Yannette sat boredly in her classes, her room throwing things at her in any class they shared if she happened to fall asleep. She made a point to skip her father's class, and MJ actually. The girl had read each of the handbooks enough times to know anything she would have to about normal Vampyres.

What she did a lot of, was sit outside in the lantern light, watching the Vancouver breeze move the old trees on the grounds. Vlad would find her and try to tell her things about Mirrors, but she usually shrugged him off, telling him "You complain about that all the time", "I know, MJ told me about it", or "Mom always loves telling that story."

There wasn't much for Vlad to tell her, so Yannette wasn't too sure why her father was hanging around, since he obviously wasn't looking for Cain.

She had never noticed how much she desperately needed other friends growing up, but as Niabi pointed out that was all she talked about, she had a break down. Niabi was unsure of how to deal with it, like any other time the Mirror cried herself to sleep because of her brother, but tried to comfort her new friend just the same.

"I had a good number of friends in Baltimore, but when I came here, things were different." Niabi told her one night when she knew Yannette was only pretending to sleep. "Here, things are formal, by the book, like you hear about them. In Baltimore, we didn't talk to our families, even if they were supportive. People didn't die as much. We rarely celebrated the minor Vampyre holidays, instead making up our own ridiculous things. Apparently the House has gone through over dozen Priestesses in the last several years. We went through two while I was there and I was barely there half a year."

"Do they die?" Yannette still looked like she was asleep.

Shaking her head, Niabi sighed. "A few of them have, but most of them quit, because they can't live up to the original Priestess. It's hard to match someone that died protecting a student she didn't even like."

"I assume you mean the Priestess that was there while Kaine was alive?"

"Yeah. Her name as Anmarie. There's a shrine to the lot of them in the middle of the House of Night. It was always sad and a little creepy. There's room for so many more names."

Yannette finally looked at her. "I'm sure. We're in a war, and we're all probably going to die."

Niabi got up and opened her computer. "You remind of her."

"Who?"

"Kaine Macabre."

"I do sort of look like her."

"No, the way you act, the way the boys drool over you, just everything. You're like a little Kaine clone." Yannette sat up, seeing her roommate shove a laptop in her face. "This video was taken just before their first friend got Marked."

The video started roughly then a skinny male introduced himself as Anthony and introduced it like it was a show. It was obviously a high school cafeteria. Then it went to a shot of him making out with someone Yannette recognized, then paned around to two other talking about boys, and a second pair playing not-touching-you. Finally it moved to Kaine's face.

"Anything to say to the camera, Brittany?" The boy holding the camera asked.

"Get it out of my face dude."

"Bad mood? What's wrong?"

Kaine smirked, shooting him the finger. "You thinking you can so easily put a move on my girl." Then she smiled, both laughing. "But seriously, you know I hate when you do this."

"Makes it more fun for me."

The girl he made out with spoke up. "Oh, leave Brittany alone. Another boy is relentlessly stalking her, probably."

One of the girls in the second pair laughed. "It has to be the boobs, certainly not her winning personality."

The other tickled her and insulted her.

Kaine smiled sadly past the camera. "Just, not right now, okay? Please?" When the camera didn't move, her fist reached out and the boy 'oof'ed. "Asshole."

Yannette shut the laptop, moving to lay back down. She saw what Niabi was saying. Kaine and her were practically the same person, though maybe she was less aggressive. Her roommate was talking to her, but she wasn't listening. She knew her roommate was trying to compliment her, Kaine was a hero, but she was also dead.

She waited for Vlad the next day. "Did you ever met Kaine Macabre?"

He sighed. "Hello to you too. No. She died just before I was born."

Nodding, Yannette glared at him. "But you did know her."

"She visited me in a dream or two. Why are you asking about it?"

"Am I connected to her?"

"Well, I mean we both are, so are the rest of the Mirrors."

"I didn't mean like that, Dad. I saw her, in a video. We're exactly the same."

"I wouldn't say that, Yannette. I mean my understanding is that she was very comfortable with her body and her solution for everything was to break something."

"But under that."

"Yannette, you don't want to know."

"I need to know."

Vlad wiped his face with his hand. "Genetically, you're her daughter. You're not Lacey and mine. Your blood type doesn't even match to us."

She shook her head. "But… but… Lacey's my mother… Cain's my brother…"

"I know. It's definitely something I need to ask Xia next time I see her." Yannette turned to walk away. "You're still my daughter, Yannette. I love you. And I haven't told your mother."