The Skeleton Key (BxB)

3: The old hag opens the Gates to Hell

Welcome to The skeleton Key from the author

A.K HOWL

@The song is Paparazzi covered by Kim Dracula.@

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Later on, the students were in more of a buzz than usual. What was happening that I did not know about?

I walk over to the table, its empty.

I chuckle, guess i'm eating alone.

Sitting down with a slight breeze, and stuffing my face with the delicious apple pie.

Walking out of the Dining hall, the iron door creaks on its hinges as it slams behind me. The ivy leaves and vines crawling up the red and cracking brick.

It has a certain charm to it. I stuff my hands into my jeans, I went all day without a shirt like usual. Whisp, like me, aren't known for wearing clothes, we usually opt out of wearing them so we can feel less restricted and more in tune with the elements.

My hands push on my jeans inside of my pockets, now showing my v-line and kelvin kline boxer waistband. Some girls heading to the lunch hall wink and giggle as I pass. I place a charming smile on my lips and wink back. Being a flirtatious bubble was also very common among whisp.

As soon as they are behind me, the smile instantly drops into a frown. I hate being a whisp- its like they think its an open call for sex and a good time. I can see the clocktower from here, still, I had to walk through the courtyard. The courtyard was a big circle, with a square of raised concrete in the middle which held a huge white fountain. Just like the dining hall, ivy leaves and vines circling it in a race to the top. It was empty, I didn't have to force a smile for anyone when I was alone. I come to the gate to the school, it's always bolted up, it's also coated in wolfsbane and other substances to keep us in.

I glare at it, no body leaves with the headmaster knowing. I walk into the base of the tower, slowly walking up the spiral staircase. Once at the top where the glass clock is the only light source, I sit down on the wide bench attached to the bottom of the clock.

The golden light turning my skin the same, my amber eyes must look really bright right now. The wind in here is the best to practice with, I can move it to my will without being seen or having my concentration broken. Dust bunnies are everywhere, but I still come here.

I hear high heels clicking against the floor, and the gate being pushed open. Sure must be special to get the old hag down here. I look through a nice gap in between the clock and the stones, it was made for easy repairs. I see two long limos slide smoothly into the 'u' shape of the cement.

The doors on the second limo opens first, and the most gorgeous guy I have ever seen steps out. My heart races and the wind starts to pick up. The guy snaps his gaze to the clocktower where I'm stationed.

Squinting his eyes he stares at the gap, he couldn't have seen me right? I step off and away from the wooden bench anyways, I turn my back and walk down the staircase at a sluggish pace not bothered when the clock hits noon signalling the end of lunch. Hands back into my pockets, when I get to the bottom, the gate is still wide open but with gaurds littering everywhere.

"I hope you find our facilities up to your standards." I stop and turn my head over to the handsome man and the old hag. I pause, my shoulders slouched in a relaxed position and my hands pushing down on my pockets.

I hear a low rumble, " I'm sure I will." My eyes lock with his, taking in his gorgeous eyes and wavy brown hair that I could roughly pull on. Damn, he's fine as hell.

I look away and turn my back on them, heading to my dorm.

I'm not longer interested in the situation even if I feel a tug in my chest, the wind carries all the way to the handsome guy, almost like sending him a message.

"Mine." He mumbles under his breathe.

"Hm, what was that your magessty?" The old hag asked.

"Nothing. I can find my way. Let's go Taytum."

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_A.K. HOWL