Alright! Last chapter! It's very long and cheesy, but I like it anyway.

simonluke26 – Thanks. Also, I think Mina can see herself in a mirror, since she did check how she looked in one when she had a meal in Dorian's house. She's a weird vampire, she's got all the perks and none of the setbacks. Go Mina, though… Oh, and Jekyll rules.

It's been great writing this. Thanks for all comments. Don't forget to leave one behind you when you leave. Just to be safe, Remington and Mina are not in love, no matter what it looks like. Thank you. And now, the final chapter of Creatures Of The Night!

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The coachman sat on the carriage, smoking a pipe. He looked around himself, looking for whoever might want to leave the small town. Eventually, a small woman came going towards him. She wore clothes that seemed much too large for her and a giant hat on her head, covering most of her face from his view. He grinned.

"Hello little miss. Going on a trip today?"

The woman didn't reply. She didn't even look at him. She just gave him some money and quickly disappeared into the wagon. The coachman counted his money, shrugged and put it in his pocket.

"Seems like you're the only one today. It's been a slow month for it. Don't mind, do ya?" he said loudly and still got no response. He shrugged again.

"Well, neither do I then. Neither do I."

They sat there, quiet for a while. As always, the coachman wondered who the woman was. He always wondered who his passengers were. He spotted a man coming towards them. He walked up to the coachman and handed him a great deal of money.

"I'll give you more once we get there. All I want in return is that we leave now." He said slowly, as if he had trouble keeping his voice steady. The coachman put the money in his pocket and nodded.

"All aboard." He said. The man opened the door and sat down right in front of the woman. The coachman signalled to the horses to move, and pondered over his two mysterious passengers. They both paid too much and none had luggage. Mysterious.

For the passengers, the other was an equally large mystery. The woman tried to remember where he had seen the mans face. She carefully slid the hat down so it wouldn't be so obvious that she was staring. She quietly smelled the air, hoping to catch a scent she would recognize.

"Ask away." The man suddenly said. She looked up.

"Excuse me?"

"You have questions for me. Who are you? Where did you get that money? Have we met before? Can I have some money? The usual. Ask."

She looked down on the floor and listened to the sounds of the carriage for a while. Not polite to stare.

"Have we met before?" she asked quietly, feeling a bit ridiculous.

"Yes, ms. Adria, we have." The man replied. Adria lifted her hat to get a clearer look on his face.

"I'm sorry, am I supposed to recognize you?" she asked. She still couldn't smell anything she knew. It was odd, she recognized it but she had never smelt it before.

"Yes, I think you do. Also, stop trying to pick up my scent. You couldn't smell me when we met. It was sad, that. We got ever so close."

She got a biting suspicion.

"If you know me, you should know of my uncle's hotel, The Mirrored Sun. Have you ever been there?"

The man grinned.

"Yes. It was a short visit though."

"Which room?" she asked and realized directly after it was too quick.

"Absolutely not room 8. I was just there for a chat."

Adria removed her hat now. She stared at the man openly.

"Are you the...?" she whispered, her hand unwillingly touching the skin next to the corner of her eye. The man nodded. To her surprise, she put her hand right below her left shoulder.

Another nod. She felt her hands shiver.

"You are the..."

"My name is Gregory Talley, and I have come to say hi to my very own daughter."

Adria felt a shiver running down her spine. She could feel her eye-color changing. A snarl escaped her. Her transformation was quickly brought to an end by a brutal backhanded slap. She stared at him, surprised. His eyes were yellow as well. A very dark yellow. He snarled at her.

"A child should show their elders more respect, Adria! I gave you this! I am your lycanthropic father, and it's time you show your gratitude, do you understand?!"

She was afraid. He was huge and frightening, and he wasn't even half-transformed. She understood the danger of her situation and nodded. Talley sat down again, brushing his clothes off.

"Good."

He said no more. She sat in front of him, looking down on the floor.

"Did you send him to the Nautilus?"

"What?"

"The assassin. Did you send him?"

"Ah, yes, that bloody idiot. No, I had nothing to do with him. And the one who sent him is dead. My only part of this was to kill."

More silence. Adria could feel some tension in the air.

"Did I have something to do with anything?"

He caught her sight and locked with it. She couldn't look away.

"No." He replied, making it sound obvious. "You were a mistake. I wasn't supposed to hurt you, I was supposed to hurt the american and kill you. You should've been able to figure that out on your own."

"Of course. But why are you interested in me now?"

Talley suddenly got up and sat down next to her. He put her hand on her shoulder. She shivered slightly.

"You see, my darling, I am crazy. A complete fucking lunatic. I sold everything I had to kill a man that was already dead. I lost my lover, the only one that ever could make me okay again and I abandoned her in that house out there. She's dead, murdered by your friends."

"They're not my friends..." she mumbled half-heartedly. He ignored her and continued with his little speech.

"I have nothing left and neither do you. Think about it. You have lost your humanity, your family, your friends and all of your obsession objects in the League. And you will eventually be hunted down and killed. Your only choice is to come with me."

"You'll kill me."

"In a fit of rage probably, yes. But still, I am your only chance now. Come on."

She looked at him. She considered. For a while, she wanted to say yes, she would go with him. But then she sw Dr. Jekyll's face before her. She knew somehow that he could help.

Somehow...

She closed her eyes in an attempt to prevent the tears from running down.

"Where are we going?"

He cleared his throat and gave her a threatening look. His hand squeezed her shoulder tightly.

"Where are we going, father?"

He smiled and removed his hand from her shoulder.

"Africa. We have to find some relatives of mine."

She nodded and smiled, opening her eyes again. Like she thought, the tears welled up again. She didn't want to stop them.

"I look forward to that." She whispered, trying to calm her shaking voice. He nodded and looked out of the window. She looked out of the one on her side.

"Goodbye, Dr. Jekyll..." she whispered and wondered why she couldn't stop crying.

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Jekyll leaned against the wall and looked at the carriage. He knew she was in there. He felt some kind of encouragement from Hyde in the back of his head.

"Yes, Edward, I can see her."

Go get her then.

"No."

Why not?

Jekyll was silent for a while, thinking about it. Why not? It disgusted him that he even considered it. Not to mention he wasn't sure he didn't want it.

"I don't want to hurt her."

Hyde was quiet now, only for a while, before he heard his voice again. There seemed to be some doubt in his voice, as if he didn't like saying it.

She'll be more hurt this way. We can kill her afterwards. No one will ask anything. No one even knew she got out of the house. Did anyone even see her go in? The point is, this is a win-win situation. We get our little fun, she gets the death she so desperately needs.

"You'll do it the wrong way. I know you, Edward. You won't just kill her, you will... Make her suffer. You can't do it quickly, it's not in your nature."

You have stopped trying to convince me not to do it.

"No I haven't."

You don't deny that you want it.

"I'm not a liar. I do. I'm sorry to hear me say it, but I do. This is the best way."

Why? How can it be the best way? No one gets anything!

"Think about it, Edward. Now she could come back."

He nodded towards the carriage.

"Goodbye, Adria. I hope you have a nice life after all."

Saying this, he turned around and walked away, strangely happy with himself. He didn't see the man walking towards the carriage. He didn't see it leave.

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Skinner woke up and wondered why he felt so strange. His arm was still numb. He looked to the side before he remembered there was nothing to see. He saw a bandage wrapped around his shoulder and upper arm. He tried to move his fingers. He couldn't feel anything against them, but he saw the bedsheets move, so he guessed they were there. He didn't have very high thoughts at all about Nemo. He looked to the other side. Tom looked back at him.

"Hey kid." Skinner mumbled. Tom smiled weakly.

"Hey. How are you, Skinner?"

Tom was pale and had dark rings around his eyes.

"Apparently better than you."

"Maybe you are, I feel terrible. But I'm glad to see you awake."

"I'm glad to be awake. I never imagined a stab in your shoulder was so bad."

"It really isn't. Dr. Jekyll told me that you were poisoned somehow."

Skinner nodded.

"Yeah, that might explain it. So what happened to you?"

"Mina."

There was a short uncomfortable silence.

"Mina?"

Tom shaked his head.

"I don't know either. I think the vampires there did something to her. Anyway, she bit me."

"Oh..."

"But atleast I'll live, and Mina has ensured me there will be no consequenses at all. I'm not dead yet."

Skinner nodded. He assumed it wasn't Mina's fault. He knew nothing about it, so there was no one he could blame.

"So what happened to you then?"

Skinner touched the bandage. It stinged a bit when he did.

"Nemo was angry. I think Remington killed him, I'm not sure. He's dead anyway, I have blurry memories of his body..."

Tom raised an eyebrow.

"Nemo isn't dead. He was here to check on us a few hours ago."

Skinner stared at him.

"What...?" he whispered. He could hardly believe it. As if it was his que, Nemo came in through the door. Skinner made a strange, squeeking noise before he screamed straight out in terror. Tom tried to calm him down.

"Skinner, calm down, it's just Nemo, you know Nemo!"

Nemo just stood in the doorway, waiting for Skinner to stop screaming. And eventually he did, he sat quietly and just stared. Skinner saw he had no sword by his side, but he was terrified anyway.

"Mr. Skinner, I assure you, there is nothing I would do that could cause any harm to you." Nemo said.

"How can you just stand there and say so?! You impaled me on your damned sword, you traitor!"

Nemo didn't even flinch. He didn't seem to mind the accusation thrown at him.

"That was not me. It was a creature that had somehow stolen my appearance."

Skinner didn't reply. They didn't know if it was because he was angry, scared or hesitant to continue.

"A creature had stolen my appearance and tried to use you as a scapegoat in order to gain the members of the League's trust, Mr. Skinner. He could have killed you and others if Mr. Remington had not given him away."

"That's an unlikely story, Nemo. Maybe you are that creature, how would we know?"

"You can tell by my eyes, but that is something you cannot know. You were uncoinscous at the moment we discovered that proof. But I am not that creature, and I hope that in time your trust for me will be rebuilt. If it will make you feel any better, I shall leave."

Skinner was still quiet.

"Yes, please." He said quietly, almost sadly. Nemo nodded and left. The door closed behind him. Tom looked at Skinner. He wished he could see the look on his face.

"Are you okay?"

"I don't know... do you think he told me the thruth?"

"Definitly. Skinner, you can trust Nemo. An impostor would've been caught by now. You can take it easy."

Skinner laid down again and sighed.

"Did everyone get hurt because of another member?" he asked.

"I was the only one, I promise."

Skinner nodded.

"I think I believe you, Tom."

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Remington looked out over the sea. He saw the Nautilus a bit away from the shore. He smelled the air and was happy the whole ordeal was over. He heard someone come. Mina stopped beside him and looked at the ship out there. No one said anything for a while.

"Aren't you going to blame me, Mr. Remington?" she said. Remington looked at her.

"What do you mean?"

"I can almost feel it in the air. Don't you have anything to say?"

"Oh, you mean about Sawyer." He said and looked up at the sky. He squinted. "This might sound weird, but I really don't. He has forgiven you. I don't think many men would forgive a woman who almost drank them dry in that way. But he did. He must have some reason to do that. He sees you as a woman, not a vampire like I do. You have done nothing to me and I should stop thinking that you will sometime. You've had plenty of chances to kill me."

They stood there, silent for a while. Mina felt strangely calm.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Harker. It's ironic that the fact that you almost killed someone makes me trust you. Maybe it's because you just almost killed him."

She smiled slightly.

"Yes, maybe. I accept your apology, Mr. Remington. And now that we have passed that, might I ask why you stand here on your own?"

"I'm thinking."

Mina didn't ask again. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the wind against her face.

"This might sound strange, but how is Dr. Jekyll?"

"As he always is, Mr. Remington. Quiet."

"Ah."

"Are you worried that he will blame you for Adria's disappearance? Don't worry, I talked to him about it. Apparently, she attacked Hyde while she was transformed. He thinks that they killed her, not that you did."

Remington nodded.

"But I didn't."

"Excuse me?"

"I didn't kill her. I tried to, but she got away. I'm afraid she's still around here somewhere. A lot of people will die and eventually she as well. I tried to make it as quick as possible for her there, but I missed."

"Maybe she will come back."

"What makes you think that?"

"She knows what she is now and she should know she has nowhere to go. She might come to us for help. Didn't you notice while she was with us, how she always wanted to be with Dr. Jekyll? It was obvious she felt something for him, not necessarily love, maybe trust or respect. She might come. If not, then we can not do anything for her. But we mustn't say anything to Dr. Jekyll. He is troubled enough as it is."

Remington nodded.

"Absolutely. Do you think he loved her?"

"Maybe. You never know. He might have felt responsibility for her, or loved her as a daughter."

They looked at each other. Mina saw something in his face, but it disappeared. She decided to give him her advice anyway.

"If it feels better for you, you might talk to him about it."

"About love? Please, Mrs. Harker, how can I ask if he loved the one I adviced you to kill? We don't have very high thoughts of each other as it is."

"Let's just hope that changes."

Remington smiled.

"Why?"

"I have been meaning to ask you before, but maybe now is the time. I already see you as a member of the League, and maybe the others do as well. How do you see yourself?"

Remington shrugged and grinned.

"I really don't know. When this began, I saw you as a helping hand to kill the werewolves. Now that it's done, I don't know what to think of you. But if you will have me, I would be honored to join you."

Mina smiled slightly and nodded.

"Should we go and and see what the others might think of it?"

"I'd be glad to, Mrs. Harker."

They turned around and walked back towards the small town, together.

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The End