"You stabbed your own mother?" I breathe.

"I don't expect you to understand. It was a complicated situation." She mutters. 

I push a strand of hair behind my ear. "You're really mysterious. A lot doesn't add up about you."

"Well, I'm not exactly an open book." She shrugs and places a fresh stack of shirts into her dresser. "And I don't have much of a general trust of people either."

I take that as my cue to change the subject. "So, how long have you been with Deckland?"

"A few years at least." She says. Then, she murmurs something to herself but I can't make it out. 

"How did you meet him?" She turns and gives me an odd look. "You don't have to answer that. I'm just wondering."

"He saved my life." She says almost inaudibly. "It was a couple years back and someone attacked me in the streets. It took real courage for a man like that to step in and defend a complete stranger of a girl. I've loved him ever since. Almost like I'm indebted to him or something."

"That's sweet." I smile a little. 

My stomach growls and I sit up more. "I'm starving. You wanna get some dinner?" 

"I'm not hungry." She says almost too quickly. 

"Okay then." I take the brutal hint and grab my bag off the hook. 

"Take an umbrella." She calls. I look back to her in confusion. "It's raining."

"Thanks." I smile gratefully and walk out calmly.

By the time I get back, its dark out and I had to use the light on my phone to see where the key card slot was on the front entrance to the dorms. The only sounds in the entire hallway are the dull hums of radios and the light whispers of students up late working on papers.  The light fixtures on the wall have been dimmed to merely a light emanation and the floor boards creak beneath my feet. 

I go to knock on the door to our room but I pause when hear a voice. Three voices. I know that one is Valentina, but the other two sound like men. Maybe Deckland and another friend. 

"Are you going to tell her?" The mystery voice says. 

"What? Tell her that I actually met Deck nearly two hundred years ago?" 

"Or you could start with just telling her what you are." The voice I recognize as Deckland's say.

"No. She wouldn't get it. But she keeps asking about why I killed mom."

"Mom deserved it." Voice number three says. 

Is he related to her? Maybe he's a brother or something. Val never said anything about any siblings. 

"Shutup, Deo." Val hisses. "Deck, pass me a bag from under the bed. Madison will be back soon and I've been starving all day." 

What? She told me she wasn't hungry. Was she just avoiding me? Was her roommate bonding attempt all just an act? You know, if she really didn't want to go with me, she could have just said so. I can take it. This isn't an ordinary high school, I think I can survive not making a friend. 

"Here." I can hear the sloshing of liquid or something and then Val groans. 

"It tastes so fresh." she laughs wildly. "Here, take a shot Deo." Soon they're all laughing and after a minute I hear glass shatter. 

"Shit!" Deckland shouts. "Its broken!"

"Deck, that thing costs our mother almost a million dollars!" The mystery voice shreiks.

They must be talking about the expensive vase on Val's vanity table. 

"Where'd she get it from?" Deckland asks.

"She bought it at an auction in 1823. She was down in Mexico when me and Deo were first in France." Val sounds really upset. "If she was still alive she would hunt me down and scrape my eyes out for that."

1823? Mexico, France? What the hell are they talking about. They all must be pretty drunk. 

"Wait!" Deo says, "You got some of it on the bedspread!" Got what on the bedspread? And which one? Mine or hers?

"When she sees it she'll freak! What if she gets suspicious! She'll know about what I did and what we are!"

"Lets hope she doesn't." Deck says. "And if it comes down to it, we'll do what we have to..."