Sorry about the delay. Had modem troubles. And this chapter is a little short too, but that's just because I thought it was boring to write. I hope it gets better.

Funyun – Glad you liked it :). I tried to make him a perfectly sane person that just didn't feel, but I realized it wouldn't work. And, crazy people are funny people (GodIloveItaly).

Enjoy if you want to.

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About four days after the League's departure from the London docks, Talon's clan had just got themselves adjusted to their new and improved life. The younger ones of the werewolves had gone hunting for a few hours every night, slowly getting to know all the secrets of the surroundings. Not that there was much to know.

Their new home were three large houses hidden in a group of cliffs. It was close enough to the sea to feel the faint smell of it in the air, and the city could be seen close to the horizon. Large herds of sheep and cows roamed the area, free to leave at will in order to get at least a little hunting. Each house had extremely large rooms. Jones had apparently known how the clan had lived in London, and built the houses to maintain that feeling.

Talley sat in a crude couch, listening to the sound of laughter and some snarls from two men who were fighting out of boredom. He sat there, his eyes closed, and just listened. He loved every minute he could hear those sounds. Apart from the yelps and loud growls from the other room, everything was... normal.

Normal.

He never really thought he would put the word normal next to his own name in a sentence lacking 'not'. He leaned back, sighed joyfully and just listened again. The room he was in was completely empty. Apart from one man, of course.

"Talley, get up. Time for the next step now."

Talley opened one eye and glared at Jones.

"Can't you do anything at all without me there, Jones? Just try it once?"

"I need you for this specific thing. Then maybe later you can spend all the time you want with your little friends. For now, you're mine. Now, get up." Jones replied coldly. Talley sighed and heaved himself out of the couch. He straightened his sleeves out and sighed.

"What?" he spat at Jones. Jones looked up at him. Talley almost backed away from him.

There was something wrong about him, his eyes and his smell, that made him even more ghastly than before.

"I want you to get one of the vampires, anyone available, and escort him or her to my bedroom."

Talley raised an eyebrow and grinned.

"You know they're dead, right? They can't please you that way, Jones."

"Spare me your poor jokes and just go get the vampire. I'll be waiting for the two of you in my bedroom." He said sharply and left the room. Talley glared at his back and hated him.

Hated.

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Adria got up on the platform to feel the wind against her face. Maybe it could dry some of it too, she had been sweating like a pig the latest days. In fact, the latest days had been such a mess. Everytime she got into her cabin, she immediately got out again and just wandered around aimlessly. It was almost like she couldn't stay on one spot too long. Like an itch all over her body. She leaned against the railing and looked at the sea, trying to distract herself. For a moment, she understood why people seemed to fall in love with the ocean.

"Adria? Are you out here again?" someone behind her asked. She turned around, and somehow knew who it was before she saw him. Remington gave her a dark look.

"You do seem to be sneaking out a lot. Well, forget it girl, there is no way off this ship until we reach the states."

Adria rolled her eyes.

"Yes, yes, all the normal talk about what I do and what I don't. What do you think I would run for? To tell Germany all about your secret plans? God, Charles, give it a rest."

Remington didn't reply for a while, as if surprised that she even opened her mouth.

"My name is Remington, girl. You will not call me Charles, there's no way in hell I'll let you call me that. And believe me, I don't think you'd be going to Germany either."

Adria siged.

"Oh, fine Remington. Just tell me, what have I done wrong? Is it because I stared at your wound a while back, then I'm so terribly sorry! I didn't mean it, okay?"

Remington inspected his own fingernails, momentarily ignoring her.

"No. It's not because you stared. It goes behind that. You see, I'm not crazy about your kind, so naturally I'm not to happy with having you around either. It's that simple." He said, spitting out the word 'kind' like it was vinegar.

Adria stared, surprised with the frank answer.

"'My kind'? What do you mean? Women? Englishmen? Blondes? What?"

Remington shook his head.

"So the little coward still hasn't told you anything, has he?"

"Told me anything about what?"

Remington raised his hands to imitate a protective pose.

"Oh, nothing, nothing. I won't tell you a thing if good little Dr. Jekyll hasn't told you, because he must have a good reason to shut up. But let me just put in like this then. The next time you think your legs are unusually hairy, I-will-be-there!" he said, poking the air in front of her during the last few words to strengthen them. He then turned around and left. Adria glared at his back and hated him.

Hated.