Vlad ran his fingers through his hair. He hadn't been able to make contact with Vikas and Otis for what seemed like days. What if he was too late? If they never found out where Youngblood was then Vlad might never wake up from his poison-induced coma. Vlad couldn't imagine what would happen if Vlad never woke up from this nightmare. He just wanted to sit down, eat a cookie, and talk to all his friends and complain about school just like any other normal day. He brushed his fingers against the cold, lifeless glass of the mirror he was holding. How had he contacted them in the first place? Was he suppose to say some sort of spell, or did it depend on what he was thinking? He sighed, hanging the mirror back on the wall. He gasped when he turned.

"What are you doing here?" Vlad asked, raising an eyebrow. The man crossed his arms.

"I should ask you the same thing." Vlad rolled his eyes.

"I've been here for days. What makes you think I'm not allowed to be here?"

"Now now, I never said that. I merely questioned the fact that you were inside my personal library."

"Your personal library?" Vlad asked. "I had no idea this place belonged to anybody." The man nodded.

"It's okay. I've been absent from this library for a long time. I doub't I remember where much of my books and stories are anyways. I'm not much of a librarian after all." He laughed. "How did you happen to come across my library anyhow?" He asked. Vlad thought.

"I'm . . . not exactly sure. I've kinda been through a lot lately, and I just happened to appear here for no reason." The man raised an eyebrow.

"Oh? Such as?"

"Well, all of my friends and family have been involved in situations that have never happened before. They keep killing me, and abusing me, physically and emotionally." He paused. The man motioned for him to continue. "Even some of my old enemies . . . but the wierdest part is, half of them are dead. I saw them die myself a long time ago. So I don't understand why they're all of a sudden showing up for no reason."

"I see." The man said. "Anything else?" Vlad nodded, continuing.

"The other day, I somehow managed to make contact through that mirror." He pointed at the small mirror hanging on the wall. "And he told me that someone had poisoned me, and they were looking for some sort of antidote. It included some sort of flowers, but I'm pretty sure they weren't talking about garden flowers!" The man laughed. Vlad jumped up as a thought struck him. The man nodded, as if sensing he had more to say.

"Well... since I have been here for a while, I looked through your library for something to read, and I found this book..." He stopped.

"What book?" He asked.

"It was this book, that was the color of blood. And the wierdest part was that as I was reading it told me the future. I was reading what was going to happen to me right before it actually happened." The man nodded.

"I see. This book, you see, a book that has a person's life written whithin it's pages. However, it was against the rules for someone's fate to be written down before even that person knew what was going to happen. So it only tells you what is going to happen a week from that day you read it. It cannot go any further. Also . . . it doesn't tell you when you are going to die, for this is something that will happen based on either choice, or just plain fate. It cannot be predicted even by the most powerful of ...magic, I suppose." Vlad thought for a moment.

"Can you help me restore connection with Otis and Vikas?" The man nodded.

"Of course. This is my library after all!" He laughed. Vlad chuckled.

"Oh yeah, and I'm Vlad." The man smiled, a flash of knowing in his eye.

"Oh, I already knew that. I'm Youngblood."

Henry kicked a stone with his foot. Tomorrow was it. One last day with his best friend before he was gone forever and he wasn't even going to be conscious so Henry could say goodbye to him. He clenched his fists. The last time Vlad and him and actually talked, was when they were walking down the street fighting about trusting each other. Vlad was going to remember him as a paranoid jerk. Henry vowed right then and there that if by some miracle Vlad recovered, then he was going to be a much better friend then he had been to Vlad. As he approached Vlad's house, he cringed. He could already hear Vlad's screaming. He walked up the steps and opened the front door to an empty room. Vikas, Otis, and Snow were no where to be seen. Vlad's screams had already been silenced.

"Hello?" He called. "Anyone home?" He turned the corner, and stopped when he saw Snow, Otis, and Vikas standing in front of the stairs. He turned to look at Vlad. He had a couple of new bandages on his left arm, and one across his right cheek, but otherwise he looked okay.

"What are you guys all huddling here for?"

"SHH!" They all hissed. Henry rolled his eyes. They were all huddled around one corner of the room, staring intently into a mirror the size of a dinner plate.

"Why are you all so obsessed with that mirror?" He was silenced once again. He looked over their shoulders as they all began gasping. "What?" He stopped. Vlad was standing in the mirror with some wierd guy. He had brown hair that looked like it had been walked through a hurricane, and was a head taller than Vlad. He wore a red flannel shirt and muddy jeans.

"Hello, Vikas." He said. "So we meet again."

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