In A Blink

The crowd listened solemnly as Bluebell and Jinx stood together at the front of the stage, their heads rested on the chin rests of their violins. It was a new song that the pair had written together the past few weeks on tour, finally deciding to play it for the audience before finalizing it. Jinx took the lower chords, his bow sweeping over the strings more slowly than Bluebells. Her part was sharp and eerie, adding a creepy and sad overlay to Jinx's solemn lowlights.

Her hair was different, colored a black so dark that it made her black leather tube top look dark gray - not that the audience could tell. The back screen was flooded bright white, turning Jinx and Bluebell into shadowy silhouettes who swayed slowly back and forth in sync. C.C., Andy, Jake, and Ashley watched from the sides of the stage, seeing their fans wipe tears away from their faces. The song was emotional, even without lyrics, and the entire band knew it would be a top song on their next album.

When the song ended, the audience was quiet and still for a moment as the two lowered their instruments, reaching out and taking each other's hands. Each of them bowing, the stage lights gradually turned back on as they stood back straight and walked off the stage to meet the other members, quiet and solemn. It took a moment, but the audience finally erupted into screams and cheers as the concert finally ended. Once again rosaries were handed out at the end of the show, and Bluebell was in selfie after selfie with adoring fans and friends. Jet black wings of flawless eyeliner accented her wolf-like eyes as she pulled faces or struck ridiculous poses for the cameras, her long black hair complimenting her caramel skin.
That was when everything went wrong.

It was Jinx who felt it first - a massive pulse of dark energy that had him gasping for breath, clutching Andy's shoulder for stability. He had never felt it before, but he knew exactly what it was. It coursed through him like poison, making his heart jerk in his chest. Fear. More specifically - F.E.A.R. "Jinx?" Andy reached out to stabilize the guitarist, pausing as Jinx made a mental connection with him. Andy responded immediately by turning to look at a few security checks, kicking the last two boxes of rosaries towards the three men. "He's got the flu," he lied smoothly. expression neutral. "Help the fans file out real fast - we don't want the sickness spreading."

What's going on? Andy? It was Ashley.

No time - get the fans out. C.C. and Bluebell, you two go scope the back of the arena. Blue, get our sign glowing on every wall you pass. Now!

The two jumped at the sudden snap, looking at Andy with wide eyes for a split second before smiling at the fans, apologizing. "Guys, Jinx has a really high fever and we don't want you guys sick. There are doors all over..." The two made excuses to filtered through the crowd, ducking pictures and autograph pens. As they escaped, Jake and Andy set Jinx carefully on a chair as The Mystic began filtering from his skin, giving him control over the sudden terror as the last fan left the arena. "F.E.A.R. - it's back. Demons are back. There's no time for a ritual - we need to protect the fans. Tell Creator to trigger the rosaries."

Andy and Jake helped the guitarist stand up, letting loose their Holdings as well so the black fog swirled over their skin. Andy was beginning to feel F.E.A.R. too and growled under his breath to strengthen The Prophet, seeing Jake become The Mourner as well. Mystic and Deviant were already prepped, and Prophet could feel Destroyer and Creator across the arena. The power of their sign was echoing thickly in the area, creating a powerful barrier - another surge of energy followed a moment later. The rosaries were active now, protecting their fans.

Prophet, I sealed the back closed. There's a wall of silver blocking the windows and doors, just like Man Without Face said to do.

Come back to the front with Destroyer. Is your rosary activated?

Yeah.

Good, now get here double time!

Creator shut down the communication link and grabbed Destroyers hand, dragging him towards the front of the building as he scanned the area mentally, finding cracks and holes in the protection of the Black Veil Brides seal and alerting Bluebell. She filled them in with more seals before finally meeting Prophet, Mourner, Mystic and Deviant at the front. Creator felt F.E.A.R. start to drum at her mind, and she suddenly felt herself changing as the presences of several somethings came closer and closer. As the Holding Clan instinctually closed around their Sixth protectively, the girl found herself filling with so much energy that she ducked under the protective arm of Deviant and coming forwards as if in a drunk trance.

Her hands flexed at her sides, and the colored fog of The Creator began to flood a sickeningly realistic blood red, clutching as her skin and winding so thick and so close, the very image of the girl was obliterated. The other five felt the ground throb underneath their feet, felt the concrete crack and splinter. Roars of rage and bloodlust were heard in the distance, and Creators' twister of blood smoke melted into the ground. There she was revealed, crouched to the ground nimbly with a black demon mask over her eyes and her skin a dull charcoal black. It made it look like her eyes were bleeding black - those wolf eyes were enraged with power, her hand clutching a tall black staff with the Black Veil Brides seal capping it. She wore a black shirt that let her long black hair brush her bare back and a pair of short shorts, leaving her agile on her bare feet.

She radiated power and control, and the rest of The Creators' clan joined at her sides. Prophet to her left, Destroyer to her right, the Holding Clan watched her carefully as she crouched into a war stance, holding the staff at her side with a fierce snarl on her lips. Despite the dramatic change in Creator's appearance, it only took the slightest falter in the shrieks and cackles of the demons outside to catch their attention fully.

"They can't kill us."

The Creators voice lost the Australian accent, deeper and layered to sound like three people at once. Still, the Holding Clan just watched the only break in her protection seals. "Why's that?" Prophet asked calmly, cracking his neck in anticipation. Destroyer looked at Creator again as she gave her answer, feeling a sudden surge in power as the Sixth found the Holding Clans true Clan Name. Black Veil Brides was a stage, a cover - but was that needed anymore.
"We are the first completed Holding Clan in centuries. We have Man Without Face and we have his Holdings. We are the Legion of the Black - and what force in this universe can defeat something that powerful?"

The Legion of the Black didn't respond, simply nodded shortly in acceptance and let out a deafeningly strong battle cry as the front wall exploded.

Notes

Hey guys! Just a heads up that I may not be able to update tomorrow. I'm traveling back home from a quick visit to some people, and I get home reeeaaaally late. Be patient, there will be another update the next day! (Maybe two if I'm asked nicely wink wink)

Anyways, be happy not sappy, loveyoubye!

xoxo
LK Marie