Don't own. Yawn.

So, I should be writing the start of Chosen Two Year Two but Adam's Story is my little love child to be honest, so this comes first!

If there's anything glaring you feel I didn't deal well enough with in the end of AS or the start of this, do feel free to let me know.

Otherwise, on we go!

-VAI-

Adam was still trying to process the sheer onslaught of emotional information he'd gotten tonight, taking a glass of something green that tasted fruity but slightly strange from Ingrid. "So... half vampire. Dracula. Chosen One. What the hell has my life just turned into? Sounds like a TV show!" Ingrid nodded, her own drink dark and red and Adam was prepared to bet anything was blood. It tugged at some deeply buried part of him, but tonight was strange enough without him deciding to find out how humans tasted on the inside. "My son, the Chosen One. Already he's a chip off the old fang!" Adam raised an eyebrow at the jubilant tone of his father, Count Dracula. "I have to ask something. Not that I'm wishing you didn't in spite of everything, but why in the name of all that's holy did you guys move to Stokely? It's hardly dark and creepy here."

Ingrid smirked over at her father, Adam's heart still skipping a little at the sight but he pushed that away. "Close encounter with an angry peasant mob, dad drained the village elders and it sort of... outed us. Took us about three weeks to get here, how long was Erin in school before you saw me in the park?" "About a month, they'd only just moved here themselves, she and Ryan started the new school year with us. Speaking of which, where are they?" Ingrid scowled but pointed at one of multiple doors off the cavernous 'throne room'. "In the crypt, Ryan's going to need rest for a few days as he changes. Why do you even care after what she did to you?" Adam shrugged, sipping at his strange green drink. "She could have been killed for what she did tonight, she put her life on the line to protect you for my sake. I'm not saying forgive and forget, but she deserves credit where it's due." "You must be half human, a full vampire would be down there now draining her dry." "Quite right Ingrid, are you sure he's my son?"

"Hello, I'm right here!" Adam scowled between them for a moment. "Wait, if thats the case why aren't you down there Ingrid? And no, that's not an invitation for you to go turn the Noble siblings into matching half fangs, stay there or I'll see if I can make fire at you again!" The Count stopped short, staring at Adam in sheer surprise. Turning back to Ingrid, Adam raised an inquisitive eyebrow. "Because it would hurt you. Even if you didn't know it, you had to be in love with her for her to not be put under the hypnosis." Adam picked up the strange crown that had literally turned his life upside down, rolling it between his hands. "Wait a moment, were you immune to the hypnosis too Ingrid?" "Yes. Before we discovered... mutual parenting we were... I wouldn't call it dating. I am fairly irresistable, it's hardly surprising he fell for me."

Tracing along the edges of the bones now, Adam chewed on his lip for a moment. "You knew. Before anything even really happened between us, you knew I had nightmares about vampires, about Count Dracula and you never said a word even though you had to know why." Ingrid sighed, not meeting his eyes for a moment. "It was all a little surprising, and we didn't really get into conversation for a while. By that point I didn't want to consider alternatives, not when I was falling for you... shut up dad!" The Count was making noises of displeasure at their conversation by now "but Valentines kind of pushed that all to the fore. I was going to tell you about your vampire half before you were sixteen, I swear."

Their father made an 'ahhh' noise of understanding then. "Yes yes, the Valentines disco, that was you in the hallway wasn't it? You looked like you'd been staked." "I was shocked! My mother gave me a drawing of my father months ago, to have the man himself looking identical only inches from my face right after... it was a lot to take in!" "After... oh. That is quite a surprise, even to a vampire of the world like myself." Standing up to pace around, buzzing with nervous energy, Adam was trying to think what to say next when a truly foul smell assaulted his senses. "What the blue blazes is that smell?" "Renfield." was echoed back at him from both Draculas without them even so much as looking up. He was about to ask what a Renfield was when a filthy, scruffy and boil covered man appeared, tattered clothing and greasy hair coming closer and Adam almost gagged at the smell.

"The slayer boy you bit is a slow one Master, and the slayer girl is asking to see the new Master." "Tell her to sit on a stake!" "Who's the new Master?" Ingrid was looking at the filthy creature in confusion. "Master Adam of course, he's one of you now isn't he?" Adam felt surprise light through him, but then realised what the man was saying. "Where is Erin? I want to see her." "Yes Master." Drawing a breath while the man moved away, Adam felt Ingrid catch up behind him as he followed 'Renfield'. "What is Renfield?" "Butler, slave, alchemist, disgusting. You name it." "Are vampire servants not allowed baths? Hellfire, he smells." "Wait til your vampire senses kick in." Adam grimaced at the thought of being able to smell the man even more, heading down a damp, mouldy stone stairwell to a room full of... coffins? Of course, vampires sleep in coffins. Naturally. Sighing to himself, Adam looked around the darkened room.

"I'm not a vampire yet, mind switching on the light?" Ingrid's fingers clicked behind him and the room was suddenly full of lit candles, Erin's blonde hair instantly obvious as she sat next to a coffin. Stepping closer, Adam could see Ryan lying prone in there. "Is he alright?" "He will be, just minus a pulse." Adam could feel Ingrid's scowl matching Erin's as the girls looked at each other. "He's only what, thirteen? Isn't he a little young to be turning into the undead?" Erin looked up at him then, guilt clear in her expression. "He's sixteen, so am I. We're non identical twins but he would never have spent every class with you without trying to stake you, and I was placed in whatever year group you were." Scrubbing a hand over his face, Adam sighed. "You aren't making this whole forgiveness thing easy. Anything else I should know? Get everything on the table."

Erin looked between Adam and Ingrid for a long moment, seemingly deciding whether or not to say whatever it was. Ingrid froze behind him before anything was actually said, and Adam was dreading whatever Erin was about to say. "I'm pregnant. And I'm not lying when I say it's only been you. In spite of Jonno Van Helsing trying it on alot." "Fuck." "I think that's what got us into this." A chuckle from Ingrid sounded behind him, and Adam cringed at the thought but asked anyway. "Well, given the slayers collection, it's fairly clear we were careful." "Not every time, especially not the last couple of months at school." That reminded Adam to turn around and look at Ingrid, given that he now realised they'd never even brought up condoms. She shook her head at his questioning eyes. "I couldn't get pregnant before sixteen. We mostly develop everything before that, as we age chronically slowly after sixteen but we aren't... matured until we transform." Adam nodded, feeling a measure of relief inside the horrifying realisation he was fathering a child before he himself was even sixteen.

"Damn, I'm basically one of those guys with no teeth and a cigarette doing DNA tests on a morning talkshow. Why can I go about making kids if you can't until sixteen?" "I'd imagine for the same reason you were able to get out of those fang cuffs, well done for hiding that by the way. Half human." Erin chipped in, and Adam nodded but continued feeling quite faint. "Half slayer, part human and part vampire. I think that kid might be even stranger than you." Shaking his head, Adam felt his knees shake as everything settled on his shoulders. "As much as I hate to say this, Erin feel free to take a coffin and get some sleep, I think Adam here is about to drop." Ingrid grabbed hold of Adam tightly and suddenly the world was blurring past him and they were back in the throne room. "What the hell was that?" "Speed travelling, or 'flitting'. Vampire thing, you'll get used to it." Adam nodded, feeling even dizzier now. "Why did I hear you telling the slayer girl to use one of my coffins Ingrid?" "Because she could have left with the others if you hadn't turned her brother you zombie brained dust pile." The Count growled low in his throat but didn't argue further.

"And no biting." Adam found the words fell from his mouth before he could stop them. "I am Count Dracula, the prince of darkness!" "And I'm the Chosen One, and from what I remember you've wanted a son and heir for some time. If you want me to stick around, you'll leave Erin alone. And Ingrid. They are important to me, so they are important to you if you want me compliant." Adam didn't feel half as impressive and intimidating as he sounded, but every scenario possible here had played out in his nightmares and the words came simply now they had a precedent. The Count made noises of displeasure but waved them off, and Ingrid led Adam to her bedroom and pushed him onto her bed. He gripped her arm before she could move away, pulling her with him. "Seriously?" "Not that, just want to feel you're safe." Ingrid sighed, pushing away from him again but Adam was gratified when she shrugged off her heavy leather clothing, replacing them with a black nightdress and letting Adam curl tightly round her to fall asleep almost instantly.

He slept fairly heavily, all things considered but too used to not sleeping well, it only lasted a few hours. He smiled gently when he saw Ingrid still asleep in his arms, wondering if the night before had been a really intense dream until he realised where he was. Looking at his watch, Adam realised it was only 6am and he was still in the t-shirt and shorts he'd gone to bed in. Unable to stop himself stretching, Adam hoped Ingrid wouldn't be angry with him for waking her as she stirred. She looked around in confusion, finding his anxious face and rubbing at her eyes. Adam would never ever be brave enough to mention just how... adorable Ingrid was in the short moments after waking, he valued his life more than that and Ingrid would probably actually kill him.

"What time is it?" "Just gone six in the morning." Ingrid nodded, her voice rough with sleep as she stretched herself. Looking around, Adam spied her bathroom door and wondered if his urgent bladder was worth letting go of her. Ingrid solved his dilemma for him by sitting up and leaning over to the side of her bed to reach for... a bottle of blood. That was going to take getting used to he thought. Standing up, Adam ambled over to the bathroom rubbing sleep out of his eyes, rinsing his mouth with toothpaste and mouthwash and relieving himself hurriedly so he could return to Ingrid. She looked hesitant when he curled back into the bed, complaining the castle was drafty and he was in shorts. "You hardly ever actually get cold though, so that was a terrible lie." "Worth a shot." Adam pulled Ingrid back against him, gratified when she didn't fight to get away, resting over his chest and letting him lace their free hands together.

"You're not making this sibling thing easy you know." Adam knew she was right, but couldn't resist winding her up a little as he stroked over her bare arm. "Like you said, you're pretty irresistable, how could I not fall for you?" Ingrid shivered in his arms, growling and moving to kiss him. "Damn you." Ingrid panted against his ear when they broke apart and Adam knew she could feel him hard against her. "I have an answer to your question by the way." Ingrid looked at him in confusion, wondering what on earth he was on about. "Erin did know she was sleeping with a boy who fucks his sister." Ingrid's eyes flashed red at him and it made Adam's heart race, and he could see her eyes widen as his pulse quickened. He was completely unprepared for Ingrid's... fangs, sharp and glowing in the dim candlelight of her 'crypt room' as she growled at him.

"You really think now is the best time to be bringing up your pregnant slayer girlfriend?" Ingrid pressed her hips harder into his, and Adam promptly shut up as she kissed him roughly, the points of her sharp canines against his tender lip a whole new kind of erotic. A minutes fumbling with his clothes and he was naked beneath her, whimpering as he pushed her nightdress up and feeling her sink down on him. It was frantic, Ingrid stronger and rougher now as her fangs pierced his shoulder, filling him with pain and pleasure and heat until he buckled beneath it all. Ingrid quaked against him then, clutching at his arms while he held her waist to steady her until she stilled, moving to kiss him softly and he could feel the tears on her face.

He wiped her cheeks with his thumbs gently as they seperated, ignoring the twinges of pain across his body where she'd mauled him in favour of taking in her face. Ingrid didn't look much different from the last time he'd saw her still basically human but there were differences, like no pulse beating beneath his fingers when he moved to trace her neck. "What are you doing?" "Looking for changes, this is my future now isn't it?" Ingrid nodded, moving off him now and tossing his shorts back at him. Taking the hint, Adam pulled them on, holding his t-shirt while he looked at the marks on his shoulder. "Am I a vampire now?" "No you worm, how can I turn you when you're already going to turn?" "Well I don't know, the only things I know about vampires are what happened in my dreams." "Get dressed, I'll introduce you to the library." Adam nodded, pulling on his t-shirt and taking the opportunity to watch Ingrid dress.

She rolled her eyes when she saw him looking, 'flitting' him off again to the throne room. "This is the library?" Ingrid turned him round, pointing him to a large book case. "Oh." Ingrid handed him a book about 'the change' and Adam sat down, squinting to read the small font and finding a lot of things about growing fangs and craving blood. The chapter on early signs surprised him, things like his shorter temper and love of barely cooked meat suddenly having a reason. "What's this about hypnosis? I mean, I figured last night was because I had the fancy hat on, am I supposed to be able to do that now?" Ingrid nodded, the strange man called Renfield offering 'young Master Adam' a glass of some almost black liquid. Ingrid nodded to say it was safe so Adam sipped at it. He'd describe it as cola, if cola were so flat it tasted like it had been poured through concrete or something first. Supposing he had a lot to adjust to, the unpleasant drink was the least of his problems as he looked back over to Ingrid.

She called out "dad", though not very loudly but their father still dropped out of nowhere into the room, looking around. "What what?" "Half-ling here needs to learn how to do hypnosis, if he doesn't start learning to master his powers his transformation might kill him." "What?!" Adam wasn't sure he liked the sound of that. "It's fine, you are going to learn so you'll live. Unlive. Whatever." "It's alright for you, I've had my entire future torn out and replaced with a weird title and no sunlight and drinking blood!" Adam was starting to get anxious again, his chest feeling tight as the sheer magnitude of how much his life had changed, how much it would change in a little over a year. Ingrid pushed him back into his chair, squeezing at his bitten shoulder and the pain helped him breathe out a little easier. "Some things haven't changed then."

Nodding, Adam tried to master his heavy breathing and shake away the dark thoughts. "Where's Erin? I want to check she's alright." "Why? She's a slayer, she came here to kill us and almost got you killed too!" "And she's pregnant and alone, she risked her life for me and Ingrid and helped save you, now shut up!" Adam growled out the last words, a strange timber echoing his words and thunder rumbled in the air. "Whoa, that's impressive." Adam looked over at Ingrid in confusion then. "Typical Dracula temper tantrum, but normally you need to be transformed to do that." Shrugging, Adam repeated his question of Erin's whereabouts. "You might be my father biologically, but I am not about to sit quietly and let you try and mould me into whatever you expected your son to turn out like. You bit her brother, you alienated them both from their family. You are entirely responsible for the beginning of everything going on now! The least you can do is stop sulking like a child!" Thunder crackled along with his voice again then, and Adam was starting to get angrier than he wanted to.

"Me? Sulk! I am the prince of darkness!" Rolling his eyes, Adam felt like he was with Robin throwing a tantrum again. "Does he do this alot?" Ingrid nodded, holding out her hand to lead him down to the crypt. Ryan was still out cold, Erin asleep on her side with a stake clutched in her hand. "Smart for a slayer." Adam reached carefully to shake Erin awake, Ingrid a safe distance away until Erin realised who was waking her. "You look like hell." "You suit a coffin surprisingly well for a vampire slayer. Are you alright?" Erin nodded, letting Adam help her out of the coffin and leaning over to check on Ryan. "Slayers blood fights the change, he'll be up and about in a day or so." Erin nodded at Ingrid, looking between her and Adam before shrugging to herself. "I have no idea what either of you think of the other, and frankly I don't really care right now. Can you just tolerate each other for now, or at least avoid each other?"

They both glared at each other for a moment before nodding together, and Adam rubbed a hand through his hair. "Fuck, my life has literally turned into a sitcom. And I have to go back to my mum and George tonight, who have no idea about anything that has happened and try not to lose my mind and work out how to deal with turning into a fucking vampire. Oh, and I've helped make a part slayer, part human, part vampire baby. What on earth is going to happen there?" Adam leant against the wall, dropping to wrap his arms around his knees and rocking back and forth slightly. "No idea, dimidius are not even technically allowed to happen, let alone sleeping with... slayers." Ingrid said the word distastefully, shooting a glare over at Erin. "I'm not a slayer anymore. Can't do anything about the slayers blood thing, it's supposed to make us less attractive to vampires but apparently over time it mutates and makes us more so." "They actually do something to your blood?" Erin nodded, lifting her t-shirt sleeve to show a scar up by her shoulder. "I did wonder what that was."

"I'm sorry, did I hear talk of a part slayer, part vampire baby? What on earth has my dear son been up to?" The Count appeared behind them all then, looking between Adam on the floor and Erin and Ingrid switching between glaring at each other and looking down at Adam. "Too many things I should never have done." "Ah, you'll fit in well then!" Looking up in confusion, Adam wasn't sure what to make of that statement. Looking at his father, Adam could see more passing resemblances in his face. Erin followed them when he staggered to his feet, heading up the stairs with... the Draculas. "I'm not changing my name, but I guess I'm curious about the names in my dreams. Would you have called me Vladimir? And who is Bertrand du Fortunesa?" The Count, who had just thrown himself elegantly over his throne as Adam and the two girls sat at the table. "Vladimir? Yes yes, a good name for a son. Why do you ask?" "In my dreams Vlad was who I saw things through, and he was Count Dracula's son."

"No idea who the other name is, but yes, Vladimir Dracula. A good name. Are you sure you won't change it?" "I'm Adam Giles, no matter what." "Oh yes, very vampiric." Adam rolled his eyes at Erin then. "In my defence, I was not aware I was supposed to be any kind of vampiric until what, less than twelve hours ago when my woodwork teacher kidnapped me outside my house." "Yeah, they were thrilled to be involved." "Why were there so many other vampires here last night?" The Count gestured at the crown, still casually sat on the table like it wasn't the catalyst of Adam's apparently powerful future. "We were here to crown the new Grand High Vampire, he was dusted. The slayers must have been plotting this for months! In my castle!" The butler/slave type man appeared again, offering round the vile cola-based drink and a box of cornflakes. The sight of something so... normal amongst all the madness made Adam burst out laughing, earning him strange looks from everyone else. "I'm sorry, but there are cornflakes in Castle Dracula. That's strange!" He couldn't stop laughing, Erin soon joining him giggling at his exuberant reaction and Ingrid's mouth twitching at the side. "I've sired an idiot! Why am I cursed this way?"

-VAI-

The end of the chapter is a terrible place to end, but otherwise I'd just keep going and going rather than actually posting this.