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The phone on Vlad's night stand rang violently. He lifted his mouth from Lacey's neck and wiped his lips.

"What, MJ?" he said, like a jerk.

"Just thought you should know that your daughter is like you now and your son has been missing for almost twenty-four hours," the High Priestess replied calmly.

Vlad paled and snapped his phone shut. He looked at Lacey, who frowned at his expression and frowned deeper at his repeat of what MJ told him.

The next night Vlad was walking around the grounds of the Manaus HON and was greeted by an older man in a lab coat.

"Heya. You're Vlad Harris right? The tattoo gives you away," the man stated.

"Yeah, who're you?"

"Draven, the healer at this HON. Kaine was like my best friend." At the look he received he stated the previous statement. "She totally hated me."

Vlad nodded and waited for something important to be told to him.

"So, a while back your priestess sent us some DNA samples and giving you the results is cheaper than a stamp." Draven handed him an envelope and walked away quickly, trying to avoid the inevitable questions.

Vlad sighed and carried the envelope and its contents back to his room, where Lacey was probably refolding all of their luggage. He threw it to her and she shoved it in a bag that she was just about to close.

Vancouver HON

MJ was pacing behind her desk in her office. Her warrior was starting to give her an ulcer, or so she thought.

Yannette was sitting one of the chairs opposite of the desk, she was clutching her brother's phone, wondering if he was okay, where ever he was (he's fine. Only being subject to physical abuse and harsh training everyday).

"Where the hell is he! I'm going to skin the bastard alive!" MJ yelled.

Yannette shrugged and looked through Cain's contacts again, questioning the heart behind her own name.

A few minutes later Vlad walked in, Lacey following close behind.

"About time, Vlad." MJ glared at the male as he sighed. The warrior and human then turned their attention to their daughter who was staring up at them.

"Oh honey, I'm so sorry..." Lacey bent down to hug her daughter. Vlad said nothing, only sighed again.

"It's fine Mom. I'm more worried about Cain."

Lacey frowned and nodded. "Do you have any idea where he might be?"

Yannette shook her head and started to cry again, causing her to be embraced in a hug again. Vlad looked at MJ. "Have you called the police?"

"No. I hadn't even thought of that." MJ replied sarcastically. "I even have the house warriors out looking for him, which you should be out doing!"

"I have more important things to worry about, like the future of our race?"

"Why don't we go catch up?" Lacey asked her daughter, pulling her up gently.

"How the hell can you say that you don't care about Cain with Yannette sitting there?" MJ yelled after she had left.

"It's not that I don't care, it's just that it's my responsibility to make sure these new mirrors grow up well."

"And now your daughter's one, so show her some fucking compassion."

"She's not my daughter." Vlad held up the envelope Draven had handed him a few hours earilier.

MJ snatched it and looked over the papers, understanding it just enough to know what Vlad was saying was the truth.

Yannette had type O blood and Vlad had type AB, meaning that he couldn't be her father. But there was also the fact that Lacey was AB too.

"But she came out of Lacey. This can't be right." MJ stated very pitifully.

"Check the next page."

Thirteen bands similar to Sampson Capulet and seventeen similar to Siegfried Dymitri, enough for her to be a siblings of both or either. Twenty-three similar to one Kaine Macabre.

"But Kaine died long before Yannette was born. And who's Sampson Capulet?"

"Does it matter? Yannette's not mine and she's not Lacey's!"

"Have you told Lacey?"

Vlad sighed and slumped into the chair his "daughter" had vacated. "No. I can't bring myself to do it. She loves her too much."

"GLaD there's love somewhere in the family." MJ rolled her eyes. "Either way, as a mirrored fledgling she's your responsibility. Now go talk to her!"

"Maybe when she's done being mad at me."

MJ rolled her eyes. "She doesn't get mad at you. Now Cain on the other hand..."

"Yeah, maybe he ran away because of me?"

"There's always that possibility. So about Yannette becoming a student now?"

"Yeah go for it. Are you going to room her with an older student so she can jump right into a friend base?"

"Of course not. She's younger than most third formers, Vlad! She already knows so much so I was hoping that she could help a younger student. Don't worry your pretty little head, I already picked out a roommate for her." With that MJ left to round up the older twin.

After a slight arguement about whether Yannette could just stay in her room or not, the three females in Vlad's family-thing carried some boxes over to the dorms.

"Yay! A roomie!" A girl with a distinctive eastern US accent said with a smile.

Yannette smiled and introduced herself as her "mothers" attempted placing some of her trinkets.

"Oh, I know who you are. Some of my classmates were talking about you. I'm Niabi."

"That's a cool name."

"Yeah, it's a Native American name. I'm one sixth Susquehannock."

"Niabi is a transfer from the Baltimore House of Night." MJ stated heading toward the door, dragging Lacey by the arm.

"That explains why she didn't over react to Yannette's mark. Vlad avoids that HON like the plague." And that was enough for the High Priestess to force her human counterpart out of the room.

"What's in Baltimore?" Yannette asked as she picked up the schedule MJ had laid on her desk.

"That's where the first Mirror lived, and died "

They continued talking for a little while longer, until Vlad knocked and entered.

Yannette threw a pillow at him. "Get out of here, Dad."

"Yannette, we need to talk. I'm sorry about being insensitive about Cain and stuff."

"'And stuff?' Really,?" Niabi asked, laughing slightly.

Yannette looked at her. She sighed and got up, heading to the cafeteria.

"Look, Dad, I understand the kind of stress you're under but it hurts that you never visit." Yannette sat on her bed. Vlad sat across from her on Niabi's bed.

"I'm sorry. You and Cain just remind me of her so much."

"Who?"

"Kaine Macabre. My predecessor." He pulled out his wallet and handed her a picture of the brash female.

"She's beautiful. Did you name Cain after her?"

"No, that was your MJ's idea. I didn't get a say in the naming of you two."

Yannette laughed slightly then noticed the book Vlad carried in. "What's that?"

"This is Xia's instruction manual. I wanted to see if you could read it." He traded the photo for book. He watched hopefully as she opened the book.

"What language is this?" She paged through and looked at some of the illustrations in horror.

"I don't know what it's called. You can't read it?"

"Sorry, no. What would it mean if I could?"

"I lot less work for me." Vlad stood. "I'll be here for awhile, since I can't do much else until I know who has what element. If you need help at school or just want to talk..."

Yannette nodded. "And you'll help find Cain until you leave, right?"

A nod was the reply and he left.