Death comes in packs.
Disclaimer: I don't own LXG, but I do own Jekyll I won him in a poker game!
A/N: Thank you my reviewers your beautiful! And a special thanks to these wonderful sites that helped me out so.
And to All Holy Smartness: I have read many of the original books. Somehow the fact that Jekyll was a bit gay in the books (He wasn't in the movie mind you.) makes this a bit more a challenge. You are aware that this is a Fanfiction, right? I will change it to suit my fancy. This is based off the movie. Although I have read the comics, but as you can see this IS under the Movies not the Comics. I wasn't very fond of Griffin in the comics, I like Skinner just a wee bit more. Thank you for the compliments and all, please keep reading.
Chapter three, Location and temptation.
The storm raged on outside, thunder crashing as lightning tore the sky asunder so that night become day. The rain pounded the shingles mercilessly, and the wind howled the loan mournful wail of a ghost. But still the occupants of Dr. Henry Jekyll's home slept on. That is, all but for two.
Jekyll walked down the hallway, darkened save for the flashes of light caused by the storm, but still that wasn't much to see by. He hung his head in weariness it was no use. He couldn't sleep. The temptation to drink the serum was getting worse than ever. Hyde wanted out, and that was all there was to it. He pulled his house coat a little closer to his slim form, not only from the cold draft blowing threw the house, but from the cold his blood ran, every instant he had to think of letting that monster out.
It's no use, Hyde's monstrous voice echoed through his brain, as he neared the library door. You can't resist me much longer. You're weak. You're pathetic! You worm! Do you honestly think you can keep me here forever?!? You can't you know you can't, don't you? Just let me out, we'll have fun, I promise. Admit it you enjoy it when you let me out.
No! Jekyll yelled in his mind. He didn't! Hyde was a monster. He hated him! He didn't want him. And yet--
And yet you can't resist me. You like it when I'm out. Everyone looks at me. I'm useful. What can you do? No one looks at you. You can't do anything. You pathetic sniveling wor-- Hyde's words were cut short as Jekyll swung open the library's wooden door.
Everything was as it should have been, with the exception of one person sitting with her knees drawn up in her chair, in front of the glowing fire.
At the sound of the door opening Sara looked up. "Hello Henry." She said wearily, He could see the bags under her eyes. "Couldn't sleep either?"
"N-no." He stuttered and walked over towards the fire.
"I'm sorry for coming in here like this." She apologized. "I couldn't sleep so I went down stairs and made some tea." She gestured towards the tea tray she had on the table beside her.
"It's no trouble at all." He said and sat down in the chair adjacent from her. Sara poured him a cup of the tea; he graciously accepted it, thanking her.
Sara looked down at the white linen nightgown and housecoat she'd brought with her. She'd had a bath since earlier this afternoon and was feeling clean now that the mud was out of her hair. She ran a nervous hand through it; it felt soft almost like rabbit fur. Or wolf fur, a sadistic voice said somewhere in the back of her brain. "So," she began looking up, the firelight playing shadows across her face, in the distance more thunder boomed. "Why couldn't you sleep? Don't tell me it was the storm, I know it wasn't."
Jekyll thought for a moment, "It was more Hyde than anything else. He wants to be let out. But I can't do that, not here, not now." He fidgeted nervously with his gold pocket watch that he always had with him.
"I know what you mean, it's going to be a full moon in two days." She glanced out the back window of the library. She could see anything it was black as pitch outside. But still she looked grave, like the full moon was coming over the horizon early just to spite her.
They' talked about they were going to do. Sara explained what she'd always done the past twenty-three years.
***
"Lock me in the cellar." She said, "Give me enough food and water for three days, and no matter what you hear down there, do not let me out until the morning of the fourth day."
"But won't you be human during the day?" Sawyer had asked, he recalled the legend of a werewolf that hunted down in the Mississippi area, it was mainly to scare kids so they wouldn't sneak out at night, but that had never stopped him or Huck for that matter.
"Yes, I'll be human in body, but not necessarily in mind. I still could be thinking like the monster I become at night, I may scratch or bite someone. It's safer, for all of us, for me to stay down there."
***
She clasped her hands, which even now, still had her black leather gloves on them. "Sometimes I think it would be easier to give in. To go back to Ireland and run with the pack." She looked into the fire like she could see the eerie woods of her homeland. "But then, I think about the night I saw my father draped across the shoulder of that monster, standing there in the mist, looking at me through that one horrible eye. And I know I could never do it." She smiled and looked up at him. "It's silly really." Her face was smiling but the lines on her face told the story of a little girl who was old before her time, a girl who had to be locked in a cold, dark cellar once a month with only the rats she ate for company.
Jekyll looked up and almost involuntarily said, "No, it's not." He didn't stop to think about what he was going to say next, "You think it would be easier to give in, because it would be, but you know it's not right. And that's what makes the difference between what is right and what is easy."
Sara paused for a moment, "You're right you know," she took a sip of her tea and set it down in the saucer while Jekyll looked curiously at her, "I made up my mind long ago, not to be an animal like HE is. But it's so hard sometimes, with the alternative just sitting there in front of you, mocking your hardships and trials." She sighed and rubbed her forehead; "I've spent twelve long years in failure and eleven years in indecision. And soon it maybe over." She drew her knees up to her chest and looked into the fire, "But then what? Am I just to be some animal roaming Ireland in search of a purpose?"
The thunder crashed out side and rain pelted the window, "You could always stay here." Sara looked at him startled. "Y-You could be part of the League. You are after all extraordinary."
She beamed at him, then her thoughts darkened, "You say that now wait five days, then we will talk more of this. But now I look for sleep that will 'knit up the raveled sleeve of care.' Henry I'm so tired, of all of this."
His eyes brightened, "Shakespeare's Macbeth, correct?"
"Yes, it is."
"I don't suppose you've seen Hamlet?"
"The memory be green'" She quoted, smiling.
And then they were off talking of things past, things lost, and things meant to be remembered.
***Two days later***
Sara walked somberly towards the wooden cellar door; her mind was already racing, yearning for the hunt. She had gotten to know the members of the League over the past two days, and she grew more and more fond of them. Henry in particular.
Skinner reminded her so much of her brother Thomas, he'd b thirty- five now. She hadn't seen him in twelve years. He probably had a family now; a wife and maybe some children, she sighed, she did miss him
She glanced at the door hatefully like it was the source of all her problems in this world, as everyone followed her to the cellar. They'd already put enough food and water down there for four days, just in case. Everyone one was apprehensive; the sun was only a few minutes from setting. But none more than she was, her transformations were at the best of times unpleasant. "Now remember, no matter what you hear, do NOT let me out until the dawn of the fourth day."
"We understand, Miss. O'Connor." Nemo said pointedly he didn't understand why she transformed, and he didn't want to. His science had reason, and cause, her monthly transformations had no real reason that he could decipher, much like Mina, Skinner, and Jekyll.
"Nemo, please, just call me Sara, Miss. O'Connor makes me sound so dreadfully old." She pulled open the old door, "Make sure you bar this or I will get through it." She bent down and placed the small bundle of clothes she had brought down with her, making sure to place her gloves on top. "Well, I'll see you all in three days." Turning around she walked down the stairs to the dirt bottom of the cellar, as she reached the final step, the door was shut, barred, and locked. All the light was blotted out and her transformation began.
She screamed in agony as her skin began to crawl as the bones underneath them began to grow, and muscles developed, hair began to sprout all over her body, her face began to morph, her nose and mouth grew until they were a wolf like snout. Her teeth lengthened and sharpened. She screamed again only this time it came out as a series of painful howls through her half formed maw. Her fingers grew and nails lengthen to claws. Her clothes ripped and tore until they were nothing more than rags. The base of her spine erupted in pain as a tail grew from nothing. She cried out in an inhuman shriek and as soon as it had started it was over.
She hunched down all human thoughts gone, sweat rolled off the skin underneath the fur. Then she lifted her head and sniffed the air. She smelled something, warm, something alive, something in the corner, she pounced and broke its spine and ripped at the sweet tender flesh, she ate flesh bone and marrow, all crushed easily in her massive jaws. She howled at the feeding, and rejoiced in the killing.
Outside the cellar door, every member of the League tensed, as they heard the sounds that echoed up towards them. At the first sounds of the transformation, everyone remained quiet. Then as one turned to Jekyll.
"I say mate, is that what your transformations are like? Because if they feel half as bad as that sounds the I owe you a great deal of respect." Skinner said tipping his hat at him. Jekyll nodded and fidgeted with his pocket watch.
Sawyer whistled as the second howl was heard through the door, and Mina shook her head from side to side. Nemo however stood straight and tall taking his eyes from neither Jekyll nor the door.
Suddenly there came a high-pitched squeal that was ended just as quickly with a sickening crack. Hyde's laughter echoed inside Jekyll's head: A wolf in sheep's clothing indeed.
"Sounds like she got a rat." Sawyer said, "I heard one sound like that once, there was this old dog that used chase rats 'round our town, me and Huck saw it corner this big wolf rat one day. The thing pounced on it," He snapped his fingers, "just like that and broke its spine. Sounded just like that too." He looked up at Jekyll who was still fiddling with his watch, "You got any rats down their doc?"
He thought for a moment, "I suppose so. It seems logical that I would have rats in my cellar." He answered.
Nemo crossed his arms, "We have three days until she can be let out, and we may as well get our rest. We will be leaving in a week from today."
"Always looking out for our welfare huh, caption? Heh." Skinner said sarcastically. He looked coy as he could through his grease painted face.
"Still he is right." Mina mused. "We should get some rest. I don't think any of us slept well through that storm last night."
"We have worse in the Mississippi." Sawyer pointed out.
"Yes, but we are not there are we?"
"You got me there."
They all walked towards their rooms, but Jekyll cast one last glance at the cellar door before leaving.
They wouldn't get much sleep in the three days that followed, the howls, growls and other unmentionable sounds echoed through out the building.
***Three days later.***
They all gathered round the small wooden door of the cellar. The full moon was spent, and Sara could be let out. The three days that she had been down in the cellar were peaceful, sunny and a bit cool for autumn. Mina and Jekyll spent their time in the library while Nemo and Sawyer spent their time aboard the Nautilus, as for Skinner, well who could say were he had gone to.
Jekyll fumbled with the keys after unbarring the door. There wasn't a sound coming from inside the room. He turned the key and pulled open the door. Sara fell on top of him. Jekyll stumbled back under the sudden weight.
Sara was worse for the wear; her cloths were in tatters, still covering most of her body but barely more than rags. Her hair was filthy and matted with sweat as was the rest of her body, which was covered in dirt from the cellar walls and floor; dirt was even jammed into her nails. She looked up at him and grinned sheepishly. There was dried blood on her lips.
"I'm back." She breathed heavily. "May I please have a glass of water," then she was asleep.
He eased to the floor, sliding her from his shoulder, but still holding her in his arms. Mina descended on the both of them, checking her pulse, breathing, and forehead for fever. She had a slight one but that was more than likely from lack of sleep. The she tisked over her dirt covered body and announced she was going to give her a bath. Sawyer helped her carrying her, and the pile of clothes near the door.
"Be careful of her fingernails, don't let them scratch you." Mina warned.
"I'm careful." He snorted back.
After they had disappeared down the hallway, Jekyll, Nemo and Skinner were left.
"Well," Skinner said clearing his throat. "She was a right state."
"That was to expected, she did spend three days in a darkened cellar." Nemo said logically.
"Yes. I suppose you'd be dirty to." Jekyll said rubbing his hands together.
"Not that you'd see it." He joked tipping his hat back, "Well ifin you'll 'scuse me gents I'll be off now." He dropped the hat and took off his coat and was gone--literally.
Not two minutes later when Sawyer had rejoined the two others, they heard Mina's voice call out in rage. "SKINNER GET OUT OF HERE! PUT SOME CLOTHES ON AND IF I EVER CATCH YOU IN THE BATHROOM AGAIN I'LL HAVE YOU BLOOD!" Then there was a smack, a thud and the sound of bare feet slapping tile, then a slamming door.
"Well, it's not like its that big of a fuss!" Skinner yelled back. "I walk around naked all the time!"
The door opened and there was the sound of breaking glass, another thud and then the door slamming.
Twenty minutes later, Skinner came to join them, fully clothed and with his greasepaint mask on. There was however three noticeably lumps on his face.
**The next day**
Sara came to join them in the library and took her accustomed chair by the fire. She felt clean, refreshed, and for the first time in a long while contented. She stretched, as she settled herself in comfortably. "Good day all."
"Good day to you Miss---Sara." Nemo caught himself; he looked up from his map. "We will be leaving when the sun sets, I trust you are ready?"
"Yes, Tempus fugit et nos fugimus in illus." She said wearily.
Mina, Nemo and Jekyll nodded, but Sawyer and Skinner looked at her dumbfounded, so she elaborated, "It's Latin, it means: Time Flies and we fly with it."
"I must ask you, what is our direct course in Ireland, where shall we begin our search?" Nemo asked, brooding once again over his map. Sara sighed, she was hard pressed to get up, and trundled over to the table were the map was laid out, the four corners were waited down with clear glass weights.
She brooded over the map Nemo style for a moment before pointing to the mid south, "That is our destination, Captain, County Tipperary, I tracked the wolf man as far as there. My guess is that when he attacked my home, he was sweeping the country and finally settled there." She paused for a moment and brooded, "From what I gathered he's got a whole pack with him."
At this Mina looked up from her medical journal, "A pack of wolves or werewolves?"
Sara marked the spot on the map with a small marble, and walked over to her own small carpet bag, she rummaged through it for a moment, sifting clothes and odds n' ends, until she found a small red, leather bound, weatherworn journal. She walked over to her accustomed seat next to the fire and flipped through it for a few moments, coming never the end, she read for a moment. "From what I can tell no. I don't exactly remember. The day I wrote this was the first day of the full moon. After that, I set off to come here. And thus here I am."
"How can we best guard against becoming a werewolf ourselves?" Nemo asked knowledgably.
"Wear long sleeves." Sara said sheepishly.
Disclaimer: I don't own LXG, but I do own Jekyll I won him in a poker game!
A/N: Thank you my reviewers your beautiful! And a special thanks to these wonderful sites that helped me out so.
And to All Holy Smartness: I have read many of the original books. Somehow the fact that Jekyll was a bit gay in the books (He wasn't in the movie mind you.) makes this a bit more a challenge. You are aware that this is a Fanfiction, right? I will change it to suit my fancy. This is based off the movie. Although I have read the comics, but as you can see this IS under the Movies not the Comics. I wasn't very fond of Griffin in the comics, I like Skinner just a wee bit more. Thank you for the compliments and all, please keep reading.
Chapter three, Location and temptation.
The storm raged on outside, thunder crashing as lightning tore the sky asunder so that night become day. The rain pounded the shingles mercilessly, and the wind howled the loan mournful wail of a ghost. But still the occupants of Dr. Henry Jekyll's home slept on. That is, all but for two.
Jekyll walked down the hallway, darkened save for the flashes of light caused by the storm, but still that wasn't much to see by. He hung his head in weariness it was no use. He couldn't sleep. The temptation to drink the serum was getting worse than ever. Hyde wanted out, and that was all there was to it. He pulled his house coat a little closer to his slim form, not only from the cold draft blowing threw the house, but from the cold his blood ran, every instant he had to think of letting that monster out.
It's no use, Hyde's monstrous voice echoed through his brain, as he neared the library door. You can't resist me much longer. You're weak. You're pathetic! You worm! Do you honestly think you can keep me here forever?!? You can't you know you can't, don't you? Just let me out, we'll have fun, I promise. Admit it you enjoy it when you let me out.
No! Jekyll yelled in his mind. He didn't! Hyde was a monster. He hated him! He didn't want him. And yet--
And yet you can't resist me. You like it when I'm out. Everyone looks at me. I'm useful. What can you do? No one looks at you. You can't do anything. You pathetic sniveling wor-- Hyde's words were cut short as Jekyll swung open the library's wooden door.
Everything was as it should have been, with the exception of one person sitting with her knees drawn up in her chair, in front of the glowing fire.
At the sound of the door opening Sara looked up. "Hello Henry." She said wearily, He could see the bags under her eyes. "Couldn't sleep either?"
"N-no." He stuttered and walked over towards the fire.
"I'm sorry for coming in here like this." She apologized. "I couldn't sleep so I went down stairs and made some tea." She gestured towards the tea tray she had on the table beside her.
"It's no trouble at all." He said and sat down in the chair adjacent from her. Sara poured him a cup of the tea; he graciously accepted it, thanking her.
Sara looked down at the white linen nightgown and housecoat she'd brought with her. She'd had a bath since earlier this afternoon and was feeling clean now that the mud was out of her hair. She ran a nervous hand through it; it felt soft almost like rabbit fur. Or wolf fur, a sadistic voice said somewhere in the back of her brain. "So," she began looking up, the firelight playing shadows across her face, in the distance more thunder boomed. "Why couldn't you sleep? Don't tell me it was the storm, I know it wasn't."
Jekyll thought for a moment, "It was more Hyde than anything else. He wants to be let out. But I can't do that, not here, not now." He fidgeted nervously with his gold pocket watch that he always had with him.
"I know what you mean, it's going to be a full moon in two days." She glanced out the back window of the library. She could see anything it was black as pitch outside. But still she looked grave, like the full moon was coming over the horizon early just to spite her.
They' talked about they were going to do. Sara explained what she'd always done the past twenty-three years.
***
"Lock me in the cellar." She said, "Give me enough food and water for three days, and no matter what you hear down there, do not let me out until the morning of the fourth day."
"But won't you be human during the day?" Sawyer had asked, he recalled the legend of a werewolf that hunted down in the Mississippi area, it was mainly to scare kids so they wouldn't sneak out at night, but that had never stopped him or Huck for that matter.
"Yes, I'll be human in body, but not necessarily in mind. I still could be thinking like the monster I become at night, I may scratch or bite someone. It's safer, for all of us, for me to stay down there."
***
She clasped her hands, which even now, still had her black leather gloves on them. "Sometimes I think it would be easier to give in. To go back to Ireland and run with the pack." She looked into the fire like she could see the eerie woods of her homeland. "But then, I think about the night I saw my father draped across the shoulder of that monster, standing there in the mist, looking at me through that one horrible eye. And I know I could never do it." She smiled and looked up at him. "It's silly really." Her face was smiling but the lines on her face told the story of a little girl who was old before her time, a girl who had to be locked in a cold, dark cellar once a month with only the rats she ate for company.
Jekyll looked up and almost involuntarily said, "No, it's not." He didn't stop to think about what he was going to say next, "You think it would be easier to give in, because it would be, but you know it's not right. And that's what makes the difference between what is right and what is easy."
Sara paused for a moment, "You're right you know," she took a sip of her tea and set it down in the saucer while Jekyll looked curiously at her, "I made up my mind long ago, not to be an animal like HE is. But it's so hard sometimes, with the alternative just sitting there in front of you, mocking your hardships and trials." She sighed and rubbed her forehead; "I've spent twelve long years in failure and eleven years in indecision. And soon it maybe over." She drew her knees up to her chest and looked into the fire, "But then what? Am I just to be some animal roaming Ireland in search of a purpose?"
The thunder crashed out side and rain pelted the window, "You could always stay here." Sara looked at him startled. "Y-You could be part of the League. You are after all extraordinary."
She beamed at him, then her thoughts darkened, "You say that now wait five days, then we will talk more of this. But now I look for sleep that will 'knit up the raveled sleeve of care.' Henry I'm so tired, of all of this."
His eyes brightened, "Shakespeare's Macbeth, correct?"
"Yes, it is."
"I don't suppose you've seen Hamlet?"
"The memory be green'" She quoted, smiling.
And then they were off talking of things past, things lost, and things meant to be remembered.
***Two days later***
Sara walked somberly towards the wooden cellar door; her mind was already racing, yearning for the hunt. She had gotten to know the members of the League over the past two days, and she grew more and more fond of them. Henry in particular.
Skinner reminded her so much of her brother Thomas, he'd b thirty- five now. She hadn't seen him in twelve years. He probably had a family now; a wife and maybe some children, she sighed, she did miss him
She glanced at the door hatefully like it was the source of all her problems in this world, as everyone followed her to the cellar. They'd already put enough food and water down there for four days, just in case. Everyone one was apprehensive; the sun was only a few minutes from setting. But none more than she was, her transformations were at the best of times unpleasant. "Now remember, no matter what you hear, do NOT let me out until the dawn of the fourth day."
"We understand, Miss. O'Connor." Nemo said pointedly he didn't understand why she transformed, and he didn't want to. His science had reason, and cause, her monthly transformations had no real reason that he could decipher, much like Mina, Skinner, and Jekyll.
"Nemo, please, just call me Sara, Miss. O'Connor makes me sound so dreadfully old." She pulled open the old door, "Make sure you bar this or I will get through it." She bent down and placed the small bundle of clothes she had brought down with her, making sure to place her gloves on top. "Well, I'll see you all in three days." Turning around she walked down the stairs to the dirt bottom of the cellar, as she reached the final step, the door was shut, barred, and locked. All the light was blotted out and her transformation began.
She screamed in agony as her skin began to crawl as the bones underneath them began to grow, and muscles developed, hair began to sprout all over her body, her face began to morph, her nose and mouth grew until they were a wolf like snout. Her teeth lengthened and sharpened. She screamed again only this time it came out as a series of painful howls through her half formed maw. Her fingers grew and nails lengthen to claws. Her clothes ripped and tore until they were nothing more than rags. The base of her spine erupted in pain as a tail grew from nothing. She cried out in an inhuman shriek and as soon as it had started it was over.
She hunched down all human thoughts gone, sweat rolled off the skin underneath the fur. Then she lifted her head and sniffed the air. She smelled something, warm, something alive, something in the corner, she pounced and broke its spine and ripped at the sweet tender flesh, she ate flesh bone and marrow, all crushed easily in her massive jaws. She howled at the feeding, and rejoiced in the killing.
Outside the cellar door, every member of the League tensed, as they heard the sounds that echoed up towards them. At the first sounds of the transformation, everyone remained quiet. Then as one turned to Jekyll.
"I say mate, is that what your transformations are like? Because if they feel half as bad as that sounds the I owe you a great deal of respect." Skinner said tipping his hat at him. Jekyll nodded and fidgeted with his pocket watch.
Sawyer whistled as the second howl was heard through the door, and Mina shook her head from side to side. Nemo however stood straight and tall taking his eyes from neither Jekyll nor the door.
Suddenly there came a high-pitched squeal that was ended just as quickly with a sickening crack. Hyde's laughter echoed inside Jekyll's head: A wolf in sheep's clothing indeed.
"Sounds like she got a rat." Sawyer said, "I heard one sound like that once, there was this old dog that used chase rats 'round our town, me and Huck saw it corner this big wolf rat one day. The thing pounced on it," He snapped his fingers, "just like that and broke its spine. Sounded just like that too." He looked up at Jekyll who was still fiddling with his watch, "You got any rats down their doc?"
He thought for a moment, "I suppose so. It seems logical that I would have rats in my cellar." He answered.
Nemo crossed his arms, "We have three days until she can be let out, and we may as well get our rest. We will be leaving in a week from today."
"Always looking out for our welfare huh, caption? Heh." Skinner said sarcastically. He looked coy as he could through his grease painted face.
"Still he is right." Mina mused. "We should get some rest. I don't think any of us slept well through that storm last night."
"We have worse in the Mississippi." Sawyer pointed out.
"Yes, but we are not there are we?"
"You got me there."
They all walked towards their rooms, but Jekyll cast one last glance at the cellar door before leaving.
They wouldn't get much sleep in the three days that followed, the howls, growls and other unmentionable sounds echoed through out the building.
***Three days later.***
They all gathered round the small wooden door of the cellar. The full moon was spent, and Sara could be let out. The three days that she had been down in the cellar were peaceful, sunny and a bit cool for autumn. Mina and Jekyll spent their time in the library while Nemo and Sawyer spent their time aboard the Nautilus, as for Skinner, well who could say were he had gone to.
Jekyll fumbled with the keys after unbarring the door. There wasn't a sound coming from inside the room. He turned the key and pulled open the door. Sara fell on top of him. Jekyll stumbled back under the sudden weight.
Sara was worse for the wear; her cloths were in tatters, still covering most of her body but barely more than rags. Her hair was filthy and matted with sweat as was the rest of her body, which was covered in dirt from the cellar walls and floor; dirt was even jammed into her nails. She looked up at him and grinned sheepishly. There was dried blood on her lips.
"I'm back." She breathed heavily. "May I please have a glass of water," then she was asleep.
He eased to the floor, sliding her from his shoulder, but still holding her in his arms. Mina descended on the both of them, checking her pulse, breathing, and forehead for fever. She had a slight one but that was more than likely from lack of sleep. The she tisked over her dirt covered body and announced she was going to give her a bath. Sawyer helped her carrying her, and the pile of clothes near the door.
"Be careful of her fingernails, don't let them scratch you." Mina warned.
"I'm careful." He snorted back.
After they had disappeared down the hallway, Jekyll, Nemo and Skinner were left.
"Well," Skinner said clearing his throat. "She was a right state."
"That was to expected, she did spend three days in a darkened cellar." Nemo said logically.
"Yes. I suppose you'd be dirty to." Jekyll said rubbing his hands together.
"Not that you'd see it." He joked tipping his hat back, "Well ifin you'll 'scuse me gents I'll be off now." He dropped the hat and took off his coat and was gone--literally.
Not two minutes later when Sawyer had rejoined the two others, they heard Mina's voice call out in rage. "SKINNER GET OUT OF HERE! PUT SOME CLOTHES ON AND IF I EVER CATCH YOU IN THE BATHROOM AGAIN I'LL HAVE YOU BLOOD!" Then there was a smack, a thud and the sound of bare feet slapping tile, then a slamming door.
"Well, it's not like its that big of a fuss!" Skinner yelled back. "I walk around naked all the time!"
The door opened and there was the sound of breaking glass, another thud and then the door slamming.
Twenty minutes later, Skinner came to join them, fully clothed and with his greasepaint mask on. There was however three noticeably lumps on his face.
**The next day**
Sara came to join them in the library and took her accustomed chair by the fire. She felt clean, refreshed, and for the first time in a long while contented. She stretched, as she settled herself in comfortably. "Good day all."
"Good day to you Miss---Sara." Nemo caught himself; he looked up from his map. "We will be leaving when the sun sets, I trust you are ready?"
"Yes, Tempus fugit et nos fugimus in illus." She said wearily.
Mina, Nemo and Jekyll nodded, but Sawyer and Skinner looked at her dumbfounded, so she elaborated, "It's Latin, it means: Time Flies and we fly with it."
"I must ask you, what is our direct course in Ireland, where shall we begin our search?" Nemo asked, brooding once again over his map. Sara sighed, she was hard pressed to get up, and trundled over to the table were the map was laid out, the four corners were waited down with clear glass weights.
She brooded over the map Nemo style for a moment before pointing to the mid south, "That is our destination, Captain, County Tipperary, I tracked the wolf man as far as there. My guess is that when he attacked my home, he was sweeping the country and finally settled there." She paused for a moment and brooded, "From what I gathered he's got a whole pack with him."
At this Mina looked up from her medical journal, "A pack of wolves or werewolves?"
Sara marked the spot on the map with a small marble, and walked over to her own small carpet bag, she rummaged through it for a moment, sifting clothes and odds n' ends, until she found a small red, leather bound, weatherworn journal. She walked over to her accustomed seat next to the fire and flipped through it for a few moments, coming never the end, she read for a moment. "From what I can tell no. I don't exactly remember. The day I wrote this was the first day of the full moon. After that, I set off to come here. And thus here I am."
"How can we best guard against becoming a werewolf ourselves?" Nemo asked knowledgably.
"Wear long sleeves." Sara said sheepishly.