Willow took the information from Salazar with a nod. She had met a coven- every second spent with them, she found herself hating what she turned into even more. "So it's either kill or be killed.." She said somewhat bitterly. 

The coven was so keen on killing innocents. They slaughtered humans for pure joy and believed they were the rulers of the world. Not to mention, they had this insane idea of mating. Those who tried to claim her soon found out she was harder to get than she looked. Her powers were powerful but she didn't know how to control them. Make vampires soon found out just how powerful they were when trying to mate. She didn't mind killing monsters, even if that made her a killer of her kind.

Willow's eyes shifted to Ryan, "Light Sensitive..." She laughed, shaking her head. "You know the old saying, the monsters don't come out until the dark." Standing up, she smirked slightly at the Seer, knowing he couldn't see her. "Everyone hates something." Being in the room with a demon was strange for her- she didn't hate Ryan but she knew exactly what she was.

"See you two there," she concluded, choosing to ignore the comment about her looks. Getting use to the dramatic change of her appearance was harder than she thought it would be. She needed more time to herself. When the two left a slow hiss escaped her lips and her shoulders relaxed. Relaxing into her bed she closed her eyes for a second. Being dead, she didn't need sleep or air, but the pretending of doing so made her feel normal.

Her mind wandered, loosing itself in the depths of her memories. She was at peace until one moment she was remembering being bit and the look of evil in the vampires eyes as he drank her blood. An involuntary shriek bubbled in her throat causing her to sit up, shaking her head. "Pathetic." She muttered.

Deeming it was time to get going, she stood up, fixing her hair and make up once more. Waking through the crowded hall as every merged out of the dorms made her feel uncomfortable. The red lace sleeves of her dress we stretched as she pulled at them lost in thought. 

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While unpacking, Damien talked Drake's ear off, which he didn't mind. He was friendly and enjoyed when someone filled the silence. Glancing towards the window he realized that the sky was deeming, meaning the celebration was starting. "Wanna head out mate?" He asked, interrupting the ghost. 

Damien cocked an eyebrow, "You want me to come along?" He asked uncertainly. 

"Why wouldn't I?" The Dragon human asked, before he laughed. "Come on I have friends you'd find interesting." 

The two ventured out of their room, upholding the conversation. Now Drake could tell Damien was ghost, where he was lively and had color, in bright lighting he seems almost transparent. When the two reached the commons, Drake's attention was caught by Beau and Alex.

He knew they were dying to discuss the bet, one he wasn't really in for. But he'd humor them. It wasn't like Flame would bother with anyone but her Seer friend. 

"Boys, meet my roommate, Damien, the friendly ghost." Drake cracked with a smile, waving towards the ghost.

Damien chuckled, rolling his eyes. "Like I haven't heard that one." 

Drake shrugged before turning towards the mass of people. "So, where is Beau's poor target?" He asked teasingly.