Author's Note:I don't own anything you recognize, except for my stuff from the first Varcolac, otherwise it's just these versions of the characters. Please enjoy. This fic helpfully inspired by : Chiara Polairix Edelstein.

Story glossary - 'First person thoughts.'

"Talking"

"Mental talking/ Voice memories."

Emphasize

'Company name.'

Chap. Title/ Flashback/Dream

Reincarnation ?

Neo ran a pale hand through his short black-hair as he looked at the dark-green walled reception area. Over behind the desk was his old friend Jonathan Harker, despite the fact they weren't related at all they looked like twins, right down to the dark-brown eyes.

'It's crazy because Jonathan said he never had a brother in his past life. At least, he dealt with it easily when he found Dracula for the second time. If it wasn't for Morpheus I wouldn't even be here, I don't want to be here.' Jonathan waved him over, he got up from the black leather chair and walked to the black-marble desk. Behind the desk was the company sign 'Coded Reincarnations Inc.' He shook his head, he couldn't believe the A.I.'s were making money off this, even if it wasn't from his personal misery.

'Most of the ones I've known who actually have been reincarnated are Rebels or A.I.'s. Yet, they drag the un-reincarnated blue-pills in and Dracula set's them up with other blue-pill strangers. Am I really going to allow a freaking vampire/Blood-drinker/whatever their calling themselves inside my head ? Yeesh, these freaking memories and voices won't leave me alone. Reincarnate's, never thought I'd be one of them.'

Jonathan smiled, "Never thought I'd see you here for an actual appointment, Neo. Anyway, I just wanted to warn you about something."

"If you're warning me why're you so cheerful about it ?"

'Still can't believe he really wanted to be Dracula's secretary. Sure, the whole reincarnation supposedly wanting to be with them thing but, really, a secretary ? Well, it's better than that old guy who's a janitor.'

"Vlad's appointments are running a few minutes behind."

"So, I've got plenty of time to waste." 'Since Morpheus won't let me leave until I do however many sessions the damn vampire thinks I need.'

His friend waved his words off and Jonathan's face went serious, "I wasn't quite finished yet. Smith's in there right now."

His gaze drifted past down the short hallway, to the sign on the dark-mahogany door that hid Vladimir Dracula's office. He didn't want to use code vision, in case Smith felt it somehow. Admittedly, he freaked out at those words, "Smith ? Freaking exiled-Agent Smith is talking to Dracula and the Matrix isn't crashing. Jonathan, what do I do ? What do I do ?"

'Oh God, what if he comes out ? Hah, 'comes out' that'd help me a lot. Damn it, this crush doesn't make any sense - I liked him before I found out he was an Agent, then he killed me and I've still got a crush on him. Now I've gotta deal with this reincarnation crap. I never would've thought he'd be a reincarnation that was even more unlikely than me. What if he tries to kill me in front of Jonathan ? I don't want Jonathan getting hurt, plus dearest Dracula would kill me if he did.'

Jonathan's smile turned mischievous, "You could hide in the closet."

Glared briefly and then started toward the slate-gray door all the while he grumbled,"Closet ? Freaking closet." Opened the door, walked in and closed it behind him. Really, it was more of a supply room than a closet. Just to make sure that Smith's code vision would have a hard time finding him, he went to the back and hid behind some shelves.

'Okay, a few layers of code between us and I should be fine.' Just to be sure, he used his own code vision to check. He blinked and the shining green on black 'rain' of the Matrix's code flowed over everything, was everything. There were so many 'layers' of code that he couldn't even see Jonathan at the desk.

Still, his heartbeat sped up as the two familiar but muffled voices drifted through the door. Didn't need to hear the words to identify Smith's dark drawl. The ex-Agent had been programmed with a rather particular way of speaking - Smith rarely shortened words and he liked to drag out his S's like he was part snake. It was followed by Jonathan's lighter voice.

That caused a snippet of voices to flash through his mind. Again, he couldn't remember if he was the first or second voice. "Who on the Lord's good earth are you, stranger ?"

"Arthur, Arthur Holmwood, and you are ?"

"Huh, you sound like one of those high-flutin British fellas. My name's Quincey, Quincey P. Morris."

"Where exactly are you from Mr. Morris ? I admit I have never heard an accent like that for long in England."

"I'm from Texas."

Shook the strange voices away as Jonathan's voice called teasingly, "You can come out…again. Dracula will see you now."

Growled as he made his way out, "I should punch you for that, but I won't because you're my friend."

'Damned reincarnation thing is taking over me. Now, I get to see the vampire. Oh joy.'