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All Your Hate


I woke up in a dark room. I couldn't see anything or hear anything, but all I could feel was a horrible pounding in my head, like a massive hangover. The last thing I remembered was being on the rooftop with Andy... and then... black.

I heard a door open suddenly. The light spilled in from the hallway and I saw someone step inside, leaving the door open so that a small amount of light was still in the room. I couldn't see who the person was, but then they started talking.

"Awake, are we? You should be by now. I was starting to get worried," he said. The voice, and the way he worded his sentences seemed so familiar. Almost too familiar.

"It's been a while since we talked, no? Did you miss my texts?" My eyes widened. So this was him. The guy that had been following me for months was right here, talking to me.

"Who are you?" I snapped, getting impatient. I tried to get up when I realized that my hands and feet were tied up by rope. I was trapped.

"Now now, no need to be so impolite. We have all the time in the world to talk," he said.

"You didn't answer my question. Oh, and here's a few more. Where am I? And where is my boyfriend?" I spat.

"Oh, we left him on that roof. But first we had a little fun, let's just say he won't be getting up anytime soon." A wave of fear rushed through my body.

"What did you do to him?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

"This isn't a game of twenty questions, Scarlette Moore," the man said. I could tell that he was getting annoyed.

"Well that's just too bad for you because I happen to be quite a curious person. And if you do not tell me what the fuck is going on then I'm sure you'll regret it," I said, and he started laughing. The light in the room was turned on and I was temporarily blinded for a second, but as soon as my eyes adjusted to the light I looked at the man, completely shocked to see who it was.

*Andy's POV*

My ribs hurt. So did my legs, arms, and face. I was lying down on a cold, hard surface, and it seemed to be quite light wherever I was. A wind was blowing so I presumed that I was outside. I opened my eyes, and saw that I was still on the rooftop from last night. I looked around but I couldn't see anyone else anywhere.

My mind went back to last night, trying to remember all the events. It was Scarlette's birthday party, I gave her one of my presents and then rushed up to the rooftop to give the other one to her, which was a song. Then we looked at the stars and the next thing I knew a huge helicopter landed on the roof - and then everything went black. Where was Scarlette?

I saw a piece of paper stuck to my guitar which was still on the blanket from yesterday. Getting up, I felt a sharp paint in my left arm. I looked, and to my horror, was a large gash which was bleeding. I looked at my body and realized that I was scratched and bruised. What had happened? And if this had happened to me, where was Scarlette and what had these people done to her? And who were they? I tried again, getting up with difficulty and getting the paper. I read it and gulped, feeling goosebumps erupt all over my body, but not because of the wind.

Sorry, but we had to borrow Scarlette. I hope you enjoyed being with her while you could, because she's ours now.

I ran downstairs, as fast as I could. The club where the party had been yesterday was completely empty. Luckily, the hotel was nearby, so I got there in about 15 minutes. Rushing in, I went straight to Ashley's room. I pounded the door and heard stumbling from the other side. He opened the door and squinted at me.

"Dude, what the hell, it's like 7am - woah," he said after he saw my bruises and scratches. "You guys really went for it last night didn't you?" he asked, smirking.

"Ash, shut up. Nothing like that happened. In fact, I'm pretty sure that I got beaten up last night and Scarlette was basically kidnapped," I said, my voice shaking. Ashley looked at me in disbelief.

"No way man, how do you know?" I handed over the note I had found and he read it.

"Oh shit, this is serious," he said. "We need to tell the other guys and call the police." Ashley went back into his room and woke up Jake, who had crashed on the couch last night. While he started to tell him the story, I went to Jinxx and Sammi's room, and woke them up as well. I told them the news, and by the end of it, both of them were speechless and Sammi's eyes were teary.

"Oh, why does everything bad happen to her? She had so many incidents on this tour already and I don't know how she's taking it!" she exclaimed.

Sammi was right. My girl had been hospitalized numerous amounts of times, and on top of that she had gotten pregnant without knowing and lost the child because of another incident. It made me wonder - were all of these incidents connected. I drew in a sharp breath of realization.

"Hey, Sammi? Can you go tell the others? I just need to talk to Jinxx about something," I said as he gave me a confused look. She nodded and left the room.

"What happened?" he asked.

"Jinxx, what Sammi just said made me think. How can one person have so much bad luck in such a short time? What if these incidents weren't accidents at all? What if they were..."

"Planned?" he guessed, finishing my sentence.

"Yeah. What if someone's out to get her, and now they've finally succeeded?"

"But who?"

"I have absolutely no clue, but we need to find her. I'm really worried man," I said, messing with my hair.

"Hey Andy, it's gonna be fine. We'll find her, okay?" I sighed and nodded, as he stood up.

"Come on, we'll go call the police."

We got back to Ashley's room and found that he had woken the rest of the people up, who all looked shocked and scared.

"So what happens now?" asked CC nervously.

"We call 911," Jinxx said, picking up the phone. He walked out of the room and started to talk to the police that had picked up. I could hear him telling them the whole story. He came back in a few minutes later and looked at all of us.

"The police apparently heard a helicopter flying around the city last night, heading east. They say it didn't land that far away but they could have taken her somewhere else by car, they aren't sure. Anyway, they're coming here to ask Andy a few questions," he said, looking at me.

10 minutes later, we heard a knock on our door. Opening it, we saw a policewoman and her colleague waiting outside.

"Which one of you is Andy Biersack?" she asked, looking at us.

"I am," I said, stepping forward.

"Alright. Would it be okay to go down to the lobby and ask you a few questions about Scarlette?"

"Yes, of course," I said, taking my phone and following them downstairs.

When we got to the lobby, we sat down at one of the couches that were far away from all the others.

"So, Andy. My name is Victoria and this is my colleague Martin. We specialize in tracing down lost and missing people so if you give us some information then we may be able to find some leads regarding Miss Moore's disappearance. First off, what exactly happened last night?"

I took a deep breath and started to tell the story. "Well, it was her birthday yesterday, and we were celebrating it at the club down the road. One of my presents involved going onto the roof and singing her a song. After that, we kind of just stayed on the roof and looked at the stars, when the helicopter landed on the roof and then I blacked out."

"What time did this happen?" Martin asked.

"I'm not certain, but it must have been around midnight," I said. The two police looked at each other.

"Mr. Biersack, we did have some people telling us that they saw a big helicopter flying over the main city around midnight. This must have been the one taking Scarlette away, in which case we have quite a good idea where she could be."


"Yes. Apparently the helicopter was flying east, and there is a well-known collection of old mansions around the area where it was heard flying to. Our guesses are that she's being held in one of those, but we can't be certain. Do you know anyone that might have had motivation to do this?"

I thought for a moment. Who had problems with Scarlette? I mean there were people that didn't like me which could lead to them not liking her as well... but no. I couldn't think of anyone specific. I shook my head.

"Okay, Mr. Biersack. We'll do some more investigating and keep you updated, if you just give us your phone number."

After giving them my contact details, I said goodbye to them and went back upstairs to where everyone was waiting.

"And?" Alexa asked.

"This is going to be a long week," I said, sighing.


i'll be updating as soon as i can :)

and another thing, congratulations to Black Veil Brides for winning the award for Best Song of the Year last night. as usual there's loads of fuss and hate going around but whatever. i'm proud of them and i think they definitely deserved it! In The End is one of my favourite BVB songs, idk it's just so good.


I remember when you first wrote this fic and I hoped that it would never finish. This story is what got me Into reading fanfic. I hope you continue to write more! You're incredibly talented!

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omfg i just fangirled for two hours!!! loved it!!!

Oh my fucking god this was amazing

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