I don't strange angels. There I said it. happy?

I was restless. It was never some thing I'd had a problem with previously, especially given how id been living…before.

I know I did promise. I told Christophe id stay at the Schola but being around so may books, just sitting there day after day trying to absorb information, was getting to me. I was sitting all nice and cozy, surrounded by pretty boys all day while somewhere graves was facing things I probably couldn't even imagine. So once in a while I sorta' bent my promise, I never left for long I always came back most of the time no one even knew I had left. Slipping away was something id gotten extremely good at here and being able to go outside to retrace graves now long cold trail, or just run as fast as I could helped. It gave me some time to pull myself back together remind myself I was doing something productive. So that later I could go back and sit in those cushy rooms with those pretty boys, and suck up a little bit more info. Because it may be the answer to saving graves or ash or hell maybe id even find a way to save myself. Not to mention that being out here took me away for Christophe. He was never far from me nowadays. It seemed as if he'd taken it upon himself to be my personal escort. And on top of my one on one malaika lessons with him I don't think I ever managed to get away from him long enough to clear that apple pie smell out of my head. It didn't help that being with Chris made me feel better in a way safe and a little happy when I had no rite to be. These excursions were my penance in a way, I guess.

So today I had slipped away it was right after sparring but still before dinner so my perpetual entourage wouldn't be too worried if I was gone for a bit. Today would be a running day I needed to just get rid of excess energy. When I reached the edge of the baseball diamond I reached back into my mind, into my gut to that little place that tells you to run. To chase, to flee, to go, go and never look back because your life depends on it. And so I went. Running, sprinting. flying faster than my thoughts could catch up. Out pacing my guilt, my fears my insecurities, just going as fast and as far as I could deeper into the woods then Id ever gone before.

I finally stopped to let myself dry heave by a little broke, I looked around the tree stand to find my bearings. And couldn't. figures. Anywhere else in America and id be fine , I have a good sense of direction and its easy to find north. But here I was lost, absolutely lost. It was pathetic, I wasn't afraid of being stuck out here for too long, the council would freak out if I didn't show for dinner, but it would be embarrassing to be found huddling in the woods like some scared little kid. I sighed to my self, it was little use, I might as well as make the most of the alone time and space. So I set about doing my katas, some thing id been neglecting for a while now and focusing on ignoring the voices in my head that sounded like dad and gran.

The sun was getting low in the sky when I hear the tell tale sound of leaves crunching under feet. I acted as if I hadn't noticed the noise and continued on with my stretches. The sound had come from my left, I let my aspect show a little. To the average person it would look like my day in the sun had highlighted my hair and they would have to look very closely to notice the razor sharp points of my fangs.

I turned just in time to dodge Christophe's attack.

A/N: OMG what's going on? Sorry that was so short. I'm almost done with chapter 2 but I would still reeeeeally appreciate it if you'd let me know your thoughts