Ok so I'm cheating by uploading earlier then I said I would but I don't care! I have the mentality that once I finish the chapter it needs to be released to za public for their pleasure. Also news I am no on DeviantART, same username so look me up if you wanna see any of my IRL work Also I am going to go on record by thanking my best fangirl, fanclub president, personnel cheerleader bla bla person Tasha, or Awesome Anonymous as she's known on here for being a good little editor and even writing some of the stuff in the earlier chapter and donating her high school in Virginia as the setting. And now for some responses to reviews

The-Awesome-Anonymous: Thanks for running my fanclub of like three people, thanks for the help writing some of this stuff, and finally thanks for the love and bubbles

Emo-rocker101: seeing how as far as I know your actually one of the people who've read like all my posted stories thank you for your readership. And even though it was a review from a previous chapter thanks for enjoying the mere mention of Henry being in a school girl outfit. You're an awesome fan.

Murphey:…even though you stole my Ipad during our history class to do this review I still have to thank you. And I'll get to work on our story when I damn well please *diva humphs out of the room*

Alright well with that out of the way here's chapter six ENJOY!

Chapter Seven: Bloody School Days
''Follow the music they said! Damian hissed in his head as he tried to maneuver his way through the halls of Yorktown High. ''All I want is the bloody music hall!' he hissed as he stopped and listened for a moment hoping to find this 'music' he needed to follow.
Suddenly it hit him like a ton of bricks. Out of nowhere his ears were filled with the sounds of brass fanfares, woodwind harmonic runs, and string instruments going up and down the scale in a counter melody.
'That's the most beautiful thing I've ever heard in my life.' Damian said as he followed the music towards a pair of double doors embossed with hand made posters with sayings like: saxes bringing saxy back, or bass claries be whaling, or The Few The Proud The Contras.
When he opened up the door the sound hit him with a freight train's intensity as he took in the room before him. He was standing in a wide 'hallway' that lead into a wide concert hall that itself was filled with a two hundred person symphony orchestra. Band members, orchestra members, and even a chorus line where all crammed into chairs and playing as a balding man conducted like a man possessed.
Slowly Damian recognized the piece. It was Final Fight from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. He always like watching a slayer who managed to maintain a happy life despite the horrors she had to face everyday. That and he liked it for a few the man characters. Mostly Angel and Spike.
Suddenly the music stopped. It wasn't like the song was over. There were at least three lines left, but no one was playing. It was like there was supposed to be a solo but the player wasn't there. A few moments later the song was over and the director told everyone to take a break. Immediately he turned around to see Damian standing there like a fish out of water.
"New student?" the man asked throwing his hand out for Damian to shake.
"Yes sir. Damian Tod, Percussionist" Damian said as eyeing a set of marching snares in the corner.
"Well, we're pretty much done for the day. Why don't you go into the library over there and our librarian will set you up with music and a band handbook." The balding man said as he vanished into an office occupied by a desk that seemed to have a mountain of paperwork growing out of the IN box.
Damian nodded to himself as he went over to an off room with LIBRARY written on a sign next to it. When Damian entered the room he found himself in a picture from a psychology book. A picture that deserved the caption: OCD Environment. There were bookshelves on each wall, with the exception of one which was occupied by a behemoth of a copy machine. And in the center of it was the red head he'd seen yesterday sitting on a stool in the corner looking at a piece of sheet music with a solemn look on his face.
"Problem with a piece?" Damian asked inquisitively as he noticed some prominent bruises on one side of his face, and that he was carrying the whole right side of his body more than the other; something was probably broken.
"No it's just I wish I could have played in it today..." the redhead said a sad smile on his face.
"Where you supposed to be playing that solo that wasn't played?" Damian asked as he walked closer to him.
The redhead nodded pointing to a trumpet in the corner (A/N I don't play trumpet but my instrumentation hardly ever gets solos. Us poor Tubas).
"Why couldn't you play it today" Damian inquired.
The red head laughed dryly.
"Busted rib cage doesn't allow for enough air to even play a fricken flute. Let's just say if I even try to play that thing I'll be in so much pain I'd probably break down crying. And no one in the band wants to see that so I just sit back here and do my librarian duty." The redhead said as he grabbed a folder from one of the shelves. ( fucked up this formating sorry i couldnt fix it)"Here's your music, and the handbook." the redhead said as his ears perked up at the sound of a lunch bell.

"Well see ya later..." the red head started as he grabbed his back.

"Wait." Damian said quickly.
"Do you mind if I sit with you?" Damian asked quickly, hoping that if he said it faster the redhead would say yes.
"Sure..." the redhead drawled as he threw a messenger bag over his shoulder. "Just hope you don't mind doing social suicide." the redhead said as Damian followed him.

EPIC LINE BREAK OF EPICOSICTY

Vlad gripped the sheets so tight that his skin went pale as Henry stretched his entrance with five fingers.
"Henry I'm ready" Vlad gasped as he watched Henry poise himself to enter.

Ring Ring Ring Ring

"Goddammit!" Vlad hissed as he picked up the phone on the nightstand next to them.
"WHAT!?" Vlad hissed.
"Um... ?" a meek voice whispered in fear.
"Yes..." Vlad hissed trying to keep himself from mentally killing the person on the other end of the phone.
"Um...You need to come to the school to pick up your son..." the voice was about to say why, but before it could Vlad disconnected.

MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!

That's right a cliff hanger. And you have more or less a week to wait for what has happened, and lets just say…well Damian may be a scared little bunny…but he can throw some punches.

Don't hunt me down and kill me alright the new chapter will be worth a wait. Also I've just realized I've been writing these stories for over a year now. I'm getting a little teary eyed at this and I just wanted to say again how much I love each and every one of you guys that reviews my work and spurs me on to work more on these fan fictions, and my IRL stories. And speaking of those if you like this stuff I recommend looking at the stuff that's gonna end up on DeviantART page.

*bows out*

See ya'll next week!