McKenna POV.
I was woken up by the sound of music. Loud, heavy rock music. I grunted, trying to untangle myself from the sheets. I glanced at the clock 12:03PM. I growled. Less than 12 hours sleep. They were dead. Normally the music wouldn’t bother me, but then again, normally I wasn’t jet-lagged, hungry and majorly pissed off with the world. I almost felt sorry for the five of them. Almost. I staggered out of bed and into that bathroom. I don’t know quite how I managed to operate the shower. I am not a morning person. And yes I know that it’s not technically morning, but to me any time after I had just woken up was morning. Blindly I grabbed random clothes from my suitcase, throwing them on and smudging a thick layer of black around my eyes. I opened Syn’s (I still couldn’t think of it as our room) bedroom door to be greeted by louder music, Scooby and the smell of coffee. I followed the smell of coffee into the kitchen, which, by the way, was huge, and discovered a percolator full of coffee. I grinned and set about finding myself a mug. A large one. Several slammed cupboards later I had located a large mug and filled it with an obscene amount of sugar and coffee. I practically inhaled half the mug in one go and sighed. God knows how I would cope without coffee. The music kicked up a gear and my happy moment was gone. Did they have no consideration for anyone else? Narrowing my eyes, I headed towards the door where the music seemed to be coming from. I nearly ripped the damn thing from its hinges. Oops. Maybe I did feel sorry for them. Just a teeny bit.

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Syn POV.
I was tired, but all that vanished as soon as I picked my guitar up and began to play with the guys. I vaguely registered hearing a bang over the sound of the band, but I shook it off and carried on playing. It was Matt who first realised she was there, suddenly stopping mid-lyric. Next to me Zacky frowned, following his gaze to the door. His elbow made painful contact with my ribs. I turned to see Mac stood at the bottom of the stairs, a mug of steaming coffee in one hand. I swallowed. She looked like amazing in nothing more remarkable then a pair of grey ripped jeans and tight fitting t-shirt with the words Like An Angel But With Broken Wings printed across her chest. Her hair tumbled about her head in a tangle of curls that managed to make her look amazingly sexy. Her eyes were slightly bloodshot and surrounded by smudged grey eyeliner. She looked like a fallen angel. Her eyes met mine, growing angry. I swallowed again. Make that an irate fallen angel. Beauty and anger. Never a good combination. I smiled at her, trying to calm her down. I don’t think that it worked.
“Hey Mac, how…” She cut me off almost instantly. Her eyes narrowing to slits.
“Do none of you have any consideration?” She practically hissed. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Johnny and Zacky move backwards so that I was closest to her. Great. I opened my mouth, but was unable to come up with a comprehensive answer. Mac stepped off the step and began to walk towards me. I attempted to step back, but Matt was behind me being an immovable mountain, wonderful. “Gates, I am jet-lagged, hungry, in a foreign country, being forced to marry a total stranger and pissed off beyond belief. The last thing that I needed was to be woken up by your goddamn band practice!” By now she grabbed the collar of my shirt in her fist, dragging me down to her level. “Consider this your one and only warning, Gates. Pull a stunt like this again and I will ram that guitar of yours so far up your arse that you’ll be speaking in chords. You get me?” She growled, I nodded, still not trusting myself to form a coherent sentence. She let go of me and turned on her heels, revealing the wings printed on the back of her t-shirt. One perfect, the other broken. I smiled as she slammed the door to the basement. Fallen Angel indeed. Behind me Jimmy whistled.
“Syn, your new girl’s one hell of a badass.”

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McKenna POV.
I didn’t see the boys for the rest of the afternoon. Band practice had obviously ended after my bitch fit. I sighed. This was really not a good way to integrate yourself into your new pack, McKenna. I thought, putting my book down and staring blankly at the wall opposite me. Tears began to blur my vision. Could I do nothing right? I’d barely been in this fucking country 24 hours and already I was fucking things up. I was only good for one thing. The one thing that I hated more than anything was the only thing in this whole godforsaken world that I was good at. The irony of that did not escape me. I was jolted from my thoughts as Matt wandered into the room, not even noticing me. His attention was completely focused on the piece of paper in front of him. He frowned and pulled a pencil from behind his ear, rubbing out whatever he had written there. I stayed still, the slight shadows of the room, helping me remain unnoticed. Slowly, the rest of the guys trickled into the room. They still didn’t notice me. Not even as they turned the TV on. I resisted the urge to shift positions, knowing that they would notice the movement and notice me. Zacky looked up from the TV, watching Matt.
“What you got so far, Shads?” Matt scowled in response.
“Not a lot. One verse.” He sighed. “It’s just not flowing. It’s like I’ve got writers block.” Jimmy stretched in his armchair.
“Sing it through, maybe we can help.” Matt nodded in agreement.
“I’ve got nothing to lose.” He began to sing, reminding me to tell him that I loved his voice.
A/N: I know these lyrics are incomplete, BUT that’s the idea. The song is only half written.
“Nightmare

Dragged you down below
Down to the devil’s show
To be his guest forever
Hate to twist your mind
But God ain’t on your side
An old acquaintance severed

Flesh is burning, you can smell it in the air
'Cause men like you have such an easy soul to steal (steal)
So stand in line while they ink numbers in your head
You’re now a slave until the end of time here
Nothing stops the madness turning, haunting, yearning, pull the trigger” he stopped and shrugged, indicating that that was all that he had written so far. The others all looked deep in thought. Without really thinking I spoke, or rather sung, up.
“You should have known
The price of evil
And it hurts to know that you belong here, yeah
Ooooh
It’s your fuckin’ nightmare” I had to reign in laughter as all five of them suddenly jumped about a foot in the air as they noticed me.
“How long have you been there?” Asked Jimmy, the first recover the gift of speech.
“Longer than all of you.” I was pleased to notice that Matt was scribbling my contribution to the song on his piece of paper. Syn met my gaze.
“I didn’t know that you could sing.” I raised my eyebrows at him.
“There’s a hell of a lot that you don’t know about me.” He shrugged in reply, turning his attention back to the TV. I resisted the urge to glare at him. He was obviously still slightly irritated over this morning.
“These are good lyrics.” Commented Matt, finally looking up. I smiled and shrugged.
“Glad that I could be of help.” The doorbell rang, making Syn get up.
“That’ll be the pizza, I’ll get it.” He wasn’t looking at me. I sighed and got up.
“I’ll help him.” I met him in the kitchen with a stack of plates and beers. I held one out to him. “I’m sorry. I have temper issues, I need an attitude transplant but medicine hasn’t developed that far yet.” He smiled and took the beer.
“Don’t worry about it. I guess I know what I’m getting into.” I struggled to keep the smile on face as we walked back into the living room. You had no idea what you were getting yourself into. This morning was only the surface.