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OK! Revamped Pro-loge..x.x ((Yeah probably spelled it wrong..>>)) Anyway! I fixed CHAPTER ONE! wOOt.
Oh and this is PG-13 for Cussing and um...other things I might throw in..x.x
DISCLAIMER: This is a compleatly fictional story. I do NOT own MCR, nor anyone else I may portray in this fic. I have no clue if they would act this way in this situation or not, so it is NOT a reflection of their beliefes. Oh, and I do not promote America becoming a monarcy. sweatdrop
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Prologe:
I started at the river, skimming against my feet. I guessed I looked depressed, but I didn't care. I was sitting on the bank of a river, trying to re-think what was comming up later tonight. To hell with what anyone thought.
I should probably introduce myself, even thought this is going on in my head and I know who I am. My name is Gwendalyn Peirce. Most people call me Gwen. Well, no, most people call me Princess Gwen, but Gwen nonetheless. I live in Newark, New Jersey, of America, town of lust and really annoying prepatory kids. You get used to it.
Anyway, why do I look depressed? Because in public I have that little habbit of wearing black. Yeah, I like the color. So what? Does that suddenly make me suicidal? No. So there. I'm trying to think, and people usually leave me alone here.
Think about what, you might ask. Well, about my life, and mostly, the ball I'm forced to go to with this sleezy guy I want nothing to do with. Yet, I have to, because since my step-father came around, I've had to do whatever he says. But, I guess thats ok as long as he doesn't ask me to kill anyone.
I look at the ground. I figure I should get back to my house and attempt to avoid my mother. Chances are, my mom will make me wear pink tonight instead of the red dress I picked out. Yay me.
I put on my shoes and try to take a few back ally ways back to my house. Ok..palace. Man, I wish I lived in a house. Unfortunatly, there is no allyway that leads to the "house" so, I have to get onto the main street. Que the preps that live here. "OMG!!!!1111oneone. It's P.G!! Lets all laugh at her!" Ohh, yay. The laughing preps! My favorite part of the walk. I flip up the hood of my hoodie and look at the ground. I silently approch the house and make a left, for the kitchen. Taking off my hood, I walked throught the kitchen door and to the dinning room.
Now, my goal was to be silent, but I'm a klutz. So, in an attempt to get to my room, I slam into several doors and trip up the stairs. Oh...and into my mother. Oh joy.
"OH! There you are, Gwenie!" She says. She apparently still thinks I'm five. "You need to get ready! And don't worry, you can still wear the red dress." SCORE! I still have to go to the ball, but atleast I don't have to wear pink.

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So, there's the prologue, which is the only thing I have time to type right now. ^^;;

o.O I just got that vision in my head.


They'd make bad knights...x.x

OK! Revamped Chapter One. Much more Info. You need to read it. >>
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Chapter One:

I waited as my mother did my jet-black hair into a bun. Then she made me put on dark red lipstick, which only made my pale skin more obvious. She told me I looked "beautiful" even though I knew she was lieing. She never called me beautiful or pretty or cute since my real father passed away. Of couse, now it was important for me to look pretty, so my mom told me I was.
I had to meet Kyle in the parlor before the ball. It was there I gave him, "the talk."
"No talking to me," I stated, "No laughing at any joke I make , and most of all, Don't Touch Me." I tried to make it clear, but the boy just stared into my eyes and nodded. He disgusted me sometimes. After rehashing what I had said to him, we walked to the main staircase to the ball room. The huge, mostly red, ballroom. It was red mostly because of my step-father, Noland's, profession. He was a vampire hunter.
I just realized I didn't mention that before. The America's are "infested," as Noland would say, with vampires. Thus, vampire hunters are needed. And their rich, cheap, bastards. Kyle is a hunter too, which is why he smells like garlic. He could have atleast put some sort of..somthing on.
However, it was too late to ask him. We where at the top of the stair case now, having our names announced. As people cheered, or jeered I couldn't really tell, I walked down the staircase next to Kyle. Half way down, he grabbed my hand, I guess for his "image." I really don't give a damn about image, but I'll let it go anyway. Everything was fine until we got to the thrones. I knew Noland was going to make me dance with this hack, so i made my skillful escape.
"Um, I'm going to use the bathroom." Ok, maybe that wasn't skillful, but it was ok for what I was doing. There was an exit and bathrooms under the grand staircase, so it would be easy to leave without anyone knowing.
I made my way through the crowd, past the old women and rich 20-something husbands and was almost home free. Untill He caught my eye. He had balckish hair, like mine only lighter, and pale skin. I don't see many pale skined people around, so I followed him. He wandered all over the room, and seemed to be looking for someone. I didn't think it was anything important, but he suddenly dissapeared. "Damn," I muttered, "he might have actually been interesting."
So, I made myself turn around, only to lock lips with the guy I was following. Ok, more like slammed faces with him, but he still kissed me. That b*****d. I glared at him and stormed off to the bathroom, since, if Noland or my mom saw me, I'd be dead.
When I got to the bathroom, I sighed at the blank spot on my lips where lipstick had been. I didn't have any with me, so I just whiped the rest off. Not like it mattered. I was going to leave right now anyway.
I turned out of the bathroom and snuck out the door. Pretty easy, considering how many people know me, and that would be everyone. I spaced out as a walked down the steps, remarking on just how bad the air seemed to be tonight. Then, I heard it. The loud niegh from a rouge horse and rider. and I happened to be inthe middle of the road. I screamed and closed my eyes, waiting for the imminate death that was to come. Fortuneatly, it never came. I took a blow to the side, possible from a rabid fanboy or someone who actually cared for my safty. But, no. It was lover boy from earlier, and he was glaring at me.
He hit me softly on the head once I had fully opened my eyes. "Whats your problem?" he said. "Walking out into the middle of the street like you don't know where you are." I should have said, 'how dare you talk to your princess like that?!' but I didn't. I was staring at his mouth. Kind of rude, I know, but he had large K-9s. Deffinatly a vampire. He didn't really realize that I was staring at him untill his rude comment went unnoticed. He quickly shut his mouth.
"Well?" he said, as if expecting something. I looked him straight in the eye. "Well, what? Do you expect me to let you suck my blood or ask your name? Cause let me tell you, the first isn't going to happen." I almost glared at him, but I didn't have the heart. He did save me, after all.
Then, he did the unthinkable. He laughed. "Your weird." He managed to get out. "If you want my name, It happens to be Gerard." I looked at him again and stood up, offering him my hand. "Well, my names Gwen. No lets get out of the sidewalk."

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There! done! Yay! I should post the second chapter tomorrow.

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MORE MORE MORE!!!!!!! heart

I'm sorry Emirii, but I have to criticize. The writing is poor and the plot is cliched. However, I would like to see more. I could easily be wrong about the plot seeing as you aren't very far into it yet.

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Sorry Emirii! x.x;;;;

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I know! But, the story will have the same characters and title and everything..i just need to change the POV and..some of the events..x.x gonk