Author's Note: The Nightmare Matrix was the second of two beta-Matrixes.
Irony
Vladimir Dracula chuckled at the sheer irony of it all, as his red-eyed gaze followed Neo down the hall to the elevator. 'It's been a long time since I saw a pair of reincarnations this reluctant. Ah, if only they realized that they know the same conversation. This should be interesting, very interesting. I wonder who will figure it out first, because even I have no clue who they are at the moment. Just like in the Nightmare Matrix with Jonathan and the others. There are too many versions of what happened, ours being the true events, and then there was the Matrix's version and all the ones based off the Matrix's version.'
Jonathan, who was currently cleaning up the reception desk for the night, asked, "What's so funny, love ?"
'I miss when Jonathan and Varcolac would say that at the same time. Where are you, Varcolac ? Surely, you and the others can find us again. Jack and Persephone/Lucy have already disappeared. Are you with them ? I hope so, at least, they would be some what protected then. Well, either way Jonathan and I are still looking.'
"Ah, dear Jonathan, you wouldn't believe the irony that is in this world. It's the most hilarious thing since the Nightmare Matrix ended in a shower of rainbow deletion codes and launched right into the next version. Especially, considering that both of them are reluctant about it."
Jonathan ran a hand through his long black-hair and bit his lip,"You don't mean. Oh, Vlad, you can't mean…Neo and Smith can you ?"
"What other pair of half-flirty almost mortal enemies have we seen today ?"
When Jonathan palmed his face, though he shouldn't have, he couldn't help laughing. His love groaned,"Smith's gonna kill him first. Vlad, you can't tell Smith, I like my best friend alive, thank-you very much."
He grinned briefly,"I don't actually have to tell them who they are, remember. I just have to help them with accepting the memories. Plus, they have already met each other so I don't have to shove them at each other."
Flinched as Jonathan said, "Oh, thank God. No, you won't have to do that, but you love doing it to the random blue-pills."
He replied, as he looked behind himself,"Yes, but you still love me, I hope." at his office door that stood open. The cream-walls were a stark contrast to the dark-brown furniture. His father's tapestry in shadows hung on the wall behind his computer. Gestured at the door and willed its code to close, it slid closed silently and locked itself. Kissed Jonathan briefly, before they walked together to the elevator. He looked down the side hallway to see Van Helsing watching them.
As he pushed the call button, the gray-haired man shook his head and said, "You be careful of not telling them, Jonathan."
"Yes, P-, ah, Mr. Van Helsing."
'I find it amusing that he went from accomplished professor/monster hunter to a mere janitor. The man who organized my so-called deletion is now even less powerful than before.'
A ding from the elevator and he reached a hand out to gently pull Jonathan into it. Glared at the music speaker, he hated elevator music as much as many a modern A.I., Rebel or blue-pill did, as Jonathan pushed the lobby button. The only reason he didn't turn the little piece of damned code off was because Jonathan liked it.
'I will never understand how it is possible for him to call this 'music'. It irritates the blood out of me, give me the children of the night or Varcolac as a wolf and that will be my music.'