CHAPTER FOUR BACK FROM THE DEAD

There was sound of heavy steps in the hall, and they all turned in wonder as Alan Quatermain entered the room.

"Well well," he said in his gravelly brogue. "They shaid Africa would never allow me to die."

"But you're not IN Africa now," the League replied in unison.

Quartermaine froze. "Oh shit. Thatsh right." And with that he fell down dead.

Fellauroralisterinavetta went into a fit of angst and wailing. "I should have known he was going to die! I should have KNOOOOOOWNNNNN!!!!!"

The League stood around Quatermain grave... again. With a sweet sigh, Fellauroralisterinavetta moved forward, lifted a red violin to her chin and began to play a soft tune. She sang along, and the League was entranced by the angelic beauty of her voice.

Later she needed consoling. Jekyll came to her quarters later that evening, shy and sweet and offering his care. She fell willingly into his arms and he held her. They fell down upon the magnificent king-sized bed and began to make mad passionate love, neither of them the least bit grossed out that he was old enough to be her father.

The door opened, and Dorian walked in. He eyed the goings-on lasciviously, then shed his clothes and joined the fray.

"I though you were dead?" Jekylll muttered in awe.

"Yeah I get that a lot."

The three of them got into it pretty good, with Hyde grumbling all the time inside Henry's and Fellauroralisterinavetta's heads, begging Henry to drink the potion pleeeeease just one more time. Then suddenly there was knock at the door. They all paused and looked up.

Tom stood in the doorway, mouth agape. "Um... hi, ah was... um... ah wanted to see if... driveway."

"That wasn't even a sentence!" Dorian sneered.

Tom looked at him oddly. "Ah thought you were dead...."

"Gangway, Sawyer!" Skinner's naked, invisible form pushed past the hesitant Yankee, crossed the room and threw itself onto the bed. "Whoohoo! Aheheh!"

With a shrug, Tom quickly shed his clothes and his inhibitions and scampered to join them.

The next morning all five of them sat sated and smug at breakfast, smoking cigarettes and giving cheeky little 'I-know-where-YOU-were-last-night' glances at each other.

Fellauroralisterinavetta leaned over and gave Skinner a long snog. "You were great last night, tiger."

"Growwwl," replied Skinner.

"Hey that's my line," Dorian muttered jealously. He smiled as Fellauroralisterinavetta came over and gave him a nice long kiss, too.

They began to enjoy breakfast. Jekyll passed the pepper to Fellauroralisterinavetta, and she tucked her hair behind her ear and she daintily sprinkled some on her eggs. Suddenly, she began to sniffle.

"Oh dear!" she said, "I'm going to... ah... ah... ACHOO!"

As she sneezed, a change came over her. Her face contorted in pain! She held her head and screamed! Her body began to shrink! Her legs and arms became short and stubby! And then, as the League watched in horror, the lovely Fellauroralisterinavetta turned from a stunningly beautiful and charming young woman into a hideous, savage, blood thirsty...

"Wiener-dog?" Tom said bewilderedly. "Ah had group sex with a changeling wiener-dog?"

"Wow," Jekyll breathed, suddenly feeling a rush of attraction at the sight of the skinny little waving tail. Who would have thought that a wiener-dog would be one of his kinks?

The wiener-dog gave a breath sigh, and then began to change back! Her little body grew larger! Her legs and arms grew out and became human again! She finished the transformation with a scream of anguish, and collapsed into Henry's waiting arms.

"I've got you, my darling," the once-nervous but now manly-man Jekall reassured.

/Henry and Fellauroralisterinavetta sitting in a tree.../

"Shut up Hyde! You'll never be able to bully me again! I won't give in to you, Vader!" With that, Henry turned and carried his unconscious love to her bedroom.

/Who the fuck is Vader?/

****** End chappie 4!