Okay, here's the next part. Sorry that it's short.

* * *

Uncloaked

* * *

A few days passed before the ship finally reached where Sonja said the compound was. It was on a small island near South America.

The plan was simple. The League members would wait until Sonja disappeared into the compound, then follow in slowly. After that, well they knew it wasn't going to be pretty.

"Are you sure you'll be okay Sonja?" Lucian asked after gently kissing her. When she nodded he nodded as well. "All right; just come back to me safe. I don't want to loose you so soon after getting you back."

Sonja smiled sweetly at him before gently kissing him. Then, she walked off the ship, towards the compound.

* * *

"Doc, we have company."

Doc raised his head and looked outside at the approaching figure. Mashirra, who looked out also, stared for a moment before his eyes widened. "It's Eliza!" He yelled before jumping out the window, changing into a bird in mid air.

* * *

Sonja heard the sound of wings flapping, and looked up as Mashirra flew towards her.

"Okay, just play it cool, and you'll be fine," Sonja said to herself as Mashirra landed and transformed. Almost less than a second later he was almost crushing her in an embrace.

"Those idiot workers said you had been killed, but I knew you can't be taken down that easily," Mashirra whispered in her ear as he quickly kissed her. Sonja slightly returned it, trying to be convincing. "So what happened?" He asked as he pulled away.

Sonja shrugged. "I planted some explosives on the ship. They should all be dead."

Mashirra smirked before kissing her again. Then, he led her back to the compound.

* * *

Doc looked with some caution as the two headed into the compound. Something wasn't right about Eliza. Something changed.


He shrugged it off. It didn't matter now. His machine was completed, and in a matter of time, his army would be unleashed upon the world.

* * *

"Okay, she's in." Gabriel said as he lowered his pair of binoculars.

Jones nodded, as he finished loading his pistol. "Let's go."

The group nodded before heading off towards the fortress.

Be safe Sonja, Lucian thought to himself. Be safe…

* * *

Doc walked into the room with the large machine, a smirk upon his face. It had proven that it was fully operational.

He walked past it, over towards a table, where something lay, covered in a glass dome.

It was small, around the size of a small bowl. It had eight limbs, and scurried around like a spider. Its skin was a dark gray.

Then, it raised itself up, and part of it split open, revealing a small mouth of fangs, as it let out a small hiss.

Doc smirked. "Patience, creature. Soon, this world will be yours, and mine."

Even as he spoke he raised his hand and covered the glass dome. His clawed hand, that's skin color was identical to the bizarre spider monster…

* * *

Mashirra led Sonja into their room, shutting the door behind them. Turning around he pushed her against the door and began to kiss her. She responded, and then wrapped her arms around him, leading him on.

When his hands moved towards her shirt, moving under and touching her skin, she suddenly tensed, and Mashirra sensed this. He pulled away. "What's wrong?" He asked. Sonja didn't answer.

Mashirra tilted his head to the side, staring at her.

And that was when he sensed it; her scent. It was different, in more ways than one.

She smelled like a lycan, and yet, a vampire. Both…

Like the leader of The League…Lucian.

Mashirra's face instantly darkened and before Sonja knew what was happening she was up against the wall, hanging by her throat.

"You traitorous bitch!" He hissed, squeezing her throat. "After everything I did for you, this is how you repay me!?"

Sonja answered by bringing her leg up, smashing into his side. As he recoiled, he dropped her and she punched him in the face, knocking him to the floor.

He would have gotten to his feet at that second, if the whole place didn't suddenly shake.

"SHIT!" Mashirra cursed aloud, suddenly realizing that she had brought the League with her. It had been a trap.

* * *

Willow floated to the ground, her hair still billowing around her, as raw power crackled around her frame.

She looked back at the other League members, giving a small smile, a smile that was mainly directed at Gabriel. The half-demon smiled before he and the rest followed her into the fortress.

* * *

"KILL THEM ALL!" Doc roared at his workers who were in the room, before they all ran out of the room, carrying various weapons. He heavily sighed before walking towards the machine. Pressing a few buttons he activated it.

Then, he felt a presence behind him. Spinning around he found himself face to face with a very attractive redhead, who happened to be floating three feet off the ground.

"So, I'm guessing you're the one behind this whole thing," Willow said as she floated closer.

Doc smirked. "You may."

Willow bitterly smiled. Then, she thrust her hands together and fired a blast of black energy. Doc jumped skyward, but the energy bolt suddenly followed him, and he yelled in pain as it collided into him, creating a small explosion.

Willow smirked.

The smirk then changed to a look of shock as the burnt cloak that Doc had been wearing dropped to the floor, with Doc following.

What was underneath was rather bizarre, even for all the demons Willow had encountered.

Doc was tall, almost 12 feet. His torso was thick at the bottom and thinned as it moved upward. He had four legs, each thin and ending in sharp claws. He also had two pairs of arms, each one with a hand that had three claws.

Finally, a three foot long neck, upon which Doc's neck stood on top. It smirked, revealing its fangs.

"Wha…?" Willow trailed off.

Doc's smirk increased.

"Oh, how rude of me. I haven't even introduced myself. You can call me Smith."