Angel [Dark H.S]

•Chapter 1•

Violet

I brushed my hands through my long blonde hair, attempting to cool my heated neck down. The numerous empty boxes had piled upon the hall, leaving little space to move around and walk. I had spent all day unpacking in my new house for university, see normal people get a flat mate and keep it low key, but with a dad as rich and snobby as mine, that wasn't going to happen. It took everything in me to convince him to let me move to a new town to transfer universities and don't get me started on the argument that we had about me dropping out of law school to start at an Arts school.

I pushed him out of my mind and tried to shove all of the boxes to one corner of the hall, my attempts proving successful despite a few stray boxes that toppled over only to be ignored by me.
I collapsed onto my new couch and examined my handy work, all of my pictures and ornaments sitting in their unfamiliar, new home. This house was too big for me, but I couldn't exactly say no to my dad when he had already bought It. A flat with a few rooms would suit me just fine, but instead now I was stuck in a mansion alone with only my art work to fill the empty spaces.

Switching through the TV channels I found nothing interesting and decided to settle on the news channel when a familiar picture caught my eye.

"Police are still searching for the infamous serial killer, Harry styles. After the 2 year ongoing search the authorities are still in the dark about the killers appearance." The woman's voice spoke of a familiar topic. Everyone new about Harry styles and his long list of victims.

The picture from earlier flashed on the screen again, triggering me to sit forward to examine it. It was of a Easton. The town that I lived in when I was little, it was only small with a few bars and shops but I remembered it all the same.

"Another body was found in the town of Easton. The victim, a young woman, had the killers signature bullet in her head alike all the other victims" they had learnt his name early on when digging the bullet out of the first girl's head, on the side was his name engraved in the black metal. Every victim since has had the same custom bullet lodged in their head.

Quickly snapping out of my thoughts, I switched the channel, deciding it was probably not a good idea to freak myself out in a house this big all by myself. A yawn pushed out of my throat as sleep took over, I just about managed to carry myself upstairs to my bed before collapsing on the silk sheets and drifting off.

A pair of piercing green eyes glared at me through the dark as the large figure they belonged to, revealed himself. A whimper left my lips as tears streamed down my face and I backed away from the man.

"Who are you???" My voice cracked as I questioned the him. His face came into view, he was young looking with brown curly hair but his face held a sinister, demonic expression as he drew closer to me. He hesitated and silence took over for a good few seconds.

"Your worst nightmare" he smirked before rapidly jumping forward and grabbing my body.

I shot up in bed, sweat pouring down my forehead and tears staining my cheeks.

"Bloody news" I groaned as I jumped out of bed and headed for the bathroom to wash my face off. I'd never had a dream like that before, I didn't recognize the face of the man but then I guess he was its a figure of my imagination.

The hall was packed with people rushing around and shouting over to their friends. Large folders and canvases bumped people as a few students tried to get around without knocking anyone out. I tried to work my way through the rush to find studio 2, lucking it was pretty close to the entrance.

The studio was a classic studio with Easels canvases and numerous paint and design materials. There was already a few people in the room, one of them turned to face me with a smile. He was reasonably tall with light, sandy blonde hair and pale, tanned skin.

"You our newbie?" He asked me, ripping me from my examination

"Erm.. Yeah" I mentally slapped myself for being so awkward and tense towards an attractive guy like him.

"I'm Riley" he extended his large hand, taking my smaller one in his grasp and shaking it.

"Violet" I smiled shyly. God I'm such a loser.

"Ah pretty name for a pretty girl" his eyes looked into mine with confidence as his light hearted commented washed over me.

"Thank you" I tried to hide my growing Crimson cheeks and shock at his comment but I'm pretty sure he saw my embarrassment.

"Well, our professor almost never shows up but that's ok because we're all working in solo projects that will be marked for our final grade, what kind of thing would you be into?" He asked and my mind flashed with confusing, he must have seen it on my face as he elaborated

"Like sketching, paining, or sculpting" he explained

"Sketching" I didn't even have to think, it had always been my passion. Riley showed me to a work station and pointing out where everything was before returning to his station to finish what looked like a clay sculpture of some people.

After I gathered my equipment and put my headphones in, I let my hand begin to move on the paper. I'd always liked to let my work happen naturally and without too much thought because I believed it came out better that way. I glanced at Riley through the corner of my eye to see him concentrating intently on a certain part of his sculpture. His eye brows furrowed as he worked making him look almost angry. I jumped when his eyes raised to meet my gaze, his expression softening and a smile pulling on his lips. I turned around quickly to hide my embarrassment at being caught gawking at him.

I let my eyes fall to my paper and a gasp left my lips when I examined what I had drawn.

It was him.

The boy with green eyes.

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