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[broadway]

Raychel rushed into the empty classroom, slamming the door behind her. With an exhasperated squeal, she quickly turned on her heel, slamming her fist into the wall. A large indent of her fist was now perfectly sculpted into the wall, but Raychel was to upset to see it. As large clouds of dust flew high into the air, chunks of plaster hitting the ground, she removed her hand from the wall. With a swift movement only a vampire could pull off, Raychel pulled herself into the corner farthest away from the door.

Taking out her wand, she twirled it lazily around her fingers. She hadn't bothered with an effective spell to cover up her bottle green eyes well, and there were various flecks apparent in her charmed brown eyes. If a vampire was capable of tears, Raychel would have had them, streaming down her cheeks and making huge puddles at her feet. She hated Isabelle, her vampire creator, and wanting nothing more than to kill her. Sadly, she knew that feat was impossible, even for an incredibly strong and intellectual newborn like her. Raychel jumped as the door creaked open, and she looked up to see...

[weaslebee2]

Emily bit down lightly on her tongue to hold back a stream of curses at discovering her usual place of complete solitude to be preoccupied. But at least it was only Raychel and not some couple making out or something. Her eyes found the imprint of a fist in the wall, the crumbled pieces of plaster, the few pieces of dust still fluttering to the ground. Emily made the connection; it was easy to tell who was a vampire and who wasn't, well, if your eye was trained to spot them.

[broadway]

Raychel cringed away from the look of recognition on Emily's face. She had made the connection, as any intelligent person would have. Raychel supressed her groan at her carelessness, knowing full well she should have fixed the wall. Raychel managed to inhale deeply, smelling Emily only faintly. Control was hard, but, considering Emily wasn't frightened, her smell wasn't very potent. She desperately hoped Emily hadn't been cutting herself recently. One drop of spilled blood would throw her into a frenzy.

[weaslebee2]

"I'll just go then," Emily said, turning to leave, she didn't want to tempt Raychel, as she had a newer wound from this morning. It was mostly scabbed over, but some places were still slowly oozing blood. Emily wouldn't have thought anything of it if it had been Isaac or Gabriella; they could control themselves, but Raychel was only a newborn. She was going to have to find a different place to take her blade to her skin, somewhere she could be alone.

[broadway]

Raychel desperately wished Emily would stay. She needed someone to talk to, but she understood the danger she now posed. With a quick squeal of frustration, Raychel created another indent of her fist in the wall. Until this point, she had not noticed how heavily she was breathing. Raychel quickly fixed the wall, but was not satisfied with the disrespect of the school walls.

[weaslebee2]

Emily flinched as Raychel abused the wall for a second time, but didn't stop. She quited the room, biting her lip. Did Gabriella know about this? She probably did, with her super senses and whatnot. Emily stood outside the room a moment, almost wanting to go back in as Raychel was obviously distressed, but couldn't bring herself to do so.