Author's Note: Okay, here is an update to this piece of junk. Right now, the League will be making strategies, and some creepy things will happen in Transylvania. When the League does get to Transylvania, there will be action with fights against the Demon Cult and supernatural creatures, and drama when Henry discusses Hyde with Van Helsing and Quincey finds out what his mother is.

Sweetdeath04: Ah! Don't hurt me, I will continue on! You have been reading the Dracula novel? It's a great story, very good for Halloween. I've read the stories of all the members except Quatermain's story.

Nemo looked over his atlas on the bridge of the Nautilus. It took only four days to get to Venice, but to get to Transylvania would take a little longer. The Indian captain guessed it would take almost a week for his ship to reach the coast of Romania.

He already ordered his men to set course to the Black Sea, but Nemo was still troubled what danger lay ahead. Nemo had lost some of his crew during the first mission, the danger the League will soon confront would be much worse than the war machines.

"Captain," said the first mate, Patel, "the ship is set course. Shall I send messages to the other members to gather for the evening?"

"Yes," replied Nemo. "Tell them that dinner will be served at seven."

Patel bowed and left the bridge. Nemo stroked his beard as his thoughts trailed on. The matter going on in the European land, the League will have to discuss this evening.

He washed his face and patted himself dry with a towel, removing the sweat from his bare skin. Henry Jekyll removed his outstretched trousers and slipped a clean shirt on his pale body, he quickly buttoned it up to his neck. As he grabbed a good pair of trousers that lay on his bunk, there was a knock on his cabin door.

"Who is it?" he asked, slipping his trousers on.

"Just Tom Sawyer," answered the American accented voice. "I just came to tell you that we're gathering at seven."

"Wait a minute," said Henry as he fastened his trousers. Strapping up his suspenders, he ran to the door and opened it.

"What?" asked Tom, confusion in his hazel eyes.

"Can I talk to you for a moment?"

Tom shrugged. "I guess so." He entered Jekyll's cabin and took a seat on the bunk as Jekyll was placing on a fresh vest.

"Is there something bothering you?" Tom asked, watching Henry button up his vest.

"There is," replied Henry. "I'm worried about how I am going to explain Hyde to Professor Van Helsing when we meet him in Transylvania. When I met him in the Rue Morgue, he was hunting for Hyde, I kept the truth hidden."

"You met Van Helsing?"

"Yes." Henry looked down at the floor. "This may sound queer, but Van Helsing was rather kind to me, I've regretted keeping away the true facts of Hyde ever since."

Tom scratched his sandy colored head. "Not sure what to tell you there."

"It's alright, I wasn't asking for advise, just wanted to speak out."

"Oh." Agent Sawyer always found it difficult to understand Jekyll. Dr. Jekyll had to be one of the strangest men Tom had met. Perhaps it had to do with having to transform into a hateful beast.

"You mentioned Hyde to Quincey?"

"Yes, he was becoming curious when Hyde was making a big racket."

"I hope you didn't tell Quincey about Mrs. Harker's vampire abilities."

"I didn't, I think Mrs. Harker has the right to tell her son."

"Mrs. Harker told me earlier that she wants to discuss her vampirism with Van Helsing," said Henry as he placed on his waist coat. "Hopefully I'll try explaining the truth of Edward Hyde, Van Helsing might understand if I discuss my position in the League." After he was fully dressed, he grabbed his pocket watch to check the time.

"It's ten minutes until seven," he said, placing his pocket watch in his vest. "We better be there." Henry and Tom both left the cabin to meet with the other League members.

Quincey was still a little shocked by seeing that Henry and Edward were of the same being. It really puzzled Quincey why Henry can transform into such a beast. He sat on his bunk and rested his hands between his knees. Young Harker thought to himself, wondering what secrets lay deep within the League.

"Quincey," called out the voice of his mother from outside, "can I please come in?"

"Yes," he answered. He watched the door open and the beauty of his mother glide in and land on the bunk next to him.

"Are you alright?" she asked. Mina placed one lean hand over Quincey's knee.

"I'm just a little worried about what's going on lately. If there is a threat in Transylvania, would it be too dangerous to bring me with you?"

"There are some things that concern the both of us that I should discuss with the professor. I'm sure the League will keep you safe, I would never let anything harm you." Her hand moved from her son's knee to cup his bony jaw. "You know how much you mean to me."

"I know." The both of them embraced, like they had before Mina left to join the League. They parted after a moment, Mina stroked back her son's hair, auburn like her own.

"Come," said Mina standing up. "The others are waiting for us." Mother and son left the cabin, holding hands as they walked side by side.

Skinner sat down at the table in the dining room, keeping his neck hidden by his coat so no one will notice the food going down. The invisible thief took out a small mirror from his coat pocket to make sure none of his grease paint had been smeared off. Placing the mirror back in his pocket, Skinner helped himself to some whiskey. He was the first to arrive and he waited for the others.

Nemo was the first to arrive, wearing his blue uniform and turban. The Indian captain took his seat, his dark eyes watching for anyone else to arrive. It was important on specific times that the League should get together and discuss current issues.

The next to arrive were Henry and Tom. Henry had changed into some good clothing after the transformation in the ice room. Tom was looking like his casual self wearing his Secret Service outfit. The two of them sat down, Tom on Skinner's right, Henry on Skinner's left.

Mina Harker and her son, Quincey, were the last to arrive. Both of them in casual dress with their auburn hair styled and tidy. Quincey wore his white shirt and black trousers, while Mina wore her white blouse and black skirt.

After everyone was seated, the meal was served. Quincey was hoping something similar to rare meat he enjoyed at home would have been served, but his hunger was satisfied by the meal of fish. Usually at home, Quincey and his mother would have a meal of rare meat, which was juicy with a little bit of blood, Quincey guessed that he and Mina just had similar tastes.

No one talked during the meal, when the meal was done the plates were cleared off the table by Nemo's crewmen. Nemo spread a map out across the table for everyone to see.

"Our destination is to Transylvania," he explained, "the Nautilus is setting course for the Black Sea. It will take longer to reach Transylvania than it took to reach Venice. Once in the Black Sea, the ship can travel up the Danube river until we reach the Transylvanian territory." Nemo tapped his finger on the map and indicated the river that lead from the Black Sea to the Transylvanian alps.

"I have some experience from that country," said Mina. "The inhabitants of Transylvania are superstitious, and there are many obstacles in the wild. There are a few towns in that area, we can check in a few inns, Professor Van Helsing may have sent messages for us."

"Are there any more details that we should know of?" asked Skinner. "What exactly are we up against?"

"The Professor wrote in his letter that he's been investigating sightings of a witch cult," answered Mina. "Witch cults are groups of people who have studied witchcraft and have their own dark religion. Rituals performed by witch cults are often in voodoo rituals and other black magik."

"Is there any chance we have against this witch cult?" asked Tom. "Would weapons of any type be good?"

"Members of a witch cult might have several tricks, but they're still mortal. Strategic fighting is what can be used against them."

Quincey listened without saying a word. Whatever the enemy in Transylvania was up to, Quincey was nervous but curious as well. The witch cult in Transylvania sounded frightening, but the League fighting against the mysterious cult did seem interesting. Young Harker thought it had to be an adventure of a life time.

Looking at the ashen face of Dr. Jekyll, Quincey could tell that the doctor was nervous about the whole mission. Quincey noticed that Jekyll was fidgeting with a pocket watch, the lad could not help but feel pity towards the agitated man. Dr. Jekyll did seem embarrassed after his transformation in the ice room. All what Quincey wanted to do until arrival to Transylvania was to understand Jekyll.

TRANSYLVANIA

The Demon Cult gathered around a small cauldron in the old mansion used as a lair. Within the cauldron they poured in the blood of their victims and fallen members. The Demon Cult leader held out in front of him an open book, he indicated other ingredients to add to the blood. The other members did as instructed. When the ingredients were combined, the leader of the Cult chanted. A red light was produced inside the cauldron as the chanting continued. The light shot upward in a beam, then the beam split into several balls of light.

"Souls in exchange for demons," the leader said coldly.

The balls of light flew everywhere, most flew outside through the sinister looking windows. Other lights struck the stone gargoyles that decorated the crypt like interior of the room.

Something strange happened. After the stone gargoyles were struck by the red lights, the lights died out, but the petrified eyes of the gargoyles were glowing red. The stone began to crack and broke away, revealing gray skinned, organic looking beasts. The gargoyles flapped their wings snarling, exposing white fangs.

The Demon Cult leader handed the book to one of his followers and went to stroke one gargoyle's head. The creature made a sound like a cat purring under the Cult leader's touch.

"May the war begin," the leader said to the other members and the gargoyles in the room. "We send in the first wave immediately."

The room was filled with evil laughter and the screeching of gargoyles.

End Note: I know, short crappy chapter. I'll try to get chapter five done soon, and maybe some pictures on my LXG fan site. Can't really find an actor to base Quincey off of, not many child actors I know of.