"Tom, I think you've gone officially nuts." muttered Danny, "How the heck can we be in the 19th century?"

"Well, I hardly know the answer, do I?" Tom snapped back, "What do you take me for, some sort of geek?"

"Well, to be fair, you do have an unhealthy obsession with time travel and what not." said Harry rather reasonably, as Dougie nodded in agreement.

"Okay, so today is 'Lets Gang up on Tom Day', is it?"

"You're being completely ridiculous now." said Danny, rubbing the back of his head.

"Oh, am I?" By this time, Tom's voice had a dangerous note to it, causing Dougie to hide behind Harry.

"Get over yourself, dude. You're such a wimp." said Danny nastily.

"Dan. Two words. SHUT. UP." said Alice, going over to give Dougie a hug, "What are these clothes anyway? I'm wearin' a freakin' corset, and its bloody torture! It feels like I'm gonna die."

"Well, take it off, then." said Danny.

"Not in front of you, pervert!"

"I wouldn't mind if ya did…" Danny yelped in pain, as Alice kicked him in the face.

"Ali, I hope nobody saw that, because we're in a different situation altogether…they could arrest you." whispered Gio anxiously.

"Oh lighten up, Gi. He had it coming to him." Harry inspected his attire with interest. He was wearing a long grey coat with high collar points, a white cravat with a white shirt, a pair of tailored grey trousers, and a pair of sleek black boots. Looking closely, he withdrew a dagger from his coat pocket.

"Huh?"

"HARRY!" roared Tom, brown eyes fixated in horror at the weapon in Harry's hand, "Where the hell did you get that from? Put it away, for goodness sake! The people will think we're psychotic!"

"They'll think we're psychotic regardless, weapons or no weapons. Dougie doesn't look too happy." muttered Danny, trying to staunch the blood gushing from his broken nose. Surely enough, Dougie was looking at his clothes with an expression most commonly classified as disgust.

"What's the matter?" said Tom, concerned.

"Are you kidding me? I look like my great great granddad!" complained Dougie, "And where's my headband? TOM, WHERE IS MY HEADBAND?"

"Why is everyone under the assumption that I know everything there is to know?" lamented Tom, "Hang on, I don't seem to have my glasses, but I can see perfectly well…"

"I knew it!" said Danny triumphantly, "They were fashion specs all along! Haha!"

"I am genuinely short sighted, and I have the prescription to prove it, Jones. Now, button the lip, and follow me."

"Why should we follow you, Tom?" said Harry nonchalantly, "No disrespect to you or anything, but what gives you the right to tell us what to do?"

"Because I'm the eldest, that's why." Tom was steadily beginning to lose patience with the others.

"Huh, that's hardly mature."

"You're one to talk, with that bloody dagger! Where did you get it from?"

"It was inside the coat."

"He's right you know, I've found one too." said Dougie, blonde hair getting in his large blue-green eyes.

"Well, that's hardly surprising, judging by your personal tastes for the risqué in life."

"Watch it, Fletcher! I may be small, but I can still punch you!"

"Excuse me." With a gasp, Tom turned around to see who had tapped him on the shoulder. It was a stern looking young man of about 24, with wavy black hair, and startlingly blue eyes, who had a pair of goggles around his neck, and there was a thin black cane in his hand.

"One would assume that you are all new here." he said coolly, eyes lingering on each of the group in turn, resting on Alice for a longer period of time, before closing his eyes and exhaling.

"What is your purpose?" spoke up Danny boldly.

"I don't like the way that bastard's lookin' at Alice. It pisses me off for some reason!" The young man gave him an icy glare.

"My name is Paislo Makat."

"Erm, you still haven't told us what you want with us." said Harry, frowning.

"Haven't I? How very rude of me. I am a detective, specialising in bestial crimes, and we need all the help we can get."

"Thomas is our vampire expert." said Dougie helpfully.

"Are you now?" said Paislo, with sudden interest, "My my, I thought I was one of a kind, but you've proved me wrong. Very well, it seems that you shall be very useful to us indeed. Now, come with me to the headquarters. The boss will be very pleased with me today, I shall think." As Tom followed the elder, taller man, anxiety was rushing through his head.

"What the hell have I gotten myself into? This is going to take some explaining when we get back. If we get back, even. Oh God. I know things are gonna get worse from now on…"