"The Arctic" from The Incredible Hulk.
Part 35: Atonement
Jekyll slumped against is desk, a bottle of scotch in front of him. A better man would have had a glass for it. Jekyll did not care about this as he pressed the bottle to his lips and downed another measure, nobody could accuse him of being a better man.
His head throbbed, and the alcohol was partially for that. Edward had hit the floor quite hard earlier, and it was a wound that stayed even after the transformation. All in all, the whole situation seemed frightfully familiar. Jekyll remembered all too well sitting at his desk a century ago, knowing he could not stop Edward, and resolving to end himself if it would rid the world of the monster he had created. It had not.
The same plan would not work again. He could try refusing to help Dracula any further, not that it would do much good come dawn. Once the chest was open complete and Dracula had absorbed the rest of the demons in the in it he would have no further need of his minions.
Jekyll leaned back into the chair again, about ready to give up. He had never done anything really worthwhile in his life. Every good deed had been damage control for his own mistakes. The very accident that created Edward had been a product of his own hubris. Perhaps this was his lot, to just lay back and die.
He thought of the boy, who had thrown himself so willingly between the Knight and the village boy for no reason other than it was his nature. Yet he had also soothed the townspeople after his victory, confusing as his words may have been. The girl too, displayed both cunning, far more than Jekyll had seen in a great while, yet he also clearly remembered the way she had attacked Edward. There was an animal ferocity there.
These people knew themselves in a way Jekyll felt sure he could not. They were able to take both the man and the beast within, while Jekyll had just cleaved one from the other, creating a thoughtless brute and an ineffectual brain.
Outside, he could hear villagers being shuffled into their homes. Dracula did not want anyone hiding come the dawn. He would need to feast.
Jekyll stood up and crossed the room to a locked cabinet. It was where he kept Edward's things. He took his chair and smashed the door open, pulling out Edward's cane, a fine cane for a horrid man. Swinging the cane and humming to himself slightly, Jekyll opened the door, coming face to face with one of Dracula's enforcers.
"Everyone inside, that means you too Doctor."
Jekyll smiled and then smacked the man across the head with the cane. Another one came at him and he repeated the gesture. Once the man was down, Jekyll bent down and yanked a set of keys off of his belt.
To his left, the mother and son he had just saved stared at him wide eyed. Jekyll leaned down and ruffled the boy's hair.
"Tell anyone who's interested that we're having a little revolution. I'll be off at the dungeons freeing our lupine protector if you need me." With that, Jekyll walked away toward the castle, a slight spring in his step. "Oh you should see me dance the polka…"