The night of the masquerade ball, it was a new moon only the stars to light the path to old gothic mansion. A masquerade for all those whom have been rexongized for their acheivments. Peirce the Veil, Marylin Monsen, Black Veil Brides... and the least commenly known the Witch of Shallow Graves. She's an odd character but I hope you come to enjoy her as much I as do...
Sincerely,
The Witch's Cat

"Its my pleasure to welcome everyone into my home... Enjoy yourselves. Tonight is for us." The mysterious woman's voice rings out, many dont know me. I am the Witch of Shallow Graves. My tight red dress, covered in black lace, an outer courset, setting me apart in this crowd of rockers and artists. I'm the misfit of the misfits but I like it that way. It is my way of life.
"Excuse me Miss, but what is your name?" A dark dressed man with peircing blue eyes catch mine, his gaze lingers for a but a moment, everyone's does, on bewitching green hazel ones.
"My name... now that is a question I would like to have answered, kind Sir, but perhaps its one that never will be. But my artist name if I vaguely remember is the Witch of Shallow Graves." I bow slightly, my mask never once moving across my face, I made sure that it wouldnt come unfastened. My identy is a secret and it shall stay that way.
"Now the question is for you. What is your name?" I ask and he looses himself in my eyes once more, but as I said before thats quite easy to do.
"Andrew Biersack, but please call me Andy." He says and I half smile at him. He seems geniue.
"Mr. Biersack it is a pleasure to meet you. May I just say you're eyes are quite pretty... the color pallet is breath taking." I muse over the colors in my head, swirlling them together and changing them.
"Thank you... that's the first I've ever heard that." Andy chuckles and I grin.
"Well Sir, you've never talked to a true artist then. If you would like I can show you my gallery." I smile kindly before tucking a peice of hair behind my ear. Before Andy can answer 4 more males walk up.
"Whose this?" One asks and I bow again.
"The Witch of Shallow Graves, and yes it is my only name for I do not remember my given one." I say and take a sip of the whiskey in my hand.
"I'm Christian Mora, but I prefer CC, this is Jake Pitts, Jeremy Feurgesin he prefers Jinxx, and Ashley Purdy." CC says and my eyes lock on Ashley.
"The Ashley Purdy... wow. Its a pleasure to meet you finally." I say flashing a smile and he cocks his head obviously confused.
"I do believe it was my first youtube video. I preformed a song I wrote, of course I was hidden in the shadows. You called me 'a spell caster' and that it was 'bewitching'. Causing my name." I say and he shakes his head, obviously forgetting.
"I'm sorry but I dont remember." He says and I shrug.

(Truth be told, this man. Truly did remember that video. Clear as day. He remembers it because its when he fell in love...)

"Now I was just about show Mr. Biersack my gallery. Would you all care to join?" I ask and they all smirk at how proper I am.
"That would be great." CC says and I smile.
"Right this way... please excuse the mess. I didnt have time to clean after my last peice." I say leading them through the crowd of people and down the hallway. I guide them into one of the hidden speak easies.
"Nice bar... not a gallery though." Jake laughs and I nod, before walking to the fire place and taking down the Odyesse from the shelf. The fire place widens and opens into another room.
"Follow me please." I say walking into the dark room, hearing muffled gasps as the guys slowly take in dim peices of art. I grab my lighter and light the large candles, letting the fire flicker its dim light across the walls. So 1800's.. so me...