I would like to begin this chapter by saying… being summoned for jury duty sucks. Luckily I wasn't selected to be part of the jury, so it's all good!

Now back to the plot.

Reviewer Thanks

Scoobycool9: You're getting warmer my friend ;)

Stormbringer128: Aren't we all a little cynical? Though watch yourself on that 'flirt' statement, unless you want to wear a neck brace the rest of your life (Roxxy's threat, not mine). …We shall see if you are right ;) …And yes, it's good to know the gang is friends with so many people. …Luca is still in America, though Edward Jr. may be waiting… *insert eerie music here*

Tracker78: No need to gloat, rofl. …Glad you liked the fluff ^-^ …Is there a difference? …We shall see how the two she-wolves interact (better than how Hunter would react to Liru, lol).

Disclaimer: 'Don't own anything. …Moving on…

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The Fangface gang themselves had their share of strange dreams as well.

Lets start with Fangface's dream.

The werewolf was sitting on the rooftop, accompanied by two other werewolves- one had orange fur with white tips and around the mouth and wore a white cowboy hat, and the other was dark-brown with tan down his abdomen and wore a black fedora hat. What was peculiar was that they both had a single fang like his. 'Are they cousins of mine?' he wondered.

"There he goes!" The dark-brown werewolf said, having a Texan-drawl. He was pointing upward at the sky. "Dang, that boy knows how to take to the skies!"

"Just as long as his ol' man doesn't catch him," The orange werewolf added, having a Brooklyn accent.

"YOUNG MAN, YOU GET BACK DOWN HERE THIS SECOND!" a familiar voice shouted from below, and Fangface could easily tell who it was, having heard it at that volume hundreds of times before.

Fangface looked over the edge at his best friend. 'Pugs? (grr) Hey, how'd he get here?' he thought. 'This is supposed to be MY dream-sequence!'

Someone shot past him in a blur, almost knocking him off the roof. "Whoa!" he gasped, regaining his balance. "(snarl) Alright, who's the wise-guy?"

"Hey! Off the board, pipsqueak!" Another voice snarled, and yet another werewolf ran by, leaping off the roof and landing on the flying surf-board. This one looked just like Fangface, but with blonde hair on top. The board had stopped, and Fangface noticed that a young boy, maybe six, had been riding the board, having blonde hair and blue-gray eyes.

"Aw, c'mon, I was just about to bust a 360!" the boy complained as the werewolf picked him up, making the board hover down.

"Yeah, and you'd probably bust my board in the process, which would result in you busting your neck, and then your dad would bust some butts for letting you run off with my board, buster!" He then handed the boy over to Puggsy.

"How many times do I have to tell you not to do stupified stunts?" Puggsy snapped. "You're lucky I don't tell your mother about this,"

"Which one?" The boy questioned.

"Don't get smart with me, boy. You're already in enough trouble as it is…" Puggsy took the child inside then.

"Ooh, he's gonna get it now, I bet," The orange werewolf said, suppressing a chuckle.

"Yeah, yeah…" The dark-brown werewolf agreed, and they smirked at each other. "Lets go watch!"

The two werewolves climbed off the roof, though Fangface sat there stunned. "Puggsy has a KID?" he gasped.

When he woke up, he shook his head. "(grr) Man, what a dream. …Roxxy's right, I oughtta cut-down on the junk-food, (grr)" he told himself.

Speaking of Puggsy, he had quite a vision of his own.

Lets take a peek, shall we?

There he was, standing in a cemetery. It looked ancient, all the tombstones cracking and the fence around the area rusting, weeds growing here and there, dark trees growing all around. There weren't all that many tombstones, and there was a small cottage in the distance. He walked along, looking at the tombstones, trying to see if there were any familiar names.

Abigail Bellington and Samford Bellington, both dying in 1578... Their names didn't ring a bell.

Charlotte Vandeguarde, died 1583. O'Brian Vandeguarde, died 1570... No clue who they were.

Jonathan Vandeguarde, died 1579... Puggsy rubbed his chin. The other two Vandeguardes weren't familiar to him, but he felt he had heard this name before, yet couldn't remember where.

He kept walking, coming across several Romanian names, some of them hard to pronounce. There were some names that seemed less native to the country. Everetteson, McRally, Hasslehoff, Conrad, Fangsworth, Williamson…

Puggsy froze. 'Fangsworth?' he thought, and turned back to the tombstones, studying them.

Peter Fangsworth and Angela Fangsworth, both died 1579.

Zachary Fangsworth, born 1562, died 1579.

"Tragic, isn't it?" A Romanian voice asked, and Puggsy jumped, turning around. At first he thought he was looking into a mirror… then he noticed the black cloak, and that his doppelganger was slightly taller. The familiar-stranger showed no emotion, but slinked past him, looking at the graves. "I knew many of these people… Some of them died from illness, or had grown too old to carry on with life. For others, however…" he approached the Fangsworth grave, looking at it and Jonathan's grave. "Life was taken from them, during a horrid time too."

Puggsy blinked, but gazed at the names on the graves again. "These guys died in the same year," he pointed out.

His solemn double nodded. "By the same fate, too… one that was tied to theirs," he pointed to the Bellington graves. He sighed, heavily. "Sometimes people just can't let go of their grudges, and take it out on those who don't deserve it. They think that when someone hurts them, everyone else is the same… not realizing there is good left in the world, somewhere."

He looked at his twin. "Who did it?"

"What does it matter? He got his in the end… or have you forgotten?"

For a brief moment, Puggsy heard distance gunshots, followed by a mournful scream, and a transparent image of a corpse turning to dust appeared but quickly faded. "What…?"

"Ah. Still have some to recover, don't you? Don't strain your brain trying to recall- I doubt it could muster that much strength anyway- otherwise it will take longer to retrieve what you have lost."

Puggsy stared at him, confused, angry, stunned, and annoyed. "What are you talking about? Who ARE you?"

The familiar-stranger looked at him, his eyes dark… and a grin then appeared on his face, showing fangs. "In time, cousin. In time…" He then faded, along with the rest of the dream.

Puggsy shot up, gasping, looking around. To his relief, he was still on the boat, not a tombstone or doppelganger in sight. Something nudged him just then, and at first he thought Roxxy was kicking in her sleep again, though it turned out to be Biff, who was in the middle of an odd dream, too.

Shall we venture into his subconscious? Lets.

"Run! RUN!" A girl was screaming. She had brown hair and brown eyes, and wore all-black. A boy with brown hair and violet-purple eyes followed her, wearing an orange shirt and black jeans.

"You don't have to tell me twice!" The boy responded, and they both leaped over some shrubs, rolling into a ditch and hiding beneath some undergrowth.

Biff watched as some cloaked figures passed by. "Lost 'em again…" one muttered.

"Dammit!" The other replied, sheathing a knife. "What's it gonna take to catch these brats?"

"You both forget, they're the offspring of those meddlers and OC," said a third cloaked figure, approaching. "Especially with that vampire helping them. Obviously they've learned all the tricks," they took out a vial, filled with purple liquid. "Which is why we must dispose of them before they succeed in their mission."

"No shit, Sherlock," The first cloaked figure sneered, and they continued on.

Biff arched an eyebrow, recognizing the liquid. He decided to check on the kids before thinking more of it, looking over the edge at them. "C'mon, we've got to get to my dad, and fast," the girl was saying, pulling out a red jewel. "Before those creeps catch up to us,"

"Yeah… you think this is the right gem?" The boy asked, grabbing the gem and sticking it under a black-and-orange cap he wore.

"I hope so. We've risked our necks too much this time retrieving it," She then stood up, grabbing the boy's hand. "C'mon, lets get out of here,"

The boy climbed onto her back- surprising Biff at how strong she was- and in a blur they shot off, disappearing in a blink of an eye.

Biff awoke, just as confused as Puggsy had been. Who were those kids? What was so important about that jewel they had? And why did those cloaked figures have a vial filled with the same purple liquid that was nearly used on Fangs? "Had a weird dream too, huh?" Puggsy asked him, studying his confused expression. "You're not alone,"

"You too?" Biff asked, bewildered. "Man, everyone must be having crazy dreams…"

He was right, though it wouldn't count as everyone if we just stopped there.

On to Kim's dream!

She was walking down a hallway, following two girls… no, scratch that. A girl and a she-wolf! The girl had brown hair and wore goggles, and the shewolf had black fur with red hair. "Don't worry, Drew, you've gone through this before, remember?" the girl was saying to the she-wolf.

"No, my human-half went through it!" The she-wolf, Drew, corrected. "I don't know anything about child-birth! How will I know the child is coming? What if something goes wrong? Do I strangle my husband before or after the labor? What do I do if-"

"Calm down, wolf-girl! You'll know when the time is right, trust me."

"Okay… sorry, must be the hormones kicking in," Drew gave a soft chuckle. "Plus, on the bright side, I won't have to worry about some creep coming after my kids,"

"Exactly!"

A shadowed figure passed by them just then, and Kim almost cried out-

"Very funny, Edwin. Nice try," The girl said, spinning around and catching the stranger off-guard. "You know you can't sneak up on us THAT easily,"

Edwin snapped his fingers. "Drat. I must be losing my touch," he said, feigning disappointment.

They all chuckled and continued walking. Kim scratched her head, wondering where she had seen those faces before… and why they were walking through her old apartment complex!

She opened her eyes, sitting up and rubbing her head. "I think I've been traveling too much," she told herself, then stood up to go up on deck for some fresh air.

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The boat reached London at a slow pace… too slow for the gang, especially since some of the passengers *cough*Roxxy*cough* got so bored they resulted in trying to sneak into the other rooms, resulting into getting thrown out, followed by the threat of swimming the rest of the way. No one knew why, but that threat sent shivers down Roxxy's spine, especially after noticing how uneasily she stared at the ocean waves from the deck.

"Something wrong?" Severus asked, standing beside her that day. "You look like you just saw a ghost,"

Roxxy sneered. "Maybe I did, you never know," she retorted. "We've already seen werewolves, vampires, dragons, aliens, and psycho-nurses. Seeing a ghost would be new,"

"True. …Speaking of the weird, have any new dreams?"

Thinking about her dream last night reminded Roxxy of seeing Severus and Kim holding hands, and she turned away. "Nah, nothing new, just the same ol' freaky visions," she lied, acting casual. "You?"

He shrugged. "Dreamt I was a werewolf like Fangface and nearly mauled a girl's face off,"

Roxxy nodded. "Nice,"

The boat pulled into the docks minutes later, and the passengers got off. "We'll be setting up in a field down Maple Road," Hal told them before they parted. "Feel free to drop by if you need help with anything,"

"We will. Thanks again," Biff said, shaking his hand, then walked off with the others, heading into town.

"So, do you remember where this shop may be?" Kristy asked Severus.

"Yeah… I think it's down this street. C'mon," Severus replied, showing them the way.

Good news: They found the shop.

Bad news: It was abandoned, and had a "Quarantine" sign hanging over it.

Safe to say it hasn't been open in a while.

"Well, folks, I'd say we're shit outta luck," Roxxy deadpanned.

"Hold on…" Severus said, walking toward the shop. Something didn't seem right… like he knew there was more to this store than met the eye.

Something caught his eye just then, a piece of paper sticking out of the door. He grabbed it, seeing it was a message:

Go to Kiki's Café tonight, 9 PM

"(snarl) What ya got there, Sev?" Fangface asked, looking over his shoulder.

"Check it out," Severus replied, showing the message to the others. "I think we've got a new clue,"

"Kiki's Café?" Roxxy questioned, arching an eyebrow. "Why would we go to some diner?"

"The real question is, who left the message?" Kim asked.

"Well, we won't know until we meet them," Biff answered.

"But what if it's not for us?" Kristy asked. "It could have been left for someone else,"

Severus looked at the paper, catching something else. "Maybe because it says, 'Severus, Kristy, and/or Roxxy, read this'," he answered.

"Okay… freaky." Roxxy commented.

"Looks like someone's been keeping an eye on us," Biff said, rubbing his chin.

"You think we should go?" Kristy asked. "I mean, what if they're working with the Edison Group?"

"Yeah, yeah, what if? (grr)" Fangface repeated.

"It's a chance we'll have to take, if we're going to get some answers," Puggsy replied. "No matter how crazified the situation seems,"

"He's right. We've got to find out somehow, and this may be our only chance," Severus agreed, pocketing the message. "Only problem is, what are we going to do until nine o'clock?"

They looked at one another. "(grr) Anyone feel like going to the carnival?" Fangface suggested, shrugging.

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A/N: Next chapter, some carnival fun!

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