*Black Veil Brides Fan Fiction* Who knew that the worst night of Iris's life would bring the man of her dreams to her? Iris is an outcast amongst her peers, she listens to the wrong music, likes the wrong things and just generally act's herself. One night while making a short cut home she is tackled and comes close to being abused, or worse, she wakes up in the tour van of Black Veil Brides. What's the worst that could happen besides falling for the lead singer? *Sequel 'Forever Indy' Now up DISCONTINUED* Written 9 years ago so definitely a bit dated! If you feel like going ahead anyway, please enjoy with this in mind x

I hate those classic stories where everything falls into place the way it's "supposed" to. It's a bunch of bullshit fed to young girls to make them think that things like that can happen. I know better now that I've fallen for him and watched him suffer beneath the torment of a girl not worth anyone's time. It's hard to watch and I've stomached a lot from this point, whether he is near or far. I don't know what to do with myself though...and what happens when I can't take any more of his pain? What am I supposed to do?

This is the story of a revolution. Happy endings in the real world are more of a fairy tale then the wives tales told around campfires. People don't live long enough to find the felicity that this world can bring when all around there is death and destruction. However, lights can be lit and hope can be instilled no matter how desolate the situation may seem. A raised fist can cause a population to follow in the footsteps of a great man in hopes of being lead to some paradise. This haven can only be won through the blood and woes of war, one with a story forged in the vermillion gore. When love is caught up in the midst of an uprising such as this, there comes a choice. The choice is obvious but... There is no path but to win...even if it means losing everything you hold dear to you.