Dustin slept peacefully for the first time in a long time. He was sitting in the hallway outside of Hund's class. His blade at his side and easily accessible. He had heard horrible news that two vampires were discussing in the class he had been put in. He was quite depressed over it. Fingering his dagger lightly. He got up and left where it was because Hund wasn't coming out soon enough. He began walking around. Trying to remember how to get to the metal working class. Instead he got quite lost. He needed his bro-friend. He was feeling awful. Sick to his stomach even. He had killed someone. Sure it had been to protect his bro-friend but...he hated it. He hated that he had killed someone. Even if it was in self defense and protecting. Was he any better than the demon he killed? He was walking and not watching where he was going. When he had the feeling of trouble it was too late. He had a few guys in front of and behind him. His eyes wide as he frantically looked around for a means of escape. He backed up trying to think of how he could escape. What did these guys want?