Perhaps this would be harder than he thought. Desmond took the Chancellor by the arm and turned to her. It was as if he were a close friend of hers, rather than an official on business. "Chancellor, your... guardians are more than capable of keeping an eye out, why don't we see what was on the tapes. And summon the campus doctor. We might be able to use the input of a medical expert." He almost commanded, politely gesturing for her to lead the way.
Becoming quite used to the way Desmond seemed to order everyone around, Dolorante readily lead thee way to the security office. "The Dhampir who works here should be able to tell you what's on the tapes," she said, guiding his hand to the shoulder of the Dhampir in charge of the security feed. "He wants to see the cameras around campus during when the Fallen One arrived," she informed the guard, turning to Desmond as she made to leave. "I'll inform the nurse that we need her now, and we can call her once you're done looking through the tapes."
Nia frowned. Comments about her looks and heritage were common, and Nia was used to sideways comments. Sure someone might say her name was pretty, smooth, or elegant, but soft? That was new.
“Thank you,” she said, dropping the frown. Perhaps that was Orion's way of complimenting people, although she noticed that he didn't appear to want to answer her previous questions. Well, she'd have to start from a gentler angle. “Can you tell me where you're from?” she asked. "Any family or friends to contact?”
Orion eyed the girl from behind his arms that were folded and resting on his knees. This felt like being questioned, only her question was fairly harmless.
"I was born in America, but I grew up in Japan." He said, reminiscent of the days when things weren't so complicated. When
he wasn't so complicated. Suddenly he realized something, "I don't even know where I am right now." He added.
“Montana, America,” Nia supplied with a frown. “I'm guessing you wouldn't know how you got here?” she asked. The Vampire Academy resided deep in one of Motana's many forests, miles and miles from mortal civilization. Sure it was possible to get here within a day if you knew where you were going and had superhuman speed like most Moroi and Dhampirs, but Nia was still surprised that Orion had managed to get this far. “Did you perhaps... have someone with you?” she asked carefully, figuring that whoever it was that bloodied Orion up couldn't have been a friend.
"Jarrene will be available shortly," the Chancellor said as she closed the door to the security room beind her. "Are you finished here, Desmond?"
"I have everything I can glean from this." the official admitted with a sigh. He patted the guardian on the shoulder and took Dolorante by the arm. He was beginning to act more and more familiar with the Chancellor. Whether it was because he liked her or he was playing a game was unclear, even to him.
"Take me on a walk, Madam Chancellor." He requested as the entire way he carried himself shifted drastically to a serious and genuinely worried air. "We have some things to discuss."
"Montana." Orion thought aloud. The next question caught him off guard again, but he answered instantly with trauma in his eyes. "I ran. I ran here from-" he caught himself as his eyes went wide with fear. He shifted closer to Nia. If she was there, then he couldn't be in the chair. "I ran for so long, days maybe?"
"Days?" Nia echoed, shocked. Moroi could go around two days without feeding, but any more and they began to pale and wither. Nia looked over the boy again, wondering whether he'd eaten yet. The cell smelled of fresh blood, but Nia knew that Orion wasn't a Moroi -- or Strigoi, for that matter. "Have you... eaten anything yet?"
The face of the man that the others had called "Donor" flashed across Orion's mind. "Yes. They gave me a human called Donor. He was near death, so they said it would be okay." He wrung his hands as he spoke, regret and satisfaction tearing his emotions. "I could taste it. Eating him was a mercy after whatever was done to him at the party they mentioned." He surmised. He really felt it too. The meat had even tasted lethargic.
He shifted, resting hellish, yet soft and tormented eyes on Nia. Tears welled but did not escape. "I c-couldn't stop. I didn't want to, but I was so hungry, and hunger makes a ghoul crazy." Now, the sadness had pushed moisture from his eyes. "Starvation for a ghoul is Hell."
"So what was it that you wanted to talk about, Desmond?" Dolorante asked, guiding the man through the academy's airy courtyard. There was a slight breeze about, blowing fresh air towards the pair as they went on. Dolorante had a feeling that Desmond really didn't need a guide at all, but she could sense that he was on edge and didn't see the point of bringing it up.
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