Finally, I'm back to business. I have been terribly busy and this chapter was the hardest to write so far. I knew what was going to happen after this chapter but connecting what I had already written to the sequel was pretty hard. This chapter is shorter than I initially meant but I figured it would work better if I focused just on Wolfie.

I need to thank everyone who has been reading this. I hope you've liked it but even if you haven't, I'm still glad you found the time to take a look at this.

Watch out for the rating, it will probably change pretty soon due to occasional swearing, sexual content and exessive violence.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but Gaspar and Cane so far.

Chapter 5

The door of the Mirror room was thrown open and it smashed against the wall with a loud thud. Wolfie strode angrily in and took up a position in front of the Blood Mirror. Neither of his reflections was there. Wolfie didn't know what he had expected because, of course, they were inside of him and not in the Mirror anymore. However, he didn't accept it.

"You better come out!" he shouted at the empty mirror eyes burning with rage. "You better be responsible for your actions!"

"We better be responsible for our actions?" said a bored voice and in a blink of an eye Wolfie's vampiric reflection was standing in front of him.

"It's because of you that those boys died", Wolfie growled. "I tried to control you but you took over and killed them." The reflection laughed gruffly.

"Wolfie-boy, now you are just shifting the blame from one shoulder to another. You can't blame us. We are you. You choose what to do."

"You didn't listen to me", Wolfie muttered staring at the reflection. For a moment he wanted nothing as much as to break the Mirror. That, however, would have meant the death of the rest of the Draculas.

"Of course we didn't, stupid boy", the reflection hissed. "Did you think you had us under control with nothing more than willpower? You need more than that Wolfie-boy. Until you can accept us, you won't be able to control us. You can't fight against yourself and that's the only thing you need to understand. Let us be part of you so we won't take over."

"I wanted to be what I really am", Wolfie said quietly. "I never thought it would make me a killer."

"Well what else would you have been? You are a mix between two predators. Predators that lie and kill. Look at your brother, what did he become? A leader with hands covered in innocent blood. Not a single drop of his enemies'. That's what we are, Wolfie-boy. That's what you are", the reflection said and flashed a smile. Then it was just gone, as quickly as it had appeared. Wolfie stared at the empty Mirror and tried to suppress his anger. He had no idea what he was supposed to do now. He couldn't stay but where would he go? Maybe Vlad would take him in, find something useful for him to do. Wolfie took a deep breath. There was nothing else he could do. He had to leave.

It was late afternoon of the following day when Wolfie was ready to leave. He had attempted to leave earlier but he couldn't just disappear. He had explained to Miss McCauley that he was moving back to his mother. A horrible lie that was, for Wolfie would never go back to someone who had just left him behind. Yet something had to be said and a little white lie was way better than the truth in this case. He had packed a backpack but there was nothing more than a few hip flasks of blood and something to eat in it. They had travelled to Vlad's castle once to assist at the blood binding and the coronation not so long time ago. Wolfie was pretty sure he remembered the way. Still there was something he should do before leaving. Thus there he was again, standing behind the door of Vlad's old room, shifting awkwardly and collecting enough courage to go in for one last time. The hellhound was in the room as expected.

"Hello, Master Wolfie", Zoltan greeted him seemingly surprised. "You do visit me often now." Wolfie sat down on an empty chair and looked troubled under the gaze of the hellhound.

"Yes, I... I just...", he stuttered unable to look him in the eye. "I just... You know what I did during full moon, right? You know what I am." Zoltan's dark eyes looked tensely at the young cross breed and the hellhound nodded slowly.

"I have heard. The window is open for the ravens", he said and tilted his head towards the window that was left ajar. There were no birds sitting on the window sill at the moment but Wolfie knew ravens passed by Garside Grange and brought in mostly bad news. Wolfie swallowed hard and stared down at his feet.

"I'm leaving", he said then, quietly. He wasn't looking at Zoltan but he could feel the hellhound's gaze on his forehead.

"On what purpose, Master Wolfie?" Zoltan asked. "Do you think running away would solve the problem?" Wolfie gritted his teeth and felt anger burn deep in his stomach. He had never been easily aggravated but this seemed to have changed after he had looked into the Mirror. At times he felt like his whole personality had changed.

"I'm not running away", he growled. "I'm making sure I won't hurt anyone else." Wolfie had thought he would leave to keep the others safe but as he said it aloud, he realised it was quite the opposite. He was leaving because he didn't want anyone to catch him. It was a basic instinct. The goal in his life was to survive.

"Pardon me", the hellhound apologized yet he sounded anything but sorry. "Where will you go?"

"To Vlad's castle", Wolfie answered truthfully and met Zoltan's eyes. "I was hoping he would take me in. Find me something useful to do. I'm his brother after all." The hellhound looked at him and for a split second a new kind of gaze flashed in his eyes. Wolfie had no idea what it was but it was gone as soon at it had appeared.

"I'm sure Master Vladimir will help you. But have you thought that you are going into a vampire's nest?" the hellhound wanted to know.

"I have grown up in a vampire's nest", Wolfie reminded leaning forward in his chair.

"Before you turned into a werewolf", Zoltan argued. "Liked it or not, you have wolf blood in your veins and they will know it. That castle is full of vampires that have devoted their life to protect the Chosen One. A werewolf among them is nothing but a threat. Most of the vampires Master Vladimir is surrounded by are not friendly towards werewolves. But there is one that I know for sure would never allow you to stay close to the Grand High Vampire." Wolfie shook his head as if he could prove Zoltan wrong.

"I have no choice, Zoltan", he objected. "I must..." He was interrupted by Renfield who threw the door open without knocking and stumbled inside. Both Wolfie and Zoltan turned to look at him with a puzzled expression on their faces.

"There you are, brat, I have been looking all around for you", the butler panted. "There's a woman in the foyer. Says she has to talk with you. Urgently." Wolfie frowned.

"I'm not expecting anyone", he said. "Who is she?" Renfield looked extremely frustrated.

"How am I supposed to know?" he huffed. "She said her name was Eva... Emma... Well, E something. Cane." Wolfie didn't know any E. Cane but he got up glad he had been given an excuse to end the conversation with Zoltan. He didn't need anyone to tell him he was wrong. However, he had a bad feeling about this someone. He wasn't expecting a friend so it could pretty much be a foe. Wolfie didn't want problems right now. He glanced at the hellhound and bowed his head slightly before exiting the room, hopefully not forever.

"I was just leaving, I don't have time to talk with strangers", the cross breed said as he walked down the corridor with Renfield.

"She is a very pretty lady", the butler said.

"That doesn't matter, I don't care", Wolfie snorted and stopped by the door of his room. "Tell her to leave." Renfield nodded slowly and left, muttering by himself. The young man got the backpack from his room and made his way out. He ran down the stairs and almost reached the main door when a silvery voice stopped him.

"Mister Count? I am Emmeline Cane. I hoped you would have a moment for me", the voice said and Wolfie turned around to meet a young, tall and blond woman. She was dressed in a navy blue suit, skirt and jacket, which made her look like a business woman. Her long blonde hair hung in a ponytail and her deep blue eyes looked straight into Wolfie's.

"How can I help you, Miss Cane?" he asked.

"Could we talk somewhere else? The echo is rather disturbing and I'd like to sit down for a moment. I've walked a lot today", Miss Cane suggested and took a step back. She had a strong Irish accent and her voice was soft. Wolfie stared at her for a moment and wondered what chance he had if he just ran away.

"I'm afraid I'm in a terrible hurry", the young cross breed lied and took a step back himself. The woman's smile deepened a fraction.

"I'm afraid I have to insist", she gently stated. "It's extremely important. It has to do with your father." Wolfie frowned. He hadn't seen his father for a long time. Patrick hardly felt like a father to him but the fact that something might have happened to the man didn't pass unnoticed. Wolfie nodded slowly.

"Follow me, please." Wolfie led the woman into a small room where there was nothing but a table and a couple of chairs. The light filtered through the layer of dust on the window and shed golden rays on the floor. Wolfie let the woman step inside the room while he closed the door and stepped closer to the middle himself, looking around in the room he had never been into. "So, what has happened to my father? That's what you wanted to talk about, right?" A cold click made a shiver run up his spine.

"I have no idea about your father, but you are in certain problems, fleabag", Miss Cane's voice was modulated which didn't fit the fact she that was pointing a gun at Wolfie's head. The cross breed could tell it even without looking but as he slowly turned around to face the woman he saw it. The gun was big and black and certainly loaded with something else than salt. Worst of all, it had a silencer. There was no trace of a smile on Miss Cane's face anymore. "We know you killed those boys. Did you think we wouldn't find you because you were hiding among the vampires? Well, you thought wrong. We'll find you wherever you hide. You can't run from us." Wolfie wanted to take a step back but his body refused to obey.

"Who is 'us'?" he asked trying to keep his voice from trembling. Miss Cane uttered a laugh that was far too rough to belong to such a beautiful woman.

"Us is the league, boy. The League of Hunters, people like me devoted to kill creatures like you", she explained calmly, moving to lock the door, the barrel of the gun constantly pointed between Wolfie's eyes. The cross breed swallowed hard and took a step back. He was trapped. "Don't even think about it, boy. This is a design gun, one of a kind. It's a trustworthy companion and it hasn't failed once yet. There's a silver bullet with your name on it in this gun and I don't miss." Wolfie wanted to back off but Miss Cane was between him and the only way out.

This would be a perfect moment to discover the incredible power of your reflection, said a small voice in Wolfie's head. Wolfie couldn't help but think there was no possibility to escape without hurting Miss Cane. And he wasn't willing to do that. You are a disappointment, Wolfie-boy, the voice continued. She is going to kill you. This Wolfie realised.

"I would love to hear your last words, little dog, but I'm in a hurry", Miss Cane carried on with her speech. Wolfie stared at the gun and tried to sort out his possibilities to escape. Thanks to his vampire powers he was quicker than a normal werewolf, which the woman hopefully didn't know. However, Wolfie hadn't used his speed in such a small space. He could easily hit a wall and knock himself out. He wasn't Vlad, who would have just hypnotized the woman. Eventually, only one possibility came into Wolfie's mind; he had to go for the window even though he would place himself in the line of fire for a few seconds. "Don't worry. It won't hurt. Much." Wolfie closed his eyes, took a deep breath and as Miss Cane's delicate finger pulled the trigger, he flashed towards her.

Somehow Wolfie managed to avoid the bullet. He saw it coming right towards him and suddenly time seemed to slow down. Like in that movie where the guy was trapped in a digital world while his body was attached to a machine in reality. He dodged but it was so close he could feel the aircurrent on his skin. Next thing he knew was that he had crashed right into Miss Cane and knocked her over. Wolfie was quickly back on his feet and he dashed towards the window with a clear path now. He heard the angry growl of the woman and then she fired at him again. He was almost at the window when the silver bullet sank in his left shoulder. The pain was ineffable as if someone had just pushed a red hot poker right through him. For a second Wolfie was going to fall on the floor. Then he realised that if he did that, he was certainly going to to die. He squeezed his eyes shut and threw himself through the window. He hit the ground hard and stumbled back on his feet flashing into the shadows of the huge trees.

Wolfie ran. He couldn't stop, he couldn't turn and go back. The bullet somewhere in his shoulder burned like hell but he couldn't find the time to care about it. He needed to get as far as he could if he wanted to stay alive. He ran deeper into the woods, never looking back until his sight started to blur. She couldn't be after him for he was running faster than a breather could ever run. He was getting tired, though, but he forced himself to go on. He didn't know how long it had been, what time it was, wherehe was. The adrenaline pumping through his veins kept him conscious. He kept running.

Wolfie ran until he suddenly hit something or actually someone. He didn't see who it was but he heard an angry growl and before he even realised what was happening he had been thrown on the ground. The air escaped his lungs and the pain in his back grew almost unbearable. The strenght of the impact caused him to lose his sight for a moment.

"You really shouldn't bump into random strangers, boy", a male voice said from distance. Wolfie had difficulties to distinguish the words. He tried to open his eyes but he found it useless. Eventually, he decided to let go. The last thing he heard before he blacked out was the same male voice, calm and dark. "Some of them might get furious."

A/N Constructive criticism is always much appreciated