People speak Portuguese in Brazil yo.

House of Night, Manaus, Brazil.

It had only been about eighteen hours since the Priestess of the Manuas House of Night had received a phone call from the warrior with the backwards mark when she was summoned to the infirmary to look at a girl with a blood covered forehead.

The warrior that carried her into the HON informed the priestess of the strange woman wearing blue (cough, Xia, cough) that had handed the girl to him then left.

Just to be sure, the priestess wiped off the blood on the unconscious girl's forehead. Upon seeing the mark she phoned the man she had talked to earlier that day. Vlad would be on the soonest plane he could book, so the Priestess tried to figure out what to do with the girl.

The new mirrored Fledgling had dirty blonde hair. Underneath her closed eyelids her eyes were dark blue. Her skin was lightly tanned and she was pretty muscular for a teenage girl.

Sighing, the priestess sat in a chair and waited for the girl to wake up. Thankfully for her it wasn't long.

"Where am?" The girl asked, sitting up.

"Manuas House of Night. You've been marked. What's your name?"

"Iara… So I'm a vampyre now?"

The priestess nodded. "You're not a normal fledgling though. Your mark goes the wrong way."

Iara frowned. "Wrong way? So I'm a freak!"

"No, of course not. Just different. In the Vampyre society that normally means special. Why don't we go get you settled into your room?"

Iara nodded and followed the priestess to the dorms. The priestess knocked on one of the doors and bolted. A girl opened the door and beamed at Iara.

"You must be my roommate!" The girl exclaimed happily. "My name is Jordan! What's yours?"

"Iara…"

"That's an odd name! But I bet you don't meet too many other people with it, hmm? Oh! Leila, that's the priestess by the way, said your mark would be backwards but I didn't expect you to look so normal!"

"You talk really fast…"

"Really think so? My parents used to tell me that all the time! So come on in! You can have the bed on the left!" Jordan pulled the mirror into the room and started to bombard her with personal questions.

"Where are you from? Here in Manaus?"

"No, I'm from the capital…"

"Really? I'm from São Paulo myself. Did you like it there?"

"I guess…"

For about an hour Jordan continued interrogating her. She only stopped because Vlad barged into the room.

"Iara?" He spoke in English while he looked the mirrored fledgling with a frown. "I'm here to help, sort of."

She blinked at him, incapable of understanding him. Jordan pointed at him, calling him a creeper.

He sighed and ran to get the English speaking Priestess.

"If you learnt some languages you wouldn't need a translator, Vlad."

He laughed awkwardly. Leila had told him that when he was there seven months prior to eradicate a Noir infestation. "So many other things to do, ya know?"

She rolled her eyes at him and then looked at Iara. "This man is the same as you. Though, hopefully, you'll be less dense."

Iara laughed slightly. "So he's supposed to help me understand and cope?"

"Yeah, basically. Hopefully he'll be a good teacher, though there's this whole communication gap…"

"What are you guys talking about? You're not making fun of me, are you?" Vlad asked.

"Nooo…." Leila smirked. "What do you need me to tell her?"

"For right now, knowing she's not the only one thrust into this situation would probably be comforting. There are currently three other Mirrors and there will be another."

The message was relayed.

"More? Are we supposed to be competing or working together?" Iara asked.

"Err… I'm not sure…" Vlad said, after the translation, truthfully not knowing. "That's an excellent question. Next time I see her bitchliness I'll be sure to ask her."

They discussed a bit longer before Leila announced the coming of day. Vlad headed for his guest quarters, suffering from severe jet-lag. Iara settled into unfamiliar sheets.

Super short... Sorry ^^" Review pretty please?