"An animal attack?"<br/><br/>Her morning had started off normal, blissfully unaware of the events that transpired the night before. Having woken from her sleep on her window seat, she'd moved to her bed at some point, thankfully remembering to set her alarm. Six o'clock on the dot, it went off, waking her for the final time as she went about her morning routine.<br/><br/>Tea with honey, and some cereal, she ate in her room, writing in her journal and listening to the light music coming from her bathroom mate's side. It seemed weird now, to write in a journal about nothing in particular...Getting her feelings out to an inanimate object that would never talk back, but always understood her. She felt like it was the only way to really grasp her new life, even if it created some solitary bubble around her that no one else knew existed. Vivienne refused to let anyone into that side of her life. As far as they were concerned, she was just like everyone else.<br/><br/>Her dreams had been of an odd nature. For once, it wasn't about the death of her parents, but instead she was running...Running endlessly from something...someone... Flashes of Sebastian's eyes haunted her. His ice blue gaze piercing into her, recognition in their depths, though she'd never seen him before...<br/><br/>Shaking the feeling, she'd gathered up her things, bag slung over her shoulder, and headed out the door. In her haste to get a move on, she'd not heard the whisperings, not felt the tense air that surrounded the campus.<br/><br/>Until that moment, she'd been under the guise of being happy.<br/><br/>Her steps had been light, her mind made up. Only when Brittany (the aforementioned bathroom mate), had grabbed a hold of her arm, yapping a mile a minute about how the "skank" probably deserved it, did she realize what was wrong. It took a good few minutes to get her to slow down, but Brittany finally divulged what'd happened.<br/><br/>"How is that even possible?" Vivienne pressed, brow furrowed in confusion.<br/><br/>"You're not in the city anymore," Brittany pointed out. "Animal attacks are common if you're stupid enough to wander in the woods alone."<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">So much for my safe haven,</span>she thought to herself, nodding in response to her words and keeping on her way. Squinting into the woods, the paramedics having already come and gone, she wondered what it must have been like, to die like that. Lately, her thoughts had taken a morbidly realistic turn, picturing things even when she didn't want to. This was no exception.<br/><br/>Classes would have been a nice distraction if not for the whispers. Everyone was talking about the girl that died, theories of why she was in the woods, and what animal had done the damage. Not one story matched, apart from one characteristic: the blood. It went without saying that, an animal attack would be bloody, mauling its victim for whatever reason it was provoked at the time.<br/><br/>But the lack of blood...While there was dried clumps on her tank top...there wasn't much there. Of course, that fact would have been left unknown had it not been for the student that had found her. He'd been out at some early hour, for a reason Vivienne hadn't heard, but that he'd stumbled across her. That her eyes had been open, body in a heap on the ground.<br/><br/>Grief councilors sat in on each class, pulling students out that broke down, while cops remained on campus, to give a refresher course on what to do in such a situation. She felt odd for not feeling more remorse, but there'd been no connection. Viv felt bad for her, certainly...But not the way everyone else did.<br/><br/>Sighing, her final class done, she'd been told to meet Brittany at the campus coffee house, but didn't feel like going to see her. Not yet anyway. Instead she wandered down the tree line, eyes looking around curiously. She walked the line for about a half an hour, until her phone started vibrating incessantly, reminding her of the meet she was supposed to be at.<br/><br/>"I'm on my way," she replied in haste to Britt's annoyed text, before turning away from the woods and wandering toward the west side of the campus where most of the local shops were. Noting the time as 4:13 p.m., she sighed.<span style="font-style: italic">Maybe this'll be a good distraction. Friendly chatting and the like...This could be a good thing...I think.</span>