Descendants of Gibbous
Chapter 66: Reunion

Chapter 66: Reunion

"You join the fight too," Rohan growled at the boy.

Damien felt a cold chill run down his spine. Sure he’d wished he had Alicia’s guts not too long ago, but he couldn’t fight a whole adult vampire just yet. He couldn’t retract his fangs yet for goodness’ sake. He had so much to learn before he could start accepting challenges from other Gibbits—especially Gibforge staff.

Footsteps echoed from one of the corridors along with a loud exhausted sigh before Alicia gently placed her hand on Damien’s free shoulder and yanked Rohan’s hand from the other.

"Are you insulting my skills, old man?" She asked, the deadly look back in her eyes as she glared at Rohan.

Without saying a word, the caretaker backed away from Damien, but something in his eyes as he watched Damien get dragged away by Alicia told the boy he wouldn’t let go of their conversation just yet.

Soon they arrived in their dorm—a large room about two or three living rooms in size with two staircases on each side of it that led in opposite directions towards the rooms facing each other. It had couches, desks, and chairs, a large oblong television set, a red carpet—basically anything one would expect in a normal living room, even heaters.

"Ugh, I’m high on lack of sleep," Alicia groaned, walking towards the large tables placed next to yet another large door facing the entrance.

The girl lazily slapped her hand on the countertop, sliding her hand on it until she reached a paper and grabbed it before dragging it to her face as if it were heavy. Squinting her eyes at the small letter written on it, Alicia mumbled something inaudible all whilst the four new students in her care stood rooted by the door waiting for her to finish whatever she was doing.

"Ah! Thank goodness they share the same rooms. Donald, you lead the boys to their room and I lead the girls," she commanded, yawning for the tenth time now as she told the girls to follow her to one end of the room before passing Donald the note in her hands.

Yong’s guide immediately ditched the boy and followed after the others.

"Roger that," Donald pushed his glasses up and turned to the boys after scanning the paper and returning it to one of the large tables. "Let’s go guys," he notified Damien and Yong as they followed after him toward the other staircase opposite the girls.

"Always remember, boys’ rooms are on the right side. However, just in case we have perverts who’ll say they forgot what I told them, if you look at the stairs closely, you’ll see that they’re written "boys" on them. The same applies to the girls ’ stairs too. No one is to visit the girls’ rooms unless you want to be expelled after we report you."

Damien thought he heard Yong click his tongue but it was too low of a click for him to judge the boy accordingly.

"Also, we share rooms in fours, so you guys are bound to have roommates soon. Your room number was 12, meaning it’s on the second floor right next to mine," Donald added as they made their way to the second floor.

"There it is. Now, here’s how you unlock it," the senior said, heading over to his room’s door and placing his thumb right by the door lock before—

CLICK!

The door unlocked.

’A fingerprint-based lock,’ Damien noted, turning his attention to their room’s door, but Yong was already placing his thumb there and the next moment, he unlocked their door.

"Ha! This is so fucking cool!" He yelled at the top of his voice just when Eden’s echo from their end:

"I know right?"

Yong blinked, snapped his head at Damien, and suddenly waltzed toward the guy like a fly. "That was Eden, right? Right?"

"Hmm," Damien replied, already dreading being Yong’s roommate before they’d even stepped inside.

"I almost asked you to slap me for a moment there. Thought I was dreaming."

’Tsk. You should’ve just asked me that in the first place. My hands are itching for action.’

"Okay, come on guys, let me show you where your luggage is," Donald entered their room.

The moment he did, lanterns washed the room with their yellow glimmering light.

’Auto lights too? What does this world have that the humans don’t?’ Damien wondered, scanning the room.

It was a large white typical dorm room with two sets of black bunk beds on each end of the room facing each other. On one end was a door Donald told them was their en-suite restroom and bathroom. Then came the fitted wardrobe. Four in total with Damien’s and his roommates’ names written on each door.

The young vampire was amused when—after opening his wardrobe—he found his clothes neatly folded and placed in the drawers. So were his uniforms and gym gear that had been placed on the hangers in a color-coded manner.

"This will be the last time this year you get special treatment from the fairies like this, well, all of us in fact. From tomorrow onwards we’ll have to do everything else by ourselves, the cooking, cleaning, and stuff."

"Wait, you guys have a kitchen?" Yong’s eyes widened.

"Hmm, it’s the one by the large door with dinner tables surrounding it. We take turns cooking using a timetable, but breakfast and lunch—thankfully—are prepared for us by the fairies. We prepare dinner, always."

"Cool!" Yong muttered, looking around the room.

All Damien needed was one look at him to know the boy had never touched a pot, better yet any cleaning equipment in his life. Besides, he was a prince. He probably had servants waiting around him to be given orders 24/7. Unfortunately for him, Gibforge was nothing like home; old man Twiller had said so himself—in this academy, everyone was equal.

"Well, now that you guys pretty much know your room, I’ll leave you to get comfortable with your surroundings. Goodnight," Donald said opening the door to leave before bumping into yet another group of students about to enter the room.

Damien immediately recognized the first-year students in the group. It was none other than Troy Lumberjack and his grumpy teammate from the game of tag Damien fought with—Craig Ashbone. The moment the guy’s silvery eyes landed on Damien, he let out a disapproving chuckle.

"We meet again you unranked piece of shit."

Damien nodded his head at the beefy guy, his gaze on him unwavering. "Maybe it’s fate reuniting us again, meathead."