Daniel sits on Anna's words for a second, but they only seem to boil his anger. "What the Hell Anna. You can't.... damn it, it's just not fair." His face is flushed, seeming to almost glow in the otherwise grey city fog. "I mean, first last night... and now this," Daniel's voice softens a little, but his eyes are still wild and all whites. He runs his hand through his hair.

Anna can see the arteries bulging in his neck and the way they pulse, can smell his warm humanness, piquing her hunger for him again, even in his confusion and frustration (or maybe because of it).

Daniel crosses his arms defiantly over his chest and asks, "What have you gotten yourself into this time?"

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Fred nods his head and says, "Ya. We try to do an international trip every year. We were in London a few years ago, maybe three." A sudden concern spreads across the man's face again and he says urgently, "You don't think they can follow us there, do you?" He looks from Karl to Gabe, then back to Karl, clearly hoping to find some promise of comfort and safety.