She's a Little Harlot

The light as it always is at 6:45 in the morning was as bright hells gates when i finally rolled out of bed onto the sqeaky floorboards of my studio appartment in New York. It's been 468 years since I had a beating heart and warm flesh. I miss Florence and how the world used to be when i was actually 16. I finally figured out a system for avoiding smart people that can tell I'm different, they can tell I'm not from this century. I store my precious French accent away, posing with a slight Wisconsin one instead. I've also dropped the name Harlot, it suits me, but in this time it gets a more vulgar response. The people are terrible and it's hard to find the right ones, well, the right ones that can't tell I've looked 16 for 468 years. Makeup can hide anything in this time, thank whatever god there is for that. BRRRING BRRRING i fished my cellphone from my nightstand (imagine how long it took me to figure out the blasted thing) "Harley Jones speaking?" i sat in the window seat close to my bed and listened to boss ramble on how there's a big show tonight and blah blah blah "hey Harvey, not to be rude sir but we do this every time. I know the procedures better then anyone on the crew, so trust me when I'm telling you to shut your mouth and just let me handle it" with that i closed my phone and threw it on the bed groaning in annoyence mumbling something even I couldn't understand before getting up and going into the bathroom. I stared at my pale reflection and sighed hating what i saw, almost ghost white skin (that every goth craves), deep blue eyes (like my father's), and hell's red flame pulled up in a bun on my head. I turned away rolling my eyes, as far as i know I'm stuck like this, no story book myths can kill me nor old age. I stripped off my tank top and shorts and started the shower, taking the time to brush my teeth before stepping into the warm water. This life is so different from what I once knew, it's not indoor plumbing (which is so nice) that throws me off, it's the fact that the people I knew have been dead for about 500 years and I'm (kinda) still alive. Sighing I got out after doing my routine of washing with everything cherry scented and wrapped up in a towel. I grabbed my phone again and turned on some Black Veil Brides as I searched my small closet for my leather jacket. After slipping on my leggings, and red tank top, and lacing up my boots I sang along almost silently to Fallen Angels, the song that never failed to calm my temper. Quickly doing my eyeliner and grabbing my keys i set off for work at the old venue downtown to get ready for whatever show we would help put on tonight.

"Jared no they want red lights at the begining of the last set!" "Kyle get your lazy ass up and watch the door their roadies can't hold that heavy fucking door and get their shit in here!" "Devin don't even get me started with you!" I sighed and ran through my checklist again "Harley, cool your shit doll" Kevin the head light tech said as he wrapped his arm around my waist, I took a deep breath smelling his blood slightly as mine boiled in my veins, I turned around and smiled sweetly before smacking him in the back of the head with my clipboard "Kev darling we've talked about this, don't fucking touch me" I kicked him hard in the balls thankful for my combat boots today and quietly strutted away checking that everyone did what they had to do before they start to take orders from the bands techs Thunk Thunk Thunk sighing in relief I made my way to the front door smiling a genuine smile at the bands manager who looked skeptically at me, I internally rolled my eyes before tucking my clipboard under my arm and sticking my hand out "Harley Jones, manager of the techs of this obscene soon to be mobscene" someone snickered behind the manager but I ignored it as he shook my hand "Josh Korel, manager of Motionless in White, we're playing here tonight" I smiled and nodded "nice to meet you Josh, I apoligise I wasn't really informed much about what type of show is happening tonight" he smiled back and someone tapped his shoulder "Josh what time do we start, the guys want to get some laundry done, pretty sure Balz is trying to make a stink bomb out of his underwear" I chuckled and he turned to me and stuck his hand out "hey I'm Chris" I nodded and shook his hand trying to swallow the drool that threatened to spill past my lips "Harley" "like Quinn?" he smiled and I rolled my eyes trying to keep the smile on my face "no like Jones, top tech in this shitty little town, excuse me" I turned on my heel and dropped the little miss nice act, and made my way to my office almost running. I shut and locked my door before sliding down it onto the floor, that wasn't normal.

Back in Florence before my damnation to the world of the living dead I had my eyes set on the one guy that didn't make me want to rip his throat out and could handle me easily. His name was Thomas, his father was best friends with mine so we saw a lot of eachother. He was gorgeous...much like Chris,okay exactly like Chris. I can see through the piercings in his lip and ears and the tattoos that I'm guessing are everywhere. I calmed my out of control breathing and let my head fall back onto the door with a loud thump followed by 3 knocks. I got up off the floor and wiped at my backside (these floors are filthy) and opened the door. "Chris hey what's up" I smiled pulling the little miss nice girl act out of my ass, he smiled back (god it's just like I remember) "ya I was wondering if you were okay, we were going to our dressing room and I thought I heard something fall" I rubbed the back of my head wincing a little bit "na everythings cool just dropped a book" he did the eyebrow thing "against the door?" 'shit shit shit backup plan would be nice' I thought I'm a little harlot homicidal queen I felt myself blush "excuse me" I said quickly answering my phone "Harley Jones" "Hi miss Quinn where's joker?" I rolled my eyes and smiled "hey Ashie, long time to talk, how come my favorite little ghouls never ring me on the batphone anymore" I heard someone talking and walking in the hallway and I sat on desk in the corner with my back to the now empty door "Ash? You there?" "Right here pumpkin!" someone wrapped their arms around my waist, I squealed and turned around in my sister from another misters arms "Ashie!! Oh my god why are you here! I missed you so bad babe!" she smiled and hugged me closer lifting my small frame off the desk and onto the floor so I was shorter then her again earning another squeal from me "I'm on tour with Motionless silly!" I hugged her tighter, Ash was and is my best friend, the one person I trust with my secret because she shared hers with me.