DISCLAIMER: See chapter one.

Mystic Maiden: Thanks. I hope you enjoy this next chapter. The story is nearly finished. Sorry about the wait

Zeynel: Sorry about the french. At the moments I am only working at a 'c' in GCSE. So its not perfect. Thank you however, for the corrections. They were much appreciated

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The salty tears flowed freely down her face mingling with the cold rain. She thundered across the ground urging her horse as fast as it would go. The lightening cracked in the sky illuminating the way for only a second. The storm felt like it was raging over her head. When she had been riding for about an hour Jocelyn decided to rest. God knows she needed it. Her horse too; its flanks were steaming. Jocelyn curled up next to her horse under the cover of a tree and let exhaustion wash over her.

Dorian sat his head clutched in his hands. He didn't look up as the door opened and someone walked in. He didn't stir as a warm arm was put around his shoulders. Shrugging it of he stood and walked over to the window and looked at the storm wrecked land wishing that a girl upon a horse would appear.

'Tom and Skinner couldn't find her when they went out. The storm drove them back.' The voice paused, 'It's as if she's draw up the elements to keep us from her.'

Dorian turned and looked at Mina where she sat on the bed. Her eyes cast at the floor.

'It's my fault Jocelyn has gone. My entire fault.' He whispered.

Mina stood and slowly approached him like one would a scared animal.

'She will come back.' She reassured him.

He drew her into his arms and she rested her cheek on his shoulder. He held Mina as tight as he could willing himself to block out the raging storm and the guilt.

'Ah, you're awake.'

Jocelyn sat up brushing the sleep from her eyes. She felt warm and cosy.

Am I dead?

Looking in the direction of the voice she saw a man who looked like an older version of Alexander. He held out a cup to her.

'Here, drink this.'

She accepted the cup and downed the cold contents. It felt like drinking whisky as it burned up her insides. Suddenly she felt different and felt her hair change to black.

The man stood.' Whom do you serve?'

She stood too and spoke her voice harsher and hungrier than before, 'George Moriarty.'

'Who will you destroy?'

'The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen.'

A/N: Sorry about the wait. I hope to compleate this before halloween.

Smooches Artemis Gray.

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