 2 adres da ishu! how du u no snap iant kristian plus hargrid isn’t really in luv wif ebony dat was sedric ok!

{Trans: Stop flaming okay. Hagrid is a pedophile to a lot of people in American schools are like that. I wanted to address the issue! How do you know Snape isn’t Christian plus Hagrid isn’t really in love with Ebony. That was Cedric okay! (huh?)}

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I was about to slit my wrists again with the silver knife that Draco had given me in case anything happened to him. He had told me to use it valiantly against an enemy but I knew that we must both go together.

“NO!” I thought it was Hagrid but it was Vampire. He started to scream. “OMG! NOOOOO! MY SCAR HURTS!” And then his eyes rolled up! You could only see his red whites. {Red whites. Kept that for that exact reason}

I stopped. “How did you know?”

“I saw it! And my scar turned back into the lightning bolt!”

“NO!” I ran up closer. “I thought you didn’t have a scar anymore!” I shouted.

“I do but Diablo changed it into a pentagram for me and I always cover it up with foundation.” he said back. “Anyway my scar hurt and it turned back into the lightning bolt! Save me!{Haha}Then I had a vision of what was happening to Draco! Voldemort has him bondage!”

Anyway I was in the school nurse’s office now recovering from my slit wrists. Snape and Lupin and Hagrid were there too. They were going to St. Mongo’s after they recovered because they were pedophiles and you can’t have those f***ing perverts teaching in a school with lots of hot girls. Dumbledore had confiscated the video camera they took of me naked. I put up my middle finger at them.

Anyway Hagrid came into my hospital bed holding a bouquet of pink roses.

“Ebony I need to tell you something.” he said in a very serious voice, giving me the roses.

“F*** off.” I told him. “You know I f***ing hate the color pink anyway, and I don’t like f***ed up preps like you.” I snapped. Hagrid had been mean to me before for being gothic.

“No Ebony.” Hagrid says. “Those are not roses.”

“What, are they goths too you poser prep?” I asked because I was angry that he had brought me pink roses.

“I saved your life!” He yelled angrily.

“No you didn’t,” I replied. “You saved me from getting a Paris Hilton video made from my shower scene and being viewed by Snape and Lupin. Who masturbated (c is dat speld rong) {Trans: See is that spelled wrong? (It was.)} to it!”

“Whatever!” he yelled angrily.

He pointed his wand at the pink roses. “These aren’t roses.” He suddenly looked at them with an evil look in his eye and muttered,

“Well if you wanted honesty that’s all you had to say!”

“That’s not a spell. That’s an MCR song.” I corrected him wisely.

“I know, I was just warming up my vocal chords.” Then he screamed. “Petulus merengo mi kremicli romacio(4 all u cool goffic mcr fans out, there, that is a tribute! specially for raven I love you girl!) {Trans: For all you gothic MCR fans out there that is a tribute! Especially for Raven, I love you girl!} imo noto okayo!”

And then the roses turned into a huge black flame floating in the middle of the air. Now I knew he wasn’t a prep.

“Okay I believe you now where is Draco?”

Hagrid rolled his eyes. I looked into the ball of flame but I could see nothing.

“You see, Ebony,” Dumbledore said, watching the two of us watching the flame. “To see what is in the flames (HAHA U REVIEWRS FLAMES GEDDIT) {Haha! You reviewers! Flames! Get it?} you must find yourself first, okay?” {How does this fit into the story?}

“I HAVE FOUND MYSELF OKAY YOU MEAN OLD MAN!” Hagrid yelled. Dumbledore looked shocked. I guess he didn’t have a headache or else he would have said something back.

Hagrid stormed off back into his bed. “You are a liar, Professor Dumbledore!”

Anyway when I got better I went upstairs and put on a black leather mini dress that was all ripped on the ends with lace on it. There was some corset stuff on the front. Then I put on black fishnets and black high-heeled boots with pictures of Billie Joe Armstrong on them. I put my hair all out around me so I looked like Samara from the Ring (if u don’t know who she iz ur a prep so fuk off!) {Trans: If you don’t know who she is you’re a prep so f*** off!} and I put on blood-red lipstick, black eyeliner, and black lip gloss. {Lipstick then lip gloss?}

“You look kawaii, girl.” Bloody Mary said sadly. “Fangs (geddit) {Get it?} you do too.” I said sadly too, but I was still upset. I slit both of my wrists feeling totally depressed and I sucked all the blood. I cried again in my bathroom and put the shades on so Snape and Lupin couldn’t spy on me this time. I went to some classes. Vampire was in the Heir of Magical Creatures. He looked depressed because Draco had disappeared and he had used to be in love with Draco. He was sucking some blood from a Hufflepuff.

“Hi.” he said in a depressed way.

“Hi back.” I said in an equally sad way.

We both looked at each other for some time. Harry had beautiful red gothic eyes so much like Draco’s. Then we jumped on each other and started screwing each other. {… Just no}

“STOP IT NOW YOU HORNY SIMPLETONS!” shouted Professor McGonagall who was watching us and so was everyone else.

“Vampire you f***er!” I said slapping him. “Stop trying to screw me. You know I loved Draco!” I shouted and then I ran away angrily.

Just then he started to scream. “OMG! NOOOOO! MY SCAR HURTS!” And then his eyes rolled up! You could only see his red whites. {Again, red whites.}

“NO!” I ran up closer. “I thought you didn’t have a scar anymore!” I shouted.

“I do but Diablo changed it into a pentagram for me and I always cover it up with foundation.” he said back. “Anyway my scar hurt and then I had a vision of what was happening to Draco. Voldemort has him bondage!”

{Copy paste magic things. Just deal with this. It’s a terrible fic.}

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SPECIAL FANGZ 2 RAVEN MY GOFFIX BLOOD SISTA WTF UR SUPPOZD 2 RIT DIS!11111111

HEY RAVEN DO U KNOW WHERE MY SWEATER I

{Trans: Special thanks to Raven, my gothic blood sister. What the f*** you’re supposed to write this! Hey Raven do you know where my sweater is?}