Disclaimer: See chapter one. Mariksha and the horses belong to the people who thought up the movie Van Helsing.

A/N I know that all three of the brides were orginally killed but I need one for my story.

The next morning Saskya woke with a triumphant smile on her face. Last night had gone perfectly. Dorian was practically under her spell and today she decided to start on the good doctor. He was so nervous that any amount of flirting would result in him probably passing out. She also had to impress that alter-ego of his. She swung her legs out of bed and padded into the bathroom. After a warm shower she dress in black trousers but this time she wore a white corset top with red roses on it.

The innocent look, she said to her self, yeah right.

Slipping on a pair of red boots she left her room for breakfast. Using her vampiric senses she found that Henry had just left his room. It was perfect she could accidentally bump into him. This is exactly what she did. They ended up in a heap on the floor.

'Oh, I'm so sorry.' He stuttered.

Saskya jumped up, extending her hand to him.

'Don't apologise doctor I was entirely my fault. I should have watched where I was going.' She held his hand and pulled him to his feet.

He thanked her and they began to walk to the dining room.

'Did you sleep well last night?' she asked.

'Reasonably. You?'

'Very well. My bed is very comfortable.' Her voice became more seductive.

'Oh good.'

They walked in silence until they reached the doors. He held them open for and she walked in to find they were the last there.

'Good morning gentlemen, Mrs Harker.' She nodded her head at Mina.

Saskya settled herself between Henry and Dorian and opposite Tom and Mina. She noticed that Dorian didn't have his sword. Whilst they were all immersed in their conversation about America,

'Most brilliant country ever.' Sawyer had remarked,

Saskya murmured to Dorian so no-one else could hear.

'Lost your sword.'

'On the contrary. It is in my room.'

'Ah.' With that Saskya joined back in the conversation. When they had tired of talking about the USA. Skinner asked:

'Where are we goin' in Transylvania?'

'We have not been given an exact place because this gang are too hard to track.' Replied Nemo.

'Well you are all welcome to stay in my home.' Saskya said.

'Castle Dracula?' asked Mina.

'Yes, you don't have a problem with that now do you?'

'No.'

'Thank you for the offer, Miss Westenra.' Replied Quatermain.

'It would be my pleasure. The castle becomes different when we have guests. Much nicer.'

'We?' asked Sawyer.

'Ah, yes. Fathers brides live there as well,' The league suddenly looked uncomfortable, 'don't worry they are not permitted in my tower or to attack my guests. So as long as you stay in my tower or presence then you will not come to any harm. There is only one bride left, Mariksha. She is temperamental.'

Mina shifted slightly.

'My friend, Leonate Sada, is also a vampire and will know about the Dignità di sangue. He will help us.' Saskya leaned back in her chair.

'That is very kind of you.' Said Jekyll.

Saskya smiled and looked towards Nemo who had cleaned his throat.

'We will be in Transylvania tomorrow morning.'

Saskya made her excuse and left the table as she reached the door she paused.

'This time of year the snow in Transylvania can be up to three feet deep.' And left.

The next morning the League grouped on the landing desk all dressed in long thick cloaks and scarves. Saskya however had only a long thin cloak and her usual attire of black trousers, boots, corset and sleeves. Her hair hung loose save for the front sections. They heard the Nautilus shudder to a halt and the ramps fell to reveal a snow covered landing dock. In the distance they could see a small group of houses.

'There is where Leonate lives.' Said Saskya.

'Led the way.' Indicated Quatermain.

Saskya nodded her head and began to walk through the snow. Looking behind she could see the mortals struggling through the cold whiteness. She however could walk on top of the snow. After walking for about half an hour they reached a plain looking house with stables in the back. Saskya raised a black gloved fist and knocked twice on the door. A man about the same age as her with chestnut jaw length hair and warm brown eyes answered the door.

'Saskya?' he asked.

'Leo.'

He pulled out a gun a fired two bullets in her stomach. Saskya reeled back and looked down at her ruined corset.

'I liked that.' She drew her sword, 'How many times have I told you?'

She plunged her sword into him.

'Don't tip them,' she wrenched it out, 'with holy water.'

She sheathed her sword and hugged him.

When they separated she had a sincere smile on her face, they had their arms around their waists.

'Leonate, this is the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, we are here to sort out the Dignità di sangue. Will you help?'

'Yes, though you can't all stay here.'

'No, we are staying at my home. I need to borrow your horses.'

'Horses?' asked Skinner.

'Yes,' answered Leonate, 'Transylvanian horses are the fastest in the world. Even an angry vampire,' he looked at Saskya and laughed, 'will not catch them.'

'So what are we waiting for?' asked Allan.

They all piled into an open top carriage with the two Transylvanians driving. The black horses had silver tack reared up and set off at an incredible speed. They sped along windy snow covered lanes flanked by trees. The League was silent as they took in the surroundings. Leonate leaned in to Saskya.

'Do they know?'

'No, I see no need.'

In the carriage Sawyer mouthed to the League 'know what?' They all gave him looks of questioning. After they had been riding for twenty minutes a large, mysterious looking castle came into view. Saskya turned round and leaned towards the League.

'That,' she said pointing, 'is Chateau de Dracula.'

They all followed her hand with their gazes.

'Whoa.' Commented Sawyer.

Within Minutes due to the incredible horses they reached Saskya's home. She alighted gently on the snow and opened the carriage doors. When they had all gotten out Saskya led them up the stairs leading up to the large black iron doors. There was an image of a vampire surrounded by seven cloaked figures and above them all was a large sword.

'Interesting door.' Commented Skinner.

'Indeed.' Came the uninterested voice of Dorian Gray.

Leonate positioned himself on one side of the door and Saskya stood on the other side. They both pressed the flats of their hands against the door and pushed. The doors creaked open sending dust from above it. They all walked into a large dim foyer. Their footsteps echoed filling their ears. A harsh whisper suddenly reverberated threw them.

'Princess.'

Quatermain and Sawyer drew their guns and Saskya drew her sword whilst the other league members poised them selves for a fight.

'Mariksha show your self.' Saskya roared.

A beautiful blonde woman appeared at the top of the giant staircase.

'You have return princess.' She eyed the League, 'You brought me presents.'

She flew down the stairs towards them and Saskya sprang up and they stopped in mid air. Her sword at Mariksha neck.

'Touch them and I will kill you.' She hissed.

The blonde vampire flew back up the stairs wailing.

'You never give me anything. But you need me and them,' she pointed at the bewildered League, 'for your destiny.'

'Get out!' roared Saskya.

Mariksha evaporated her laugh echoing all round the castle.

'Need us for what exactly.' Demanded Mina.

A/N enjoy and review.

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