Wailing Poetic

Cary:  

Sex, blood, and rock and roll, that's what life is truly about. Living and dying in excess, then coming back as one of the undead to continue the debauchery. If I thought that life was worth living before, God was I wrong. Since coming back from the dead at the hands of my best friend Heaven, things have only gotten better. I'm no longer sick, the cancer is gone, and I can breathe again. It's fucking fantastic.

I spend my days sleeping like the dead, and my nights hunting, killing, and performing for thousands of screaming fans. It's a poor little boy's dream come true. Only one thing is missing, and as I careen through my afterlife alone it weighs on me. The devil that I am is lonely and craving the type of connection I see between my bandmates and all their women. I wonder, if that hot piece of ass with the blue hair I've been sneaking around with will turn into something. Do I want it to?

Serena:  

A fuck up. I've always been one. The choice I made to follow my wet pussy instead of my head has come back to bite me in the ass more times than one. But as often as I've done some really stupid shit, I think I've done some good too, just not intentionally. Making Lucian of Screaming Fyre a vampire and changing the band's trajectory in the world was probably my worst, and best moment all wrapped up in one.

Never did I expect that my obsession with the band and almost breaking them apart would bring me to an affair with the man of my dreams, Cary Winters, their lead singer and the sexiest man not alive. I should be ecstatic, but again bad decisions take something good in my life and make it a mess. This time though there's more on the line than just my life. Can I make it right before my betrayal forces me to hell?