Niran smoked with a slight smirk on his lips. As a vampire, he shouldn't breathe, but he figured that since he'd been given immortality, why not pick up a few bad habits. Drugs were completely taboo, and alcohol was something he rarely drank. He didn't like to lose control of his mind and body, preferring to stay sane at all times. Students took pictures of him and poked him with their fingers. He stood out a little too much in his clothes from them. Five minutes later, he saw a business class cab pulling up. He wasn't even going to deduct its cost from San, deciding to show mercy. Especially after Dao's words about respect. He rolled his eyes and stepped out from under the shade of the tree. The sisters were getting bags and bags out of the trunk. San was holding a wok. Big enough and odd enough to attract even more attention. He shook his head.

"The police would pick us up,” Niran stated the fact indifferently. "This time, I hope you didn't forget anything?"

" I checked all three times, P'Niran,” Naam nodded to him and looked at the departing driver. "Will there be any problems at the dorms?"

" No. I gave one hundred thousand baht to the dean and the administration for one night here without checking in,” Niran explained.

"And the hotel nearby costs two thousand baht...” Ji whispered.

" I'm not even going to ask why you need this pot and why you look like actors from a ghostbusting movie".

Everyone turned around at the voice. Dao was standing there. He didn't look like a beaten stray dog, but he'd gotten himself cleaned up in twenty minutes. He looked at Niran defiantly, but he'd run out of mockery for the day. The vampire shook his head and waved his hand, telling him to mind his own business.

"It's that guy, the Bamboo Stick,” San smiled, giving Dao a look. "Did you give him a ride in your car?"

"No,” Dao lied.

"Yes,” Ji dispelled his lie, and the vampire glared at her with red eyes.

"You don't always have to tell all your visions, Ji,” he growled at her.

"Yeah this isn't a vision either. You've been posted on the University's Awesome blog again,” she showed Niran a picture. " Right here, P'Niran, you're tucking in Dao's underwear. It's hard to hide the sun with your hand".

"But not in his pants! He's just sloppy and kind of rambling,” Niran hissed. "That's the angle they took the picture from. Shame on my kind. Kill them all and burn them".

"All right. Let's keep the jokes to ourselves,” Naam glanced at the vampire. "We'll need to get everything ready for the ritual. The ritual itself is not complicated in its principle, but the preparation will take several hours. So that we don't make any mistakes".

"Do your best this time, Charlie's Angels” he picked up their heavy pot and dragged it toward the university.

"Why does Pi'Niran keep calling us with some old-fashioned grandpa stuff? Can’t he come up with something more insulting and up-to-date?" San whispered to Naam, but the vampire turned to her.

" I swear, I’ll put this pot on your head if you don’t stop spreading your stupid waves all over Bangkok!" he growled." Move it if you want to live to at least thirty".

"Don’t forget, he’s over a thousand years old. Be grateful he’s not speaking in some unknown dialect or using monkey sign language" Ji added in a whisper.