We Are The Wild Ones (Black Veil Brides Fan Fiction)

We Are The Wild Ones

Ok so this is my first story! I'm working really hard on it any chance I get between college and homework. Let me know what you think! I hope you like it!

Oh and for this whole story I don't own all of the names. All the members of Black Veil Brides own their names and the rights to the songs. This is just a fan fiction :)

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Prologue

I seem to find myself wishing I lived in my dreams. Every time I wake up I feel like I’m leaving the real world and entering a dream other than how it really is.

That was always how my life was. Every morning I would wake up just to find myself locked in what felt like a boring, hopeless dream. The same things would happen every day. Get up, go to class, walk back to my dorm, sit in my bed in my own private spaceand listen to music, then go to sleep.

Every time it would start to get dark I would get excited. Darkness meant soon I would be able to sleep. When I could sleep, I felt right. It’s like taking a person who has lived in a cage all their life not ever knowing about the outside world and putting them in a big city. It’s totally different from their cage. The only difference between that is that while the person would feel lost and scared and completely out of place, for me dreams make me feel like its where I belong and feel safest. For me dreams would be my cage; while the “awake” world would be the big city.

My classes was always a pain. I never really talked to anyone if I could help it. I kept to myself and really didn’t fit in with my sometimes colorful but most of the time black or blue jean skinny jeans and skin tight shirts and my love for a single bandno one has really ever heard of. Most of the people in my college were preppy, small town type people. I too was from a small town but I didn't have the same mindset as them. While they just wanted to get jobs and stay in their little towns I wanted to get out and away! I had a longing for the hussle and bussle of the big cities yet I felt most at home in the wilderness where I didn't have to worry about what other people thought of me.

Music was pretty much the only thing in the “awake” world that felt right or normal. The only other thing that was any better than my music was dancing. When I would dance, I would feel the same feelings I felt in my dreams. As I sway and turn with the music everything becomes clear and I feel at home. That’s the closest thing I feel when I’m awake to the feeling of my dreams.

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Chapter 1

Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! I really hate my alarm clock. Every morning it rips me out of my dreams, out of my world. I would love to be able to break it so I would never have to wake up again. But that is impossible to do. I have to wake up eventually and go to class. I have to get up and walk from building to building until all my classes are done for the day and I can escape to my one of my favorite places.

Not far from my dorm is a little quiet place that has a small river floating through it and a small swing set. Its hidden back in the woods away from most paths. Never have I seen another human there. It has become my safe little place where I can be with my music and dance as long as I can! Only one other creature is allowed there with me. He is a beautiful, strong wolf. Every so often he will come to where I'll be dancing or listening to music and watch me.

At first he would stay a little distance away but as I started seeing him more and more he would creep closer until one day when I turned around while dancing I tripped over him. I landed right on my face. I laid there for a moment until felt a cold, wet something moving my hair out of the way to see my face. I looked up to see the wolf using his nose to push my hair back. He whined softly when I looked at him. He was so beautiful! His fur was shiny and black. His muscles stood out from under his fur and every one of his movements was so graceful. Then I looked at his eye. They were the most beautiful things I had ever seen. They were pure shadowy blue and seemed to look into my soul.

At that very moment his eyes had a look of concern as he pushed back my hair. He sat back and whined again looking at me with his head slightly cocked to one side. I sat up slowly, fearing i would cause him to run off. I had a sudden feeling that I didn't want him to leave. Him being there made me feel like I felt in my dreams. Once I had sat up he pushed his head forward and nudged at my right hand. He slid his nose under my hand and lifted it up then very gently he licked my palm.

Wincing I pulled my hand away from his mouth and looked at my palm. It was all scrapped up from my fall over him. Again the wolf whined but this time he stood up and walked a small distance away. "No," I whispered as he walked away. He looked back at me and cocked his head to the side. "You don't have to go. I know you didn't mean to hurt me," I told him. He stared at me for a moment then jumped in the air barking. Then he ran back to me and licked my face all over. I started laughing and pushed him away. "Stop that! I can't breathe!" I giggled at him. He sat back with a humph and let his tongue hang out the side of his mouth. Laughing again I stood up and brushed myself off.

From that day on anytime he would come to my private spot he wouldn't stay away but come running up and lick my hands or start dancing around with me. It wasn't every time that I went to my private spot that he would be there but just every once in a while. I looked forward to seeing him every time and having to say goodbye was always the hardest thing to do. We had become pretty good friends since we first met. On days that I would need to vent about something going on in my life he would lay there and listen to every word I said like he could understand me. He of course could never say anything back but just the fact that he acted like he listened and understood made me always feel better.

One day I showed him a song from my favorite band Black Veil Brides. As soon as the song started playing he jumped up and started running in circles. When I stopped playing the song, thinking he was scared of it, he stopped moving and started growling at me. Never before had I seen him look so angry and scary! I pressed play on my ipod again and he stopped growling. After that I always played Black Veil Brides for him and every time he would jump around and run until he just couldn't run anymore. Then he would come lay down beside me and put his head in my lap and drift off to sleep.

This wolf had become my best and only friend. I always looked forward to seeing him and he seemed to always look extreamly happy to see me. I started telling him about my dreams. They were something I never shared with anyone else. My dreams were my own safe heaven, my own safe world where everything was how it was meant to be. When I would tell him about my dreams a sudden, odd look would come across his face. It was more of a human look than what a wolf should be able to do with their faces. It was a surprised look mixed with confusion. I would tell him about my most recent dream and that look would appear. He would stare at me unblinking the whole time I would talk then as soon as I would finish he would look down at his feet.

He would sit like that for a very long time. It almost seemed as if he was lost in this own thoughts or as if he was lost in my dream I had just told him. Even playing Black Veil Brides wouldn't snap him out of it or petting his back just the way he liked it. The only way I could sometimes snap him out of where ever he would go was by petting his head. He always would jump away and slightly growl at me anytime I would touch his head. I figure he had been hurt there in the past or something and it was still painful to him.

As more time went on and it started getting colder I worried my wolf would be leaving soon. As the wind got colder and colder I looked for him more and more. Everytime I would see him it would be a relief. I would feel like I coud breathe again. I realized that if he did leave during the winter I probably wouldn't be able to survive. He had become my life sorce, my everything. When I was with him I would be truely happy.