Hollywood Vampires

Chapter 1

Heyy people, uhhh this is my first time making a story on wattpad so it might be really bad. Or really good. I dunno....

Enjoy!..... I hope.

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Chapter 1

Leila's Pov.

"Whoaaaa, I'll never give in, whoaaa I'll never give up, whoaaaa I'll never give in, I just wanna be.... wanna be lovedddd..!" The singer screamed into the microphone. My head bobbed up and down with the rhythm when someone tapped my shoulder. I stopped and tried to look at the person. All I saw was black dots before my vision came back and I looked at the person.

"I want to go home, Leila," Grace screamed over the music. I stared down at her, since she was 5'1 and I'm 5'3.

"Then go home," I growled. I finally get her to come to a concert with me and she wants to go home. I looked at her wardrobe. A bright pink shirt, with a bright pink mini skirt and black ballet shoes. I specifically said dress in black. She crossed her arms and pouted.

"Come with me...," She said with big puppy eyes then she did one of those hair flip thing. Normally, it would've worked... on a guy. I locked eyes with her, furious.

"Go. Home. Alone." I said simply stopping in between each word so she could understand.

"But, I'm the one with a car."

I shrugged, "I can walk home." She gaped at me with disbelief. She shook her head and turned away. I watched her as she opened the exit door and walk into the cold night, car keys in hand. Why was I even her friend? I thought to myself. All of a sudden, I felt the urge to go to the bar. I glanced at it quickly. Why would I want to go there? I'm under age, I thought. Then I looked at it more closely. There was a teenager, about 17, my age, sitting on the end. His emo cut hair covered one eye and he was pale. Scary pale. I squinted and saw he had green eyes. I stopped squinting and looked at his body. I stared at his body for an amazingly long time. Under his black semi tight shirt I saw a six-pack. My legs threatened to give out. My eyes traveled downwards. His black skinny jeans were hard to see in the dim light but I could see his thighs. My bottom lip trembled. I heard a sigh then realized it came from my mouth. I had to tear my gaze from him and composed myself. I ran into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. My black hair was messy from flipping it so much. I groaned. I tried to fix it and looked in the mirror again. That's the best it's going to get. My side bangs barely covered my right eye. My eye color was blue and were lined with black eyeliner with my eyelashes long, framing my eyes. I looked at my pale face once more and moved to my clothes. My black t-shirt curved where I curved and my neon green skinny jeans were so tight sometimes I thought they' were another layer of skin. My studded belt shined in the bright light of the bathroom. I started to walk out of the bathroom. My black converse blended in with the dark. I was back in the concert area and looked at the bar again. He was still there but he was drinking something. Alcohol? No, that can't be. He's at least 17. I shook my head and started to walk towards the bar. What's am I going to say? I paniced to myself. "Hi, My name is Leila Vladmir, and I saw you here. I think your really hot. Wanna go out?" I thought. No no no no no... not that. I continued to think. I didn't realize I had walked across the entire concert area. I paused behind him. I snapped out of my mind, just as he turned his head around to look at me.