The glass on the mirror had shattered behind him, yet when Adam looked around there wasn't any glass on the floor. He wasn't in the same room either. He got up and noticed a levitating glass pane, or portal more like. The cardboard boxes and dust were visible, but a little blurry. Adam saw the gargoyles return to their original positions, but after a while they looked directly at him. They seemed to be able to see him, yet when Erin came rushing back to help him, along with the owner and his daughter, they couldn't hear him beating the glass from the other side, screaming. Trying to find a different way to escape, Adam ran towards the glass portal, but this time when he collided with the glass, it didn't shatter. Instead, he got a nasty thud and a future bruise on his forehead. Adam slowly got to his feat, clinging onto the glass as he did so. Once he'd gotten back up, he found himself pounding on the glass yelling "LET ME OUT!" yet again.

He'd been at it for what felt like hours. There was no longer a point to it either. Everyone had left, and he was alone. It wasn't like the gargoyles were going to help him either. He was in a dimly lit warehouse, the only light source was the mirror. His silhouette was cast out behind him as he continued to shout for help hopelessly.

"Adam. The answer lies with me. Come to me..."

The voice whispered suddenly. A voice he could now identify as his voice. But it was louder this time.

"Come to me... Come to me!"

Adam was put in the same trance walked away from the mirror and towards his voice.

"I will help you..."

———

"Well he's definitely a Dracula if he entered the blood mirror. I couldn't even go near it." Erin stated.

"Yeah, you were thrown across the room, I remember." Ingrid replied and laughed without any attempt to cover it up.

"Do you think he'll be alright?" Erin continued. He was her friend after all, if she hurt him or if he hurt her, she wouldn't know what to do. She'd be alone.

"Of course he will. He's my son. How could he not be alright?" The Count butted in proudly.

"But I doubt he knows what'll happen." Ingrid replied, trying to rip away the Count's pride in his confirmed son.

"He'll- He'll be fine..."

———

He'd been walking for what felt like days. Shadows sped past him and cackling echoed throughout the building.

"Vroooowmmmm!"

Another shadow passed by faster than lightning followed by another cackle. Adam ran after it, hoping whoever it was could help him out of this place.

He entered a much more open part of this never ending building and was surrounded by shadows, running in circles around him always followed by a spine-chilling giggle.

"It's this wayy..."

The place was so damp that water dripped from the ceiling making the environment way creepier than it had to be. Not that it had any effect on Adam. It was rather cool. But he would give anything to get out of this nightmarish building.

———

"He's been in there for ages."

"What can we do about it? It's not like we can help."

"We'll just have to wait until he's transformed."

———

Adam's breathing was slowly becoming shakier and shakier. He couldn't tell if he was nervous, if the air was becoming thinner, or if it was both. All he knew was he felt like he was slowly suffocating or dying.

And of course, the shadow was back, but this time it wasn't a shadow. It looked more like, him. Adam spun around trying to keep track of the thing that must've been a hallucination, but it was difficult.

Something grabbed him. Hallucinations couldn't do that! Whatever it was had grabbed Adam by the neck, and spun him around as Adam grabbed its neck and tried to break free. But when he did..

"It's like looking in a mirror, isn't it Adam? Ahhahahaha!"

It was him.

He stood in front of himself, but a more devilish looking version of him. He cackled to himself, eyes shining black when a light hit his pale face. Fangs on full display.

"Oh my God..."

———

"Do you think he even know he's a vampire?!" Erin yelled, evidently panicking as she paced the room for the thirteenth time.

"Positive." Ingrid replied coldly, enjoining Erin's suffering.

"How would you know?!" Erin demanded, the anger evident in her voice.

"I saw him dragging a dead body into the Child wall Woods. Drained of blood. Looks like your little friend isn't as innocent as you thought." Ingrid told Erin, much to her shock. She couldn't believe that Adam; someone who'd never hurt a fly, was a vampire, let alone a murderer.

———

Adam fought himself with a newfound power and speed, blocking every punch thrown at him surprisingly easily.

"Stay away from me... erm, me." He demanded as he threw the other him across the room and squared his shoulders.

"You're right. I am you. The reflection you. The better you! You might as well just give up now. You're weak!" He said, laying on the floor limp. To Adam, his reflection was currently the weak one. However it didn't seem to be bothered, and the real Adam soon found out why.

As his reflection slowly got up from the floor, a light grew brighter and brighter behind him, making Adam raise an arm to his eyes to block the light.

"You're special Adam."

Another voice came from a pillar that was holding up the building. "You don't have one human reflection."

The original reflection then said "You have a THOUSAND!" Raising his arms dramatically.

Another voice spoke "Together we'll be the most powerful vampire ever!" from the shadows.

More and more versions of him appeared from behind the light and got ready to run directly at him. He was still trying to process the whole vampire part but before he knew it, one after another, his reflections merged with him. Every one more painful than the last. Adam's body was all over the place as he was hit over and over again until he couldn't control himself anymore.

He laughed manically as more reflections entered his body, rejoicing at the pain as he grew more and more powerful. The reflections were poisoning his brain with evil thoughts making him weaker, so he couldn't fight them anymore.

He let go, letting the reflections dominate him. He was no longer in control. They were.

The reflections finally stopped entering his body and the pain subsided. He took a few seconds to collect himself before walking towards the bright light that lead him out of the mirror, back into the real world.

Adam was starving. He needed blood.

———

"HOW DID THAT SON OF A BAT GET INTO MY VINTAGES?!" The Count cried in rage as he picked up multiple broken glass bottles.

"Including one called Lady Jane Grey?! I didn't know we had her!" Ingrid said obviously unimpressed, grasping a bottle that was also broken with the name 'Lady Jane Grey' on the torn label. A bottle the Count quickly snatched from her.

"I was saving it for a special occasion." He replied defensively as he added the broken bottle to the others that he was cradling in his arms. Blood was splattered all over the floor, some was even on the walls. Bloody puddles and footsteps were everywhere, but eventually they headed upstairs.

"He went upstairs." Erin analyzed as she headed towards them.

"How would you know?" Ingrid mocked, throwing Erin's own words back in her face.

Irritated, Erin replied quite bluntly "Because of the bloody foot steps!"

"Will you two stop bickering. We have a newly-transformed-vampire-who-might-be-the-Chosen-one sized problem on our hands here, so can you please hurry this up?" The Count demanded as he flitted up the stairs. Ingrid did the same and left Erin to follow them slowly and process the fact the Count had said 'chosen one'.

When the two real vampires reached the throne room at the top of the stairs, Adam happened to be sitting in the darkness on a chair he really shouldn't be sitting on.

The Count had a murderous glint in his eye as he laid eyes upon his supposed son laying on his throne, legs draped over the arm rest.

"Hi dad. Well, I'm assuming your my dad. I never met him." Adam nastily greeted his father for the first time.

"Listen here you little-" The Count started as he flitted in front of Adam furiously. But before he could say another word, Adam pulled a blood bottle out of nowhere and smashed it over the Count's head. The blood splattered everywhere, including onto Adam's uniform that had blood stains on it already from his previous antics. Ingrid had to keep herself from laughing with Adam at the sight of their blood-drenched father laying on the floor.

"Listening..." Adam said to himself as he put his hands behind his head, chuckling to himself as he did so.

Ingrid was still stood to the back of the room, finding the situation awful yet absolutely hilarious. Mainly hilarious in all honesty. She was starting to like Adam. He wasn't as pathetic as she'd thought.

Eventually the Count heaved himself to stand on his feet, with the help of a few pieces of furniture. Along with the Count's groaning in the attempt to stand up, one or two students could be heard entering the school and the grumble of buses pulling up outside. At that, Adam got off the throne and walked to the door.

"Where are you going?" Ingrid asked Adam, surprised. He'd shown no previous sign of moving from the throne he'd made himself quite comfortable in.

"Going to find Renfield, so he can lick my shoes clean." Adam replied semi-sarcastically "He can also go and find me a new, less bloody uniform." he continued, then disappeared down the stairs leaving the count and Ingrid alone.

As Adam slammed the door to the school, Erin came in through the other "What did I miss?"She said, trying to hide the fact that she was panting.

"Congrats! You just got a job as a vampire babysitter!" Ingrid announced, leaving Erin rather confused. What had she, no, Ingrid gotten her into?

Hi! Sorry for yet another late update. I'm working on the fic, I promise. I'm just doing so very, very slowly ;)

~M