Hey everyone.
This chapter is pretty shite, since I don't know exactly what to do now. Apologies about that. And there won't be another for like, one or two weeks. I've got a dress to make, a musical to act out in five days and some weird sickness right now (HATE fainting in public!).
So, check back here after some time, if you're still interested.
Clez – I didn't mean for that to be slashy, but I couldn't think of another way for them to catch little Leo. Sorry.
Fynyun – Indeed. That's all I have to say.
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Remington stepped out of the ice room with one of his hands clutched around the other. He was bleeding heavily, grunting curses every now and then. Mina looked at Remington in a questioning way.
"Done already? I didn't even hear a whimper."
He shrugged.
"At least he was smart enough to shut up. But that bastard bit me! Here!" he muttered and held out his hand. Mina saw the two large gashes in it. She cleared her throat and tried to concentrate on anything else but the view of his blood.
"So what did he tell you?" she asked him as she began leading him back up to the hallways.
"Nothing really interesting. He gave me a promise that he'd lead me to their hideout. I guess he gave up so easily because he hasn't 'eaten' anyone in some time."
Mina nodded and awaited the most likely thing he'd say. He didn't say it until they were close to the medical room.
"You know… I think you and the rest of your League handled yourselves quite well against a vampire. And you have spent several nights hunting them with me. Perhaps you would be useful in a place crawling with those nasty critters. Would you like to join me in my crusade to wipe them all out?" he hesitantly asked. Mina didn't reply for a while. She assumed he only asked because he didn't know how many creatures were in their lair and he could use some help.
"I will ask the others. I am not the only one to make decisions." She replied, her mind already set.
Adria looked at the book that Jekyll had given her. She didn't admit that she couldn't read that well, and had only smiled. She had quickly looked it through and realized she couldn't read half of it. The other half didn't make much sense. She didn't even know what the book was about. She sat on the small bed, looking at the wall in the other side of the room. She was bored out of her wits! She didn't have permission to leave the room for some reason, but there was too much to see on the other side of the door to accept that rule. At first she had tried to find another door, and when she didn't find one, to persuade the guard outside the door that was there. He had just said something in some language she didn't understand and gently pushed her back into the room.
"Boring." She said quietly and searched the book for pictures. She lay down on the bed and groaned. She covered her eyes with one of her hands and sighed deeply. It was like she was in prison. She raised her hand from her eyes again, and saw something strange. She turned around so the light shone onto her hand. She examined the strange red mark in her palm and wondered what she could have burned herself on. She had a faint memory of something… something metallic. When she tried to think more closely, it was like she ran into a mental brick wall. She gave up her tried when someone came in through the door. She looked over her shoulder.
"Hello doctor."
Jekyll nodded towards her and opened a small cabinet. He picked out two large rolls of bandages. She curiously looked at the other man that came into the room and sat down on a chair. He held his hand in a tight grip. She tried her best to keep her eyes away from his wounded hand, but her eyes kept sliding back towards it. She saw that he glared at her and she looked down on the floor, blushing.
"Is there anything interesting about it?" he growled.
"Oh, no, no… I was just curious. Sorry. Very sorry." She quickly explained and grinned widely in an attempt to look friendly. Apparently it was the wrong move.
"Do you think that this is funny?"
She quickly shook her head. He glared darkly at her for a moment before he muttered something under his breath. Jekyll quickly did what he could about Remington's hand before he stepped back to signal that he was done. Remington got up and stretched. His eyes fell on the book beside Adria's bed. He looked at it for a while, surprised, before he gave Jekyll a disapproving look.
"So you don't have the guts to tell her yourself, doctor?"
Jekyll didn't meet his gaze.
"I thought it was a good way, that's all."
Remington snorted and left the room. Adria gave Jekyll a puzzled look.
"Tell me what?"
Jekyll took out his small pocket watch and began rubbing it with his thumb.
"Don't you have any questions about the book?"
Adria sighed deeply, feeling like it was a chore she hadn't done.
"Actually… Doctor… I can't read it. I'm sorry." He said hesitantly. He gave her a surprised look.
"You can't read?"
"I can read! Just not very good…" she said, her voice trailing off in the end.
Jekyll nodded and opened his watch. Then closed it. Opened it and closed it again. As if he examined if it could do different clicks. He nodded again.
Click.
He looked at her as if he had something to say to her, before he looked away again.
Click.
He raised his other hand to his head and gently massages his temples with his index finger and thumb. He sighed shakily, as if he was about to have a fit of rage or a nervous breakdown. He quickly brought his hand down, as if trying to hit something. He sharply hissed something and closed his eyes. Adria looked at him, worried.
"Is everything alright?" she asked. His head snapped in her direction and she could see some strange glimpse in his eyes.
"No." he said weakly, as if it he had to struggle to say it, and left the room. She heard his watch click one more time before he suddenly began saying strange things to himself, pausing every now and then, as if he got an answer. She heard it disappear down the corridor. She sat motionless on her bed, wondering what had just happened. When she didn't really understand, she picked up the book and tried to read the title.
"Crea… creatures of… Er… the ni-igt. Night. Creatures of the night." She said. She noticed that the silk ribbon some used as a bookmark was in a special place in the book. She opened those pages and tried to read the topic title.
"We… we are? No, were… werewo…"
