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LXG: Through the mirror
By Elven Emma
'A werewolf?'
'Quiet Skinner!' ordered Mina.
'Yes, but a werewolf!'
The now widowed Mrs Vikroff had been brought back to the inn and the rest of the League had been informed of what had happened in the woods. Skinner wasn't too happy to hear what Vikroff was. They sat in one of the inns bedrooms and most of the League was hoping that the arguing wouldn't go in to the early hours of the morning.
'She could be dangerous.'
'Keep on like this Mr Skinner and I'll prove your point.' Vikroff rounded on Skinner.
'Skinner,' began Mina in a voice that demanded quiet. 'All of us here could be considered dangerous. And like us she can control herself, perhaps more than others.'
Skinner gave a sigh of defeat and Vikroff backed away but keeping her eyes firmly on Skinner. 'Perhaps it would be best if you all stayed at my house, it is large enough. It would also be easier to talk privately.'
'Good idea.' Said Jekyll who was squashed up against the wall. The others agreed with him and followed Vikroff out of the inn. She led them to her large house, which had once belonged Dracula, many years ago. However only Van Helsing knew that the house contained the doorway to Dracula's old castle.
Vikroff stared out of the large window at the small village down below and the old Frankenstein castle in the distance. The others were getting a good night sleep but Vikroff couldn't sleep, not with the thoughts that were running through her head. It was only hours ago that her dear husband had been killed and now his murderer was staying in her house as guest! She could barely believe what was happening. She sighed deeply when she heard a voice, 'Hey are you okay?' She turned to see Sawyer, without his gun and standing in the middle of the room, looking at her with concern.
'I am fine thank you Mr Sawyer.' She replied trying not to show her true feelings.
'No you're not, of course you're not. I mean your husband's just been killed.'
'Thank you for reminding me of that little fact and might I ask something? If you knew the answer to your question why did you ask it?'
'It's polite.' Vikroff looked back out of the window in slight disbelief at how impolite he was being. 'I'm sorry. I know how it feels to lose someone close to you. But I guess losing a friend isn't as bad as losing a husband.' Vikroff looked in to Sawyer's innocent eyes. She looked friendlier towards Sawyer.
'If you loved some one, it doesn't matter whether they were just a friend or...something more. Losing them can hurt just as bad. Who was it that you lost?'
'Alan Quartermain, he was in the League. He taught me a lot. He...' said Sawyer slowly, 'was stabbed, in the back.'
'I am sorry for your loss. At least you do not have a terrible feeling of guilt.'
'Why would you have guilt about your husband?' He stepped closer to her and put his hand on her arm. He noticed a tear creeping out of the corner of her left eye and another from her right.
'Because I was the one that bit him.' She held on to Sawyer and he hugged her as she cried on to his shoulder. 'It was full moon and I was having trouble taking control. He should have killed me but he wouldn't do it. It's all my fault.' Her sentence turned in to a loud sob.
Skinner had overheard the crying and went to see where it was coming from. As he turned the corner to see them standing there he said 'what's going on? I'm trying to sleep.' Just as he finished his last sentence he was yanked back by his collar, 'Hey cut it out!' Someone pinned Skinner against the wall so they could face him. It was Helen.
'Do you one what's going on in there?'
'Of course but I just love asking questions,' he said sarcastically, 'of course I bloody don't, why?'
'Sawyer and Vikroff are having a heart to heart conversation, something you've never experienced.'
'Yes I have!'
'Shush! A very beautiful thing is happening in there and I will not have you disturbing it. Now back to bed!' Helen stepped back and pointed towards the bedroom door, as if ordering a disobedient dog to go back in to its basket.
'Alright, I'm going.' He walked a few steps down the hall when he turned around again. 'Care to join me?' he asked cheekily. Helen walked towards him with a smile and placed her hand on his shoulder. Skinner couldn't believe his luck as she brought her hand down. A grin spread across his face but quickly retreated when he felt a pain in his wrist as Helen twisted it.
'No, thank you Skinner.' And with a sly smile she walked back to her bedroom.
The next morning everyone woke up refreshed and ready to fight. They prepared themselves and took what weapons were needed. People dashed back and forth as they got themselves ready. Eventually they were all ready and together in the large dining room.
'So where exactly is this castle?' asked Nemo.
'I'm sure Van Helsing here knows.' Said Mina.
'Let me guess.' Said Sawyer, his arms folded, 'It's miles and miles away, in the middle of a large forest and at the top of a tall mountain. And getting there will be a dangerous task?'
'You couldn't be further from the truth.' Replied Van Helsing. 'The entrance to it is only metres away. Behind a certain map.' Vikroff looked up in realisation. Van Helsing stood up and led the way to the map of Transylvania. 'In the name of God open this door.' The League watched in awe as the map vanished and was replaced by a mirror. Van Helsing took a torch from the wall and stepped through the mirror.
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ok, I'm sorry this has taken ages but firstly I've had gcse's, evil! And secondly I've had maaajor writers block. You're lucky it's here at all!
LXG: Through the mirror
By Elven Emma
'A werewolf?'
'Quiet Skinner!' ordered Mina.
'Yes, but a werewolf!'
The now widowed Mrs Vikroff had been brought back to the inn and the rest of the League had been informed of what had happened in the woods. Skinner wasn't too happy to hear what Vikroff was. They sat in one of the inns bedrooms and most of the League was hoping that the arguing wouldn't go in to the early hours of the morning.
'She could be dangerous.'
'Keep on like this Mr Skinner and I'll prove your point.' Vikroff rounded on Skinner.
'Skinner,' began Mina in a voice that demanded quiet. 'All of us here could be considered dangerous. And like us she can control herself, perhaps more than others.'
Skinner gave a sigh of defeat and Vikroff backed away but keeping her eyes firmly on Skinner. 'Perhaps it would be best if you all stayed at my house, it is large enough. It would also be easier to talk privately.'
'Good idea.' Said Jekyll who was squashed up against the wall. The others agreed with him and followed Vikroff out of the inn. She led them to her large house, which had once belonged Dracula, many years ago. However only Van Helsing knew that the house contained the doorway to Dracula's old castle.
Vikroff stared out of the large window at the small village down below and the old Frankenstein castle in the distance. The others were getting a good night sleep but Vikroff couldn't sleep, not with the thoughts that were running through her head. It was only hours ago that her dear husband had been killed and now his murderer was staying in her house as guest! She could barely believe what was happening. She sighed deeply when she heard a voice, 'Hey are you okay?' She turned to see Sawyer, without his gun and standing in the middle of the room, looking at her with concern.
'I am fine thank you Mr Sawyer.' She replied trying not to show her true feelings.
'No you're not, of course you're not. I mean your husband's just been killed.'
'Thank you for reminding me of that little fact and might I ask something? If you knew the answer to your question why did you ask it?'
'It's polite.' Vikroff looked back out of the window in slight disbelief at how impolite he was being. 'I'm sorry. I know how it feels to lose someone close to you. But I guess losing a friend isn't as bad as losing a husband.' Vikroff looked in to Sawyer's innocent eyes. She looked friendlier towards Sawyer.
'If you loved some one, it doesn't matter whether they were just a friend or...something more. Losing them can hurt just as bad. Who was it that you lost?'
'Alan Quartermain, he was in the League. He taught me a lot. He...' said Sawyer slowly, 'was stabbed, in the back.'
'I am sorry for your loss. At least you do not have a terrible feeling of guilt.'
'Why would you have guilt about your husband?' He stepped closer to her and put his hand on her arm. He noticed a tear creeping out of the corner of her left eye and another from her right.
'Because I was the one that bit him.' She held on to Sawyer and he hugged her as she cried on to his shoulder. 'It was full moon and I was having trouble taking control. He should have killed me but he wouldn't do it. It's all my fault.' Her sentence turned in to a loud sob.
Skinner had overheard the crying and went to see where it was coming from. As he turned the corner to see them standing there he said 'what's going on? I'm trying to sleep.' Just as he finished his last sentence he was yanked back by his collar, 'Hey cut it out!' Someone pinned Skinner against the wall so they could face him. It was Helen.
'Do you one what's going on in there?'
'Of course but I just love asking questions,' he said sarcastically, 'of course I bloody don't, why?'
'Sawyer and Vikroff are having a heart to heart conversation, something you've never experienced.'
'Yes I have!'
'Shush! A very beautiful thing is happening in there and I will not have you disturbing it. Now back to bed!' Helen stepped back and pointed towards the bedroom door, as if ordering a disobedient dog to go back in to its basket.
'Alright, I'm going.' He walked a few steps down the hall when he turned around again. 'Care to join me?' he asked cheekily. Helen walked towards him with a smile and placed her hand on his shoulder. Skinner couldn't believe his luck as she brought her hand down. A grin spread across his face but quickly retreated when he felt a pain in his wrist as Helen twisted it.
'No, thank you Skinner.' And with a sly smile she walked back to her bedroom.
The next morning everyone woke up refreshed and ready to fight. They prepared themselves and took what weapons were needed. People dashed back and forth as they got themselves ready. Eventually they were all ready and together in the large dining room.
'So where exactly is this castle?' asked Nemo.
'I'm sure Van Helsing here knows.' Said Mina.
'Let me guess.' Said Sawyer, his arms folded, 'It's miles and miles away, in the middle of a large forest and at the top of a tall mountain. And getting there will be a dangerous task?'
'You couldn't be further from the truth.' Replied Van Helsing. 'The entrance to it is only metres away. Behind a certain map.' Vikroff looked up in realisation. Van Helsing stood up and led the way to the map of Transylvania. 'In the name of God open this door.' The League watched in awe as the map vanished and was replaced by a mirror. Van Helsing took a torch from the wall and stepped through the mirror.
.........
ok, I'm sorry this has taken ages but firstly I've had gcse's, evil! And secondly I've had maaajor writers block. You're lucky it's here at all!