White knuckles || Chris and Alaric \ CANCELLED
Alaric didn’t think he’d ever been more… uncomfortable in his life, and not for the first time, he wondered what the hell he was even doing here. Concern that they might get caught had kept him at home this long – really, after his fight with Stefan earlier in the week, he couldn’t afford to get stupid. And yet.
But he hadn’t expected the school to feel so wrong. Loud, yes, and sure, he wouldn’t have been surprised to find people running around like idiots. But in the second corridor there were people running terrified for their lives. Shit, no. He had to see if he could find his friends, and they were all getting the hell out of there. Could it have been an animal? One of those unknown animals which was apparently invisible to the naked eye but responsible for the unusually high death rate in Mystic Falls. Was there something trapped in here with them?
Alaric turned, and crashed directly into a girl he didn’t recognize. She looked too young to be there. Freshman probably, sophomore possibly. “Go out the front doors,” he said. “And get out of here fast.”
For a second he thought she would resist, cling to him like a koala. She didn’t. She ran for the doors, and when Alaric turned, he saw why. People were emerging from the stairs leading to the basement.
Shit, he should have stayed home.
The sight of Chris, who was relatively level-headed, at the front, stayed him somewhat. “What happened? What do we do?” Alaric asked, grabbing his elbow.