The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen.

The Cabbala.

"When you were young and your heart was an open book

You used to say live and let live

(You know you did, you know you did, you know you did)

But if this ever-changing world in which we're livin'

Makes you give in and cry, say live and let die

Live and let die, live and let die, live and let die

What does it matter to ya

When you've got a job to do, you gotta do it well

You gotta give the other fella hell. (…) – The Wings "Live and Let Die"

Warning: Violence, explicit language, possibly gore.

Timing: 2015, for particular timing of the characters original universes, see footnote of their respective chapters.

Rating: M, possibly MA.

Pairings: Wilhelmina and Allan (past). Wilhelmina and Orlando (friends with benefits).

Disclaimer: The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen original comic books © Allan Moore and Kevin O'Neill. Neverwhere (in character of Lady Door) © Neil Gaiman. Atomic Robo © Brian Clevinger and Scott Wegner. Stargate Atlantis (in character of Spike the Wraith) © MGM Studios. Hellboy (in character of Karl Ruprecht Kroenen) © Michael Mignola. Slenderman © Eric Knudsen (as Victor Surge). The story © Archer Black.

Dracula (in character of Wilhelmina Murray) by Bram Stoker. Allan Quatermain by sir Henry Rider Haggard. Orlando (or his/hers alike) by Virgina Woolf.

Death angel's kiss.

"Sleep and dream of this

Death angel's kiss

Brings final bliss

Completely

Empty they say

Death, won't you let me stay?

Empty they say

Death, hear me call your name

Ooh, call your name

Suicide, I've already died

You're just the funeral I've been waiting for

Cyanide, living dead inside

Break this empty shell for evermore (…)" – Metallica "Cyanide".

oOo

East of Poland. The next morning.

They managed to find a hotel and even rent a room for the night, but the girl at the reception was rather spooked by a man in a black mask and punk girl that came in asking for rooms. Luckily she spoke in flawless English so the communication was not a problem.

The next morning they just checked out and left before the streets became busy, the sun hasn't even rose yet when they packed themselves into the car.

"So, Slenderman, where to?" Robo turned to the back of the car, where the three villainous members of the group settled in their customary places.

The Slenderman sighed inaudibly and sat still for a moment, obviously focusing on something. It lasted for perhaps a minute when Spike finally spoke.

"He says that the Jihadist he senses is still asleep. It is easier to reach him right now." The Wraith passed what the Slim Creature said. "Outside of the town, well outside and south."

"South it is then." Robo turned back and started the engine.

oOo

They left the town and reached rural areas before the cloudy skies brightened with sunrise. It was a short trip that didn't look promising. They were surrounded by fields which offered no hiding spots for any Jihadists. They stopped in the middle of empty area and Slenderman stepped out of the car. His chest rose as he sucked fresh air and looked around in utter silence. In the distance light shimmered in house windows and the world was still drowning in gloomy dawn so typical for very late autumn. It was all he needed to direct Robo to where he sensed the Jihadists.

"You're sure?" Robo asked not being sure just how far he can trust creature's directions.

"He says that he is. If you will turn east on the nearest cross roads you will reach a forested area. "Spike acted as interpreter yet again. "He says he senses them in the proximity of it or in it. He says that there are some bunkers there, but he's not sure if they're Nazi German bunkers or local guerrilla bunkers."

"Does it matter?" Door pondered.

"It does." Kroenen answered. "Guerrilla bunkers may be less stable than Nazi ones."

"Because of German quality?" Robo mocked.

"Because guerrilla had to be ready to leave them at any moment, so they built them to last only as long as they need them." Kroenen explained. "If they survived longer that it was sheer luck. German bunkers are solid because they were meant to serve for the entire war no matter how long would it last."

"Then I hope they're Nazi German bunkers." Spike winced. "Just in case we have to get in."

"What's the matter? Wraith are scared of tunnels?" Robo giggled.

"No, but I do not fancy being buried alive." Spike hissed back, he did not appreciate the humour.

oOo

Soon they indeed found the cross roads and Robo drove to the east passing few small patches of threes. The road left a lot to ask for and the fact that a nasty, cold drizzle started to fall didn't make the trip any more pleasant.

Finally they reached the woods that Slenderman had in mind. Indeed it seemed large enough to serve as hiding spot.

"I wonder how on Earth these two managed to find out about bunkers?" Robo tapped lightly at the steering wheel with his fingers.

"Internet." Kroenen shrugged. "All they had to do was to go into local library and use their computer to connect to the internet."

"I highly doubt they know Polish and those materials about local bunkers and other post-war souvenirs are in English, let alone Arab." Robo argued. "And when did they have any time to learn about the area?"

"It's called Google Translate." Kroenen prompted. "They didn't need much time to check things out on the internet and we don't know how long before us they have arrived."

"Probably not more than a day and no less than few hours." Door nodded in agreement.

"And that would be enough." Kroenen sank deeper in the back couch. "But at least we're caught up with them fast enough."

"Not fast enough to catch them before they bunkered themselves up." Robo was still unhappy.

"Fast enough so they hadn't have a chance to gather everything to set up their alchemic laboratory." Kroenen sounded mildly pleased.

Slenderman nodded and then gently patted the German's arm.

"He agrees." Spike translated. "And says that neither they had enough time to build an Athanor."

"They still had enough time to set some traps." Robo reminded.

"I fear poacher's traps more." Spike pulled unhappy face. "From what Slenderman says they're rather nasty kind."

"They are." Door confirmed. "But we have no other choice but to go and search. We will have to simply be careful."

"Couldn't you or Slenderman just transport us to their bunker?" Spike pondered.

"I don't know about Slenderman, but I can't. I do not know where it is and I do not know how it looks." Door shook her head. "I don't have any point of reference and I do not think it would be wise to open into unknown enclosed space in this situation – who knows where we would exit?"

Slenderman nodded in agreement and reached to indicate that Robo should drive into the woods.

"He's right; we should drive at least far enough to not be seen from the road." Door concurred.

"All right. I'll turn into the neared side road." Robo started the engine again. "One question though: left or right?"

Slenderman pondered for a moment and shrugged.

"He says that the bunkers should be on the left but we should hide our car in the nearest convenient spot and continue on foot." Spike spoke on behalf of the faceless entity.

"There's a chance that they may hear us coming." Kroenen wasn't pleased.

"We don't have much choice." Door sighed. "Let's just hope we will catch them unprepared."

oOo

By the time it was already light the only thing that got caught unprepared was Robo who managed to trigger a poacher's snare. This was considered to be a good thing because the thin wire couldn't do him any harm unlike if it was Door, Spike or Kroenen instead. They weren't sure how it would end with Slenderman but the creature seemed to simply know where not to stomp. That in turn gave them an idea: the Jihadists had to pass the poacher's traps somehow. They couldn't just drive through the forest which meant that they had to go by foot and that in turn meant that they either had to walk around the traps or trigger them in order not to fall into them themselves. There was of course a slim chance that they discovered the snares by falling into them but that actually would be a good fortune – if one of them was wounded they'd be easier to catch. On the other hand if they drove around the woods then they wouldn't have to avoid any snares but in turn their car would be left in plain sight.

One way or another it was a good start and so they quickly started to look for any areas or patches that were safe to walk. Before they found something that seemed like a patch of deliberately triggered and removed traps it was already noon.

"It looks like there was some wire around this." Kroenen pointed at a thin, young tree. "The bark is damaged."

"Yes and here is where it was set." Robo crouched near the damaged tree. "And no animal has been caught into it."

"And no blood." Spike sniffed around. "Someone triggered it on purpose… or it failed to catch the animal that triggered it."

"No, it was triggered on purpose. Someone took the wire." Robo stood up. "If it was an animal the wire loop would still be here."

"That's the third one in a row." Kroenen looked back to where they came from. "We're on a good track here."

"I just hope no poacher will come." Door wrapped herself tighter with the coat. "They tend to be armed."

"And if they will, so what?" Robo asked. "What do you think they will do when they'll see us?"

At that moment Spike giggled. "Slenderman says that any poacher that will see him will 'shit bricks." The Wraith explained. Door only face palmed as the other two men laughed as well.

oOo

They followed the patch of triggered or dismantled snares to the edge of the woods; they could see the open space through the trees when they heard voices. It was two men talking loudly or perhaps arguing and they weren't locals. Kroenen quickly identified the language as Arabic, vastly different than Polish, but he wasn't able to tell what was said because of the distance.

They silently moved to the verge of the trees to see what was going on. Could it be that the two men they were after were just arguing out loud in an open space?

Taking advantage of some already bare but still thick bushes they silently observed the scene on the small meadow.

Two men – the same ones they almost caught in France – were standing and gesticulating as they quarrelled. Next to them stood two statues that looked like someone's failed attempt at sculpturing of young, muscular, handsome men. Suddenly one of the statues moved slightly its head to look at the third statue that lay at the feet of the tussling men. There was no mistake, the Jihadists managed to create golems.

"Slenderman says that they argue about animating the third one." Spike whispered and he sounded human in his undertones. "He says that they argue about experimenting with writing the Chem of the third golem in Arabic alphabet instead of Hebrew. Whatever difference it makes." He added and there was irritation in his voice.

"There is no way that these two were made of just clay." Robo mumbled as silently as his voice coder allowed him. "This has to be some sort of technology."

"In a way it is." Door muttered her answer.

"In a way I wonder how come they have any golems without having time to build a furnace to burn them in?" Spike hissed at Kroenen.

Kroenen sighed silently and turned to the Wraith. "And when exactly did I say that they needed to burn a golem in order make it operational?" He asked. He wondered how it was that people assumed that golems were form of pottery.

"Okay, enough." Door decided to end the argument before it betrayed their presence. "We should focus on the task at hand and how to proceed."

"I say there's nothing to think about, all we can do is attack." Robo shrugged.

"Indeed." Spike concurred. "Better not to wait for them to activate the third golem."

"Yes, but we cannot just jump out of the bushes." Kroenen pointed out.

"No, we need to approach as close as possible before attacking." Door agreed. "I say, Robo and Slenderman should take the golems. Slenderman is large enough and Robo is heavy enough to be able to manage them. Spike and I will engage the Jihadists and Doctor Kroenen will infiltrate the bunkers." She proposed.

"Agreed, except it should be Spike and I who should attack the Jihadists." Kroenen suggested. "Herrin Door should descent to the bunker."

"No. Your expertise in what they may have inside predisposes you to be the one who should explore their lair." Door opposed.

"I agree with Kroenen." Robo backed the Occultist. "If anything happens it is you who has the best chance to escape and bring help.

She hadn't any answer to that so she simply nodded.

They retreated deeper into the woods and slowly and silently circled the Jihadists. When they left the cover of the threes they were safely behind the Jihadists and had the chance to sneak closer before they would notice them. If they were lucky. Which they weren't.

They managed to get close enough to be able to tell details in the golems one of them looked around and its empty looking eyes fell on the group. They could see Hebrew word 'EMET'1) embedded on its forehead. The golem Emet rose its massive arms, opened it mouth and half-growled, half-whines in a low voice that sounded like a large animal in agony.

The Jihadists stopped discussing and looked at the golem at first and then at the direction the creature was trying to point at. That was the end of the sneak attack.

Golem Emet turned to them fully and assumed a wide stance as it in preparation for a fight. Slenderman didn't need any more of encouragement, he unfolded his tentacles and sent one of them in wide arc and deceiving slowlines of devastating strength but it brought little effect. The tentacle connected with the golem's right shoulder but the artificial creature didn't seem to even notice it. Slenderman could just as well try to thresh a mountain. If anything it did more harm to Slenderman than to the animated clay. The tentacle trembled slightly after connecting with the body of the golem and then Slender's knees bent a little form the pain and he instantly retracted the wounded tentacle.

Everyone observed the scene in tense silence until Robo broke it.

"Get them!" He said pointing at the Jihadists and their brand new golems.

They moved just as the Jihadists ordered their golems to defend them. Door used the distraction to quickly move to the entry to the bunker.

Both golems, each of them nearly four metres2) tall, turned to the attackers and slowly but dauntlessly stomped at the four charging men. Slenderman wasted no time, at the moment he was almost a metre shorter than his opponent, he instantly grew in height and engaged the very same golem he moved against earlier.

Robo started with applying his usual tactics: punch it until it gives up or die. Or explode. The golem was much taller than Atomic Robo tough, so the task was harder than it would seem but on the other hand Robo had plenty of experience in fighting enemies larger than himself (especially that he was pretty short). If the sheer size of the unholy creation wasn't enough, it was both inhumanely resilient and didn't feel any pain which meant that it would take more than hail of punches to render it harmless.

If that wasn't enough the thing was also fast, it had lightning reflexes to back up its ram-like might. Robo needed a plan to dismantle the damn thing. He looked up and recalled what was said about Golems – they required their chems to function, whatever effect the thing had on the clay. He had to destroy the chem and see if it would yield any effect. The letters differed from the one that Slenderman fought and formed words 'ADAM'1) even though Robo didn't know that.

Slenderman taught with the experience didn't launch his tentacles at golem Emet; it would do it no harm anyway. Instead of that the faceless creature released his tentacles and grabbed golem's limbs immobilizing it. Or at least that was the plan because the golem was trying to free itself and Slenderman realised that he has troubles with keeping the damned thing in place. He reached and grabbed the golem's arms with his hands. This would be some struggle, but as mighty as the golem was, Slenderman was no weakling himself. On top of that he wasn't sure what hurt more: his damaged tentacle or his injured pride.

Behind the two golems Jihadists were struggling with their own attackers – Spike and Kroenen. Spike's adversary had large and nasty looking knife or perhaps it was large enough to be a dagger and it looked like it could be used for decapitating some poor innocent. The man was putting quite a decent fight too, he was pretty tall, had a wide arms' range and wasn't shy when it came to fighting. Kroenen's own Jihadist was just as bold but instead had pair of ugliest knuckle dusters the ex-Nazi ever saw.

Robo jumped back to avoid being hit by enormous fist, his plan was to just hammer out the chem engraved in the clay of his golem. It probably wouldn't be as easy as it sounded because the clay of these two golems didn't behave like clay should; it was much more elastic and resembled skin. Robo gave the golem once-over to see if he could trip the creature which would save him some work. The abomination had a good stance but a little bit of force and some swift moves would do the trick.

The golem Adam took advantage of the moment Robo focused on its legs and swung his beefy arm. The swing connected with Robo's chest and sent him flying.

"Son of a..!" Was all that Robo managed to utter before he connected with the earth again.

The flight didn't take him very far, it looked like golem didn't put much heart or whatever it had instead into it, but it was just enough for Robo to see stars.

oOo

Door entered the third room she found in the not too large bunker. The first two were kitchen and sleeping quarters, she had two more to go and she guessed that one of them had to be toilet of sorts so the other one could have been used by its newest occupants as a workshop and perhaps future laboratory.

She passed the short corridor and entered the first room she found – it was indeed a workshop. The room was large and it could have served for many purposes in the past, but right now it stored plenty of random items. There was a large table in the middle, littered with books and folders. In the far corner, under a wall a pile of bags rested, probably containing whatever materials they intended to use to build their Athanor. This room wasn't an alchemist lab yet but it would become one in time. If the jihadists were left to their own devices.

Door approached the table, the materials for the furnace were unimportant right now; it was the books and any other documents that mattered now.

oOo

Kroenen howled when the Adam golem reached and lifted him in both hands, squeezing him hard in the process. Hands of the creature were enormous but it needed both of them to encircle and crush an adult man. Kroenen rasped again feeling that his bones would give in a moment.

The Jihadists freed of his oppressor immediately ran for the bunker, Kroenen wasn't sure if he saw Door running in there or he wanted to retrieve some sort of a weapon.

"Little help!" The Occultist rasped with strain. Before he said anything else he heard a trotting and the golem reeled slightly.

"Where's your jihadist?" Robo asked piggybacking the golem.

"Hnnn… he escaped when this one grabbed me." Kroenen whzeezed, the golem's grip didn't loosen a bit. "Why… ngg… didn't keep it busy?"

"It shook me off." Robo started to pummel the golem in the back of its head. "The damn thing can sock like a devil."

"Just make it, hrrnnhh… let me go." Kroenen could swear that he heard his ribs crackling. "So I can go after that, grrrnnn… Jihadist."

"Let's see what I can do." Robo focused on the golem's shoulder. Perhaps he could damage its arm enough for it to release Kroenen before its regeneration would kick in.

oOo

Door heard someone descending through the hatch and thought that perhaps it was one of the boys but then she heard the steps and she immediately knew it was none of her subordinates. These were not silent stomps of Robo who wore Converses, or surprisingly light steps of Spike who had ankle boots nor rapping steps of Kroenen's jackboots. Nor it was discreet tapping of Slenderman's elegant shoes, but Door doubted that he would bother by walking; he would simply materialize next to her.

The hurried, clicking steps closed in and she turned around only to see a Jihadists storming in. The man froze upon seeing her. In the dim light his eyes seemed to be like two coals glittering with tiny sparks. The man glared at her with clear surprise, it was obvious he didn't expect to see anyone in that room, least of all a woman with such unusual looks to her. But when the initial shock passed the anger took its place and he moved towards her growling something that she couldn't understand.

Before she could decide what to do he was already at her, wrapping his fingers around her throat.

"Who are you and what you're doing here, you little bitch?" He roared at her lifting his other hand armed with a knuckle duster but she wasn't about to answer him even if she could draw a breath. She had a dagger on her, hidden in her right boot but she knew she wouldn't be able to reach for it. Not with that man's choke hold on her.

As she grabbed his wrist she recollected a dreadful day from years before, when just like now she was surrounded by concrete and stone with a man's firm grip around her throat. And just like then, she had only one choice and only one thing to do to save herself. And she did now just like she did it back then3).

oOo

Spike decided that he had enough of the pesky human trying to cut him with his blade. The Wraith decided that evading the blade any longer would be nothing else than wasting his time – he tried that for long enough. Spike wasn't all that keen on getting cut or stabbed but his wound would heal instantly and the pain wasn't anything new to him so he decided to just wrap it up and be done.

The Jihadist took a swing and Spike saw a perfect opportunity – the man was right handed so the blow came from the left and Spike grabbed it with his left, non-feeding hand. The blade cut into the green skin of the Space Vampire drawing deep red blood4) but his hold of the dagger was firm. He hissed atavistically and tripped the Jihadist who lost his grip of his weapon.

At this moment Spike knew that he won, the impact took the man's breath away and the alien threw the dagger away and kneeled next to his adversary. He reached with both his hands; the palm of his left hand already healed, and ripped the jacket and the shirt and then the undershirt apart. The Jihadist managed to refocus his eyes in the right time to see the green man slam his right hand to his chest, and then to scream as the blinding, agonizing pain kicked in.

oOo

Kroenen rushed into the bunker and saw that there was some light coming from one of the rooms. There were no noises coming from it and the German thought that he might have be too late. He hurriedly reached the door and walked in prepared to face the Jihadist. Instead he saw pale looking Door, the girl's face was almost as white as her keyhole tattoo but she was breathing calmly.

At her feet laid the Jihadist that Kroenen fought previously, shock still evident on his face. The man was dead, gutted but there was no blood anywhere. There was only one way he could have been killed that the Occultist could think about.

"I didn't realise you open people too." He said calmly even if his inner surgeon screamed that this is not the proper way for man's internal organs to get outside.

"I don't." Door replied in shaky voice. "I only did it once before, but it was in self-defence." She added not specifying which time she had in mind, or what was most probable – both.

"Are you hurt? Did he wound you?" Kroenen asked stepping closer.

"No, he only managed to surprise me." Door shook her head. "I will be perfectly fine after I will calm down." She took a deep breath. "I have found books and documents here." She continued but her voice was still shaking. "There's more than we thought they had."

"I doubt that all of this originates from MI6 archives." Kroenen nodded. "They certainly came prepared."

"We must take all of this with us." Door decided.

"I agree. Firstly we must find the MI6 archival documents." The Occultist looked through the materials preliminarily. "Then we must give them more throughout look, evaluate and sort them."

"Why?"

"To know what we have in here." Kroenen explained. "There are things that no governmental agency should know about. For the same reason the Jihadists shouldn't." He decided to cut the discussion. "The temptation to use something they do not understand for their own political games is too great for them. If you do not believe me, ask Herrin Murray."

"Oh…" Door blinked. She did understand it, of course. There were things that some people, no matter who they were, should never be in possession of. She knew and understood that, her whole family was murdered because someone wanted something that they were forbidden5).

"The others should be finished by now. And if they aren't, they may need some assistance." He directed himself at the door. "Are you sure you do not need anything for your disturbed nerves?"

"No, I will be perfectly fine. I've been through worse." She politely declined. He was a medical doctor, a surgeon to be exact but she wasn't sure what he could give her especially that all he had was his computer.

oOo

Robo was pommeling his golem's head like it was a drum. After he managed to cripple it just enough to release Kroenen he realised that whatever force kept the golem active also kept it in one piece and in the right shape, but enough punches delivered with enough force and enough pace would disturb the clay so that it would take longer for it to return to its previous shape. That in turn could help him to deactivate it by simply beating its chem flat.

It seemed to do the trick too, because at some point the clay stopped returning to its original shape losing its skin-like quality, more so it started to behave more like clay and the golem fell back completely. At that moment Robo knew that it was all or nothing now and focused his blows exclusively on the chem, not bothering with eyes that until now he also aimed at in order to blind the thing. Now that the clay of its head started to behave like clay should it wouldn't be that difficult.

And indeed it wasn't, merely few punches made the trick, the chem was destroyed and the moment the letters stopped being recognisable the golem stropped moving and it turned into lifeless clay figure. Robo froze with his left fist raised in mid-punch; it was over, the golem was no more! He punched the clay again just to be sure.

Slenderman was trying to overpower Emet golem but no matter with how much he squeezed with his tentacles the thing wouldn't give up. Seeing that Robo was about to finish his own golem, Slenderman decided to change his tactics too. He backed from the golem and pulled the tentacles wrapped around the clay monster, each leg in slightly different direction while at the same time he pushed with the tentacles wrapped around the thing's arms destabilising it. The effect was instant – the golem lay on its back on the old grass. At that moment, before it was able to adapt and put up a fight yet again, Slenderman pulled with all his might ripping the golem's limbs off. The clay seemed to be resilient to punches and blows, the golem was terribly strong, but it looked like it was not as resilient to dismembering especially with each of its limbs being pulled at the same time and with the kind of force that Slenderman has at his disposal.

The laying golem with ripped arms was an easy target now. Slenderman simply reached and sunk its fingers into the creature's forehead, ripping the part with chem and crushing it in his fist. The second the chem became separate and then turned into ball of clay the Emet golem was no more.

Door seeing that the two golems were dealt with walked to Spike who was kneeling next to extremely old looking man. There was a single bloodied wound in the man's chest and fine puncture wounds surrounding it. The puncture wounds matched Spike's sharp nails.

"What happened to him?" Door asked in surprise, she never saw anything like this before.

"I fed upon him." Spike spoke as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "I left him just enough to survive and answer questions if you have any."

"I do not, but there are people in London that may." Door studied the man. He still had pain in his eyes. "Did you have to make him like this?"

"I have no control over the results of the feeding. It simply works like this." Spike defended himself.

"At least he is alive." Kroenen kneeled at the Jihadist's head and reached for his neck. "His pulse is weak but even." He informed. "He will live, at least for now."

"What now?" Spike asked. "Are we done here?"

"No. There are still things to finish here." Kroenen stood up.

"Such as?" Robo walked closer.

"We need to collect the documents they possessed." Kroenen informed. "And then we must secure the bunker."

"And by securing you mean..?" Robo questioned.

"I mean collapsing it." Kroenen belaboured. "Preferably with use of explosives."

"Sound good to me." Robo approved. "How do you want to do this?" Robo pointed at the three golems, two deactivated and one unfinished.

"We will throw them to the bunker. It should solve the problem for good." Door decided. "But first we should take the books and documents… and this Jihadist." Door decided. "We can return tomorrow to finish things here."

"Okay. Let's do so." Robo nodded.

"And the other Jihadist?" Spike asked. He couldn't sense him from some time now.

"He won't cause us any problems." Kroenen promised. "Not anymore."

They got to work.

TBC

OK. Since while LoEG fic, the LoEG is in itself a crossover, so do not worry if you won't be familiar with any of the characters, if the need will arise it will be explain and if you will have any additional questions or something won't be clear, you can also contact me and ask and I will answer you to the best of my abilities.

1) "Emet" in Hebrew means "Truth". "Adam" means "Man". By removing the initial letters (which in both cases is letter "aleph") we get "Met" which means "Dead" or "Dam" which means "Blood".

2) 4 m = 13, 1234 ft, or 157, 4803 in, or 4, 3745 yd.

1 m = 3, 2808 ft or 39, 3701 in, or 1, 0936 yd.

3) Neil Gaiman's Neverwhere, the comic, vol1. The man's from the past name was Ross, and his sole purpose was to get himelf killed.

4) Wraith have red blood and that's not just my wild guess but a fact. They cannot have different blood because it wouldn't work for them.

1. Wraith are direct descents of insects/arachnids that continuously fed upon humans absorbing their DNA and somehow passing human genes to their offspring so that though generations a new species came into existence.

2. Iratus bugs (Wraith insect ancestor) are invertebrate, arthropods. Insects do not have blood but they have haemolymph and they do not have lungs but tracheal tubes that deliver oxygen directly to their cells so their haemolymph doesn't have to and even if, the haemocyanin is not nearly as effective as haemoglobin. They have open circulatory system so the haemolymph flows freely into their body cavity and slush around, their hearts don't even beat rhythmically because they do not have to.

3. Wraith despite being descents of insects are vertebrate themselves, they have lungs and closed circulatory system because their blood has to carry not only nutrients but also oxygen to their cells; this also means that their hearts have to beat regularly.

4. What's the difference between blood and haemolymph?

a) Blood is red; its colour comes from haemoglobin which takes its colour from iron.

b) Haemolymph is blue; its colour comes from haemocyanin which takes its colour from copper. Also haemolymph is a mix of what floats inside of invertebrate's circulatory system and other fluids.

5. Wraith being the size they are could not have tracheal tubes (well, they could but the oxygen levels would have to be much higher so they could not survive in human habitable worlds), they need lungs. They also live in vast variety of environments on many planets, just like humans.

Haemocyanin is found also in other invertebrates, such as squids (molluscs) in which it serves to transport oxygen from gills to all cells but there is a serious problem. Most molluscs are quite small, only squids can grow to gigantic sizes (and yes they also use haemocyanin as their blood dye). But there is a catch – haemocyanin only works well in colder environments (that's why giant squids are found alive and in good health in cold waters), its ability to carry oxygen drops in warmer temperatures, while haemoglobin carries oxygen equally well at all times (until it freezes or boils that is). To function in warm climates Wraith need haemoglobin.

6. But in other space operas, like Star Trek, there are large vertebrates that have different coloured bloods, take Volcans and their famously green blood.

Well, if Iratus bugs fed on Volcans then Ancient records omitted that fact entirely. What we know is that Iratus bugs fed on humans (who are famous for having red blood).

7. We never saw Wraith blood in full sun, we only had glimpses of it in dim lit rooms where even human blood would look black, but we can tell that Wraith have pink elements in them – their feeding organs, the corners of their eyes, their mouths, often their lips, veins in their eyes, all that is coloured by their blood, just like in humans. And both humans and Wraith have these parts pink. So, think or say what you want, but Wraith blood is red, period.

5) Angel Islington. He had a star in his navel. At least he did in the comic book.