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The sky was darkening when he finally arrived. Stokely seemed like a rather unremarkable place. Just another sleepy little village. In fact, he would have thought that he was in the wrong place if it wasn't for the silhouette of a huge castle on the hill. He started towards it, excitement building. If his heart could have beaten, it would have sped up.

He wove through the streets, barely registering how well he knew his way around. Everything he passed triggered a half-memory. It was when he passed the school, however, that the flashes became more distinguishable.

"It's a bit like a prison, only sometimes people escape from prison"

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"Cool! Look at this. My own private locker!"

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"I'm on the team, Robin!"

"Oh I'm so jealous."

He froze. Robin? Had that been his name? It felt right, and he said it aloud, hearing the familiarity in it. Robin. He hastily pulled a pen from his pocket and scribbled the word down on the back of his hand.

He walked more slowly now, trying to grasp the memories that pelted him. Vague images slipped into his mind, but no more fragments of speech. He hoped that once he reached the castle, he would remember more. His pace quickened again in anticipation.

"Robin?" called a startled voice. "Robin Brannagh?"

He swivelled around, recognising the words. A teenage boy stood staring at him. He had short, black hair, and coffee coloured skin. He was also staring at Adam... at Robin... in shock.

"Do I know you?" he asked apprehensively. Something told him to be wary of this boy.

"You probably don't recognise me. Jonathan Van-Helsing?"

Van-Helsing. That had been one of the words scribbled down on a fragment of paper. He evidently knew this boy; or at least, the boy knew him.

"Yeah..." he muttered. "Hi. So, uh, what's been going on?"

"Nothing much. You're the one that disappeared for four years."

"Right. So, uh..." he struggled to remember more of the scribbles. "How's Chloe?" he improvised.

"She's fine." Jonathan replied, studying his face intently. "Where did you go, Robin?"

"I wish I knew" he murmured to himself.

"They looked for you, you know"

"Who?"

Jonathan stared at him.

"Chloe, Ian, Paul. Your mum and dad. Who do you think?"

That shocked him. He had a family here? Why would he leave it? What would make him forget them? There was only one way to find out. He had to get to the castle.

He made as if to turn and head towards it once more, when Jonathan grabbed his arm.

"Where are you going?"

"None of your business" he snarled, wrenching his arm free.

"You can't just turn up here and act like nothing's happened, Robin! At least go and see your family. They all think you're dead!"

"It's better than the truth" he snapped. "And my name isn't Robin. It's Adam."

And with that, he stalked off in the direction of the castle.

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Night had truly fallen by the time he reached the place. The moon lit the gargoyles eerily from behind, silhouetting them in silver light.

The door was locked.

He could have easily broken it down, of course, but that seemed fundamentally wrong, somehow. So he pulled the bell cord. It let out a deep chime from somewhere within the bowels of the castle, and when the echoes had died away, his heightened vampire senses picked up on something else. Movement, from behind the thick oak door.

"I know you're in there" he called, knowing the occupants would hear him. There was no reply. He growled quietly, and began to circle the castle's perimeter. He paused beneath a high window, another memory taking hold.

"Vlad, you're my best mate, you know that don't you?"

"Robin... I'm your only mate"

"Vlad" he muttered, scrawling the word on his arm. Then he repeated it, louder. "Vlad! It's you, isn't it?" At this, there was a small intake of breath from inside the stone walls. "I'll take that as a yes" he muttered to himself.

Suddenly, a commanding voice echoed from within the castle. It was deep and powerful.

"Leave. Now"

Adam just rolled his eyes.

"Is that the best you've got?" he challenged. "I've known teachers scarier than that." He allowed himself a second to remember the psychotic Mr Roe.

There was no reply, and he continued his journey around the perimeter, but it proved fruitless. No more flashes came to him, and he eventually fell asleep under a partially crumbled wall.

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When he awoke, the sun was shining. He growled softly as the light stabbed painfully into his eyes, but remained where he was, hoping to drift back into unconsciousness.

That plan was crushed, however, when he heard a voice.

"Robin?"

He groaned and looked up, lifting his hand to shield his eyes from the blinding sunlight. A girl stood in front of him, long blonde hair up in a braid. She looked utterly shocked.

"You're alive!" she gasped.

"If you say so" he grumbled. He sat up, pushing himself up off of the floor. The girl just stared at him. "Can I help you?" he asked irritably.

"You're... Robin, it's me!" she said, confused.

"Yeah, I got that" he muttered, glancing impatiently at the castle.

"Robin!" she shouted, trying to recapture his attention. He whipped around to face her.

"My name is Adam, okay? Adam Jacobs! I don't know who you are, or why I remember this place, but I'm here to find out, so either help me or leave me alone!"

He clenched his fists in frustration, forcing himself to keep his eyes from darkening. He'd given up on being subtle. The girl stared at him with wide eyes.

"What happened to you, Robin?" she asked softly.

"I told you" he snapped. "My name is Adam."

Her eyes hardened.

"No" she told him. "Your name is Robin Brannagh, and you're my brother."

The words hung in the air for a second.

"What's your name?" he asked quietly.

"Chloe" she said softly.

He looked at her for a moment.

"Well then Chloe" he said. "Can you help me?"

*Yay! New chapter! And quite a bit longer this time ;) Please reveiw and tell me if any of the characters are OOC, 'cause I'm paranoid about that. Love you all!*

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