I own nothing except my OC Vicky ( She is based off my best buddy :) So I don't actually own her either.) Cassandra Claire owns most of these characters, I'll let you know if that changes.
Vicky arranged two chairs into a couch in the band room. Tilting one back against the wall, she sighed as she lifted her heavy backpack, filled with books the size of a small child. She grabbed her unruly hair and tied it back with a purple rubber band. She settled back and set her ipod to shuffle through her various alternative rock songs. Plugging in her earbuds, she focused on getting as much done as she could before band practice.
Against her will, Vicky's mind wandered as she stared at her brightly colored converse, and began to pick at the frayed edges of her laces. She sighed and closed her AP level textbook. There was no way she could focus today.
Suddenly, she sat up strait. Muscles tight, nerves buzzing. Vicky removed her headphones to listen for a sign of whatever put her on edge. This had been happening constantly today, a feeling like she's being watched. She stood slowly, turning, taking in what she saw. Then she heard it. A faint rumble. She turned her music completely off, ignoring the notifications from Tiny Towers. Grabbing her backpack, she burst through the double doors of the band room and into the hallway, ignoring the looks from the people sprawled on the floor.
Inwardly, she sighed. I was hoping to get some work done. No such luck. Huffing up the stairs, she followed the rumble as it grew louder, she turned right and headed towards the gym area. She leaned over the railing to catch her breath on the indoor track that circled above the stands. As her breathing calmed, she realized what she was seeing. Three dark figures were surrounding Alex, a guy from her class. They had dangerous looks on their faces (despite Alex being as tall as a giraffe.)
One of the darkly dressed figures lunged, a silver blade flashing. Anyone else who randomly sees someone get stabbed might scream, not Vicky. She released a noise so ferocious, banshees plugged their ears. Her vocal chords evidently couldn't handle the strain she put on them, so they chose that moment to crack like the voice of a prepubescent boy's.
However, this provided Alex a chance to dodge the blade as three hooded heads looked up to meet her eyes. She briefly wondered at the gorgeous golden eyes that met hers before her focus shifted back to Alex. He suddenly shivered like cat who just got dumped in a pile of half-melted ice. Then he did what can be only be defined as folded. His inside became his out and his outside became his in. He became this huge black monster and roared at the three danger-zone dudes.
Surprisingly, they acted like they totally did this every day. They simultaneously proceed to stab not-Alex until he bled black and then disappeared. Okay Vicky, you're cool, just remain CALM!
LOL nope. Vicky ran out of that place like the devil was at her heels. AS she was setting a new track record, she ran strait into a hunk of delicious manflesh.
"OOF" said the most gorgeous guy Vicky had ever laid eyes on. He was dressed like a motorcyclist, in black leather with silver studs. She could spot black marking peaking out from under his black shirt. As her eyes drifted up, she couldn't help but notice how flattering the leather was on him, emphasizing his shoulders and muscled forearms. As her eyes met a golden pair, a deep, slightly British voice cheerfully greeted her with a pleasant "Hey."