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Willa's stomach churned at the Were's grin. She couldn't stop staring at his teeth.

"Well…” He muttered, and stood up slowly and began walking over to another part of the room. “I was wondering something about you too, sweetheart…” He sighed, and scratched the back of his head. “Why are you so antsy around me? I don’t mean to pry, but I know we’ve all had our fair share of sad pasts…” the Were seemed to cringe, before continuing. “I mean… I’ve practically hated the entire Vampire species until, well today, to be honest…” He glanced over his shoulder, hands now burrowed into his pockets, and his eyes rested on Sam. They waited there just for moment, but at the perfect moment to see her eye lids fluttered open. “Ahh… speak o’ the devil…”

Before Willa had time to answer the Were, the Dhampire awoke. Willa felt her hand go to the knife concealed in her not-bloodied sleeve. She gripped it (but not so tightly as to make the same mistake), still concealing it in her sleeve warily. She didn't like that she couldn't hear the Dhampire's Song as well as she ought. She couldn't tell if the Dampire was hungry still...

Willa watched the Were examine the Dhampire who had called herself Sam, declaring the punch to the face hadn't done much damage before he wandered into another room--Were-tail wagging. Willa heard the sound of a fridge opening and assumed that must be the kitchen. But she had little energy to waste on the Were. If he hadn't killed her yet--he probably wouldn't. Why patch her up, just to kill her now? Instead, her eyes locked onto the Dhampire, and only left the girl when an apple appeared in her field of vision, presented by the Were. He mumbled something about milk and tap water that she didn't really listen to. But she gathered enough information from it, that she took the apple and took a large bite, with a curt nod of thanks toward the Were. Her stomach growled it's own word of thanks.

The Dhampire's posture straightened, and Willa stared harder, muscles tensing for a confrontation. Instead, the girl apologized,

"I'm....I'm really, really sorry. I wasn't myself a while ago, I never would have done that on purpose. Now that I saw what I did I really regret it. I know you're pissed off with me, but......I don't blame you. I'm even pissed off at myself, if I could take it back, I would in a heart beat.''

She then mumbled something about feeling sick. Didn't surprise Willa much. Dhampire's usually could exist on human food only. Blood--especially a Listener's blood--was a much heavier meal for her kind. But Willa felt no sympathy for the creature. Silently, Willa crunched on the apple, cleanly polishing it off down to the slimmest bit of core possible and politely stuffing it in her pocket.

Now the changeling spoke up,

"If yer finished mackin' on Orozco, Ah've got some questions. Fer one." He turns to Ms. Larson, ignoring her need to find the restroom. "What were you doin' with th' girl with a bleedin' neck. Both you and Orozco. Two. Th' Bloodless Murders, twelve dead in six months. Two of them my people. What do you know?" Nicholas pulls out a notepad to track notes. "You lie to me and Ah'll find out. And Ah'll find you," he says offhandedly. These were questions Willa would have liked the answer to as well. But she knew she probably knew more than these two. So softly, she cleared her throat.

"Debello." She murmured hoarsely. The name hung in the air like lead. "Do you know the name, Changeling?" Willa stared at the changeling hard. He seemed older. Maybe he knew about what happened those years before she had been born. Maybe he even knew Master Willow. She didn't wait for a response, but instead looked from Sam to the Were that the Changeling had called Orozco.

"My name is Willa Thorn...trained by the Master Listener Willow Kirol. And when I was small, she used to tell me a story. A story about a great evil that years before I was born took many lives in New York city. A wave of murders that only had one thing in common: the bodies were found completely drained of blood." Willa paused, taking a breath. She was unused to talking much, and she disliked it. But she was a patient story-teller--and this was one story that had to be told. "The police then were baffled. But my ancestors were not. So again--the Listeners are not baffled. The evil has returned. The vampire Debello." Willa looked hard at each face, impressing the importance of this through her expression. "If the stories are correct, and Debello has come back to raise an army against the Light Song creatures--against anyone that walks with them--there is only one solution." Willa paused, crinkling her brow. "And I do not like it." She looked to the Dhampire, who still seemed unwell. "The races have to unite against him once more." She paused, letting this information sink in to the creatures around her.