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Dante's POV:

I tied the boat to the dock, finally arriving in England with Richardo, Paris, Val, and Victor- and that stow away of ours. I stretched before I looked on board and saw Laura helping the others off the ship. "We're going to need to get horses," Victor said calmly then looked at me as he got off the plank leading up onto the ship. "We can't walk to his castle... and I'm not interested in teleporting. That's no fun. We'll get a carriage or two." Richardo tensed then before he looked down at the ground as he got onto the dock. 

"Titania is still with that man," he muttered then clenched his fists.

"Heinrich?" I asked him and raised an eyebrow. You've got to be kidding me. Is he crying over a horse or something he rode in Europe? "Get over it, Richardo. It's just a horse. We'll get you a new one. Your old horse will enjoy staying in Europe where it's familiar with it's surroundings... and after having been ridden everywhere by you, it needs a break from traveling long distances." Victor smirked then.

"We could always... steal the horses. It's been awhile since we've had blood other than Laura's. We could eat the horse tender," he suggested. Laura held onto Val's hand tightly, watching the rest of us.

"Wait... so we're getting extra humans to feed us on the way to Laurence's castle which we have no clue where to find- does anyone know where to find his castle? Because I've never been in England but a few times, and I didn't sit on top of the carriage watching where we were going." Val told us, and I felt the wind pick up before a faint scent of home cooking hit us from the streets of England. We might need to somehow ask for someone to take us up there. "A witch might help us to his castle," Val suggested.

"We don't need a witch. I know where it is," Paris said calmly. I looked at him and frowned.

"How do you know where Laurence's castle is?" I asked him then crossed my arms. "You're not even a king...."

"Because I have a guide that'll lead us," he said calmly and shrugged. He started to scratch his shoulders before heading towards the town. "There's a place we can buy horses and carriages nearby as well as hire a few horse tenders." He glanced over his shoulder at us. Victor laughed then followed him quickly. I frowned slightly. A guide? What does he mean by that? I followed slowly, watching as Richardo was by his side instantly, walking next to him. After a little fifteen minute walk, he lead us up to a huge barn full of horses. There were carriages sitting outside along with some handsome young men along with women. An old man walked up to us and glanced us over before spitting at the ground.

"I take it you'll be needing horses?" He asked us.

"Two carriages will do nicely- three at most," Val told him and gave a smile.

"Three. Three carriages, three men. Richard," Paris whispered and turned to him. "Do you happen to have anymore gold on you?" He asked quietly. Richardo nodded and pulled out some gold before he handed it to Paris.

"Of course," he purred softly to Paris. "I still have another bag full of coins." They could've just asked me. I frowned a bit before I looked around then started to wander. Three good carriages means at least six horses.

"Go take your picks," the old man said as he got the gold from Paris. He pointed behind him at the barn. "If you need anything else, I'll be waiting here." He laughed and turned to a woman. "I've got some gold!" He walked up to her and showed it off. Paris laughed softly and walked up to the carriages to take a look. I heard a horse coming up then at a fast speed before it came to a halt and someone climbed off quickly.

"What's this? We're in business without me being around?" I heard a spunky voice ask playfully from behind me. "It's a good thing I just got back from the duchess~! She said she wants a different horse. Apparently she thinks black horses are like black cats." I glanced behind me and laughed a little. That's absurd... black horses being like black cats. I looked towards the man who climbed off the horse and looked him over. The spunky guy was lanky skinny, a face full of girlish features. He didn't have a beard or a mustache. His hair was cut strangely for the time- a nice long nose length in the front and cut extremely short in the back. He had a straight jaw and pale skin. His eyelashes were extremely long to be for a male. His hair reminded me of a dark chocolate while his eyes were a gleam of brown and black together that reflected very much like a tiger eye. He turned to me- his whole body was visibly turning in his tight clothes. He was proudly showing off his body and had a nice fit tone to him. He had a tight riding coat on that reminded me of a trench coat's top half that was clinging to his body tightly. His pants were as tight with knee high boots. He even had a switch in his hand but he stuck it in his boot and gave us a huge smile. "My name is Reuben Davis," he told us and looked towards Paris. "I love your hair." I widened my eyes slightly at the sight of him. He was beautiful- gorgeous... extremely gorgeous for a male. I couldn't take my eyes off him.... I felt something pulse in my chest, making me jump slightly from the suddency, and I managed to tear my eyes off him in that instant, looking down at my chest in a panic as I touched it. Was that... my stone? Can they do that? It's about where Paris... dug his hand in. I looked back up at Reuben and watched him curiously, finding myself strangely wanting to go near him. I tensed as I caught his scent then heard a soft moan escape my lips, causing me to blush, and I quickly turned away, starting to walk over to the carriages. WHAT THE HECK IS WRONG WITH ME?! Is it because I've only been feeding off Laura or something? I shouldn't lose it like that... much less be staring at some guy.... Damn, he was hot. I heard his feet running up to me then.