Grrr, I know this fic is stupid, but cut me some slack! Oh, and I only own
the people that did not appear in the movie, Richard and Edie for examples,
and no flaming! Oh, and for the transportation, IT'S A COACH! THOSE THINGS
THE HORSES PULL! SORRY! I KNOW I SUCK!
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Mina sighed. The rain outside seemed to have matched her mood that afternoon, which was a complete waste because of the refusal.
Leaning back from the wet-stained window, she closed her eyes, resting herself into her seat.
Suddenly, she was awakened from the coach's jerk. She straightened up, leaning over to ask, "What's wrong?"
The driver, one of Nemo's few English-speaking men, turned back, stuttering, "I-I don't know. I think I hit something. Stay here, Miss, while I go check. Probably just some animal."
She kept her eyes on him, as he got out. She looked back to the horses; both were agitated. Turning around to face the man again, she saw, with a slight shock, two other humans. One was lying on the ground facedown, while the other stood off to the side, slouched, which made her think of a humpback. Both were male.
She watched, as the driver neared the man he had hit, yelling to the other. However, he, too, was lying next to the man on the ground, yelling as broken glass shards were wiped from his head.
The man that he had yelled to was now over him, a broken bottle she guessed that once held wine in his right hand, as blood, for some reason, began to seep down his wrist.
She felt the usual urge inside her. Blood. It looked so sweet, so nice. Barely conscious, she stepped out of the coach, her usually pinned hair coming down and becoming curled. Her blue eyes began to change into a demonic red, as she started to bare to teeth, which sharpened to fangs.
She approached the man who had hit the driver quietly, sneaking up on him as she drove her teeth into his neck. However, she felt something different. She pulled off him quickly, thoroughly confused. Yes, he was now lying on the floor, shrieking, with more blood dripping down his neck. But, she felt the taste of fur in her mouth.
She glanced back up, stunned, as the man suddenly stopped, getting to his feet. He turned around slowly, and she began to snarl back at him.
The man was becoming a werewolf. His eyes were now a gold-stare of a wolf, as bristly gray fur started to appear all over his face. He began to go through transformation, into a creature vampire where always rivals with.
Both animal-like humans snarled at each, both on their hind feet. Mina began to transform into her many bats, all over the wolf. It howled in pain. She turned around to find any silver. She saw, with relief, silver spokes on the wheel, a little dusty from the rain. She glided over, snatching it off forcefully, as she rammed it into the wolf, which was also trying to sneak up behind her.
She ran over, slamming her foot into the torso of the werewolf, driving the silver into its heart quickly. It gave one last howl, as it soon fell faint.
She began to heave, still animalistic, as blood was still seeping through the other two. She slowly walked towards the other man, turning him up to face the sky.
She immediately regretted it, as she saw, with horror, sickly yellow blood flowing from the man's head. The man's head had some sort of burns on his face, looking almost like Jekyll during his transformations from Hyde. His mouth seemed to have burned off, and his hands had only two fingers.
She grimaced at the sight. Sweeping back up to her feet, she wiped the blood off from around her mouth and began to fix herself up again into a proper lady.
She turned towards the driver, kneeling down. The man had a look of fear on his face, as she knelt down and helped him up to his feet and led the shaky man to the coach.
The horses were a little calmer than before, still worried about the three bodies on the ground. She walked towards the coach, a little shaken from the sights she had just witnessed.
She stopped next to the horses, sighing, as she stroked both of their manes to calm them down, as she walked back up at the driver seat to help the man onto. She was certain he wasn't past the shock, so she forgave him of not thanking her, as she walked back up to the passenger seat.
It was when she was in the coach and it started did she remember the look of fear on the man's face. He had no idea as to what was happening to him. She didn't even pay attention to the fact she was shivering from the rain outside. The man was more important than her being wet.
Their worst fear had come. The virus was already beginning; a week earlier than what they had estimated.
"Mrs. Harker? We will be arriving at the Nautilus in two hours." No words from the driver's mouth reached Mina's ears, as she drifted into sleep with the two dead men.
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It really was quite a boring day.
As it was still raining at London's harbor, the men of the League had to stay inside the giant ship of Captain Nemo's, save Allan Quartermain and Captain Nemo, who were outside awaiting Mina's arrival.
Rodney Skinner, not used to being cooped up all the time, was practically drowning himself in his precious drinks at his seat in the dining room. He was unusually quiet for once, which almost never happened. He would always be trying to engage conversation with Tom, Dorian, or Henry, especially when he had four glasses of scotch.
Agent Tom Sawyer was, as usual, cleaning and checking his guns, always punching away Skinner's, who was trying desperately for some action, hand when it neared his guns. Normally, Tom wouldn't have done this, but Skinner had attempted it for fourteen times and he was quite drunk.
Dr. Henry Jekyll was reading, always taking a minute or so to either looked up for the coach that carried Mina away or staring at his pocket watch. The fidgety doctor seemed a little more tense than usual; most likely Hyde was restless; after all, he hadn't come out for four weeks, so the brute must have been giving Jekyll a hard time for fun.
Dorian Gray, who had come back to life, again as an immortal, by a friend of his, was straightening his nails. The pretty boy [SB: I do think he's hot still! But Jekyll will be forever cuter! To me, at least.] still hadn't gain everybody's complete trust, but Tom found no reason as to why he would betray them this time, as they were the ones who found him first.
Tom looked up from his cleaning, asked, "Hey, Jekyll. What time is it now?" Jekyll looked back down at his watch, fidgeting even more and frowning, as now, he was seeing Hyde's face in the glass.
Dorian sighed, then reached over and wrenched the watch from the doctor's hand, saying, "It's five p.m."
"5:00?! Bloody `ell! `Ow long does it take for a woman to do an errand!" Skinner exclaimed, rearing to his feet and started to pace. Dorian rolled his eyes.
Jekyll, on the other hand, looked up at the door, his brow furrowed. "I think she has arrive," he murmured quietly, getting to his feet as well and opening the door.
Sure enough, the three other members, walked into the room, Mina looking a little depressed. Allan, who was behind her, cleared his throat. "Well mates. Vampire-lady-" he was cut off from the death glare of Mina, which he was certain she would not be hesitant of introducing him to her kiss on the neck.
"Um, Mrs. Harker has more news than what we were expecting."
Mina nodded, then looked to the guys. "Perhaps you all should sit down," she said in her soft voice, beckoning to the chairs.
The men obeyed, save Nemo, who moved to his place at the table and stood straight behind his chair, his steady black eyes focused on the beauty.
Clearing her throat, she began:
"Well, the good news is: Ms. Donatello would have been helpful to us. She is a shape-shifter, and does know of this Morse. The bad news is: she has refused."
"Refused?!" Mina winced at the impact of the yells from all six men. Hesitantly, she began again.
"Yes, refused. Apparently, humans have treated her like scum, and because I wasn't fully human she allowed me to talk with her about the situation. She said, and I quote, 'Humans can be damned to bloody Hell as far as I'm concerned.'"
"Damn," muttered Tom, as Skinner gave a low whistle.
"However, the whole visit wasn't a complete loss. She knew Morse for three years, and she told us that he had already developed this outbreak eight years ago."
Tom narrowed his eyes. He really wasn't all that giddy with this knowledge. "Why didn't he start the outbreak then? Why now?"
Mina shook her head. "A reason for it may be due to him having a drinking problem."
With that, all eyes rested on the white-faced Skinner, who was now guzzling his fifth glass of scotch. He looked up and asked airily, "What?"
The vampire rolled her eyes and continued, but not before muttering, "Men.
"Anyways, other than that, I do not know. But, all I know is, he has already begun."
That received more reactions. Dorian reared up to his full height. "Now? I," he said, turning to face Allan with a look of disdain on his face, "thought you said we would have to wait one more week?"
Allan glared back at the handsome man. "Well, excuse me for not being psychic. I apologize for not being a time-keeper, or secretly being one of his men, like someone I know."
Dorian started towards him, but it was Jekyll who broke the tension. "A- Allan, I think Mr. Gray is already sorry enough for his betrayal. A-and the lives of millions is in our h-hands. S-so I think we have to listen to what Mrs. Harker has to say and leave the fight until afterwards."
Mina gave a small smile for thanks to the doctor before moving on. "On the way back, we, that is, your driver (she nodded to Nemo), hit one man. He got out to check on him, but was knocked down for a few seconds by this one man on the side.
"I walked out, because trailing down his wrist was a small river of blood. I sank my teeth into his neck, but came up with the taste of blood and the man not dead.
"He began to transform into a werewolf. I killed him with a silver spoke from the tires of the coach. Oh, and by the way Nemo, thank you."
"Come again?" Tom asked.
She sighed. "A werewolf. A human that transforms into a wolf-like being, a hazard to humans like vampires. Both species do not get along well. They die only by silver.
"Anyways, I saw it in his human eyes before he transformed. He didn't know what was happening to him. And, the blood did only seem small enough to come from an injection.
"I went back to the man your driver hit. He was also injected, but it wasn't helpful. He had yellow-greenish blood and no mouth. No offence, doctor, but he looked almost like you during your transformations."
Allan cursed under his breath. God, if he started already, who knows what other cities he was spreading the virus to as they chattered on now.
"Well, this isn't helpful. We don't have a clue as to where he is now," Tom muttered darkly.
"He's in Paris."
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WHO IS THE MYSTERIOUS VOICE?! Well, I'm pretty sure you all can tell who. Sowwie! ^^ Promise to update soon! THANK YOU CLEZ AND ANACALAGON! ^^ So happy that people out there don't think I suck!
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Mina sighed. The rain outside seemed to have matched her mood that afternoon, which was a complete waste because of the refusal.
Leaning back from the wet-stained window, she closed her eyes, resting herself into her seat.
Suddenly, she was awakened from the coach's jerk. She straightened up, leaning over to ask, "What's wrong?"
The driver, one of Nemo's few English-speaking men, turned back, stuttering, "I-I don't know. I think I hit something. Stay here, Miss, while I go check. Probably just some animal."
She kept her eyes on him, as he got out. She looked back to the horses; both were agitated. Turning around to face the man again, she saw, with a slight shock, two other humans. One was lying on the ground facedown, while the other stood off to the side, slouched, which made her think of a humpback. Both were male.
She watched, as the driver neared the man he had hit, yelling to the other. However, he, too, was lying next to the man on the ground, yelling as broken glass shards were wiped from his head.
The man that he had yelled to was now over him, a broken bottle she guessed that once held wine in his right hand, as blood, for some reason, began to seep down his wrist.
She felt the usual urge inside her. Blood. It looked so sweet, so nice. Barely conscious, she stepped out of the coach, her usually pinned hair coming down and becoming curled. Her blue eyes began to change into a demonic red, as she started to bare to teeth, which sharpened to fangs.
She approached the man who had hit the driver quietly, sneaking up on him as she drove her teeth into his neck. However, she felt something different. She pulled off him quickly, thoroughly confused. Yes, he was now lying on the floor, shrieking, with more blood dripping down his neck. But, she felt the taste of fur in her mouth.
She glanced back up, stunned, as the man suddenly stopped, getting to his feet. He turned around slowly, and she began to snarl back at him.
The man was becoming a werewolf. His eyes were now a gold-stare of a wolf, as bristly gray fur started to appear all over his face. He began to go through transformation, into a creature vampire where always rivals with.
Both animal-like humans snarled at each, both on their hind feet. Mina began to transform into her many bats, all over the wolf. It howled in pain. She turned around to find any silver. She saw, with relief, silver spokes on the wheel, a little dusty from the rain. She glided over, snatching it off forcefully, as she rammed it into the wolf, which was also trying to sneak up behind her.
She ran over, slamming her foot into the torso of the werewolf, driving the silver into its heart quickly. It gave one last howl, as it soon fell faint.
She began to heave, still animalistic, as blood was still seeping through the other two. She slowly walked towards the other man, turning him up to face the sky.
She immediately regretted it, as she saw, with horror, sickly yellow blood flowing from the man's head. The man's head had some sort of burns on his face, looking almost like Jekyll during his transformations from Hyde. His mouth seemed to have burned off, and his hands had only two fingers.
She grimaced at the sight. Sweeping back up to her feet, she wiped the blood off from around her mouth and began to fix herself up again into a proper lady.
She turned towards the driver, kneeling down. The man had a look of fear on his face, as she knelt down and helped him up to his feet and led the shaky man to the coach.
The horses were a little calmer than before, still worried about the three bodies on the ground. She walked towards the coach, a little shaken from the sights she had just witnessed.
She stopped next to the horses, sighing, as she stroked both of their manes to calm them down, as she walked back up at the driver seat to help the man onto. She was certain he wasn't past the shock, so she forgave him of not thanking her, as she walked back up to the passenger seat.
It was when she was in the coach and it started did she remember the look of fear on the man's face. He had no idea as to what was happening to him. She didn't even pay attention to the fact she was shivering from the rain outside. The man was more important than her being wet.
Their worst fear had come. The virus was already beginning; a week earlier than what they had estimated.
"Mrs. Harker? We will be arriving at the Nautilus in two hours." No words from the driver's mouth reached Mina's ears, as she drifted into sleep with the two dead men.
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It really was quite a boring day.
As it was still raining at London's harbor, the men of the League had to stay inside the giant ship of Captain Nemo's, save Allan Quartermain and Captain Nemo, who were outside awaiting Mina's arrival.
Rodney Skinner, not used to being cooped up all the time, was practically drowning himself in his precious drinks at his seat in the dining room. He was unusually quiet for once, which almost never happened. He would always be trying to engage conversation with Tom, Dorian, or Henry, especially when he had four glasses of scotch.
Agent Tom Sawyer was, as usual, cleaning and checking his guns, always punching away Skinner's, who was trying desperately for some action, hand when it neared his guns. Normally, Tom wouldn't have done this, but Skinner had attempted it for fourteen times and he was quite drunk.
Dr. Henry Jekyll was reading, always taking a minute or so to either looked up for the coach that carried Mina away or staring at his pocket watch. The fidgety doctor seemed a little more tense than usual; most likely Hyde was restless; after all, he hadn't come out for four weeks, so the brute must have been giving Jekyll a hard time for fun.
Dorian Gray, who had come back to life, again as an immortal, by a friend of his, was straightening his nails. The pretty boy [SB: I do think he's hot still! But Jekyll will be forever cuter! To me, at least.] still hadn't gain everybody's complete trust, but Tom found no reason as to why he would betray them this time, as they were the ones who found him first.
Tom looked up from his cleaning, asked, "Hey, Jekyll. What time is it now?" Jekyll looked back down at his watch, fidgeting even more and frowning, as now, he was seeing Hyde's face in the glass.
Dorian sighed, then reached over and wrenched the watch from the doctor's hand, saying, "It's five p.m."
"5:00?! Bloody `ell! `Ow long does it take for a woman to do an errand!" Skinner exclaimed, rearing to his feet and started to pace. Dorian rolled his eyes.
Jekyll, on the other hand, looked up at the door, his brow furrowed. "I think she has arrive," he murmured quietly, getting to his feet as well and opening the door.
Sure enough, the three other members, walked into the room, Mina looking a little depressed. Allan, who was behind her, cleared his throat. "Well mates. Vampire-lady-" he was cut off from the death glare of Mina, which he was certain she would not be hesitant of introducing him to her kiss on the neck.
"Um, Mrs. Harker has more news than what we were expecting."
Mina nodded, then looked to the guys. "Perhaps you all should sit down," she said in her soft voice, beckoning to the chairs.
The men obeyed, save Nemo, who moved to his place at the table and stood straight behind his chair, his steady black eyes focused on the beauty.
Clearing her throat, she began:
"Well, the good news is: Ms. Donatello would have been helpful to us. She is a shape-shifter, and does know of this Morse. The bad news is: she has refused."
"Refused?!" Mina winced at the impact of the yells from all six men. Hesitantly, she began again.
"Yes, refused. Apparently, humans have treated her like scum, and because I wasn't fully human she allowed me to talk with her about the situation. She said, and I quote, 'Humans can be damned to bloody Hell as far as I'm concerned.'"
"Damn," muttered Tom, as Skinner gave a low whistle.
"However, the whole visit wasn't a complete loss. She knew Morse for three years, and she told us that he had already developed this outbreak eight years ago."
Tom narrowed his eyes. He really wasn't all that giddy with this knowledge. "Why didn't he start the outbreak then? Why now?"
Mina shook her head. "A reason for it may be due to him having a drinking problem."
With that, all eyes rested on the white-faced Skinner, who was now guzzling his fifth glass of scotch. He looked up and asked airily, "What?"
The vampire rolled her eyes and continued, but not before muttering, "Men.
"Anyways, other than that, I do not know. But, all I know is, he has already begun."
That received more reactions. Dorian reared up to his full height. "Now? I," he said, turning to face Allan with a look of disdain on his face, "thought you said we would have to wait one more week?"
Allan glared back at the handsome man. "Well, excuse me for not being psychic. I apologize for not being a time-keeper, or secretly being one of his men, like someone I know."
Dorian started towards him, but it was Jekyll who broke the tension. "A- Allan, I think Mr. Gray is already sorry enough for his betrayal. A-and the lives of millions is in our h-hands. S-so I think we have to listen to what Mrs. Harker has to say and leave the fight until afterwards."
Mina gave a small smile for thanks to the doctor before moving on. "On the way back, we, that is, your driver (she nodded to Nemo), hit one man. He got out to check on him, but was knocked down for a few seconds by this one man on the side.
"I walked out, because trailing down his wrist was a small river of blood. I sank my teeth into his neck, but came up with the taste of blood and the man not dead.
"He began to transform into a werewolf. I killed him with a silver spoke from the tires of the coach. Oh, and by the way Nemo, thank you."
"Come again?" Tom asked.
She sighed. "A werewolf. A human that transforms into a wolf-like being, a hazard to humans like vampires. Both species do not get along well. They die only by silver.
"Anyways, I saw it in his human eyes before he transformed. He didn't know what was happening to him. And, the blood did only seem small enough to come from an injection.
"I went back to the man your driver hit. He was also injected, but it wasn't helpful. He had yellow-greenish blood and no mouth. No offence, doctor, but he looked almost like you during your transformations."
Allan cursed under his breath. God, if he started already, who knows what other cities he was spreading the virus to as they chattered on now.
"Well, this isn't helpful. We don't have a clue as to where he is now," Tom muttered darkly.
"He's in Paris."
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WHO IS THE MYSTERIOUS VOICE?! Well, I'm pretty sure you all can tell who. Sowwie! ^^ Promise to update soon! THANK YOU CLEZ AND ANACALAGON! ^^ So happy that people out there don't think I suck!