The Demon's Daughter (Version Three 'cuz I'm getting POed with this story)
Chapter One: Rayne is Insane

I adjusted my tie once more, finally getting it to sit the way I wanted it to. Glancing back in the mirror, I brushed my naturally black hair away from my face, only to have it disobediently fall in front of my dark eyes once again. I sighed and fiddled with the pin on my shirt, which proclaimed my name as Laurel Vaughn. My black pants hugged my legs since they were skinny jeans, and the black collared shirt was untucked, reaching my mid-thigh. I had rolled the sleeves up to my elbows, and my wrists were decorated with mostly black and red bracelets. The crimson tie that I borrowed from Nate was the only not black thing I was wearing. All in all, I looked like Gerard Way did in the Helena music video. Just, you know, in girl form. My hair was already black and shoulder-length, and my skin was ghostly pale.

"Laurel, let's go! We're going to be late!" Rayne screamed as she violently pounded on my bedroom door. I rolled my rust colored eyes as one corner of my mouth twitched up. My best friend, probably one of the most dramatic people you'd ever meet.

"Coming! Calm your tits, woman," I said, opening my door to be greeted by my blue haired friend, my brother, and his whor-I mean, girlfriend. "Come on, Ray." I pulled her away from the two blondes, and we walked out of my house.

"Sorry, but with the look Nadia was giving me, I thought I was about to be baptized." Rayne, like me, was an atheist. Unlike me, she came from an understanding family, as many of them were atheist, agnostic, gay, bisexual, everything really. My family, however, were judgmental pricks that shoved Christianity down the throats of any person who used God's name in vain. The day I got my first tattoo was the day they officially gave up on me, not that I was all that upset. I would rather have a tattoo than them anyway. That sounded really bad, but ever since I was little, all they did was scrutinize everything I did. When I told them I didn't believe in God, they sent me to a church camp. When I started listening to heavy rock music, they took away anything musical except religious music. When I got my nose pierced, my parents made me take it out, but I just got it re-pierced. When I told them I was bi, they grounded me for six months.

After I turned eighteen, I basically told them all 'fuck you' by getting my lip pierced and getting three tattoos. That was five months ago. Today, however, was the last big shebang of my high school career, the talent show. Nate and I were both in it, and Rayne and Nate's little brother, Ty, were going to be supporting us in the audience. Rayne and I were meeting Nate and Ty at the school.

Fifteen minutes later, Rayne parked her piece of crap Honda in the school's parking lot. I retrieved my battered black guitar case from her trunk. Over the years, the surface of the case had been covered by stickers of bands I liked. Everything from alternative like Blink-182, to rock like My Chemical Romance, to metal like Suicide Silence. "Ray! Rel!" Blue-Hair and I turned at the sound of our nicknames to see a figure waving at us from beside the tall oak tree in front of the school. We made out way to the tree and found Ty and a boy dressed almost exactly like me. Rayne squealed and jumped into the arms of Ty, while I dropped my guitar and ran to Nate. He picked me up and swung me around before placing me on my feet again.

"You look great, Laurel," Nate whispered in my ear then kissed my temple.

I laughed. "You don't look too bad yourself, Shepard," I said sassily, nudging him with my shoulder. I picked up my case again, and the four of us walked into the building we had spent the past four years in. Well, two for Ty. He was only a sophomore. We said our farewells, and Nate and I went to the auditorium to get ready, while Rayne and Ty went to buy tickets.


Soon enough, it was time for Nate to go on. He gave me a small, sweet kiss, and I whispered 'good luck' as he went on stage. His cherry red guitar (which he named Upside, don't ask me why 'cause I have no idea) was hanging from the strap he wore like a sash, and Nate stepped up to the microphone. "My name is Nate Shepard, and I'm going to perform a song I wrote for my brother and my girlfriend, who both had depression. This song is called Scars," he said and began playing the opening chords.

('Scars' by SayWeCanFly)

Those scars on your wrist are the mark of the world
An ocean that's left you so torn
But, remember the heart you brought into this world
The same one as when you were born

How confused you must be
Finding love in the blood that you bleed
But, the truth is that I see
Why you say that 'it's hard to be me'
And we all make mistakes
It's not you but this world you should hate
You're as beautiful as you were yesterday

And those tears in your eyes are the product of lies
You've been led to believe that they're true
But, remember the light you brought into this world
I promise it will get you through

How confused you must be
Finding love in the blood that you bleed
But, the truth is that I see
Why you say that 'it's hard to be me'
And we all make mistakes
It's not you but this world you should hate
You're as beautiful as you were yesterday

As Nate finished the song, my vision was blurry from tears. Nate and that song were what helped me to stop self-harming, and it meant a lot to me. The black haired boy walked back to the side of stage and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Hey, don't cry," he said lovingly and wiped at the tears with his thumb.

"I love you."

Nate gave me a blinding grin. "I love you, too. Now, go out on that stage and give them the best performance of their lives," he told me, nudging toward the stage while Upside poked my back. Onstage, Adrianna Moore announced that I was next, and I walked out from behind the curtain, my knees shaking the entire time.

People were everywhere. I was unnerving for me to think that I was about to play a song for all these people. However, unlike my boyfriend, I was not performing a song I'd written, simply because of the fact that my songs were much too personal to play for my peers. Maybe if I knew for a fact that I wouldn't be shoved in the halls and trapped in lockers the next day, I would, but for now, I was sticking with good old My Chemical Romance.

Stepping onto the stage, bright light filled my eyes, and I squinted, gripping my guitar's neck tighter in my hand. Hanging from a white and black checkered guitar strap was my electric blue acoustic named Harlot. I did my quick introduction, and my shaking calloused fingers placed themselves in the correct position, beginning to play the first notes. I raised my head to the audience as I began to sing. "Late dawns and early sunsets, just like my favorite scenes. When holding hands and life was perfect, just like up on the screen. And the whole time while always giving, counting your face among the living..."

That wasn't too bad. My shoulders loosened a bit. No one was laughing yet. Yet. I was sure they would. "Up and down escalators, pennies and colder fountains, elevators and half price sales trapped in by all these mountains. Running away and hiding with you. I never thought they'd get me here. Not knowing you'd change from just one bite. I fought them all off just to hold you close and tight."

Hm, everyone was still silent. My eyes scanned the audience, finding Rayne and Ty easily enough. They both grinned at me, Rayne shooting me a thumbs up. My mouth twitched mid-note. "But does anyone notice? But does anyone care? And if I had the guts to put this to your head. But would anything matter if you're already dead? And should I be shocked now by the last thing you said? Before I pull this trigger, your eyes vacant and stained. But does anyone notice? But does anyone care? And if I had the guts to put this to your head. And would anything matter if you're already dead? And now should I be shocked by the last thing you said? Before I pull this trigger, your eyes vacant and stained. And in saying you love me make things harder at best. And these words changing nothing as your body remains. And there's no room in this place, there's no room in the next. And our memories defeat us, and I'll end this direst. But does anyone notice? But does anyone care? And if I had the guts to put this to your head. But does anything matter if you're already dead? And should I be shocked now by the last thing you said?
Before I pull this trigger, your eyes vacant and stained. And in saying you love me make things harder at best. And these words changing nothing as your body remains. And there's no room in this place, there's no room in the next." My strumming ended, and I softly sang the last line. "But does anyone notice there's a corpse in this bed?"

Okay, so I may have tweaked with the lyrics a little bit, but that's only because 'hell' is 'not an appropriate word to use in a school'. Whatever.

I carried Harlot off the stage, heading straight into the open arms of Nate. "That was beautiful," he murmured, kissing my forehead. I made a noise of contentment, resting the left side of my face against Nate's chest. It was moments like that, when I was wrapped up in his arms, that I felt safe and happy. It was like nothing could get to me, as if Nate made a barrier between me and my fears.

It was the best feeling in the world.


Um... hi? PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! So, I know that this story has had some changes, and it's been six months since I did anything on here. Frankly, I've kind of lost my love for Black Butler and anime in general. I've been more into music, like My Chemical Romance because, if you couldn't tell from this chapter, they're my favorite band.

I honestly have no idea how this story is going to turn out. I might actually finish it, but I have no clue how long it will take. Please bear with me. Also, I know that this chapter was almost entirely song lyrics, and I promise the rest won't be like this.

I'm gonna update whenever I finish the chapter. Don't know when that's going to be. I'm starting high school on Monday, and I'm also frequently on Wattpad. I have limited access to my computer. My main focus at this point in time is a story I'm currently working on on Wattpad called Desperation, simply because it's not actually mine. I got permission from the creator of the Sims series of the same name on Youtube to put it into story form, so that's what I'm doing.

I'm sorry for anyone I've annoyed with this story. Believe me, I've made myself mad, as well.

And now, to end this long author's note: two questions for you guys.

1) What song did Laurel perform?

2) What is the song about? (And don't just say love 'cause that's not the answer. Also, I'm looking for a one word answer that has been stated by the actual artists. Well, one word or four, depending on how specific you want to be.)

First person to get at least one of these questions right gets a shout out!