"Mooooooom, where are my black horns? i need them for my cosplay!" the young adult, appropiatly named Daedge, shouted at his poor mother. today he was going to to go a convent for edgy tee- i mean, "cool young adults". he threw his vampire books on the floor, causing a loud bang to resound through the house. 

after a few seconds of Daedge *Trigger mode*, an eldery little woman ran up, in her hands were two crooked horns, looking like that of a male sheep. they gleamed slightly in the pink light, coming from the lamp. Daedge had painted it crimson a few years ago, but due to the time passing, it had turned a pale pink. he had told his mom to vhange it many times, but she was already stressed as it was.

"ugh, mom! look, a bleamish, my life is ruined!" he snached the horns from her trembeling hands, and pointed at a smudge, clarely triggered. his black make-up was melting off his face, becouse he was cry- ehem, in order to make it look extra cool and dark and evil and demonic. he was wearing black robes with blood (strawberry jam) splattered over them. in his hand, he was holding a bloody knife he had bought at Toys R Us for nine ninety nine.

"mom, i was supposed to be a demonic cult satanist from hell, and youve ruined it! my life is going to be ruined, all my fr-, fellow young adults are goint to throw me out of the "evil, crazy, insane, depressed, super evil, society of doom"!!"  he threw the horns to the ground, smashing them into small papery bits. 

"buhuhu, where did i go wrong!..." the woman breaks down, sobbing into her cupped hands. "geez mom! stop being so sensitive!!" Daedge rushes out the door, out to the black saab 94, and drives away to the convention.

after a while of driving in an edgy manner, he reached the place. the place was decorated with spiderwebs, ghosts, and other halloweeny stuff. they didnt have enugh money to buy real stuff, so they used the same things they used for the halloween party. he pushed the door open, and was greeted with what could only be discribed as "Edgy".

most people were dressed in black, a few splatters of blood (red paint) here and there. almost everyone had a knife, and some sort of demonic accesory. everyone had white makeup, and black hair. 

"sound test, sound test, oh, hello! i wish to welcome everyone who came to "Vampcon, real vampires only"! do we have any huuuuunnngry vampires here?"

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"whooooooo" "yeeeaaaa" "i just wanna drink bloooooooood!" 

the crowd cheered loudly as the spokes person reeled them on from the stage before them.

"can i hear an S!?"

"S!!"

"can i hear a A!?"

"A!!"

and so it went on, until he loudly cheered,

" GIMME A Sacrifice the guy who does not have horns, you, over there, Daedge, was it? yea, that guy."

"SACRIFICE THE GUY WHO DOES NOT HAVE HORNS, YOU, OVER THERE, DAEDGE WAS IT? YEA, THAT GUY!!!"

"wait what"

Daedge took a step back, and stopped cheering. the crowd turned to him, fangs sticking out from their lips. wether they were real or fake, is up for you to decide. the people around his took grip of his arms, and lifted him up. he was then carried from the crowd, to the stage, all whilst under heavy cheering. 

"BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD"

on the stage, an altar had been set. the lights had been changed to "dim romantic", giving the whole thing an evil tone. Daedge would have struggled, but the cheering went over his "uh, let me down" and "hey, im serious, i have a homo-intolerance!". when he finaly reached the altar, the one who had riled them up ( a well dressed young man, wearing glasses and a dark robe) fastened him to the altar. it was thich, and black. 

multple electric candles were set on it, in order to make it look even more edgy. the man brought out a sharp, red, dagger. "BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD, what is that a real knife?" 

"AND NOW, WE SHALL OPEN UP THE VIRGIN SACRIFICE" the man loudly yelled, which made the crowd go back into the "Mob" mode. "ugh, did you HAVE to tell everyone?"

the man helt the knife over Daedges heart, positioning it with both hands. in a matter of moments he stabbed it into the soft flesh. it sank in deeply, making its way through the beating heart. "ugh" Daedge grunted as he felt the knife entering his flesh. it felt electric, sending out waves of pain. the blood gushed, and a few of the people in the crowd puked on the ground. but most thought it was a stage play, and kept screaming "BLOOD, BLOOD, BLOOD, BLOOD".

everything turned black for Daedge, and he passed out, never to awake again. the man pulled out the knife, revealing it to be a deep, crimson colour. blood started splurting in waves, and he grinned ear to ear. he grabbed hold of a goblet, and held it by the wound. a few deciliters of blood fell into it, and he brought it to his mouth. he took a gulp of the blood, and then he threw it out on the crowd. 

the blood hit them sqare on the face, turning most pale. "and now, we dine!" the man shouted, taking out a large machette from nowhere, and cutting the head of Daedge. another man, a bit older, shuffled about the crowd, whispering to them "its just a play, and play along" this calmed them down, and a few were even in awe of how realistic it was. some made their way up to the altar, and as a reward, they were offered a goblet of warm, sticky blood.

Daedge, however, was long gone.

well then! since you got this far, i belive you might just have liked it! please, do tell me what you think!