My name wasn't always Adam Jacobs. I used to have another name, another life. I remember parts, sometimes. Flashes. A family, a fantasy. And a best friend.
I don't remember his name, just like I don't remember my own. Some days, it feels like amnesia. Or déjà vu, that feeling of remembering that you've forgotten something. Other days, it feels like a dream. Like it never happened.
I hate those days.
But the one constant between all of these flashes is a single image; a huge, gothic castle, standing atop a hill. I could sketch you that castle, right down to the last crumbling gargoyle. I could draw you all of the rooms and secret passageways. The flickering candles, the ornate throne. The coffins in the dungeon.
The only part of my childhood that I know to be true is my obsession with vampires. Ironic, I suppose. They were a dream to me, once. Now they're a nightmare.
I distract myself from the memories, of course. I found myself new friends. The vampire, the werewolf and the ghost. It sounds like the beginning of a joke, doesn't it? And yet...
Christa, especially, triggers flashes. Her sarcasm and scathing wit remind me dimly of a girl I used to know. Used to like. There was a connection there...
And there it goes again. As soon as I get a good grasp on a memory, it fades out of existence. So far, that's my only proof that something is wrong.
Except...
I find things, sometimes. Scraps of paper, scribbles on the walls. Things I forgot I remembered.
"Vampires" is a common one. So is "Breather" and even "Slayer".
Then there are the less common ones. "Dracula", "Chloe" and "Van-Helsing".
"Brannagh". I always feel a twinge of recognition whenever I read that one.
And most recently?
"Stokely"
It's a small lead, but the only one I have.
So I decided to follow it.
*Yay! Welcome to 's first ever BcH/Young Dracula crossover! A tribute to two excellent shows which are hopefully coming back onto our screens very soon. Bit of a short first chapter, I promise they will get longer. Thanks for reading!*
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