Disclaimer: See chapter one

Leonate sprang out of bed when he heard his name. Nemo and Quatermain sprang into action as the chestnut haired vampire reached the door. He wrenched it open and came face to face with a flustered Saskya.

'What's wrong?' He asked taking in her nightdress.

'They are here. He is coming for us.' She threw her arms around his neck.

'What is wrong?' asked Allan and Nemo simultaneously.

Saskya tugged herself free and looked at the two mortals.

'We must be ready to fight. Grab some stakes and tipped bullets.'

They both turned and went back to the bedroom to change. Leonate went up to Mina's room to alert them as he was already dressed. Saskya returned to her room to find the two men waiting for her.

'What's going on?' Tom yawned.

'The Dignità di sangue is here. We must be ready.'

They nodded and Tom hurried off to get changed. Saskya leaned into her trunk to pull out her clothes. Dorian strode up to her and wrapped his arms around her waist. She turned round and looked him in the eye.

'Don't worry.' He murmured.

'How can you say that?'

'Because I know you won't fail us.'

They kissed and then dressed. All three of them made their way to the library. Once there they found the League all ready for action Mina in her usual combat gear, Nemo and Dorian flexing their sword fighting hand, Tom and Quatermain both had a tight grip on their guns. Skinner and Jekyll looking nervous and the two full blooded vampires stood ready for what ever was thrown at them suddenly they heard a knock to the front door. They rushed out into the cavernous foyer, armed with stakes and holy water. Mariksha stood next to the door.

'Don't open it.' Saskya screamed.

'Or what?' came Mariksha's sarcastic reply.

She opened it and a stake was driven through her heart. She screamed and fell into a pile of smoking ash on the floor.

'Or that.' Said Skinner.

Saskya lunged forward with Leonate. She stopped in front of the group at the door. Long black cloaks hid their faces but she could smell the blood on them.

'What do you want?' she hissed, her hand on the hilt of her sword.

'My Lord, Proditor, wishes to meet with the princess. If you refuse,' he paused for effect, 'then he will slaughter unmercilessly.'

She glanced at the League and saw the grim determination on their faces. Dorian's eyes bore into her, he slightly inclined his head. She faced the group of blood thirsty vampires.

'I will come but,' she paused venom in her voice, 'you will not hurt them.'

'Agreed.' Said the leader.

They were led in a covered carriage through the forest. Dorian's hand discreetly held hers under their cloaks, giving her silent strength. Suddenly the carriage drew to a halt and the vampires escorted them into a derelict castle. They were led through a long black corridors lined with pictures of bleeding people. Saskya felt her vampiric side try to take over but she forced it down. The League hadn't seen her as a vampire and she wanted to keep it that way. The group were brought into a large hall lined with pillars and vampire. At the top of the hall there was a large onyx throne and upon it sat a cloak figure. Her stomach twisted as she guessed it to be Kerhasi. When they were half way along the hall the leading vampire stop and went to join his fellows. The man stood and from behind him came two women who she supposed were his brides.

'Ah, my dear princess.' His voice rang through the hall.

'What do you want?' She demanded her hand on the hilt.

'A reunion between the betrothed. Is that too much to ask?' he voice sickly sweet.

'What do you want?' she repeated, her voice carrying more venom than before.

'I want you Saskya. I want what's rightfully mine.' He purred and dropped his hood.

His hair was flaming red and matched his eyes. Fangs bared he took a step towards her.

'I am not and I will never be yours.'

'Really my dear, such harsh words from my belle dame(1).'

'Don't you dare call me that.' She growled

As Saskya walked towards him she felt herself turn. Her hair went poker straight and her clothes changed into a long, figure clinging red dress with a slit up to her mid thigh.

'Much better,' Kerhasi said, 'I always prefer you like this.'

'And I will always prefer you dead with a steak through the black hole you call a heart.'

Saskya pulled out a dagger and jumped over him, ramming it into his shoulder, landing on his throne. The two brides began to claw at her neck. Pulling out two silver handles she pressed a button that extended them into stakes and drove them through the brides. Their screams filled the hall. The red haired vampire jumped towards her.

'You killed them.' He roared. 'My darling Alarice and my beautiful Elvira,' he pointed to the league, 'kill them.' He commanded the vampires.

The warriors drew back their hoods and launched towards the League who in turn sprang into action. Saskya sheathed the dagger and pulled out her sword. The silver blade glinted in the torch light. The onyxes in the hilt warmed to her touch. She and Kerhasi sprang towards each other. They slashed each others faces and torso. Their clothes had rips and tears. Suddenly she noticed Mina cowering under a vampire who was holding a steak dangerously near to her heart.

'Mina.' She hollered and sprang forward throwing the vampire against the wall.

As she did she felt a dagger pierce the skin on her back. She wrenched it out and turned to face the owner of the dagger. She threw it at the blond vampire and sprang back to fight with Kerhasi. All round the hall there were various fights taking place. Quatermain and Tom stood back to back firing their holy water tipped bullets at the vampires who attacked them. Mina and Leonate were slashing faces with their daggers and nails. Dorian and Nemo was carving and mutilating vampires and every so often they would ram a stake in a heart. Skinner had stripped him self of his clothes and wiped off the grease paint. He was currently sitting on top of Hyde's shoulders telling him when a vampire was behind them. The number of vampires was dropping dramatically. Howls of pain and piles of dust soon filled the hall. Saskya and Kerhasi stood in the middle of it all fighting with as much strength as they could muster.

'Your love for another gives you strength doesn't it Saskya?'

Kerhasi caught her arm with his sword leaving a gash seven inches long. It healed rapidly as Saskya quipped back.

'Indeed.'

She pulled her sword up and sliced his face. She then sprang into the air wings sprouting from her back. The red haired vampire did the same and the fought in the air above the fight. Giving one final shot, Tom killed the last vampire. They all stood watching the two above them. They fought with such ferocity it was almost overpowering. Suddenly Saskya dropped to the floor, her wings folding back into her skin, and sheathed her sword. Kerhasi followed suit and landed in front of her, his back to the League.

'How could I love you if you cared so much about those two brides?'

'You will be the only bride for me.' He purred in reply.

'Oh, really.'

She strode sensuously towards him and crashed their mouths together. She looked over his shoulder and locked eyes with Dorian, silently telling him that she didn't care for Kerhasi. She pulled her arm back and they saw a silver handle in her hand. As looks of comprehension dawned on their faces, she squeezed the handle and a steak shot out the end. She plunged it into Kerhasi's heart and sprang away. His mouth was in a silent scream. Pain, horror and fear were all etched into his once flawless features. Saskya unsheathed her sword and swinging it in a wide arch she severed his head from his torso. As his body hit the ground a black light suddenly surrounded her and blasted the ebony haired princess on to the back wall where she was pinned by an unseen force. The League rushed forward but found they could go no further. All they could do was watch the young woman pinned to the wall. Saskya writhed as her clothes began to change from a ripped red dress to a long black dress that matched her hair. A silver chain appeared on her forehead with an onyx pebble hanging from it. Her hair recurled into its familiar ringlets. Light poured from her light. Red wings unfurled from her back and she dropped to the floor. Leonate, who stood at the front of group, dropped to the floor kneeling in front of her. The others followed suit.

'Don't.'

Leonate was the first to rise and ran to her. He lifted her and swung her in a big arch.

'You did it. The prophecy is fulfilled.' He set her back down.

'Yes but we all did it.'

Quatermain strode forward, 'I must say that you women have convinced me that not all women are just distractions.'

'Did we distract you?' asked Mina who smiled at Saskya.

Nemo stepped forward and bowed low to her. She returned the gesture. Jekyll and Skinner just smiled at her and Sawyer stepped forward,

'That was cool.' He grinned.

'Indeed.' Came Dorian's smooth reply. He inclined his head slightly to her.

'Well now princess, shall we go home?' Asked Leonate, relief filling his eyes.

Saskya smiled and followed her friend out into the cold night. They stood on the grand snow covered steps that led to the hall. The full white moon lit the world in its unearthly night. The princess wondered if anyone had any idea as to what had just happened. Leonate appear from round the corner. Eight horse reigns in his hand.

'Sorry, I could only find eight.' He smiled apologetically.

'It's okay, I'll fly.' Said Saskya her voice distant and with that the black wings sprouted from her back. She sprang into the air and flew ahead of the group.

The black castle loomed ominously in the distance. The moonlight cast mournful shadows over the dark stone. The snow gathered on the turrets.

Home sweet home came Jocelyn's sarcastic mental voice.

A/N: There is the big showdown between Saskya and the 'traitor'. Dorian and Saskya's relationship will develop. I have an idea for a sequal but tell me if you think I should.

(1): Belle dame = Beautiful lady.