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Ivan opened thedoor to the dorm and entered placing his one duffel bag, amp, mini amp, a box containing his pedals, tuner, and music, and his Les Paul on the ground by the door. He crossed over the room and started to right on the paper a description of the common room and his bed room, he would let his other room mates create their own room.

Purple walls with black carpet were the first thing to change. Next a black sofa and two large chairs with foot rest around a large T.V. with a surround sound system that doubled as a stereo with a ten disc changer.Next black curtains dropped over the windows in both the common and Van's room. In Van's room a bed appeared with a black comforter and dark purple sheets. A guitar rack came out of the wall in the shape of black hands that would grip the neck of the instrument. Here and there posters of bands such as Kittie, Die Mannequin, Metallica, along with images of Jimmy hendrix and Page, SRV, Slash, Clapton, Steve Vai, and of course a poster for Gibson appeared on the walls. A desk came up with a black computer and yet another stereo on the wall above it. Van smiled and started to move things into there place in his part of the room.

Van bursted into the room shutting the door behind him. He made it to his section of the room and threw his guitar on the bed before he collapsed against the wall. A few tears fell along his cheeks but he wiped them away. He didn't know if he was angry more or sad but this hadn't been what he had intended when he had goe to the library. Finally he stood up and kicked on his real amp and ran a cable to the les paul on his bed. He started to play out his anger. The sound was heavy and fast. Towards the middle he threw in a distortion and wah pedal. They only gave his feet something else to do. He was pissed and his music showed it in the raunchy sound and angry riffs he played.

Van stopped playing for an instant slightly out of breath at the sound of a couple of knocks at the door. Did he really want to answer it? Did he really want to deal with people at that moment? No but he might make things worse if he didn't. He threw the guitar onto the bed and listened to the buzz of the amp as he moved to the door. He opened it to see the new Ciara standing outside his door. He thought for a second about slamming the door and walking back to his guitar but he was sure that she was still stubborn enough to stay outside till he came out. "What?" He was angry now and it was apparent in his tone.

It was as if she was waving his failure in his face when Van saw that necklace. He reached out to grab the necklace, "Is that all?" He wanted this to be over. It was becoming more and more apparent that the only thing that would never hurt him or leave him was his music and at that instant all he wanted to do was to get back to the guitar on his bed. He didn't want to be around her right now. Van still cared for her but he wouldn't let that get to him. This wasn't the same girl he had met back at Koi not the same girl that he had fallen in love with. He had to believe that she wasn't, how else could he let go?

Van was a bit surprised by the question. He should have known that they never would have told her, "The b***h gave me three days to get to that place with two of her people and I brought along a friend that I thought would be able to protect me at least for the trip. Something went wrong because we didn't make it in the time frame and I was automatically alone at the school. I had no idea how to get there. I did as much research as I could find but everywhere I looked nothing had the answers I sought. I was transferred not to much longer." Manipulation was always a strong weapon and Ciara wouldn't know anything that they didn't tell her so it made sense that she didn't know.

That was the last thing Van needed to hear a scowl came across his face, "Listen babe, I can't convince you of anything. You're just gonna believe that nothing I did was good enough and that everything they did only made you better, so unless you perhaps have something else today that isn't defaming I have a guitar that is dying fr me to get back to her." He stayed and stared at her waiting to see if she had anything else to say. He was trying to give her a chance, something inside of him just wouldn't let him let go yet.

Van could see the humor in the situation but he saw something else in it, "Well judging from what you have told me, the choice has been made for you wether I like it or not." She was one of them now and he had to learn to live with that. She would probably never care for him the same way now and why should she. They were her family now. The only reason he had ever had for hating them was for taking her away an now they chose to dangle her in a new form. Was it a test for her or a reminder for him?