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without a word.  I quickly made a bland excuse and followed her.  Finn looked uncomfortable to have us out of his sight, very sweet, unnecessary but sweet. Dean looked excited. I would have to ponder later.
    I followed the hazy image of Anita as she raced down the hallway. Even to my comparatively dull senses the coppery smell of blood hung heavy like drugstore perfume.  As we neared room 327 the stench was so strong it felt like a smack in the face. 
    “I’ll kick in the door,” Anita said.  “No.  We want to see what is in there without tampering with evidence.  I don’t want anyone to know we were even in there.  I’ll use my wand.”  I opened my hand and green mist began to swirl and solidify until I held my carved jade wand.
    I pointed the quartz end at the door and commanded it to open.  The swirling mist grasped the knob twisting until it opened.  “Let’s get this over with.”  The stench that was offensive in the hall was overwhelming in the room. I silently willed my wand to lighten the room.  The crystal glowed bright enough we could see around the room without turning on the lights. 
    “I smell blood,” Anita said soberly.  I turned my wand toward the window, and saw a bloody hand print on the glass, which was open.  I pointed at it, but Anita just shook her head.  “Not enough.  The smell is too strong.”
    I pointed the light toward the chair by the desk, congealed blood pooled on the floor, the chair, and the desk.  “Dear God, I had no idea there was so much blood in the human body.”  I swallowed hard to force the rising bile back down my throat. 
    Anita stood still as a statue, her eyes glowed like polished bronze, and her nostrils flared.  She pinched the bridge of her nose.  “Yeah several pints, and I’m afraid we are looking at most of it.  There is no way she could have survived this.  She’s been drained.  Shit.” 
    I carefully put my hand on her shoulder.  She was holding in her bloodlust by the thinnest thread.  “We will look for her.  Maybe she has been changed. Come on, we won’t give up, but we should get out of here before we get caught.  Grab my hand.”
    “Wait,” she said, and headed toward the windowsill.  There was a bloody shirt, neatly folded and placed on the radiator near the window. A feral hiss escaped her lips and she growled out one word, “Alexander.” “Let’s go,” she said, and grabbed the shirt.  I went over and grabbed her shoulders and teleported to our room.
    “Damn vampires!” I exclaimed and kicked my bed.  “Hey, what did I do?” asked Anita feigning hurt feelings.  “Present company excluded.”  “Does that include me,” asked a voice from the window.  I jumped, “Who is that?”   “Grey, I told you not to come here!” Anita snapped.  “That was before your neighbors started disappearing.  Now you may need my assistance,” said the melodious voice.  “May I come in?”
    “Anita, what do you think?”  “As much as I hate granting him an invitation, another vampire has already gained access to our dorm hall, so…what do we have to lose.  What the hell, come in Grey.”  Grey stepped over the windowsill from the thin ledge.  I let out a small gasp.  I’ve never been strongly drawn to a guy before I met Finn, and now looking at Grey, I can understand how women can feel torn between two men.  As if he read my mind, he looked at me and winked. 
    Anita snapped her fingers between us.  “Hello, missing student ,” she said emphatically.  “Do not be angry love,” Grey consoled and gently ran his hand through Anita’s lush chestnut locks.  She seemed mollified by his actions, at least for the moment.  “I thought there was at least a day or two before they made their move, I apologize, I miscalculated,” Grey stated and bowed his head toward both of us. 
    “It was not they , it was he.  Alexander did this.” Anita tossed her bloody shirt at Grey.  In one lighting fast