~ These chapters will probably be a bit longer because this story is nearing its end. Hope the beginning of this chapter doesn't bore anyone too much.

TO ALL THE DORIAN FANS: The end of this chapter is full of him just for you. Eat him up, ENDURO, but save me the last bite =)

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Now…on with the show!

Jekyll woke to the soft purring of the giant ship. He was cold. His body shivering so violently that he was sure his teeth would shatter against each other at any moment. He scratched at his sideburns only causing them to feel itchier then they already were. His face seemed on fire. Slowly, he sat up in the bed, his eyes catching sight of Nemo who was looking upon him with a very worried expression in his gaze.

To Jekyll, Nemo looked as if he hadn't slept in days.

"Jekyll? Are you okay?" the Indian now stood and walked over to him, "You were mumbling the strangest things. I could have sworn I was loosing you."

Jekyll shook his head quickly, some sweat flicking off and hitting Nemo, "I…I…fine." He said, but his lips buzzed with the words and he wasn't sure if he could utter anything else. He now sat on the edge of the bed, leaned over, trying desperately to stop the dizzy feeling in his brain.

Nemo was squatted in front of him, his tan hands on Jekyll's bony knees, "You really must get back into the bed; back under the covers."

Jekyll looked into Nemo's brown eyes, "He's coming. Can't you hear him?"

Nemo bowed his head to listen, "I hear nothing." He stood and pushed Jekyll back toward the sheets of the bed, but Jekyll resisted.

"I hear him. I think he's in the walls." Jekyll was looking about the room now, his eyes red rimmed and full of fear, "He's out."

"Who?" Nemo asked, the turban on his head seemed lopsided somehow and his beard looked messy. Softly he ventured a guess that made Jekyll snap his attention back to him, "Simon?"

Jekyll stared at Nemo with such anger in his eyes that Nemo wasn't sure of what might happen, "You think that is funny?" Jekyll stammered, a deep sweat glistening on his vast forehead, "My dead son? You think my poor dead son is funny?"

Nemo backed up, "No, it's just that…"

The room vibrated lightly and then a pounding could be heard at the door. Nemo moved toward Jekyll, but he was already off the bed, his hands grasping the wall for support as he pulled himself to the door, "I must stop Hyde." He panted as he neared the door.

Nemo caught him just as he faltered, "You are too weak." He scolded as the door began to break from its hinges; "He will kill you."

"JEKYLL!" a voice screamed from the other side. Nemo pulled Jekyll to the bed.

Just as Jekyll fell to the sheets, the door flew into the room, slamming into Nemo. He fell back, his head bashing into the wall beside the bed. Now he lay unconscious.

Jekyll looked to the door and was surprised to see the doorway empty, but he could hear heavy breathing. Something was still in the room with him. It was nearing him.

Invisible?

"Skinner." Jekyll said as he began to feel dizzy once again, "What have you done?"

"Jekyll." It hissed softly as it drew closer.

Jekyll felt sick all of a sudden. His head was heating up so much that he was sure he would explode soon. He grabbed a pillow, now holding it up to the invisible menace, "Hyde?"

"It's time for you ta end and me ta begin." Hyde was saying, but it came out in Skinner's accent.

"You don't exist." Jekyll said as his body began to shake, "You're just a formula. A poor state of mind." He was choking back the feeling of vomiting.

"I own you." Hyde sneered and then Jekyll felt the enormous hands of Hyde closing around his throat.

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Mina pushed herself to the wall behind Skinner, her body aching from how rigid she was making herself be at the moment. In front of her Skinner was choking Jekyll. She could see the pressure of invisible hands around Jekyll's throat. Jekyll's Adam's apple bobbed above the indention of the hands, but she was getting more and more afraid that it would pop from his skin and hit the wall at any moment. She moved toward the two men, her eyes never leaving Jekyll's red swollen face. She knew she would have to be quick. In her hand she held the sleep formula, mixed with a bit of a tranquilizer.

Jekyll was now kicking at the sheets of the bed, his hands grasping onto the large beast who meant to end his life.

Mina moved suddenly, her hands so tight on the syringe that she worried it might break, but there was no time to relax her grip.

She could see where Skinner was on the bed. His knees made two impressions in the covers of the mattress.

She had to get the needle into a vein. Thank God Skinner still had some of the grease paint on his arm so that she could see a throbbing vein against the surface of his skin. As Skinner pushed more energy into his hands in order to choke Jekyll, his vein was getting bigger and bigger.

It was now or never.

Mina jumped him from behind. Her left arm around his wide neck as her right hand worked to place the needle in his vein. He roared in fury, but didn't let go of Jekyll.

Quickly she pushed the needle deep into his vein, emptying it as fast as she could, but, before she could get it all into him, he let go of Jekyll and threw himself off the bed and onto the floor in order to crush her.

She felt as if her back had just broken as she hit the cold floor with Skinner now pinning her there. She could see Jekyll still gasping for air, his body now leaned over the bed as he tried to get over the shock of what had just happened.

Mina screamed for Jekyll to run as Skinner tore at her clothes. Was he meaning to rape her? Jekyll had told Mina a few times about things that Hyde had done to women.

That wasn't about to happen to her!

She gathered all her strength and with one powerful shove, Skinner flew back against the bed.

Jekyll, a fleeting glance back at Mina, limped out of the room.

Skinner was roaring against the sheets as he pulled the half-empty syringe from his arm. Now the syringe was coming at Mina. She ducked from it a few times, finally knocking it out of his hands so that it flew and crashed against the wall.

All of a sudden the room was silent.

Mina stared at the spot where Skinner had just been. Where was he?

And then, to her horror, she heard Jekyll's screams of terror from down the hall.

She rushed out into the hallway only to slam into Tom.

"What's going on!" he said, but Mina didn't let him question her more than that as she pushed past him.

Jekyll was down the hall, his body being thrown about the corridor, "No!" she shrieked as she jumped onto Skinner again. This time she buried her long fangs in his neck.

He wailed out, his arms grabbing for her, but missing as he tried to shake her from his throat. Jekyll lay on the floor, hardly breathing.

And then, very slowly, Skinner fell to his knees.

Mina pulled her fangs from his neck and stood up.

Blood still flowed from the wound, now it covered his right shoulder. She shivered from the taste of it. She really wanted more, but she wasn't about to let her blood lust take over.

Tom now stood beside her, his hands empty.

They both watched as Skinner fell forward to the floor, his head making an impression in Jekyll's back.

Mina rushed over to Jekyll, pushing Skinner aside as she pulled Jekyll's head onto her lap, "You'll be okay." She said softly as she stroked some stray hair from his eyes, "You'll see another day."

She looked at Tom puzzled by his lack of guns, "Where are your weapons?"

Jekyll moaned in her lap and tried to sit up. She laid her hands on his chest, "Rest." She said softly, her eyes going back to Tom.

"I thought you would know where my guns are." He said softly, "Or have you already forgotten that you stole them?"

She eyed him coldly, "They're missing?"

"All of them." He said with anger twitching at his mouth.

Mina looked down at Jekyll, "You think you can walk?" she asked as he blinked his eyes open.

"Yes. I suppose." He said as she lifted him from the floor. They avoided Skinner as they moved back toward the room.

Nemo stood in the doorway looking ruffled, "Is Skinner dead?" his head was still bleeding a bit and this made Mina gasp, pushing past him quickly.

Mina helped Jekyll into bed and then turned to Nemo, "No, he's just sleeping. Do you think you and Tom could get him into a bed? I have something I have to tend to."

Nemo patted Tom on the shoulder, "Sure." He said.

Mina moved from the room, Tom's ice cold glare following her down the hallway.

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Dorian woke to the opening and closing of the bedroom door. His eyes strayed to the clock on the mantle, he could hardly see it in the darkness of the room, "Three am and all is well." He whispered to himself as Mina came into sight. She said nothing to him as she pulled her long hair from its position atop her head and threw the barrette over to her desk. It clanged against a beaker there and then fell to the floor.

Dorian still lay under the covers, his pin stripped night attire clashing against the rose patterned sheets of the bed. He was resting on his elbows now, his eyes following Mina, "I thought you had gone off and gotten yourself killed by that invisible nightmare."

"Yes, and all that concern you had for me made you tired enough to go to sleep. I feel so loved, Dorian." She paused with a look of easy calm on her beautiful face, "I'm so very sorry that I woke you."

Dorian grinned slightly, his eyes going to the sheets as he began to trace one of the roses there with his long finger, "I have no time for worry, Mina, you know that. Now, why don't you tell me exactly what it was that you put in that little mixture of yours." His dark eyes seemed deadly now, "I'd love to know."

She seated herself on the chest in front of the bed, her hands immediately going to her boots in order to take them off for the night, "Nothing. I have no idea what happened."

"You betrayed me in order to save Skinner." He said softly, "That is what happened."

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Mina breathed in a heavy sigh, but didn't say a word. Why bother arguing with him, he was bound to win because he wouldn't give up until she did. He was horribly stubborn that way. She put her boots beside the chest, stretching over to the place on the floor where her barrette lay. She picked it up, gently sliding it into her pocket. Then she noticed, with some concern, that her whole blouse was slashed open, "Hyde." She whispered.

Quickly she got up and changed herself into one of Dorian's shirts. He eyed her from the bed, but said nothing.

"Seems I met Tom Sawyer in the hallway tonight." She said, now buttoning the shirt over her slender body, the cuffs covering her hands, "And do you know what he told me?"

"I'm dying to find out." Dorian said with a hint of boredom in his voice.

Mina smiled at him gently, her hands brushing off a red thread that had become tangled in one of the buttonholes, "He seems to be missing all his guns."

Dorian grinned and sat up, pulling his pillow up behind himself, "I hope not all his guns." He purred lightly as his grin subsided into a smirk, "That would be rather unfortunate."

Mina rolled her eyes lightly, but kept her distance from the bed, "I suppose you had Basil go out and steal them while I tracked down Tom?"

"Indeed." He said, now leaning over the bed in order to grab the Winchester from its hiding place, "And the prize is mine."

Mina stared at the gun for a moment, "It figures. And what, may I be so bold in asking, did you promise to Basil?"

Behind her, from under the piano, Lucifer began to growl. She ignored him as she neared Dorian on the bed, "Please, Mina, what do you think I promised him?" Dorian said as his eyes came away from the gun in his lap, "But it doesn't mean that I'm going to give it to him."

Lucifer's growl was growing in his throat as he moved from underneath the piano. Mina stiffened in her place by the bedpost, "Seems our talk has upset Lucifer." She said softly, her head slowly turning so that now she could see the dog moving toward her, "But I'm not in the mood for two growling beasts tonight." She turned quickly, grabbing the dog up by its neck skin she moved over to the door to the other room and threw it inside. Lucifer yelped, but remained quiet.

The candles flickered low light against Dorian's amazing face, "That wasn't very nice." He said quietly.

She locked the door, now turning her attention back to the man in her bed, "I think you should spend the night with your four legged friend."

"He's not my type." He was now leaned over the bed putting the Winchester back in hiding, "Basil saved you from having to get the gun, now all you have to worry about doing is getting the beard."

She seated herself on the edge of the bed, her eyes on the candlelight, "That won't be so easy." She said lightly.

"Its called seduction, Mina, use it."

"Like you always do?" she turned her face from the candle's flickering wick and was stunned to see Dorian's face so close to hers. She breathed him in, "I suppose you are seducing Basil also?"

A quiver of a smile lingered on his lips as he leaned himself back on his elbows again, "It's so easy to do."

She shook her head lightly, her blue eyes staring off into the darkness, "That's very cruel of you."

"Yes, I feel so awful." He said softly as his hand moved over her naked thigh, "Hm…seems that you have feed tonight. Or my blood is keeping you a lot warmer these nights."

She was still staring into the darkness, her eyes blinking lightly, "I had to attack Skinner." She sounded far away for a moment, but then her eyes met with Dorian's, "I controlled my blood lust."

Dorian grinned as he pulled a knife from under Mina's pillow. Gently he dug it into his chest, "Um…" he purred softly, his eyes shifting to her face, "how's that blood lust now?"

She stood up quickly, "I really am trying to control it."

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Dorian watched the wound on his chest heal itself up. As soon as it had closed he buttoned up his shirt, pulled the covers back up to his chin and laid himself back on the pillow, "Good night Mina." He said softly, but he was given no answer.

He closed his eyes, quickly falling into a deep sleep.

Around five in the morning, he woke to wet kisses on his neck. Her cold body was now pressed up against his, her frosty feet burying themselves between his warm feet. He shivered lightly as her icy breath lingered against his earlobe, "Maybe I was a bit too quick to say what I shouldn't have said." She whispered in his ear.

He pressed his behind into her and moaned, "Your loss."

She moved even closer, her breasts now pressed into his back, her hand sliding up his chest. He could feel her other hand burying itself in his hair as she kissed and sucked at the skin of his throat. He was quite sure she was sucking on his Adam's apple. When she spoke, her words vibrated up to his chin and almost felt as if they were meaning to move his lips, "It's very ungentlemanly of you not to offer a lady a drink." She said softly, "Almost obscene."

"I never admitted to being a gentleman." He moved further from her, pushing her feet away from his feet. His hand moved into the mattress of the bed and he pulled out a wooden stake. Quickly he sat up, holding the weapon over her, "I'm not in the mood, lover." He said with venom in his words.

Mina sat up slowly, her breasts heaving underneath his shirt that she wore, "You wouldn't dare." She said, her ice blue eyes blinking nervously in the darkness.

He pressed the stake to her chest, popping one of the buttons from the fabric as he slid the rough tip over her skin. It came to rest right above her heart, "I believe this is where I would have to drive it in." he said softly, his eyes now meeting with hers, "I'd hate to have to ruin my shirt you are wearing."

She scoffed lightly, "When Quatermain makes me mortal, I'm going to come back and kill you."

"That is a pathetic little fantasy." He pulled the stake from her skin and laid back down, "Good night Mina."

He could feel her getting comfortable on her side of the bed, her cold feet brushing past his leg a few times. The covers pulled and pressed at him as she gathered enough warmth for herself. Finally all was quiet again.

Dorian closed his tired eyes.

He was just about to fall asleep when he felt the bed shaking lightly. He had felt this sort of thing before. It was Mina. She was shivering from her lack of blood.

"One bite." He said softly, but didn't sit up. He still lay on his side, staring out at the wall in front of him, "And don't rip any veins or I'll be hammering you with that stake."

Soon she was almost wrapped around him again, her cold breath on his neck, "You do have a heart Mr. Gray." She whispered.

He felt the sting of her fangs as they entered his neck, "And you'll tell no one."