Note: I think I corrected it all... I was dead sleepy and high on tons of candy and sugar. I hope this makes sense.

"You just HAD to follow that thing in here, didn't you?!"

"Uh, you didn't have to run in here with me, Winter."

"Damnit, Gus! I sure as hell wasn't staying out there by myself!"

Winter clutched to the back of Gus' shirt, burying her face in it. When they had decided to kill the strigoi in the carnival area they did not expect it to end up like this.

Not only did they run in to a corrupted clown, but they were chased in here...

"A maze of fucking mirrors..." Gus shook his head, "You have got to be shittin' me."

"Just break the mirrors and get us out!" Winter said ready to kick one of the mirrors over.

"No, no, no!" Gus stopped her, gripping her wrist, "Seven years bad luck if you break a mirror and there are shit tons of them in here."

Winter gave an annoyed sigh, "Fine."

"Besides," Gus said, a cocky grin on his face, "This ain't so bad."

A mirror behind them broke and they both turned to see the damned clown strigoi again.

"Damn, he caught up to us." Gus aimed his pistol and shot, only discover that the vampire clown was a reflection in one of the mirrors. The real one was in the room with them, but neither could tell which one was the real thing.

"Damnit! 7 fucking years!" He spat.

Winter took out her gun, praying that Quinlan would show up soon.

"Gus, its almost time for the sun to set. W-won't they be waking up about now?"

"Don't freak out, we got this!"

"No, we don't!"

"Yes, we do!"

Trisha aimed and pulled the trigger, hitting the real clown in the head. When it hit the ground she sighed in relief, "Gus..."

She received no answer and Gus was no where to be seen.

"G-Gus?!" She panicked, "This shit is so not funny! Where are you?!"

"I'm over here."

She heard him but she didn't see him...

"I wish Quinlan was here! We never should've come here without him! What made you think the Master was in here, anyway?! God, I feel sick..." Winter leaned against one of the mirrors. Disoriented, she looked around and saw many reflections of her friend and partner but she didn't see the real him.

A crash of a mirror was heard before a loud, "Ow..."

"What the crap are you doing?!"

"Trying to find you! I tried to grab you... Apparently that wasn't you! Where the hell are you?!"

Winter huffed and punched the mirror she had been leaning against. She didn't feel her knuckles when they were cut opened but once the mirror fell and completely shattered, she saw Gus standing before her. Cautiously, he reached out and poked her.

"Stop that..." She gave him a warning glare, if it was one thing she hated it was being poked.

"Just had to be sure."

Winter rolled her eyes and spotted another doorway, "There! Is that the way out?"

"Only one way to find out."

The two ran through but it was pitch black. Gus pulled out a flashlight, having to pop it a few good times for it to fully stay lit up. When he pointed it in front of him Winter heard him squeal a short, somewhat girly squeal and he dropped the flashlight.

"What's wrong?!" She jumped.

Gus didn't answer, instead rubbing a hand over his nose and shaking his head. He pointed in front of him and Winter saw a manikin.

"Damn thing... Wait..." He moved and used the flashlight to look around the room. It seemed to be a storage unit of some sort, and it happened to be storing manikins, "This wasn't in the job application when I signed up."

"It might have been, all you focused on was the 'money' part."

The manikins in the far corner were knocked over and piled up. Gus could easily count about twenty of them-

"Gus, they aren't manikins."

"In the corner?"

"Yes! Wait, did you hear that?"

"Shit..."

...

Quinlan ran as fast as he possibly could, annoyed that his two sun hunters ignored his demands to stay. He had told them that they would all go together. Several of his other vampire partners were behind him, breaking up into groups to surround the area.

Once in the middle of the area, he caught a faint scent that he recognized as the exotic smell of Winter's shampoo. Upon following it, he found a trail of red blood that seemed fairly fresh.

The scent took him to a dark doorway and once he was inside he had to question his faith in humanity.

'Mirrors? A maze of...mirrors? How is this entertaining?'

With a growl he kicked the mirror, knocking it to the floor. Elbowing the others, pushing some over with his gun as he made his way through. The commotion caught the attention of the strigoi in the structure. He easily took them out, only having trouble when two came up from behind.

Quinlan flipped the biggest one over his shoulder, shoved the barrel of the gun in his mouth and pulled the trigger before he headbutted the last one. The strigoi, caught off guard, stumbled backwards. Quinlan had time to turn around and nail the creature between the eyes.

Various growls were heard outside but he sensed they were being taken care of by his silent partners. He continued on his way and ran through the doorway on the other side of the room where he discovered manikins laying all over the floor, a few were standing.

He wasn't surprised when one of the manikins turned around and charged at him. One quick shot was the end of him, or her, he couldn't tell.

A few steps forward and he found the flashlight, still turned on.

Something wasn't quite right. He sniffed the air again and caught the fresh yet very strong scent of blood. Gus and Winter were no where to be seen.

"Q!"

He heard Gus' voice and ran to where it had originated which was just outside the storage room. He ran down the few steps then jumped down the drop off. It was a good seven to eight feet before his feet hit the ground. When he saw the man he noticed a big bruise forming on his head with blood running down over the back of his neck. There was no doubt that he had a concussion.

Quinlan caught him just before he fell to the ground, dizziness overtaking him.

"I'm okay, just give me a minute..."

He reached up a hand and examined Gus' head. He would need a doctor of some sort to check this out, a hospital trip was definitely in his future.

"O-okay, maybe I need more than a minute." Gus stuttered after a failed attempt in standing up.

"You're going to a hospital. Where's Winter?"

"I... I don't know. She ran that way. We fell, she hit her head on the concrete. I hit the damn railing. She can't be far, go! Go get her, I'll be alright."

Quinlan took off around the corner as soon as he heard a gunshot. There he saw Winter, standing before several strigoi bodies. She seemed to be fine, until she turned around.

"Quintus?" She started to fall but was caught by his arms.

Once she had turned to face him he saw red pouring over her face, some soaking her hair, dripping off of the lose strands and onto the ground. It was running down her neck, over her chest and staining her shirt.

"Winter, you should've waited for me! Both of you!"

"S-sorry..." She lost consciousness and Quinlan picked her up gently, turning to see Gus stumbling up behind him.

"You two are going to a hospital. Now."

"S-she's not going to like that..."