A/N: I finally updated! I'm so sorry for the long wait, I hate making you guys wait, if anyone's even still reading. This isn't the chapter I wanted to give you after such a long time but I've been struggling massively on how to write the transformation, that's why it's taking so long. So I decided I'm giving you this short, crappy chapter in the meantime so that you at least have something!

"You have to stay here!"

Chloe raised her arms up. "No, really?" Robin looked at his sister, surprised by her sarcastic tone but his mind got overridden with panic. "Can't they like...smell us? We can't hide in here, what are we gonna do, it's too late."

"It's not too late." Vlad interrupted Robin's panicked rambling but his words lacked conviction. He internally cursed at himself, he shouldn't have let Robin and Chloe in in the first place, he knew it was too risky and now here he was, putting their lives even more in danger.

Vlad concentrated on hearing what was going on downstairs. His father was chatting with the arriving guests, introducing them to each other, no one had mentioned Robin and Chloe yet. He had to go downstairs before they started asking questions where the birthday boy was and what was up with the breathers being here.

Vlad took a deep breath. "You're right, they can smell you, we can't throw them off your scent now. Your small weapons won't hold for over fifty vampires and there's no way they will just leave two human beings that are inside the castle alone." Robin and Chloe huffed, disconcerting, but Vlad continued, undeterred.

"However, we could let them think you belong to me and therefore are not allowed to be touched. They won't question having breathers as blood slaves."

Chloe shuddered at the last words. Robin gulped. "Are you sure this would work?"

Vlad nodded. "If anything happens I will be powerful enough to fight them off after the blood mirror and when they find out I'm the Chosen One, they won't try to pick a fight with me anymore."

Robin and Chloe exchanged worried looks.

"I hope you're still going to want to protect us after the transformation", Chloe mumbled quietly, almost like she didn't want him to hear but Vlad's sensitive ears easily picked it up. He looked at her astonished. "What-of course!"

"You don't know what will happen, how much you're gonna change, you might feel the same as all the other vampires and just think of us as food."

"Rubbish", Robin said and glared at his little sister. He had enough of this talk. He knew Chloe wasn't fond of vampires and had her concerns about Vlad but that was ridiculous. Vlad might have changed a bit but he would never be like them. Even though it would make him super cool and Vlad was definitely not cool.

Vlad appreciated Robin's effort but as much as he hated it, Chloe had a valid point. The blood mirror could change everything, hell, the change had already started. But evil vampire or not, he would never hurt his friends.

"That's...not going to happen. Now you stay here and I'll be able to let you out in a few hours. Nothing's gonna change."

He didn't know who he was trying to convince more - Robin and Chloe or himself.

"Vladimir, there you are, come meet your guests!" The Count stretched out his hand when he saw his son finally come downstairs. He put a hand over Vlad's shoulder and guided him to a formidable looking vampire pair.

"What are the breathers still doing here?"

Vlad heard his father's droning voice inside his head. He was using telepathy. The Count had insisted he would teach Vlad telepathy when his powers started to manifest after his 15th birthday. It was very useful and wasn't dark magic so Vlad obliged and was now extremely glad about this skill.

"It's handled. If it comes up, I'll just say they are my blood slaves. These vampires are old school, they will appreciate it."

Vlad could feel that his dad wanted to add something but he only clapped Vlad on his shoulder and greeted the two vampires.

"Maria, so good to see you, you look frighteningly beautiful!" The Count gave the woman, what he would call, one of his most infamous smiles that no lady could resist.

"I could say the same about you, Dracula." She replied with a smile of her own and her man moved just a little closer to her.

"Maria, Nicolae, may I introduce you to my son and my heir, Vladimir Dracula, Vladimir, meet Nicolae and Maria Stroma." The Count put emphasis on 'my heir' and gestured to Vlad with barely hidden pride in his voice. Apparently these two werr important people, Vlad only managed a lopsided smile.

"Vladimir, we finally meet on this night, you must be so excited to finally become a full vampire, our congratulations." His smile resembled more of a grimace now. "Thanks", he croaked out.

Fortunately, they both turned to his father again and Vlad didn't have to make more uncomfortable, dishonest conversation. But then the woman addressed something he had almost forgotten about.

"Now, Dracula, I smell breathers. Please do tell, do you have a special something planned for this event?"

Vlad tensed, it was only a matter of time someone had asked and assumed it was dinner planned for them.

The Count only smiled mildly at the dark haired woman. "They are Vlad's...breathers, unfortunately they are not on the menu. But if he decides to share them with us, I'll let you know."

Maria shook her head. "No need, no need." Vlad was glad his plan worked. Vampires were extremely territorial and if there was something they respected, it was belongings. And therefore Robin and Chloe would be left alone, as long as they believed they were already in someone's possession. Vlad found it repulsive, vampires owning humans, but if it kept the two safe, he was willing to pretend.

So the hour passed by with the Count introducing Vlad to all kind of vampires, young and old but all wealthy and powerful. Most came from Romania and there were a few that Vlad remembered from when he was younger. They were all acquainted with his father, some friendlier than others but it once again made Vlad aware of his father's status in the vampire world and how much pressure there was on him.

He was supposed to step into the Count's footsteps one day and on top of that, he allegedly was the Chosen One, there to lead the vampires to glory. Vlad wasn't even sure what that meant but he knew he didn't want it. Becoming a fully fledged vampire was already bad enough, why did he have to be a special one too?

As if on cue, the bells started ringing, signaling midnight. This was it. The conversations fell silent and everyone gathered around, looking at him.

Vlad felt like he was attending his own funeral. Which wasn't exactly incorrect. In just a matter of hours (minutes? He had no idea how long it would take) his heart would stop beating and he'd officially join the undead. As if it knew it were its last hours, Vlad's heart started racing, he could feel it beating out of his chest. His father joined him at his side and together they walked towards the camera oglindă de sânge - the blood mirror room.

Normally the entire family walked the about to be turned vampire to the door, it was tradition, but his mother hasn't arrived yet. Typical, Vlad thought bitterly, she probably was going to make a dramatic grand entrance later when she didn't have to do any duty anymore or bats forbid, be there for her son. As much as he and the Count disagreed, Vlad knew his father loved him and he was glad for the appreciation he gave him. Something that Ingrid wasn't privy to.

Vlad had known she wasn't going to come, they hadn't had any contact in almost 2 years but he was still disappointed. Ingrid knew what day it was today, he was sure. She might have pretended not to care but there were moments in the past, moments that made him think she didn't fully despise him Moments that made him feel like they were actually a functional family.

"Here we are Vlad." He was taken out of his thoughts and stared at the big wooden door in front of him. He looked at his father whose face was filled with, what he could only call, proud anticipation. A hand squeezed his shoulder. "Take your time, may the best you rise and flourish!" The Count exclaimed dramatically.

Vlad nodded with a lump in his throat that had only gotten bigger. He touched the doorknob with shaking hands and slowly turned it around.

A/N: I really hope the next chapter won't take so long but I still don't know exactly how I want the transformation to be and if I wanna stick to one reflection or go with the show and do the 1000 reflections.I would love to hear your guys' thoughts and ideas on this, and on this chapter, so please comment or talk to me via PM!

Oh and I hope the rumanian is correct, I got this result from at least two different sources, so I guess it must be right.