Disclaimer:- Hi. Me again. Yeah... um, so it was a one-shot, but people wanted to know what happens – surprisingly enough – so who am I to say no? This won't be a very long story, six, maybe seven parts. Don't own anything in this story and I am using the Dracula form of Vampire's biting and how they Sire people. Don't worry if you haven't read the book – though you really should, it's an amazing book – as everything will be explained in later parts.

Huge, much, amazing thanks to my wonderful Beta and friend, Silver Bow, who also came up with the title for this part. Now, on with the Shout Outs;

Mrs. Mina Harker:- So you found it interesting eh? That's good :D Here's the next part!

LotRseer3350:- Hmmm... interesting theory, it could be Mina... guess you'll just have to read on to find out! I know, we can all be so nasty to poor Tom... evil grin If only we could be nice to him... nah, never happen. Well, maybe at the end of a story.

Graymoon74:- Sawyer as a Vampire... Is off in Yummy thoughts land. Shakes self No! Focus Sethoz! Focus! Umm... you do know Bodyguard isn't finished don't you? I'm not done with Tom yet... low manic laughter can be heard.

Clez:- I've written more, I've written more! holds up cross to ward you offCalm down, my Tom loving friend, it's part two!

Niani:- Indeed...

Pengwin-jibberish:- I have to admit, no one has ever called anything I've written 'nuts in a good way.' I like it!

Queerquail:- Oh, I'm so glad someone mentioned the end was spooky! That was what I was aiming for!

Funyun:- Yes, he's seeing Becky in his dreams and the reason for that will become clear... A love triangle eh? And yeah, Skinner's being a bit dense...

Leigh S. Durron:- Evil? Laughs. Me? Don't be silly...

Nobleblue:- You like it? Oh good!

And without any more ado...

On The Wall

Marlene watches from the wall

Her mocking smile says it all

As she records the rise and fall

Of every soldier passing

But the only soldier now is me

I'm fighting things I cannot see

I think it's called my destiny

That I am changing

Marlene on the wall

Marlene on the wall, By Suzanne Vega

Part 2- Decisions

A thump brought Tom sharply back into the real world and he jerked his head up sharply, staring at the room though bangs of hair. He had lifted his head too fast though, and the world spun, making him dizzy and sick. Groaning he rested his head on his hands, blinking a few times as he willed the world to stop moving. He closed his eyes to block out the room, a faint frown marring his features. He couldn't remember falling asleep and; he realised; he hadn't even fallen asleep in his bed. He lay slumped over his desk, still sitting the the hard wooden chair. Sighing he let his green eyes slid back open as he straightened his body, lifting his head and setting his jaw in determination, forcing down the sick feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Tom stood up and moved over to his closet, opening it and pulling out a clean shirt and trousers. With hands that wouldn't fully obey his mind commands he pulled his crumpled shirt over his head. Shutting his eyes so he couldn't catch sight of the two tiny hole in his neck he dressed himself. The clean shirt and trousers now on he allowed the pained eyes to open again. Staring into the mirror, Tom was shocked by what he saw.

Two large green eyes, that seemed almost too big now for the rest of the face stared back at him, sunken into the pale surrounding skin. His lips were pale as well, almost a translucent red. The only real colour besides his eyes, was the black circles under them. He slowly reached a hand to the collar of his shirt, touching it but making no effect to pull it down. The bite marks were not completely hidden by his collar. In a daze, Tom stood up and moved back to his clothes, hunting though them until, finally, buried at the back of them, he found a dark blue silk tie.

You should tell them! Now, before it is too late...

Even as his mind thought that, his fingers were already putting the tie in place, wrapping it around his neck and covering the scars effectively. Tom stared at the tie, his fingers twitching, uncertain of what to do. In the end though he left the tie where it was. Then he headed over to the door, unlocked it and walked out, heading for the dinning room.

For a few minutes there was silence in his room. Nothing moved in the spy's room, it's lone known occupant having gone. Then...

... a shadow emerged from under the bed, in the form of many black bats. Slowly they grouped together to create the body of a young woman. A smile blossomed on her bright red lips as she stared at the door. She let a husky laugh escape from her lips, her long teeth gleaming in the light on the single lit lamp. The vampire glided over to the door and gracefully opened it, the faint smile still gracing the too red mouth. Then she headed down the corridor, in the opposite direction to Tom Sawyer, vanishing into the surrounding shadows.

Skinner almost ran into the dinning room, convinced that yet again, he would be the last there, Mina staring disappointedly at him. To his surprise, he found that he was only second to last. Captain Nemo was seated at the head of the table, looking every inch the royal and noble prince he really was. His blue and gold outfit gleamed, the ornate sword at his hip sending out a rainbow of reflected light. To his left, Jekyll was sipping at a cup of Indian tea, looking more confident that he had in... well, ever.

Skinner couldn't quite put his finger on what was different about their doctor. His eyes still darted around as if excepting an attack from any moment. Yet the hand that held the cup was remarkably steady. It came to Skinner then, as he watched Jekyll lift the delicate china cup and take a sip. There was no twitch in his hand and no sign of his pocket watch. The third member of the League already sitting down raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow in the invisible thief's direction. He bobbed his head at Mina and slipped into his own seat, next to Jekyll and opposite the other empty place.

"No Sawyer yet then?" He asked in a cheery tone, masking the slight feeling of concern he was currently sensing. He couldn't shake off a feeling of doom, of misfortune that seemed to come foremost to his mind when ever he thought of Sawyer. And even more since seeing him last night. Before Mina could answer with a frosty negative remark, the doors opened again and Tom entered.

God... He looks like death warmed up!

"Agent Sawyer..." Mina trailed off as Tom lifted his head to look at her, the only thing alive in his face his eyes which burned. Silently he moved over to his seat and sat down next to her. Mina frowned discretely as he moved next to her. He didn't... smell right. In fact, he smelt as if he wasn't even in the room at all. He smelt as if part of him - the important - part was gone. A nagging feeling started to lurk in her mind, as if she knew what was wrong but couldn't seem to pull it out of her mind and into her aware mind.

A morbid sensation settled over the League as a whole. They all ate quietly, Tom picking at his food, though trying his best to eat something. However his stomach was feeling queasy and he didn't risk food that was too spicy. Not even Skinner was making jokes, all conscious of a change in the mood. This uncomfortable situation carried on for nearly twenty minutes. Finally, when Tom was just about to excuse himself so he could return to his room and think about what had happened, a sailor rushed into the room, heading for Nemo, his wary eyes on Mina Harker. The only female member raised her eyebrow at the man's odd behaviour. The sailor reached his Captain and bowed before whispering in his ear.

Emotionless as always Nemo nodded, then regarded each League member in turn. His eyes seemed to rest almost accusingly on Tom, though it could just have been his imagination.

"It seems as if we have an unwanted guest aboard... in the form of a Vampire." He stated. Tom's face drained of what little colour had remained, his skin taking on the pallor of the dead. Mina gasped softly as Skinner swore and Jekyll jumped.

"A Vampire?" Mina asked. "Are you sure?" she added. Everyone's attention was no fixed on Nemo, so no-one noticed the shaken reaction Tom had suffered. He took a deep calming breath, trying to ignore the jittery feeling in his whole body. The Indian nodded.

"One of my men has just been discovered, with bite marks in his throat, his whole body drained of blood." The words weighted heavily on the room, as Jekyll's eyes darted to Mina then back to Nemo. She drew herself up stiffly.

"Until you catch this Vampire or you can prove that I am not the cuprite, I had better remain in my cabin with guards." She said calmly, voicing the suspicion that they all thought in varying degrees.

"Now, now, Mina, my love, we don't for a moment believe it is you." Skinner scoffed, though there was a trace of doubt in his words. Mina seemed slightly surprised that it was him and not Sawyer who had stood up for her, though the young agent seemed lost in his own thoughts.

"Nevertheless, I may have lost control and be unaware of what I did. It is for the best." She said. Nemo bowed to her as she stood up and swept past him, the sailor a few paces behind her. When she was gone Nemo turned his attention back to the League.

"We must search the Nautilus from top to bottom if we are to find this Vampire. He or she will be cunning and may be hidden in either a human form or as bats."

Tell them! Tell them!!

Tom kept silent however, unable to form the words his brain was screaming at him to say. When he did speak it was to say something different.

"We had better search in pairs." he said. Jekyll nodded in agreement as Nemo took up the responsibility of diving the four up.

"Dr. Jekyll, you and Skinner search the lower decks, there is less there. Agent Sawyer and myself will search the crew quarters. My crew will take care of the rest. There are communication pipes all over the ship. If the Vampire is spotted, raise the alarm at once."

Two hours later and Nemo and Tom had searched all the personal rooms in the ship. They had even hunted around inside Allan Quatermain's room, which until then had reminded tightly shut to the world. The two were now walking past a bathroom. Throughout the search, Tom had been unable to shake off the feeling that they were being watched.

"I don't think we are going to find anything Nemo. We ought to head back to the dinning room." Tom said in frustration. Nemo turned to answer him when the Captain's eyes widened and his hand reached for his sword. Tom frowned in confusion. Then something very heavy slammed into him, knocking him to the floor. A fury of bats surrounded Nemo and he slashed at them, unable to land a hit on the Vampire inside. She growled and grabbed him by the back of his coat, flinging him into the bathroom as Tom struggled to his feet, suddenly feeling weak.

Nemo crashed into the wall and slid down, knocked out. The swarm of bats that had attacked him reformed into the female Vampire and she turned to face Tom as he skidded into the room. She had a kind smile on her face, her blond hair falling around her ears. She looked rather like Becky Thatcher, but now that Tom could see her clearly, it as clear that she was not anyone he knew.

"Hello Tom." She said, in a suggestive tone. Tom swallowed and tried to move back, but he found his legs frozen in place. She pouted as she stepped closer.

"What's the matter Tom? Don't you remember confessing your undying and eternal love for me?" she teased. "I remember... and I always claim what's mine... unlike some people." Her eyes, which a second before had been light, darkened at the last three words.

"...I... I didn't confess anything to you... it was Becky..." Tom stuttered at last. The seemingly young woman laughed a high tinkling laugh that echoed around the room.

"I had to put you in a trace, so I could take what I needed... at first, you were nothing more than a meal... but now... now I am going to give to you the gift of immortal life." she whispered, suddenly standing in front of Tom. He blinked and slowly shook his head, as if in a daze.

"No... I don't want it..."

"Then why did you hide the bite marks?" She asked, placing her arms around Tom's body. She loosened the tie that covered them and blew gently. Tom shivered as she did so, feeling an incredible sensation course though his body, which had turned traitor on him and refused to move. She bent forward and slowly slipped her fangs into his neck. He gasped, clutching at her tightly, the intense feeling threatening to swamp him and take him over completely. He felt everything slip away slowly, in drops, bleeding away. Tom's knees buckled and if she hadn't been holding him he would have fallen to the ground. She removed her teeth and Tom gave a tiny whimper.

"Shush baby... I'll take care of you..." She promised, sinking to the ground, her skirt billowing around her and forming a kind of pillow. Tom sank with her and could do nothing but watch as she drew her nail across the top of her right breast. The coppery scent of blood leaked out and she smiled, placing her hand behind Tom's head and maneuvering it until it hovered above the blood.

"Drink..." Then she pressed his face down, until he was forced to either drink... or drown.

TBC...

There we have it for this part!

Sethoz