"Hairless werewolves?" chuckled Audrey along with his date across from him. Both he and Miranda had decided to stop for food during their adventures and found a place that they could get into during the lunch rush. It took a bit of waiting for a table, but they managed. They continued talking about this and that, only to continue their conversation when they were seated.

"Yes! We suspect that when Doctor Hobbs joined the Scarlet Order, he attempted to create a subspecies of werewolves who was similar to those in fiction." Miranda replied. "You know, violent, raging beasts who can't control themselves? Not at all like actual werewolves in the slightest. Anyway, he did create a subspecies, but they behave like normal werewolves, while growing no extra hair! They only have their regular body hair like they have in 'human' form. They look sort of like cynocephali, but with a werewolf frame."

"That's incredible…" the man answered before pausing to take a sip of his drink. "Didn't you say that he made several subspecies?"

"He did, but only two survived. The third was Hobbs himself, but he's no longer with us." His date carried on with enthusiasm, causing Audrey to smile widely as she spoke. "There's the 'hairless' and the 'Hammer' type. The 'Hammer' type is named after, you know, the old Hammer movies, since he looks like 'the wolfman'."

"Lon Chaney? Far out. Did you name it that?"

"Yeah. Nobody else got it, so I had to explain it to them."

"What kind of person studies supernatural beings for a living and doesn't even know about the Hammer films?"

"I know! I don't get it either!" Miranda said. "How can you dedicate your life to something and not know things that affect them?"

"Right, when werewolves become werewolves, that's their understanding of what they are until they learn better. That's a massive part of why their first full moon is the scariest one. They're afraid they're gonna go on rampage and kill everyone they care about! Probably has an effect on both the culture and on how other people perceive them."

"Sometimes, I have to remind people that culture is really important when it comes to behaviour. It's really kind of frustrating."

Naturally, their conversations went on like this. They spoke about movies and the research that Miranda was doing, as well as telling stories about their encounters. Audrey talked about some of the "haunted" places that he's been and lamented that very few of them actually had any activity, which turned into him showing her the better pictures he's taken on his phone.

Thus, began the nerve-wrecking moment where the woman he was attempting to woo had his phone in her hand while looking through his photos. Now, let it be absolutely clear Audrey had no inappropriate pictures on his phone. He simply wasn't that kind of person and had no reason for it. Alas, that did nothing to quell the sinking suspicion that he might have something on there that she may be disgusted or put off by. He couldn't think of anything or what it would be, but he was certain that there was something.

His stomach dropped when she scrolled to the next photo and he thought he found what he had been dreading. Miranda's immediate reaction was to snort loudly and attempt to stifle her laughter by putting a hand over her mouth. The photo was of Audrey with two pieces of tape holding his eyes wide open and a bottle of ketchup in his hand. Audrey was extremely worried that Miranda, who was Caucasian, would take offense to that. If she did, it would probably effect how they both saw each other, really. He didn't even have to explain it to be funny. It was just so absurd and unexpected that it was inherently so.

"That, uh… I sent that to a friend of mine..." he informed, trying to make it seem a little less strange with a reddened face. "He said something and I was making fun of him because it sounded really white..."

"Oh my god..." Miranda had completely lost it by this point and was openly giggling as she handed the phone back to her date. Forcing her words, she somehow managed to ask: "What did he say?"

"I don't remember..." confessed Audrey. "All I know is I sent that to him and said: 'Ketchup is a spicy food.'" This of course, did not help any, as the woman just kept on laughing. Audrey was pretty sure that her eyes were starting to water, even.

"I'm sorry, I'm not laughing at you." she giggled. "It's just-"

"It's just that you're laughing at me. Right."

"I didn't see it coming at all! I was caught off guard!"

"You think that's funny?" the reaper questioned while finally cracking a smile, himself. "I took that while visiting my parent's house. My dad walked in right after I took that."

"Christ!" snorted Miranda. "What'd he say?"

"Nothing. He just told me to remember to close the refrigerator." Audrey chuckled. "I was kind of concerned at how unfased he was! I don't do stuff like that often, I promise!"

"Pfff-! What, close the refrigerator."

"My refrigerator is always open to those in need of ketchup."

They carried on like this while eating and ended up spending far more time than they intended on having lunch. Neither of them particularly minded, however. They were both too wrapped up in the conversation to care. Their surroundings didn't matter to them, as they were having far too good of a time to pay attention. They certainly didn't notice that they were being watched through the window of the restaurant.

Audrey and Miranda had completely lost track of time and had been at that restaurant far longer than they really should have been. They ate lunch a little late in the day in hopes of avoiding some of the crowd, but obnoxiously stayed long enough for school to let out. Unbeknownst to them, they had a trio of kids in Warwick uniforms staring in at them while squinting.

"Is that Audrey?" asked Revy, cupping his hands around his eyes as his sunglasses clicked against the glass. "He's with a girl and they're laughing."

"Shockingly, people go on dates sometimes." spoke Geraldine with a bundle of fliers held close to her with one arm and a staple gun in the other hand.

"What do you think they're talking about?" the revenant questioned.

"Who knows? If she's with Audrey, it's probably something weird."

"Didn't Sam have a thing for him?"

With a huff, Samantha finally spoke up, placing one hand on her hip while holding her own batch of fliers with the other. "He's good looking, but kinda old for me, don't you think?" she asked. "He's the same age as my brother. That kinda weirds me out a bit."

"Perfectly practical, even with love, huh?" smirked the revenant while turning his head to face her.

"I wouldn't call it 'love.' It was more like a base attraction that didn't really go anywhere. I hardly ever see the guy, after all." his friend answered.

"So if you saw him more often, you'd go for it?"

"No. Any guy who goes for underage girls is a creep." Samantha stated in a matter-of-fact kind of fashion. "Cute, but nobody's cute enough for that nonsense. Now help me put up the fliers!"

Following behind her, Geraldine held the staple gun in her teeth and held a poster up so Samantha could tape it to a lamp post. Strangely, they were doing this without the presence of an adult like Samantha had promised her elder sibling, though technically, she didn't lie. Geraldine's father did pick them up from school and drop them off. He was just in a shop down the street waiting on them to cover the area and call upon him or go find him to move on to somewhere else.

"I'll ask this here restaurant if they'll put one in their window." offered the revenant.

"Good idea. We should start doing that, too." the Westley answered and with a nod, Revy did as he said he would.

The boy disappeared inside the restaurant and didn't come out right away. Checking her watch, Samantha timed him at ninety-six seconds exactly before he came out with a surly expression. He kicked at the ground and sauntered back over to the girls, very obviously miffed.

"Fuckin' arseholes say they don't fuckin' give a shit!" reported the lad. "Said it doesn't 'match the atmosphere of their establishment' or something. Posh dickheads..."

"Didn't they notice the Warwick uniform?" questioned Samantha. "There's a Warwick alumni in there right now!"

"Yeah, and honestly, they're not all that, either. It's no wonder they couldn't figure out the uniform! I'd say that they're outclassed by us!"

"Let me handle this." Geraldine said in her usual dry tone before stepping forward.

She handed the staple gun to Revy before walking inside the restaurant. In the brief time the door was open, the others could hear a staff member saying "Look, I already told your little friend-" before getting cut off. Raising her wrist to look at her watch again, Samantha timed Geraldine as well. Fifty-eight seconds later, they saw a piece of paper being taped to the glass out front followed by Geraldine very calmly stepping through the front door soon after.

"It's done." she said somewhat cryptically in her usual manner. Geraldine was a teenager who was as mysterious as she was odd and neither Samantha or Revy were particularly determined to question her ways. They didn't want or need to know.

"Should we start asking more shops if they'll put a flier up?" questioned the lad.

"Maybe in the next spot." Samantha answered. "We've got this place pretty covered. Let's go tell Mister Midford that we're ready to go."

"Okay." answered Geraldine while she and the other girl began making the trek back to the shop where her father was.

"I'm gonna get another piece of cake when we get there, first." the revenant informed.

"You just ate!"

"I'm undead. We're notoriously hungry."

"I know how to remedy that." spoke the Midford.

"Don't you dare!" Revy piped up, putting up his hands.

"What? I was going to say that you should get up and have a proper breakfast in the morning." the girl explained, causing the lad to relax somewhat. He didn't really know what he was expecting her to say, but it certainly wasn't that.

"Oh..."

Upon reuniting with Sir Midford, the group waited on Revy to get his food and eat it before climbing back in the car and heading out again. Samantha stayed out until she could no longer, knowing that it would send Daniel into a panic if she came home later than she told him she would. He had called the Phantomhives on her before, asking them for help only for her to walk through the door mid-conversation. Around five o' clock, just as promised, she walked through the door and kicked off her shoes and nudging them off to the side in a semi-neat pile.

Walking into the kitchen, she set down her bag and took off her blazer, setting them down on a chair to be moved later. She saw a pile of books on the table, but thought nothing of them. Instead, she decided to focus on pouring herself a glass a juice, as that was more important to her in that moment.

"Sam? You back?" called Daniel from his room. The door was open, so he was easily heard.

"Yeah." she answered. "We hung up most of the fliers and Geraldine scared some people."

"Sounds like you had fun." her sibling answered. "Some new books came out from that author you like, so I got them. They're on the table in the kitchen. I'm gonna take a nap, in case you need me."

"Night." Samantha answered before taking a seat at the kitchen table. Sure enough, it was the author who wrote her favourite supernatural book, Girasol Frescobaldi.

This time, it didn't seem to be a novel, much to her surprise. One of them was titled "Dead Meat," which appeared to be about a teenager who wanted to become a vampire finding out how hard it is, judging from the back cover, while the other seemed somewhat self-explanatory. It was called "The Supernatural History of Britain," so Samantha assumed it would be just that.

Since she was somewhat tired from walking around and from school, so she wasn't determined to read them too in depth right then and there. She was planning on skimming them and was surprised when they contained pictures. It would appear that authors in Gehenna don't worry about sticking to a certain genre. They just write what they feel like writing. The writers of supernatural literature were somewhat strange, but she had no idea how normal they could be.


A/N: Hello, hello, I am here. I didn't write an A/N last time because, well, I just didn't feel like it.

One more chapter until we finally get back to plot. I know. Such a disappointment. I feel like we all needed a break from the plot for a moment, but right now, I'm kind of nervous since nobody seemed to like it! I hope it doesn't suck too bad... I tried to make everything make sense, but I don't think I've done a very good job so far. It's kind of bumming me out, if I'm honest...

Oh, well... I'll just do the best I can and then move on, like usual... That's all I can do, really.

Oh, man... I've really bummed myself out by thinking about it... I think I might be done writing for the night...

Until the next chapter, my duckies.