As you may have gathered from the opening chapter, most of this story’s chapters are pretty short. This makes the fact that there are 44 of them a little easier to deal with.
Recap: Seventeen-year-old goth vampire witch Ebony Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way, a seventh-year Hogwarts student, introduced herself to us readers and flipped off some preps who were staring at her. She also said hi to Draco Malfoy, who is a sensitive goth boy in this story (just go with it). That’s… all that happened.
AN: Fangz 2 bloodytearz666 4 helpin me wif da chapta! BTW preps stop flaming ma story ok!
As this story was taken off Fanfiction.net a long time ago, I can’t go look at what was said in response to chapter 1. While this fic did eventually attract heaps of attention, mostly negative, chapter one itself is fairly innocuous. You have to remember that this was 2006 and goth girl author insert characters were all over the place in fanfiction. “My Immortal” doesn’t take the turn from being a standard (albeit particularly entertaining) badfic into being a true masterpiece of so-bad-it’s-good literature (did I stutter? Literature!) until a bit later. At least a chapter or two later, I’d argue.
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See, what’d I tell you? Tara’s sneaky like that.
The next day I woke up in my bedroom. It was snowing and raining again. I opened the door of my coffin and drank some blood from a bottle I had.
You know, a bottle of blood that she had. I guess this isn’t something unusual for a vampire to have in her room, but I do wonder where she got the blood. (It’s never addressed.)
I like that she sleeps in a coffin. In canon Hogwarts students sleep in dorms, segregated by gender, house, and year (so seventh-year Slytherin girls would share a room), but in “My Immortal” that isn’t the case. Ebony does have a roommate, though, as we’ll see shortly.
My coffin was black ebony and inside it was hot pink velvet with black lace on the ends.
“Black ebony” as opposed to any other color ebony, I guess.
I’m not gonna lie, though, I dig it. That’s an aesthetic.
I got out of my coffin and took of my giant MCR t-shirt which I used for pajamas. Instead, I put on a black leather dress, a pentagram necklace, combat boots and black fishnets on. I put on four pairs of earrings in my pierced ears, and put my hair in a kind of messy bun.
Actually a pretty solid look, I think.
My friend, Willow (AN: Raven dis is u!) woke up then and grinned at me. She flipped her long waist-length raven black hair with pink streaks and opened her forest-green eyes.
Willow isn’t a major character in this story, but she does show up occasionally. While it appears here that she’s Ebony’s roommate, her total absence from other scenes throws that into question.
I like how she grins at Ebony before even opening her eyes.
She put on her Marilyn Manson t-shirt with a black mini, fishnets and pointy high-heeled boots. We put on our makeup (black lipstick white foundation and black eyeliner.)
“OMFG, I saw you talking to Draco Malfoy yesterday!” she said excitedly.
“Yeah? So?” I said, blushing.
It was for all of two seconds, if Willow’s referring to the encounter in the last chapter. I doubt this warrants an OMFG.
“Do you like Draco?” she asked as we went out of the Slytherin common room and into the Great Hall.
“No I so fucking don’t!” I shouted.
Doubt.frescpeg
“Yeah right!” she exclaimed. Just then, Draco walked up to me.
“Hi.” he said.
“Hi.” I replied flirtily.
Yeah, she’s not into him at all.
“Guess what.” he said.
“What?” I asked.
“Well, Good Charlotte are having a concert in Hogsmeade.” he told me.
If you’re not too familiar with Harry Potter (or just forgot), Hogsmeade is a village located near Hogwarts where older students are allowed to hang out on weekends. It’s mostly shops, pubs, etc. and is wizarding-only, so a Muggle band performing there is all kinds of strange.
Unless the implication is that Good Charlotte is actually comprised of wizards.
“Oh. My. Fucking. God!” I screamed. I love GC. They are my favorite band, besides MCR.
Good Charlotte isn’t a goth band by any stretch of the imagination — they’re, I don’t know, pop-punk emo or something. Then again, MCR is (or was, RIP) an emo band too, so Ebony may be playing a bit loose with the definition of “goth” music here.
“Well…. do you want to go with me?” he asked.
I gasped.
I don’t think a boy inviting you to a concert he just told you is happening nearby is really gasp-worthy, but what do I know?