"And you are?" His voice was flat but the maniacal tone still laced his words. Rayne rose slowly to her feet and gritt her teeth as another wave of heat rose from both wounds, she slowly walked towards the back of the library. Her muddled brain reminding her of the storm that was headed their way, slowly and thankfully reaching the small red box. Rayne's fingers just touched the handle, when the intercom came to life and the voice of their principal filled the air. 

[i]The storm has begin, please pack your things and head for the buses. Walkers are asked to please call a parent or ride a bus, enjoy your winter break. Come prepared for next term[/i] The boy huffed and stuffed his hands into his pickets, his nostrils flairing as the copper smell of blood filled the air. He grinned and after a glance at the male, turned on his heel and left the library. He knew what she looked low now, the poor angel didn't know what would happen to the wounds if untested. 

Rayne turned and made her way back to where the boy stood, her head muddled and tongue heavy. She stopped just behind him and swallowed the nausea rolling in her stomach. 

"I'm sorry to have...disturbed you." She offered him softly, her voice sounding odd and weak as she began to move passed him, she was glad that for once her parents were off working and wouldn't see the blood. [@SomeoneSomewere]