Nemo pulled his seat closer to Jekyll. The man still lay in a deep, drugged sleep. His red hair pasted to his head from the sweat of his horrible nightmares.

"Jekyll, you must wake." Nemo said again. But it had been days. The only motion Jekyll showed was a fluttering of eyelids and the small twitching of his dry, pale lips.

Nemo pulled his chin down and gently poured a spot of water into his mouth. His tongue vibrated up to his teeth as if to stop anymore water from pouring into his throat.

Nemo sat back, putting the full cup of water on the nightstand. He cleared his throat and stood up. This was his fault. He never should have let Lisab give Jekyll such a strong dose of liquid.

And who was this Lisab? He really didn't know the man that well. He had only let him come onboard because of his ingenious creation of the miniature ocean. Why had he trusted this stranger to administer dangerous drugs to his friends?

Nemo knew he would have to get help from Mina if Jekyll didn't wake soon. He was praying that she would know of a mixture that might bring Jekyll back. He wasn't sure. He didn't really know if Mina dealt in that sort of thing.

Behind him, Jekyll coughed violently.

Nemo turned.

Jekyll was sitting up in the bed now, his head bowed, "Simon?" Jekyll said softly. It was a name that Nemo had heard Jekyll uttered before.

Nemo walked over to the bed slowly, "Jekyll?"

Jekyll's eyes were still closed, "I'll be with you soon, my son." And then he fell back to the sweat drenched sheets.

Tom checked the trunk again just to make sure that it was definitely locked tight. He wasn't sure of what Mina was up to, but he wasn't about to let her get her hands on his Winchester again. Since when was she so interested in his guns? It wasn't right. Noit was down right weird of her.

He threw a blanket over the trunk and climbed into his bed. He was more then tired. He was exhausted. He had never been so worried.

Skinner should have been back an hour ago.

"Darn it." Tom whispered as he pulled the covers up to his chin, "Darn that Mina. I bet she got back and caught Skinner. Now Skinner's gonna tear up my hide."

He pulled his pillow up behind his back, letting a snort escape from his nose.

Then he realized that he had just witnessed movement. He froze.

Was someone in the room with him?

His candle flickered and he realized, with great relief, that it was just his holster casting the strange shadow on the wall. Each time the flame of the candle moved, the holster danced with it.

He breathed in a sigh of relief. He half expected to see vampire bat Mina hanging in the shadows watching him.

He laughed lightly at himself, "I'm an idiot."

The room was warm and very cozy. Tom made sure that he looked at the strange shadows once more before he rested his head on the pillow and began to fall into a deep sleep.

But, at about three in the morning, he woke to something sliding past the back of his head. It felt cold and smelled ancient as if it had just climbed out of a tomb.

He was frozen with terror. His eyes staring at the flickering candle. But it wasn't ordinary for the wick to be so active. He watched as the flame shot high in the air and then it gently wiggled back down to a soft sway. The shadows on the wall were moving with it.

He pulled the covers quickly over his head, "Mina?" he asked, "Skinner?"

Now the room was getting cold.

He gently slid the cover from his head.

The chill that ran down his spine made his teeth chatter in his mouth.

There was a face, very near to his, watching him. Red eyes blinked and he was sure that he could see a hand coming toward him. It seemed to be reaching for something.

He moved.

The thing ducked and disappeared into the shadows.

Tom, terrified, but somewhat angry, leaped from the bed, now grabbing his guns from his holster. He aimed at the thing as it shifted from one wall to the other.

What the heck was it?

He moved, noticing that his own shadow didn't seem to be moving with him.

He raised his arm, but his shadow's arm stayed down.

Maybe it wasn't his shadow.

He stepped forward and it followed, but, to his surprise, it stepped back and then he watched as it fell to the floor.

Tom was astonished. He looked toward his bed. Was he still asleep?

Back on the wall, the thing with the red eyes was now pulling at Tom's shadow. There seemed to be a struggle going on.

He wanted to help, but he wasn't sure of how to do it. How did you save your own shadow?

He moved toward the wall.

Red eyes glared at him for a moment and then he watched in horror as his shadow was pulled up from the floor and dragged out of his bedroom.

He puzzled this whole incident.

Finally, his eyes heavy with sleep, he decided it was all just a very strong hallucination. He tucked his guns back in his holsters, blew out his candle and climbed into bed.

His eyes closed by themselves. And he was soon in a deep sleep.

Right outside his bedroom, the red eyes glowed as they moved away from his door. Behind the thing, stumbling along, was Tom's shadow.

Mina and Dorian stood over the captured Skinner. His whole body was now covered in his grease paint. His hands and legs tied to the bedposts. His mouth gagged and his eyes blindfolded.

"Stupid idea to sneak into an immortals room, Mr. Skinner." Dorian purred as he eyed Mina, "Especially since she hasn't fed yet."

There was a moaning scream of something from the gagged mouth and a struggle as he tried to pull his hands from his binds.

"I'll prepare something to keep him a bit more quiet." Mina said softly as she moved past Skinner and into the other room.

"Lucifer." Dorian said sharply. The dog padded into the room and seated itself beside the bed. Dorian patted the dog's head and then went back into the other room. He shut the door behind himself and locked it.

"That is a big mouth to have to quiet down. Why don't we just kill him?" Dorian said as he dressed himself in a comfortable, red velvet robe, "It would be my pleasure."

Mina eyed him from her desk of test tubes and beakers, "You're a madman." She said softly as she repositioned her glasses on her nose, "Unlike you, I don't have a passion for unnecessary killings." She turned back to her mixture.

Dorian walked over to his long mirror on the wall, "I make them necessary."

Mina worked fast, but her efforts were wasted when, upon completing the mix, the liquid evaporated and then blew up in her face.

Dorian paused himself in the mirror, "You know you can't think straight when you are starving."

She ignored him and stood up quickly. But when she turned, he was standing there. His whole presence dripping with seductiveness.

"I think you saw my weakness," he began the poem softly, his eyes roving her face, "and I saw yours as well. Both our long existences wrapped in flames of hell." He brushed his lips past hers, "I think the devil sang out song, but didn't know the tune." He kissed her chin, "And now were locked in silence here and death can't come too soon."

His words ended in a soft purr against her throat. She shivered as his mouth came to meet hers and they locked in a passionate kiss.

Mina couldn't control herself and soon she bit into his lip. But that wasn't enough. In seconds, her fangs slammed down into the throbbing vein in his neck. Mad gushes of blood shot into her mouth causing her to moan with relief against Dorian's hard chest.

The throbbing heat of his own blood ran down his skin and soaked into his robe as she drank. He was well aware of how much she was taking and knew that he would soon have to stop her if she didn't stop herself. Sometimes she got a bit too wild. Sometimes her bloodlust took over and turned her into a ravenous beast.

Dorian knew how to control her.

Gently, he wrapped his hand in her hair and yanked.

She groaned and gnawed deeper into his vein.

He yanked her hair harder.

"You're making quite the mess." He said as she finally pulled away from him, her hand immediately wiping at her chin, "And I am going to bed now." He threw off the blood-drenched robe and pulled on another robe. This one was dark blue, but just as warm. His skin was already healing itself, the blood that streaked his chest was slowly seeping back into his pores.

Mina gathered herself, "I'll finish the mix." She said softly as she smoothed her blouse and seated herself back at the desk.

"I want Tom's gun by tomorrow night." He said quietly as he blew out the candle on his nightstand and climbed into bed, "Or I may have to torture you."

Mina tapped at the beaker that sat in front of her on the desk, "Just spending this whole voyage with you has been torture enough." She sighed as the liquid in the glass again evaporated and blew up in her face.

"You know what I mean." Came his dark reply.

"Yes." She said softly as she began, once again, to mix the chemicals, "I know what you mean."

But what she wasn't aware of was the fact that she had grabbed the wrong chemical.

As she poured the liquid into the beaker, Hyde's grinning face appeared on the surface.