A/N: So this is a new take on a old story based off an RP that got started like 6 months ago…I feel bad because it had so much life but I never finished it, so I'm determined now to finish it. Any and all reviews are greatly appreciated. Thanks all Aerin
Click, Clack, Click, Clack, Viola's little black china flats quickly hit the pavement outside the old Victorian library. It was late and it had become so dark in the courtyard you could barely see two feet in front of you. She clenched her newly checked out books tightly like if she let them go they'd fly away, a rustle came from a near by square of shrubberies causing her to pick up her pace. Her china flats slowly getting louder and echoing across the courtyard, almost like some sort of warning that she was walking here and was not to be disrupted on her path. She only stopped when she heard a small and sudden, "Vi?" spoken by a soft male voice that she only remembered from distant memories. Viola spun around so fast she almost knocked herself over, "Damien?" she shouted loudly behind her hoping so see her beautiful alabaster skinned boy standing valiantly behind her. It was only far more darkness and a small brush of a breeze blowing fall leaves along the man made cement pathways. She whimpered a little then solemnly started towards the door to the nicely lit academy hallways. Making her way through the cold un welcoming school that once held love and happy times in its wall she ran her fingers on its stony passageways reliving every feeling that came with every indent in its stone, So cold now but still so warm.