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Van hit the floor hard sitting up and grabbing his head. "Man that was a bit rough, ba..." Ciara wasn't there and Van was in his dorm. "The hell." He stood up and looked around the room. Every thing was as it should have been, his fender had even been brought back here and hung on the right mount. It was kinda odd now, the silence seemed deafening. Ciara or him had always had something to say.

Van went into the bathroom to wash his face a bit. He looked in the mirror and saw that He was back in the clothes that he had been in before he went into the mirror world, even his daggers were back in place. Van took off his jacket and threw it onto the couch. the daggers clanked together as it hit the couch. Van took off the boots and removed the daggers from them and placed them on the work table. Van took the two from his hair and placed them on his night stand. He finally reached into his pocket and found the old picture of him and his pals and placed it on the nightstand smiling. Van plugged his Gibson Les Paul into his system and started to play a bit to try and drown out the silence afraid that hi thoughts would come rushing in. The room shook with the sound as Van played what ever he could think of at the time.

It felt good to hold the old black Les Paul that was adorned with skulls here and there but not so much that it confused the eye. Yet as much as Van tried he couldn't get his mind off of Ciara. Was she ok? Where was she? Questions ran through van's mind like crazy as he tried to drown them out with the sound.

Van stopped playing after he heard the chilling sounds of the too familiar voice behind him. The soft hum of the speakers floated through the silence, "What did you do to her?" Van was screwed if she attacked, all he had was his chain around his waist and that could only do so much before it failed him. She stood between him and his daggers, if he needed to though he could try to improvise with his surroundings. The work bench was close enough that he could reach it without a problem. Van didn't care how he did it he just knew that he had to find a way to help Ciara.

"You b***h, I'm gonna rip you limb from limb." Van threw on his jacket and put the daggers into his hair. He grabbed his Les Paul and amp running out the door while strapping it to his back. He had to find Ciara, if he was with her then maybe he could keep her safe for a while longer than he had left. As he walked out he threw a wrench into the bathroom shattering the mirror. Van took off as fast as he could toward the lake.

"It better not." Ciara pointed out after hearing what he said. Time couldn't be wasted. Answers then time. Their priorities had to be right or else things would turn out horribly.

"Tell me if you need any help." Ciara added, sitting on the edge of the bed in the dorm room.

Ciara grabbed the necklace that had been thrown at her and simply looked down at it blinking. She had heard of such things before but she had never had the need to use one. She always worked alone so having to find people was never a problem for her. "Um.. how?" She asked him, feeling a bit stupid for having to do so.

Ciara smiled, looking up towards him. "A bit cliche, don't cha think?" She asked him. In fact their whole relationship was cliche. Two people that were meant to hate together ending up falling and love was not something that people would think happened usually. However, it was a magic school. Anything could happen. Of course the things happening to them constantly seemed to involve separation, magic, and death.

"I don't even know what they're going to do to me..." Ciara said with a sigh, sitting there and fiddling with the necklace around her neck. "If that witch is in charge it can't be something plesant... and I can feel pain now..." Sadness and fear was finally beginning to overcome Ciara. What was she going to do by herself? Sure, Kyoko most likely wouldn't kill her but she would definately torture her.