Late update is almost three months late, but this writer was struggling with the workload that comes with second year uni. Man, I wish I was a first year again. But anyway, here's your update.

A worried looking Gilbert adjusts his chair into the direct view of his webcam, before taking a few moments to begin speaking. "To everyone who's watching this – good evening. Erzsébet just left my room a few minutes ago – and no, she wasn't confronting me about anything this time," Gilbert tries to smile at his own joke, but his expression turns serious again seconds later. "She did give me even more information to have to process though, and I figured the best way for me to understand all of it would be to explain everything I learnt in the past day to all of you." He explains everything that he'd found out since he'd posted the previous video; from the previously pristine scholastic track records of Mattie, Kiku and Lili, to the visit from the Dean and the confrontation he'd had with Arthur. "Of course Arthur left as soon as Erzsébet barged in, so we're probably back to being antagonistic. Or rather, that was just what I thought before Erzsébet showed me exactly what was on the flash drive she confiscated from the Alchemy Club. I'll see if I can show you too… Hang on…" Gilbert leans forwards towards the camera, his downwards look of concentration and the clacking of the keyboard the only things to be seen or heard for the better half of a minute. "Got it!" Gilbert cries triumphantly as he disappears from the screen, being replaced by a photo taken at the Athletic Team's party. "Here's Lili talking to a guy two and a half times her height at the Athletics icebreaker," a circle appears around the two people in question "But it's not that athlete with the spiky hair and goofy smile we're worried about." A second circle appears further behind them as Gilbert continues. "Right here, staring at the two of them, is my muesli-bar-stealing, sleeps-to-ungodly-hours, last person you'd expect at an athletics party roommate, Arthur." A second photo of people sitting around a table replaces the first on the screen. "If you thought that was just coincidence – so did I – until Erzsébet pulled up another two. This is the informal dinner Kiku was at, and two seats away from him, watching him intently, is again – Arthur." A third photo taken at a forest clearing bedecked in fairy lights and flaming torches fills the screen. "So maybe a third year literature major being at a Chess Club function isn't too much of a stretch," Gilbert acknowledges. "But check this out – the Festival of Diana, an all girls party, hosted by an all girls society… Nice tunics and weapons they have there I guess… In clear shot at the centre is Natalya; the missing Summer Sister. And right there behind that tree…" A circle appears, drawing the eye to a previously hard to spot figure. "Is – you guessed it – Arthur." The photo zooms into the circle, confirming the identity of the figure. "So at best, he's just a creeper. At worst, we're looking at him being a kidnapper." The photo vanishes and Gilbert returns to the screen. "Erzsébet wanted to get her hands on him – find out what he knew about Natalya – but I convinced her it'd be a better idea to put him under surveillance, it wasn't like she'd easily be able to find him after he'd stormed out anyway." Gilbert smiled wryly at having had to defend Arthur from Erzsébet. "She told me I should watch my back after she agreed. And I'm still not sure if she meant I should be wary of Arthur or herself. Either way, I'll be starting the surveillance as soon as post this video, using the only camera I have; my trusty webcam." Gilbert's arm reaches towards the camera and it becomes obvious in a moment that he was patting the top of his laptop screen. "Let's hope I don't accidently unplug my laptop, and I'll update as soon as the surveillance comes up with something interesting." The screen fades to black.

Having uploaded the video, and turned the webcam back on, Gilbert learnt from his previous mistake and left a half finished assignment on his laptop screen after he hit the button to record, closing the "video uploaded" tab. Although it was only barely past seven, he felt dead tired – a result of both the consecutive nights with little sleep and the amount of information his brain had tried to process. His mind idled back to the confrontation he'd had with Arthur, and the almost-truce that followed. Gilbert supposed that didn't matter anymore, now that there was incriminating evidence that he was on the scene of at least three disappearances. Figuring there was nothing left to do until the surveillance turned up with something, Gilbert changed into pyjamas and watched bird videos on his phone until he fell asleep.

Arthur was sitting cross legged on the bed across from him – reading a book despite the dim level of light in the room – when Gilbert awoke.

'What time is it?' Gilbert asked, propping himself up and trying to act as if he'd never seen the Alchemy Club's photos.

'Just past six thirty,' Arthur replied without looking up from his page. 'I didn't realise you could get up this early.' The remark was less scathing than usual and Gilbert hoped that he didn't suspect he was under surveillance.

'Says you,' Gilbert retorted, attempting to keep a nervous edge from entering his voice. 'You were asleep at five in the afternoon yesterday.'

Arthur glanced up from his book, sighed, and slid a bookmark between the pages.

'I was taking a nap,' he explained.

'Oh, of course,' Gilbert wasn't sure he sounded convinced and quickly changed the subject. 'So where did you disappear off to last night?'

'Why do you think that's any of your business?' Arthur's tone made it clear he was not interested in an answer.

Gilbert shrugged, muttered "fair enough", and kicked the covers off of himself before getting out of bed. He was fairly certain by this point that Arthur had no clue he was being watched, and he intended to keep it that way. Now if only he would leave the room sometime soon, so that the previous night's footage could be examined.

'You know, you left your laptop on all night…'

Gilbert froze on his way to the bathroom.

'So?' he forced himself to ask.

If Arthur noticed how oddly tense he was, he made no comment, merely flashing a smile that hinted at mockery.

'Aren't you worried about the damage to the environment? Mister "Shouldn't the university pay more attention to what happens to probably drunk students?".'

His grins widened as he imitated Gilbert's voice, and Gilbert felt his fear melt into annoyance.

'I do not sound like that,' he muttered as he continued into the bathroom. 'I do care about the environment, but hey, I leave my laptop on power saving mode just in case I happen to fall asleep while procrastinating an assignment.' He called out as he closed the door, mentally congratulating himself on the quick excuse he'd come up with. As he began to brush his teeth, he thought he heard a laugh from outside the door.

When Gilbert returned from his classes, the room was empty. Just to be sure that his potentially-a-kidnapper roommate wasn't around, Gilbert peered through behind the slightly ajar bathroom door, then doubled back to shut the door of the dorm room. Only then did he pause the webcam footage and begin to trawl through it at 4x speed. He wasn't alone for long. The door creaked open and Gilbert slammed down the screen of his laptop before realising how suspicious that looked. Trying to thinking of an excuse, he turned around to see Erzsébet wearing the slightly impatient expression she seemed to have reversed just for him. Gilbert swivelled back around in his chair.

'If you're going to if I found anything with the surveillance,' he began as he logged back into his laptop. 'The answer is "not yet".'

'Then why shouldn't I just go and shake some answers out of that roommate of yours?' Erzsébet growled with frustration.

'Because then he'd know we were onto something, and then we wouldn't get any further evidence or answers!'

Erzsébet was silent for half a minute.

'You said this would get answers,' she accused.

'Hey! It takes time to get through half a day of footage, even if I skip past the times when he's not on camera.' Gilbert resisted the urge to roll his eyes, though he was fairly certain Erzsébet couldn't see his expression, he was likely to receive a violent reaction on the off chance she did. 'Besides, it's been less than twenty four hours since we set the surveillance up, so maybe just chill a little.'

'I can't "chill" when there's a missing Sister,' she began stridently, lowering her tone as Gilbert opened his mouth with a retort. 'I know, I know – you're trying your best. But I just feel like we're not doing enough, that's all.'

Erzsébet eyed the two beds in the room and slumped down onto the neatest – which just so happened to be Gilbert's. Figuring that was as much of an apology as he was ever going to get from her, Gilbert continued watching the footage, hearing Erzsébet sit up to look at it over his shoulder.

'So far, this is only confirming what we already know.' Gilbert said whilst turning around, deciding to keep Erzsébet in the loop, even if nothing of important had yet been discovered. 'Arthur's a terrible roommate who keeps eating my muesli bars.'

Erzsébet muttered something that sounded like priorities under her breath, but her eyes didn't falter from the screen. Gilbert shrugged and turned back around.

'Just saying,' he commented. 'And apart from that, he doesn't seem to eat anything else apart from that "protein slurry" – or whatever Roderich claims it is – he keeps in the soy milk container. Seriously, I don't know how he's even alive on that diet.'

'Don't you live on the exact same thing?' Erzsébet asked with some amusement. 'Just substituting the protein slurry for those soft drinks you keep in the fridge.'

'Oh, so you do notice other things aside from the latest thing I've done wrong by your books,' Gilbert couldn't help quipping. 'Can I offer you a ginger beer?'

'No thank you,' Erzsébet replied in a prickly tone. 'How about we concentrate on the issues at hand? Surely, there's something else your camera has picked up.'

'Apart from the fact Arthur got back here just before daybreak then slept till the early afternoon? Nope. But again, this is only the first day of surveillance. If you're so desperate to find out more, why don't you go follow him or something?'

'You know what?' Erzsébet sounded like she'd just reached a revelation. 'That's exactly what I'll do.'

'I was being sarcastic…' Gilbert said slowly.

'And I'm still going to do it,' Erzsébet responded bullishly. 'I don't want to waste anymore of my time. Contact me the next time Arthur leaves this room.'

'Oh and how am I going to do that? It's not like I have your number or anything.'

'Message the Summer Society page or go through Roderich. Or better yet, do both.' With that she stood and strode purposefully out of the room.

For the next few days Gilbert did just that, with Roderich looking more and more disapproving each time he did. One time he even made a speech about the moral issues of stalking, and from then on Gilbert just stuck with messaging the Summer Society page. To her increasing frustration, Erzsébet never found out where Arthur went. She'd tail him across campus and then into any building, and from there, he'd vanish, his trail going cold, leaving Erzsébet to storm back into Gilbert's dorm in a temper, demanding to know if he'd found anything in the surveillance footage. That he had – apart from being apparently nocturnal, Arthur had been caught on film doing no small number of odd things; such as glaring at a pile of papers until they spontaneously combusted. Besides Gilbert had video footage of Arthur hefting a large duffel bag like a sack of feathers, a bag that Gilbert later could not budge at all, even with all of his bodyweight. If these new revelations about his roommate weren't troubling enough, Gilbert had begun to have nightmares, something that he put down on all the soft drinks he'd been consuming lately. Even then the nightmares were disturbing – a dark faceless mass under his bed, the sound of a girl crying, the sheets seeping blood until he drowned in them and finally woke up. After half-heartedly working on some homework, and trawling through another four hours of footage, Gilbert decided to finally go read the comments on the latest few of his video updates. The majority of the comments mentioned the same thing, that his nightmares sounded the ones Lili had had leading up to her disappearance and mind alteration, and with a lurch of his stomach, Gilbert realised that they were right. He nearly jumped out of his seat when the door opened as he was reading a theory one of his viewers had had.

'What's with the jumpiness?' Arthur asked dispassionately as he entered. 'You look like you haven't left this room all day. What's the matter, you failing a class?'

'My grades are fine!' Gilbert retorted, minimising the window he'd been looking at. 'I've just been having some weird dreams.'

He immediately debated whether he should have said that, then decided there was no point hiding it – if Arthur was the one behind the kidnappings, then this might even get him some answers.

Arthur dumped his bag onto his bed then yawned, moving to sit diagonally from Gilbert, one knee propped up and his elbow draped over it, hand tilted under his chin.

'Dreams are supposed to be strange,' he said languidly. 'Last night I had a dream I was trapped under a bed. Above me a woman in a white nightgown was crying. Her tears were blood and they rain down under the edges until I drowned.' He shrugged, and Gilbert would have believed he'd had an oddly similar dream to his if he didn't have footage proving Arthur had not been in the room at all the previous night.

'That is weird,' he ended up agreeing. 'But you don't seem to have lost any sleep over it.' He hoped the accusation in his voice wasn't too obvious.

Arthur sighed with mild annoyance, dropping his leg over the edge of his bed and reaching over to rummage through his bag.

'Look, if it's really bothering you that much,' he began. 'I can give you something for it.' He didn't wait for Gilbert to reply, pulling something out of his bag and pressing the small, furry object into Gilbert's palm.

'This isn't a rabbit's foot, is it?' Gilbert pulled a face as he looked down at what was most definitely a rabbit's foot.

'It is,' Arthur confirmed with an amused smile. 'Surely you know it's a powerful good luck charm – wards off bad omens.'

'Thank you?' Gilbert couldn't keep the suspicious questioning tone from his voice. 'This is uncharacteristically nice of you.'

'Well, I can't have you losing the plot and burning the place down.' Arthur responded flippantly, smirking as Gilbert made to complain. 'In all seriousness though, you're pretty decent as roommates go, and I wouldn't want you to burn out and get replaced by someone more annoying.'

Gilbert blinked; again, there was that uncharacteristic niceness.

'Seeing that you're being so friendly now,' he began cautiously. 'You wouldn't happen to tell me where you go when you disappear at night, would you?'

'You're pushing at your luck,' Arthur laughed, before trailing off to a whispered. 'But maybe one day I'll let you find out.' He leaned over to tap Gilbert's nose playfully and then stood up.

Still clutching the rabbit's foot, and feeling slightly dazed, Gilbert almost forgot to message Erzsébet as Arthur left the room.

'That was weird,' he said to himself after informing Erzsébet that Arthur was leaving the dorms. 'My arsehole roommate is suddenly being nice to me and giving me kind of weird presents.'

And what could that last thing he'd said and the nose tap possibly have meant? Gilbert suddenly came to a conclusion and felt a shiver down his spine.

'My arsehole, probably a kidnapper roommate is suddenly being nice to me and giving me weird gifts because I'm next.'

The certainty that he was going to be the next to be abducted didn't help with Gilbert's patience when Erzsébet showed up to inform him that she'd lost Arthur once again.

'What is up with you?' Erzsébet demanded after Gilbert told her he was busy and glanced nervously at the corner where he'd stashed the rabbit foot charm.

'Oh nothing,' Gilbert could hear the tinge of hysteria in his own voice. 'Just that I'm probably my roommate's next victim and you're no help.'

'Back up there. What did you say?'

'If you're going to go off at me for saying that "you're no help". Save your breath, because it's true.'

'Not that part,' Erzsébet said brusquely. 'What do you mean you're the next victim?'

'Well Arthur's suddenly playing nice and giving me weird presents and hinting that I'll soon find out what he gets up to at night. So what else could that possibly mean?' Gilbert asked with no less hysteria than before.

Erzsébet snorted, looking amused, but offered no explanation when Gilbert looked at her questioningly.

'Okay, let's just say that you are the next in line to be kidnapped. What are you going to do?'

'I have no clue,' Gilbert confessed glumly. 'You know, I have confronted Roderich with all the weird in the surveillance footage, but he keeps trying to explain it with something normal.'

'Ah, that's Roderich for you,' Erzsébet murmured fondly, before snapping back into focus and glaring at Gilbert. 'He's doing his best.' She affirmed. 'Now what's your plan?'

'I already said I don't know,' Gilbert groaned, resigning to his fate before catching something in her tone and narrowing his eyes Erzsébet. 'What are you going at over there?'

Erzsébet smiled smugly.

'Unlike you, I actually know when things are happening around here, and I just so happen to know that there's a Faculty Club meeting happen at six o'clock tonight.' When Gilbert looked at her blankly in response, she huffed impatiently. 'Look, who else do we know who seems to have an interest in keeping Arthur in check?'

Gilbert did not like the direction this conversation was going.

'You don't mean…' he began hesitantly.

'Yes, the Dean,' Erzsébet finished with no less impatience that before. 'I'm going to crash that Faculty Club meeting and show the evidence directly to him. In fact, I had this planned even before you started freaking out.'

'Wait!' Gilbert exclaimed, chasing after Erzsébet as she left the room. 'This is insane! Aren't we supposed to avoid the Dean at all costs?'

'We have compelling evidence,' she replied without breaking pace. 'Don't even try to stop me – I have a Sister to find.'

They argued the entire way into the staff commons, which probably factored into them being bodily hauled from the meeting before Erzsébet even got close to the Dean.

'This is all you fault!' she fumed at Gilbert after they'd been deposited into the cool evening air.

'Hey, the second I stopped arguing with you, you started arguing with a clubs coordinator about funding!' Gilbert countered.

'I saw a chance to make a point and I used it! As leader of the Summer Society I should always act in its best interest!' Erzsébet faltered as she noticed the object in Gilbert's hands. 'What is that?'

'A photo I pulled off the wall while we were being dragged out,' he brandished the frame in from of Erzsébet's face. 'Take a look at this.'

'A photo from the Dean's special council meeting in 1954?' she asked dubiously reading the etching on it. 'What does that have to do with anything?'

'I know there's about seven people in this picture, but take a look at this one,'

'Oh,' Erzsébet said as her eyes fell upon the person Gilbert was pointing at – a person who bore an eerily strong resemblance to a certain replacement roommate.'

'I mean, we don't know if this is Arthur's grandfather or great uncle, there's no names on this anywhere,' Gilbert frowned as he peered at the photo again.

'The library,'

'Is it even open at this time? I mean, it's nearly seven.'

'The subbasements archives will have more photographs,' Erzsébet continued without answering Gilbert's question. 'Their records go right back to when this university was first established in the 17th century.'

The sky was mostly dark by the time they made it across the campus to the library. Undeterred by the streams of people leaving the building, Erzsébet elbowed her way through the crowd, followed closely by Gilbert.

'That's better,' she muttered as they made it into the empty building, neither of them paying heed to the faint rustling they heard.

Gilbert glanced around the library, for whatever reason there was something…off…about the way it looked. In the dying light, the library seemed somewhat different from how he remembered seeing it in daylight. Gilbert shuddered, deciding to believe that he was imagining things.

'Here's the stairs to the first subbasement,' Erzsébet's voice was hushed despite the fact there were no librarians to quiet them.

The rustling grew louder as they descended into the darkness, both Gilbert and Erzsébet switching on their phone torches in order to see.

'Do you hear that?' Gilbert hissed to Erzsébet.

'Someone probably left a fan on,' she replied irritably, voice just as low.

'Why are we talking so quietly then?'

'Because we're in a library. It's got something to do with psychology and I'm a Bio major, so don't ask me.'

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, Erzsébet felt along the wall until she found a switch. Light flooded into the subbasement, revealing that the ceiling was barely half a metre about their head.

'Luckily for us everything from the last century will be on this floor,' Erzsébet explained. 'The stuff from the fifties' is this way.'

'How do you know this place so well?' Gilbert asked absently, attention mostly focused on the rustling that sounded like it was growing louder.

'I needed to find the thesis of one of my professors to use as a reference for a paper I was writing.' Erzsébet shrugged. 'It was no big deal. Though I have never been down here after dark before.' She stopped walking suddenly and Gilbert wondered if it was because she thought the noises were getting nearer too, but she merely pulled the staff records of 1954 off the shelf with a small cry of victory and tossed them at Gilbert. 'You find out who the guy in the photos is, and I'll see if I can find anything else that's useful.'

Gilbert did as he was told, flipping through the aging documents and squinting at the tiny mug shots of the faculty of 1954. Some faces felt oddly familiar, but then again Gilbert might just have seen them in the portraits that hung in every building on the campus, besides there was only one face he was supposed to be interested in, even if the continuous disembodied skittering noises were effecting his concentration. Turning the page, he saw from the corner of his eye, Erzsébet shake her head as she pulled out what was apparently a misfiled folder, then freeze as she saw something drop out of it. Gilbert would have questioned her about it, if it weren't for something in his own folder. Arthur's arrogant face stared out at him from the top of the page he was on, eyes piercing even in a small black and white photograph. The information beside the photo read; Arthur Kirkland, special council member from 1950. Gilbert shivered, of course, this could always be a coincidence – after all, it wasn't unheard of for people to be named after their ancestors. Still, Gilbert figured he ought to show Erzsébet, they did have an agreement to share information, however trivial, even if Erzsébet tended to delay relaying information to him. He found her in the 1970s' aisle, rifling furiously through a stack of documents.

'Look at this,' Gilbert interrupted her search, pointing out the name and the photo.

Erzsébet nodded like she already knew.

'I found records of vanishing students in 1955,' she pointed to a file on the ground beside her. 'And a folder from 1975 filed in the wrong place, but look at what was in that folder.' She handed him a photo of a group of graduating students, but one face and name stood out from all the others – Arthur Kirkland. 'This folder I have here documents another case of missing students – in 1975.'

'1955, 1975,' Gilbert muttered, thinking frantically. 'They're twenty years apart, we should –,'

'Check out the records from 1995?' Erzsébet butted in. 'Yeah, that's what I was thinking.'

Gilbert opened his mouth to protest, then thought better of it. The pervasive sound that they'd heard since they entered the library was still continuing and it was really getting onto his nerves. He nodded and they made their way back toward the direction they'd first come in from.

The 1990s sections revealed more photos of Arthur, once again posing as a student, his name written all over the backs of the each of the garishly saturated colour photos. Apart from the slightly longer hair, he looked exactly the same, down to the choice of punk inspired all black clothing. A file on 1995 revealed that yet more students had disappeared that year, and at this point it was most definitely looking as though Arthur had everything to do with it. However, there were more pressing issues at hand, the rustling had suddenly spiked to a crescendo, filling the entire squat room they were in.

'Erzsébet!' Gilbert hissed, or was it a scream? With the noise in the room reaching near deafening levels, he couldn't really be certain. 'You can't pretend you don't hear it now!'

Erzsébet ignored him, looking instead at something about his head, her expression as close to fear as he'd ever seen it.

'Duck!' she yelled before Gilbert could ask her what she'd seen. Pulling him to the ground, Erzsébet grabbed a heavy tome donated by the alumni association from the shelf and held it above their heads as a shield as Gilbert saw what was heading towards them.

A vortex of papers was whirring through the subbasement. Books, files and the entire card catalogue system of the floor were skittering at them from far end of the room.

'What are you doing?' Gilbert asked as the first cards pelted into Erzsébet's makeshift shield. 'Let's run! There stairs are right there!'

Even as the last few words left his mouth, Gilbert saw with a sinking feeling that he was wrong. Next to the light switched, where the stairs had been only fifteen minutes ago, was a section of blank wall in the same dull gray as the rest of the room.

'Yeah, we've gonna have to find another way out of here,' Erzsébet spoke grimly, before throwing the book open as a second wave of papers hurtled towards them. She moved a second too late, as a long thin line of blood appeared down her left arm, left by a particularly vengeful file from the 1930s'. Gilbert looked around as Erzsébet hissed in pain beside him, noticing a detail that had eluded him previously.

'This floor isn't completely underground,' he said. 'You have to go up a flight of stairs to get to the ground floor.'

'Why is this relevant?' Erzsébet growled, fending off another wave of attack that was driving them backwards. 'We've already established that there are no stairs here.'

'I need you to throw that book you have at that window,' he pointed at a thin sliver of glass towards of the ceiling of the room, one that had a shelf located conveniently beside it. 'Then we're going to climb that shelf and end up on the grass outside the library… If we don't just die in the attempt.'

Erzsébet had looked at him dubiously, but less than half an hour later, they were sitting mostly unscathed saved for a few shallow cuts in Gilbert's dorm, being lectured furiously by Roderich.

'And then what did you do?' Roderich was still glaring at the two of them, pacing back and forth through the room. 'You broke a library window to escape death.'

'Yeah okay, we get the point,' Gilbert interrupted, finally having had enough. 'But the important thing here is; every two decades Arthur Kirkland reappears at Silas – it's like he hasn't figured out that nobody's going to believe that a family passed on the same name for four consecutive generations – and every time he does, students vanish without a trace, with no record of them ever appearing again.'

Roderich blinked owlishly at Gilbert's interruption, as unwilling to believe what they'd found as he had been when they'd first gotten back from the library.

'I know it doesn't make sense,' Gilbert pressed on, frustrated. 'None of this does. Not the super strength, the practically nocturnal sleep pattern, the spontaneous combustion, the fact that what we've found makes him at least eighty years old…'

'Of course it makes sense,' it was Erzsébet's turn to interrupt. 'We've all known since the incident with the blood in the soy milk carton that he's a vampire, right?'

I've learnt my lesson and won't be making any promises about update times.

Comment about what you think will happen and I'll probably tell you if you're on the right track